Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi

I feel this in my soul

Day 6: Yamaguchi

Warnings: Dry humping

It’s not that Yamaguchi didn’t want to participate in the months challenge, it’s just that he knew he wouldn’t make it far; not even far enough to be proud of the attempt. You told him you’d be supportive, wouldn’t try anything to mess him up, but he was adamant about his decision. And you respected that, so you kept track of how long it took him to break on his own in your mind. It didn’t take long, but it was longer than you had anticipated.

You had been lounging on the couch all day, binging a show on your off day, when he entered through the front door. A wide, adorable smile on his face at the sight of his pretty girlfriend in the living room, having that be the first thing he sees when coming home is his favorite part of any day. “Hi, honey,” he kicked his shoes off and made his way over to where you were sprawled out. You flipped over onto your back and moved your legs apart enough for him to slip between and rest on top of you, his arms wrapping around your waist, your fingers brushing through his soft hair, “what did you get up to all day?”

“Just been glued to the couch, waiting for you to come home,” you smiled as he looked up at you. Home. Something flipped inside of him at that word falling from your lips so gracefully; so right. His arms tightened around you as he buried his face in your tummy, his lips pressing light kisses on the areas where your skin was exposed, timidly trailing down to the waistband of your sweatpants. “‘Dashi?” voice coming out in a whimper, eyes closing from the sudden sexual air in the room.

Tadashi hummed against your skin, his fingers dancing their way up your shirt, thumbs brushing lightly against your nipples, “yeah, honey?” He nipped at your hips when he came face to face with them. You could only respond with needy sounds, hands gripping his hair as he slid your sweats down your legs, his lips following and kissing the newly exposed skin. “You look very pretty today.”

His compliment sent goosebumps to litter your bare arms and legs, pulling his face up to kiss him desperately after he pulled your sweats off and discarded his own. Your mouths collide, tongues immediately making contact, your hips raise up to roll against the growing bulge in his boxers.

“‘m just in normal clothes,” you pant against his mouth, chin lifting up to chase his lips as he pulls away. Tadashi nips at your jaw, needily grinding his crotch into your clothed heat; already feeling your panties stick to your wet folds.

He hummed in response, followed by a muffled whimper when his aching cock pressed harshly against you. It became clear that he wasn’t planning on fucking you just yet; he made no move to slide your panties to the side, to shove his boxers down and sink into your drooling pussy. He seemed to be content with rocking his hips into yours, content with dry humping you until he was spilling into his boxers.

“Don’t- don’t wanna stop,” his whimpers made your cunt clench around nothing, your hands releasing his face to grip his shoulders; you needed him closer, invading your space.

Within a few minutes, his hips were stuttering and shaking, the pleasure overwhelming him to the point of star filled vision and toes curling in his socks. “I-I’m- ngh, honey.”

Soft reassurance and your own rocking hips sent his mind spiraling, his face flushed and dripping sweat as he let go; just as you had softly asked him to. You could feel his boxers dampen warmly as he rode out his release, slowing his grinding and nuzzling his face in your collarbone.

A gentle smile graced your lips, kissing the side of his head and rubbing his back, “needy baby, you feel better?” you cooed once his hips stilled, laying his full weight on top of you. You were met with a nod, a hum, and a gentle kiss.

by assasinduckie

Gay bars were really not his thing. That’s what he had said to Kuroo when he offered it as a solution after hearing him complaining for an hour about not having gaydar. Kuroo’s answer to that had been “don’t knock it until you’ve tried it”, and a text with the bar’s address, and hence, he was here.

or

It’s Tsuki’s first time at a gay bar and his bartender is a chirpy boy that’s too nice and smiley to be his type… right?

Words: 5324, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Hinata Shouyou, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kozume Kenma, Kageyama Tobio

Relationships: Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Kageyama - Relationship

Additional Tags: my first AU!, wanted to write coffee shop AU, but i wrote gay bar AU instead, Happy Ending, no smut cause i just didn’t feel like it, it’s heavily implied tho, backround kagehina, backround kuroken

Tsukkiyama Week Day 3: Going public.

