Your heart was thumping hard against your chest, your panties wet with your slick, clenching your thighs together as you tried to do something, anything to get yourself off.
The sight in front of you was one to behold as you watched through the small gap between the door.
Tsukishima was on his bed one hand behind his head, shirt off, shorts pulled down to reveal his hard 7-inch cock and pretty pink tip beading with precum.
You watched in awe as he stroked his girthy cock slowly increasing his pace. He bit his lip, head rolling back with pleasure as he said your name. "Fuck y/n you’re so good , pretty girl.”
Your eyes widened, he was getting off to you? This makes things so much more interesting you thought as your lips curved into a devilish grin.
He moaned your name loudly as he felt himself approach his high, soft whimpers leaving his mouth. You were absolutely hooked on the sight.
Opening the door, you leaned on the door frame, arms folded across your chest.
“I heard you call me is something the matter?,” you asked innocently, feigning concern
“Oh my what do we have here,” you said a smirk spreading across your face
His bright red face made you giddy, his eyes went wide in shock as he sat up to make efforts to cover himself.
“ I..I can explain-”
“What’s there to explain?” you said cutting him off, smirk still evident across your face.
“You were getting off to me weren’t you,” you said, approaching him, leaning close to his face as you lift his chin with your thumb, savouring his flustered expression.
You move closer, expression cocky, your lips hovering inches away from his.
You could feel his breathing quicken, his wide eyes looking at your lips in anticipation, gulping and his face still very much red.
You couldn’t get enough of this rare sight. You could see his pretty cock twitch under the thin blanket he threw on through your peripheral vision. Deciding to enjoy this situation a bit more as you move away, you rest your hands on your hips.
Embarrassed, Tsukishima looked anywhere but at you as he started pulling his shorts back up only for your hand to stop him and tug his blanket off with one swift motion. His cock springs straight, pretty pink flushed tip, beading with precum. You lick your lips.
He looks at his wrist where your hand holds his, positioned painfully close to his cock.
“Wh- what are you doing” breathing heavily, face still burning with the shame of being caught.
“Enjoying this” you said with a cocky smirk across your face.
Without giving him any time to respond you lifted your leg and placed it on his shoulder, giving a good view of what was under your skirt.
He could feel the wind knock out of him, face heating up as he looked at the wet splotches on your panties.
Not wasting any time, you kick his shoulder, making him fall flat across the bed.
Like clockwork, you climb on, straddling him.
He looks at you eyes wide, unable to utter words with your clothed core pressed against his bare cock as he draws in a sharp breath, face getting redder with each passing second.
Enjoying his flustered state you start grinding against his hard cock making him throw his head back, eyes closing in pleasure as he bites his lip trying to muffle his whimpers and moans.
“Wa- wait”
You stopped your movements, slightly tilting your head to the side.
“Hm, why? I thought you wanted this with how loud you were moaning my name?” you ask him feigning innocence, as you traced your finger along his hip bone.
With your clothed core pressed against him so intimately and your fingers touching him like that he could barely think straight let alone form sentences. He doesn’t even know for how long he’s wanted this, wanted you.
Your mocking expression slowly fades away and is quickly replaced with a look of concern.
“If this makes you uncomfortable i'll stop, just tell me the word”
“No no it’s not that it’s just that I don’t know how if you actually want this”
You raise your eyebrows,
“Like want this with me I mean” he completed, eyes barely meeting yours.
He looked so vulnerable in front of you right now, a stark contrast to his usual cold and calm demeanor, making heat burn between your legs.
Your eyes softened
“Only if you do”
“I do”
Immediately, you leaned towards his face, his lips meeting yours. He seemed shocked at first but slowly found his rhythm, tongue fighting for dominance.
His hands wandered up your skirt as he cupped your ass kneading the flesh in his hands.
Small moans and whimpers escaped your mouths as you continued grinding on him.
He abruptly pulled away and in one swift motion placed you underneath him. His eyes drank in your dishevelled state, lips swollen dripping with your mixed spit with your skirt hiked above your underwear.
You gulped, the way his eyes bore into you dark with lust and desire made you clench your thighs.
He quirked an eyebrow as his lips turned into a smirk.
“Not so cocky anymore huh?”
You rolled your eyes “Shut up and fuck me already.”
His eyes widened as he felt his face heat up and with that, every last bit of self-control he had was out of the window.
He kissed you passionately as his hands worked with the buttons of your shirt, pulling it off within seconds.
He then with one swift movement, undid your bra and pulled away from the kiss to look at you.
“Holy fuck.”