Well, now their friends know - at least everybody with a stable Internet connection.

Never made a fandom social media post fanart thingy before, how do y'all know how handles and comments work 😭 this took me longer than the drawing

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Fic writer aesthetic

- you just had a brilliant idea. it’s 3am - bonus: you have something important the next day - “wow I wrote so much, let’s see the word counter” 350 words “LIES” - when your worst work gets the most attention - “[AO3] You’ve got kudos!” emails are your lifeblood, water your crops, and clear your skin - B L A N K P A G E S O F D O O M - playing the entire story out in your head. never writing it - watching or reading anything ever and imagining an au - making playlists to write to. never writing - getting an “[AO3] Comment on ______” email and doing the thing. you know the one - headcanons. so many headcanons - spending days or weeks on a piece - watching the hit count rise and the kudos count stay on said work - when will the kudos return from war

not fair - ch2

in which your boyfriend is perfect in every single way... except for one and kei can't just sit back and watch you suffer... previous | ch2 | next (coming soon) [masterlist]

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a look into this chapter/tw: 18+ super nfsw!, cheating (seriously, major plot point), use of character first names, degradation, choking, face-fucking, dom/sub undertones, face slapping, stop light system, squirting, dirty talk, name calling, coming twice, cross posted from ao3, afab reader she/her pronouns

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It had been weeks since you cheated on Yamaguchi. 

Since that night with Tsukishima, you haven't been able to come, not once. Nothing felt right. When you tried to do it, your fingers seemed too small, they couldn’t reach deep enough, his words weren’t in your head pushing you over the edge. When you finally gave in to having sex with Tadashi again, after you were certain that the marks on your neck and your hips were completely gone, it was even worse than it was before. You found yourself so pent up and frustrated that you couldn’t even fake it. You couldn’t pretend to come, because you knew exactly what it felt like to not have to pretend. 

You thought that having sex with Tsukishima would remedy all of your problems, but it’s just created more. You assumed that it would finally let you get off from someone else and you could return back to normal, maybe doing it again in another 2 years, but it’s been 3 weeks and you’re having withdrawals. 

You’ve tried so hard to make yourself come, spent hours in the bathroom while Yamaguchi slept in the adjacent room, just trying to make yourself feel just a fraction of how good Kei made you feel. Nothing works. Not even when you sat on the cold tile, hand between your legs, recalling every detail you could remember from that night, moaning his name so softly there was no way that Tadashi heard you. 

Tonight was particularly bad. Every night before this had been bad, of course, it was. After getting fucked as incredibly as you had, it was hard to function with only the thought of it. 

Having sex with Tadashi just made it infinitely worse. Void of marks and bruises of infidelity, running out of every excuse that you could think of, the first time was bound to happen at some point. After the first time, he tried to continue the makeshift schedule that you guys had been in for the past year. 

Every time that you would have sex with Tadashi, your body was welcoming. You remembered how amazing it was when Kei had fucked you and your body was so ready for it to happen again, but it was nothing like last time. The longer that you had sex, the more bored, frustrated, and annoyed you got. It’s not like Yamaguchi lasted very long, but every second was just a reminder of how much Kei had ruined you. Your body was unforgiving when it realized that whoever was inside of you was not Kei. 

You were missing the feeling of fullness, the commanding words, the rough grip, the stinging on your skin. Tadashi didn’t give you any of that. You couldn’t even bring yourself to fake it, instead, on this particular night, telling Tadashi that you were just tired, that you didn’t need to finish. He had asked so many times if you were sure and you tried your best to be as convincing as possible as you lied to him.

You were desperate to get into the bathroom, waiting patiently until you were sure Tadashi was sleeping, thinking that maybe tonight your body will finally cut you some slack. You were soaked from all of the thoughts in your mind of Kei as Yamaguchi failed to satisfy you. Your core was on fire. You were so sensitive, but you just couldn’t get off. You needed to get off. It was just going to get worse. There was only one option.

Before you know what’s happening, your phone is in your hand with Kei’s contact on the screen. Your mind was so quick to react to this idea; this idea that had definitely graced your mind before. Despite autopilot grabbing your phone, unlocking it, opening your contacts app, and clicking on Kei’s name, it refused to click the call button. You had to do that. You had to make the conscious decision to call Kei for a booty call with Yamaguchi barely 30 feet away. 

Your finger hovered over the button, moving closer and further from it as you tried to weigh your needs and wants. You didn’t just want Kei, you needed him. It had been far too long since you had come. You just wanted to come again, or so you told yourself. You’ve started lying to yourself now, too, evidently. The honest truth slipped into your mind for only a minute before you disregarded it. You didn’t just want to come again. In fact, it wasn’t even your biggest goal in calling Kei. No matter how many times you lied to yourself, you knew the real truth. The entire reason that you wanted to call Kei was so that you could make him come again. 

The pad of your thumb makes contact with the screen so gently, but it still registers. The phone is ringing, but it’s not pressed to your ear. You’re staring down at it, your heart racing as you wait for the ringing to stop and his voice to take its place. It’s almost 3 in the morning. He probably wasn’t even awake. The phone keeps ringing until you’re about to hang up, not enough strength in you to hear his voicemail message. 

“Hello?” His voice is tired, hoarse, confused like he had just woken up. Of course, he had just woken up. You’re still staring down at the phone, the call time increasing as you blink slowly at it. “Hello?” he repeats. 

You pick the phone up to your ear. You’re speaking in a hushed whisper when you finally respond to him. “Kei.” In a perfect world, that’s all you would need to say for him to understand. He wouldn’t make you beg to come over or tell you that it’s a bad idea or ask what you wanted, he would just understand and unlock his door. 

He understands completely, but he’s not passing up the opportunity that’s presented itself to him. He told you when he fucked you that you would call him and that you would have to beg. “Sweetheart,” he breathes, the sleepiness falling off of his voice and being replaced with a gruff cockiness. You whimper at this sentence, your hand trailing back between your legs. “What’s up?” 

“I…,” you pause, thinking carefully, “I haven’t been able to cum since you made me come,” you admit to him. You didn’t need to be inflating his ego any more than it already was, but he needed to know just how ready you were for him. 

“I told you that was going to happen,” he laughs, snickering at his “I told you so'' moment. 

“I know.” He loves how embarrassed you sound right now. “But I can’t even make myself come.”

“You’re that worthless, huh?” he asks into the phone, the warmth in between your legs growing as your panties start to moisten. 

“Mhm,” you agree with him. 

“Well, what are you calling me for?” he asks, clicking his tongue. He knows exactly why you’re calling him.

“I need you.”

“You’re going to have to speak up, sweetheart, I can’t really hear you.”

Your eyes look up at the closed bathroom door. “I- I can’t. Tadashi is right outside the door, I-.”

“I can’t hear you, (y/n),” he says, harshly. The dominating tone is back and it’s doing a number to your body. 

You raise your volume by the smallest percentage. “I need you.”

“What?”

Your face is red, but your body is desperate. You have to say it. You need him to hear it and to tell you that he’s going to fix it. 

“I need you, Kei.” You have to hold your breath after you finish speaking at your normal tone of voice. In the dark of the bathroom, you sounded so loud, but it’s all worth it when Kei laughs.

“Good girl,” he affirms. You’re melting into the floor. 

“Please, Kei.” Your whisper has returned, but Kei doesn’t mention it. 

“Did he fuck you tonight? Is that why you’re missing me so much?” He’s so blunt when he asks.