He felt his mind go blank as he stared at your tits, nipples already hard. Looking into your eyes as he sank his teeth into one of your nipples and his hand rolled the sensitive bud of your other breast between his fingers. Slowly licking and every now and then grazing his teeth against it, your pussy was now throbbing you needed him, now.
“Kei..” you whispered softly between your soft whimpers.
As if he read your mind, he slowly started rubbing his fingers against your seeping clothed cunt making you arch your back at the sudden sensation.
His mouth and hand left your breasts and he started slowly tugging off your panties.
He sucked in a sharp breath, eyes going wild with desire as he gaped at your dripping pussy.
His fingers glided across your glistening slit making you moan, making direct eye contact as he started rubbing circles on your clit relishing your flustered expression as you moaned under the intensity of his gaze.
He didn’t break eye contact as he pushed in one finger then two into your dripping hole and he started pumping in and out of you all while still rubbing your clit. You arched your back, eyes closed in pleasure, moaning loudly as he increased his pace.
He couldn’t take his eyes off you looking so pretty moaning his name so loudly, the sight almost made him cum then and there.
“Wa- wait” you said breathlessly between pants “ i want to make you feel good too”
You sat up and he gasped as he felt your hand around his throbbing cock.
You bent over and tentatively licked the precum off his tip.
He unconsciously bucked his hips up, forcing his cock into your mouth.
“i- im sorry i didn't mean to-”
You held a hand up for him to stop and started bobbing your head up and down his length, hollowing your cheeks.
He gasped and placed his hands in your hair moving it out of the way, to get a good look at your pretty face.
“You’re so beautiful.”
You looked at him, an eyebrow raised as you increase your pace causing him to moan loudly.
He could feel himself once again approach his high, he was so close just a little bit more but then you stopped.
He looked at you in confusion, almost irritated with your smug expression.
You licked the drool escaping your lips with one swift swipe of the tongue making him gulp.
“I can’t have you cumming before you fuck my pussy, isn’t that right?” you say breathlessly as you twirl strands of hair around your finger.
“You’re crazy,” he whispers breathlessly.
He pulls you into another fierce kiss, his lips so soft against yours as he slowly lays you back down and removes your last remaining article of clothing, throwing your skirt to the floor.
Now completely naked before him his eyes greedily drink you in.
He pauses.
His eyes roam hungrily as if he’s memorizing you. Every curve, every inch of exposed skin, every little detail he's dreamed about—now right in front of him. His throat bobs as he swallows hard.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “You’re… beautiful.”
There’s no teasing in his voice. Just awe. And heat. A kind of wonder that makes your skin flush under the intensity of it.
You instinctively wrap your arms around your chest and push your head to the side, embarrassed.
“Not so cocky now?” he teases back to his usual demeanor, a grin at his flushed lips. You gulp.
He leans in, tenderly cupping your red hot face. So close that you can feel his breath against your skin.
He’s wanted this ever since he saw you waltz into his political science class. Laptop clutchted to your chest, you had scrambled to the only vacant seat next to him. You were late on your first day and apologetically asked him to catch you to speed. Being the bubbly and easy going type, thus began your college friendship or that’s what you had thought at least.
Tsukishima was a respectful man. Probably more well mannered than most but when you’d accidentally brush your chest against him or bend over to pick up a pencil, giving him a good view of the lace panties you were hiding beneath your skirt.
He’d feel foreign amounts of heat gather at his core, heat that he would need to extinguish by excusing himself to a bathroom break.
This is the last time, he’d tell himself when he’d pull his hard cock out of his pants, your sweet voice from the phone’s speaker talking about the latest book you’d just read.
He was down bad, disgustingly so.
So when the image of those panties crossed his mind, he couldn’t help himself. The urge to touch, to imagine, to want—it took over, the way it usually does.
Never in a million years did he think this would actually happen.
Now, your soft breasts bounce with each thrust, your arms stretched high above your head, wrists locked together in his grip. You’re pinned, completely at his mercy and him at yours.
Every time he drives into you, your voice spills out in gasps and cries for more.
“Kei—fuck!” you choke out, breath raspy and raw.
He’s above you, flushed and glistening, eyes blown wide with lust. His gaze meets yours—dark, intense—and the knot in your core finally snaps. Your back arches instinctively, pleasure coiling until it bursts, shaking through your entire body.
You cry out, loud and unrestrained, as your release ripples over you.
With a groan, Tsukishima finally lets go. He pulls out just in time, spilling his seed onto your stomach before collapsing beside you, chest rising and falling against yours.
You’re both wrecked—sweaty, trembling, but smiling through the afterglow.