“Yes.” Your answer is short, but you want this conversation to be over. You want to be on your way to his house already. 

“Two cocks in you in one night? Is that what you want?” He sounds so evil right now, so degrading, but it’s everything that you were missing. You nod, despite the fact that he can’t see you. 

“I just want yours, Kei, please, please. Nothing I do makes me feel good, only you make me feel good,” you plead, hoping that this will be the final push that he needs to listen to you, to allow you over. “I need you.”

From the other side of the phone, you can hear a soft click in the background. “The side door is unlocked. I’ll see you in 10.” He hangs up the phone without even so much as a confirmation. 

Walking into the side door without him even knowing felt wrong. Being at his house so late in the night without Tadashi knowing felt so wrong, but you keep moving forward. His house is mostly dark, save for the kitchen light, and the hallway light leading to his bedroom that you’d been in so many times. 

You’ve walked down this hallway so many times, but this time feels different. You don’t know whether to knock on his door or to just go inside. You contemplate your options, your palms getting sweaty thinking about making the wrong choice. Should you text him? 

The door in front of you opens, swinging open away from you, revealing Kei, inches from you. Your eyes float down to his bare chest and then down to his boxers. You feel so overdressed. “Were you just standing outside of my door?” he asks you, raising his eyebrow. He looks so effortlessly gorgeous. 

“I wasn’t sure if I should just come in or knock.” For someone that called their boyfriend’s best friend in the middle of the night to make them come, you’re suddenly feeling very shy. He slinks his arm around your waist, pulling you into him, into his room, and shutting the door behind you. Even after the door is shut behind you, he doesn’t move to pull away from you. 

With his hand that’s not gripping onto your waist, he slides it over your stomach, your chest, up your neck, pushing your head to the side. “The evidence faded nicely.” He smirks at how bare your neck is, or, rather, he smirks at the clean canvas. His lips brush against your neck so lightly that a shiver runs down your spin. Your head is still as he kisses your neck softly. 

The kisses quickly turn much more violent. You knew this sweet, soft Kei had lasted far too long in the few seconds that you had been in his room. His lips are open as he’s dragging his teeth on your skin before making O shaped suctions on your neck. He’s trying so hard to make marks as quickly as he can. He’s succeeding. 

“I- Tadashi’s going to-,” you start to protest at all of the marks he’s making. The protests are futile, only causing Kei to laugh against your skin and make marks higher on your neck and under your jaw. He’s bruising you in places that are going to be so difficult to cover up.

“Tadashi’s what? Is Tadashi going to make you come? Do you want me to stop so that he can-,” Kei teases, but the expression on his face isn’t flirty and light, it’s condescending and arrogant. 

“No. No, please. I’m sorry,” you apologize for interrupting him, for questioning him in any way. 

“Good.” His mouth is attacking your neck again. He’s doing it to spite you at this point. Every mark is purposefully placed in a place that would be significantly more difficult to cover up than the rest of them. One at the back of your neck where your hair doesn’t hide most of the time, one right above your sternum where your v-necks fall and your button-ups don’t quite cover, one near the front of your neck, but ever so slightly to the right, completely in view even with your hair down, one hovering directly above the line of where your turtleneck rests on the opposite side of your neck that you like to keep your hair. The placement of each of them is too peculiar, too thought out, too inconvenient. 

“Your neck looks much better, now, sweetheart,” he tells you, Tadashi’s nickname hanging in the room. You’re painfully aware of how easily it’s becoming Kei’s nickname in your head. 

“Do you remember the rules?” he asks, his thumb rubbing over the freshly purpled areas on your skin. How could you forget them? You remember how important verbal communication was to him so you repeat them aloud. 

“Yellow for caution, red for full stop, tapping 3 times with two fingers if I can’t talk,” you recite as if you’d been thinking of it non-stop since he told you them. You just wanted him to be rough with you again. 