You turn your head to him, lips curling with mischief.
“Again?”
p.s: please don't add yourself to the old tag list, I lost the mail address attached to it :((!! making a new one asap!!!
Pairing(s): Tsukishima x Gn!Reader, Bokuto x Gn!Reader
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Legit almost cried while making this, Mentions of Noncon, yandere tendencies, abusive behavior, mentions of blood and self-harm, degradation (non-sexual),
Word Count: 0.6k
You waited patiently for your loving boyfriend to come over, nervously picking at the scars on your wrist and gnawing on your bottom lip. A knock on the door makes you jolt off the couch, and prance over to the apartment door, swinging it open and freezing once you see who it actually is. Tsukishima Kei. Your former boyfriend, your every regret and fear. Your source of depression, and your reason to die. “Hey dumbass. Can we talk?” He grumbles, pushing past you without even waiting for your response. “I miss you. Come back to me.” He deadpans, gripping your fragile wrist harshly. Your words were stuck in your throat, and your face was drained of blood. You were absolutely terrified of what he would do if you refused him, and you honestly didn’t want to think of the possibilities. “B-B-Bo-kuto.” You get out, your voice sounding hoarse and rough. “Yeah, that fucker. Leave him for me. Now.” Tsukki demands, tightening his already painful grip on your sore wrist. “I, I-I-” “Let them go, now.” The voice that you loved so much soothed the aching pain in your hand and arm, and the fact that Koutaro had challenged Kei in the first place made your heart swell with pride and confidence. “I-I don’t w-wanna l-l-leave Bo.” You stammer, shaking away his death grip. Tsukishima’s eyes widened at your statement, and he looks down at the hand he had once had on your wrist, and punches you in the face with it. Blood trickles down your chin, and Bokuto hurriedly rushes to protect your quivering form. “You stupid bitch. You will come back to me, even if you don’t want to leave this pathetic excuse of a lover.” He sneers. At this point, you were having an anxiety attack, and both could tell. Your rapid breathing was a dead giveaway, and tears were welling in your eyes to water down the dark crimson that was still running out of your most likely broken nose. “Aw, is the stupid little shit overwhelmed?” Tsukki cackles. He grinning, that was, until Kou punched him square in the teeth. “Get the fuck out, before I call the police.” Bokuto growls, radiating pure hatred and anger. A shift of mood from his usual blossoming and bouncy aura, or the sometimes sad and emo looks he gets. “Make me, emo fuck.” You were slowly but surely losing consciousness, but no matter how much your brain wanted you to faint from blood loss, your heart wanted to scream, beg, shout for them to stop it. “S-s-stop it!” You shrill, weakly, falling to the floor. “Shut up slut! We all know you want my dick, not this fucking idiot.” He responds, still pushing against Koutaro to outdo his strength. “N-No! Y-You j-j-just wanna u-u-use me! I n-n-never wanted t-to lose my v-virgini-ty to you!” You scream, tears falling faster and heavier. Your stutter made your speech barely auditable against the groaning and clashes that came with the fist fight. “Shut the fuck up! You loved it!” He panted, already growing tired of the persistent battle. “N-No! I, I d-d-didn’t! It r-really h-h-hurt!” The bleeding from your nose had mostly stopped, but you still felt dizzy from how much blood you had lost. “Just, shows how big my cock is, stupid bitch.” Your vision had black spots in it, and the hyperventilating slowed. “Y/n?” They both say in unison, watching your form start to swerve left and right. Your body came crashing onto the ground, making Bokuto abandon the previous fight he was in and come rushing to your side. He could feel the small puddle of blood on his knee, but he ignored it and picked you up and rushed you to the hospital.
Imagine Tsuksihima getting all jealous because you were wearing yamaguchi’s jacket
He wouldn’t. Tsukki would be lowkey soft that his best friend cares so much about you, and that you feel safe enough to accept things from Yamaguchi. Tsuksihima wants you and Yamaguchi to get along. He trusts both of you so much and he’s so freaking happy that you two are close. Of course, he’d rather see you in his jacket, but this also makes him feel like you perfectly fit into his life already. Like you’ve been accepted by someone else close to him, and that you are accepting of the parts of his life that matter so much to him.
Now anyone else’s jacket.... he might get a lil’ jealous. He’d probably tell you that the color you’re wearing doesn’t suit you or the fit looks awkward. If this happens early in the realationship he might just ignore you for a bit before realizing he’s being immature and lame. If you two have begin together long enough that he trusts you wholly, he’ll probably tell you that it bothers him, and trade out the one you’re wearing for whatever he has.