He smirks at you, looking your body up and down and licking his lips. “Good girl.” He’s no longer touching your neck, his hands dropping to his sides are he steps back, his eyes lingering down your entire body. 

“We should probably make this quick, huh? So you can get back to Tadashi.” The smirk hasn’t left his face as he so effortlessly mentions your boyfriend’s name. Your stomach twists every time that he does. Getting overhearing Tadashi’s name, you notice what he’s actually saying and you frown. You didn’t want to be quick, you wanted him to draw it out, to touch you for hours, to make up for the fact that you haven’t come in so long. 

He begins to close the gap between you two again, wrapping his arm tightly around your waist and pulling you deeper into the room with him. His mouth is so close to your ear that you can feel his hot breath. “Is that what you want? For me to fuck you really fast so that you can get home to Tadashi?” Your eyes flutter shut as you shake your head no. “What is it that you want?”

“I want to make you come.” Your voice and answer surprise you, but not as much as it surprises Tsukishima. He regains his composure quickly, but you saw how his breath stuttered for a moment. 

“Me?” He’s returned to his controlling demeanor, undoing your pants and pulling them to the ground as he presses kisses down your chest and stomach. “I thought you haven't had an orgasm in weeks, not since the last time I ruined you.” 

You’re unsure how to proceed, whether you should backpedal or not. You wanted to feel his cum dripping out of you again, wanted to watch his face as he rode his high, wanted to hear him grunting as his hips stuttered, but you also wanted to get off. The whole reason that you were here right now was so that you could finally, after weeks of frustration, have an orgasm. 

“I- I mean,” you start, but Tsukishima presses his lips harshly against yours, licking the outside of your bottom lip sloppily before sucking it into his mouth. 

He pulls away quickly, “You didn’t lie to me, right? You’re not going to take back what you said, right, sweetheart?” His hand lifts off of your lower back, raises in the air, and then comes down hard on your exposed ass, causing you to jump towards him so slightly, rubbing on his hardness. 

You shake your head. You wanted to cum so badly, but you chose your priority for the night. You weren’t lying to him when you told him that you wanted to make him come, but you wanted him to make you come too. “Good girl. You just want me to use you like Tadashi does, huh? You don’t need me to make you come.” He’s laughing at the entire situation.

He uses one finger, dipping it into your mouth without warning, pressing it against the back of your tongue until you gag, using the spit to rub against the outside of your panties. You quiver at the touch, suddenly flooding completely and already almost there. 

“I don’t think you need to come tonight,” Kei sneers, taking your earlobe between his teeth. “It’s just too much for me to have to worry about. You can just come over another time, maybe.”

You want to beg, to plead, to pray (that might work) to him, asking for him to just continue what he’s doing and you’ll be putty in his fingers, that you don’t need much, you’ll make do with whatever he wants to do to you. Your words are stuck in your throat in fear of punishment for speaking out, but you settle. “I don’t want to leave, Kei.” These words had the chance to be bratty, but they just came out pathetic. 

“Leave? No. You just told me that you wanted to make me come.” He forces you to your knees, the sudden impact of the floor on them making you wince. “You’ll do that.” He cups your chin with his hand, endearing at first, but then forcefully tilting it upwards, staring into your eyes. “If you come tonight, I will never touch you again.”

You don’t know if he’s lying, if he could actually follow through with that, but you don’t want to find out. You couldn’t take the chance. You would have to behave. The main motivation that you had for sneaking out of your house and into Kei’s was the fact that you hadn’t been able to come since he touched you, but here he was, touching you, but not allowing you to come. 

“Do you understand?” His voice is as forceful as his grip is. You nod hesitantly. You don’t want to nod, but you do understand. The hand on your chin moves down to your neck, promptly cutting off the air that was flowing into your lungs. “Do. You. Understand?”

You nod again, more sure of the answer this time. You choke out a yes, Kei before he removes his hand from your throat. “Take my cock out.” His hands are in your hair as he demands this from you. There’s nothing to distract you this time, allowing you to pull his boxers down and take his half-hard cock in your hand. “Spit.” You spit into your hand before starting to stroke it, his fingers lacing into your hair. His demands are small phrases, not wasting time with filler words, only wanting to give you enough information to listen to him. 

He uses his grasp in your hair to bring your head closer to his cock until your lips are rubbing over the semi-softened length. His lack of demands makes you feel as though you have some degree of liberty, sticking your tongue out of your mouth for him to brush against. When he moans softly, his cock getting harder against your lips, you know that you’ve made the right decision. You’re feeling more confident, moving your head against his hands, and running the side of his cock between your lips. His fists tighten as he moves his hips in motion with your lips.

The harder that his cock gets, the more tempted you are to take it’s growing entirety down your throat. You spit into your hand, slicking him from the base to his tip before placing his head in the part of your mouth. You look up at him, inquiry and innocence in your eyes. His nod is less of an enthusiastic yes and more of a “go ahead if you want to.” You want to. 

You take him completely into your mouth. Though he’s not completely hard, he fully takes up your mouth and his head is grazing your throat. You don’t move your mouth once he’s inside of you, instead focusing on your tongue and the suction of your throat, swirling your tongue over any part of him that you could and running it up and down his length. You swallow, causing your throat to constrict around him. His soft grunt of your name reminding you how much he loves it. You could feel him growing bigger, longer until his cock was completely blocking your airway. This was the feeling that you missed so much, that feeling of fullness inside of you. 

You start moving your head, taking him almost completely out of your mouth, stroking the length when it wasn’t constricted by your throat, before slowly swallowing his entirety, pressing your nose up against his stomach. The sounds that are coming out of Kei’s mouth are the best form of encouragement that you could have, the second being the slight shake in his grip on your hair when you did something that he really liked like forcing his cock so hard that it triggers your gag reflex. This was severely different than the first time you had sucked him off. You had so much more control this time, so much more freedom to pleasure him how you wanted to, to show your expertise. 

Looking up, previously focused only on what you were doing, the only thing that you can see is Kei with his head thrown back. You can’t see the look on his face, much to your dismay, but you bet his mouth is open and his eyes are closed. You hum with pride, Kei’s hips bucking at the feeling. You start to moan around him, the vibrations sending sensations throughout his entire body. 

“Your throat feels so fucking good, fuck,” he murmurs softly before hesitantly pulling you back up to your feet, his hard cock rubbing against your lips through the cotton of your panties. Your knees feel weak from the small amount of contact. Somehow, it’s worse this time than it was the first time. You literally hadn’t come at all in 3 weeks and you were already anticipating how good Kei was going to make you feel. 

He picks you up, prompting your legs to wrap around him. You can feel your warmth pressing against his skin and it takes everything in you not to start grinding on him like a teenager. As quickly as he picked you up, he’s thrown you on the edge of the bed. He’s on his knees now, his mouth hovering above the waistband of your panties, so close that you can feel his breath on your hip. His teeth drag across your skin, snagging on your panties and closing his teeth together to pull them down. Watching him move so intently has you dripping. You remember how good it felt for him to eat you out. Your anticipation was only going to make it feel so much better when he finally made contact, but the anticipation was all that you felt. As soon as he’s pulled your panties down, he hovers over you for a split second before standing back up, reaching over top of you to grab something. The thought of him eating you out again is still swarming in your head. If you asked nicely would he do it for you? 

You know the answer to that. 

A pillow is pushed underneath your head before Kei’s hands are clawing down the sides of your waist, stopping at your hips, his thumbs rubbing circles into the same place that his breath graced. His eyes flicker up to yours. “If you’re really good, maybe I’ll let you come after I’m finished with you.”

You shudder, your entire body feeling so ready for whatever he wants to do to you tonight. “Thank you.” The gratitude leaves your mouth as soon as you think it. A taunting smile hanging off of his lips. He’s soaking in how grateful you are at just the thought of him possibly letting you come tonight. 

“Again,” he jeers. Like you said, soaking in it. 

“Thank you, Kei,” you repeat, louder this time, but still just as grateful.

“Good girl,” he mutters, pulling you closer to him with one hand, the other stroking his cock as he rubs it between your lips, carefully smearing his precome on your clit. You’re moaning louder than you should be for as light as the contact is, but you don’t care. Even inside of you, earlier tonight, Tadashi didn’t make you feel this good. 

Your back is flush against the bed, head lying softly on the pillow, legs dangling off of the side of the bed. Kei is between your legs, staring into your eyes as he towers above you, not even watching as he lines himself up with you. He presses his head against your hole, but not entering. He loves to watch your facial expressions shift as he does the littlest things to you. He rubs the head between your lips, pressing his hips forward to put more pressure, circling your clit before pushing the head inside. 

Even with only the head inside of you, you’re already clenching around him. He places his hand on your mound, his thumb lightly flicking your clit as he pushes deeper inside of you at an agonizingly slow pace. You want his hips pressed flush against yours, want to feel your pussy swallow him completely. You feel every tiny movement as he sluggishly fills you. 

When he’s hit the back of your walls, he pulls his hips back just as slowly and pushes them forward just as slowly. He’s fucking you so gently, so soft, so tormentedly. His thumb on your clit is flicking at the same speed, just slowly rubbing back and forth over your swollen nub. He’s moving so slowly in all aspects that you can barely enjoy yourself. His thrusts pick up speed only slightly as he continues. 

“Kei, please.” Your soft plea disrupts the silence in the room as Kei was focusing on pushing into you as slowly as he could muster. He cocks his eyebrow at you. It’s like he was waiting for you to protest just so that he could punish you. The hand between your legs moves to grasp your hips, his other one following suit on the other side. His thrusts are still slow, but they’re hard. Just before his hips are flush against yours, he slams into you, the pleasure spiking for only a fraction of a second before reverting back to its slow and teasing approach.

“What?” he asks, indisputable antagony dripping off of each letter. “Do you want me to make it harder for you not to come all over me? Is that what you want?” He’s picking up speed now, driving his cock into you with the same intensity, but faster. “You know that you’re not allowed to come, right? You just want me to torture you? Is that it?” He knows the answers to all of these questions that he’s asking. He’s only asking them to see your face as you react to each one of them. “What’s going to happen if you come tonight?”

You don’t want to say it out loud, scared that if you do it’ll become even more of a reality. He fucks into you faster, still missing your g-spot purposefully, but the penetration alone is making your pussy ache. “Tell me.”

“You’re… You’re not going to touch me again,” you admit. The sentence in the air around you making you feel almost nauseous. 

He clicks his tongue. “Tch. And you still want me to pound into you? Is that what you need, you fucking whore? You know that you’re not going to be able to come, but you still want me to destroy you?” Every word that comes out of his mouth is punctuated by the sound of his skin slapping against yours. You instantly regret your plea. 

“Kei, I-,” you go to protest, but he shakes his head, picking your hips up off of the bed to accentuate the angle that he’s fucking into you. At first, you think he’s just adjusting you or only doing it for a moment to tease you, but he doesn’t put you down. He holds his hands under you, lifting you up and hammering into you with a speed that you hadn’t seen before. 

His cock is ramming haphazardly into your g-spot, sending a wave of pleasure throughout your body every time he rams inside of you. You switch back and forth between speechless and letting out straggled moans that almost hurt as they leave your throat. With how deprived you are of orgasming, you could have came seconds after he started fucking you, but you know that you can’t. 

Kei’s out of breath. Sweat is running down his forehead, sheening his forearms and biceps, littering his chest with droplets as he continually pistons into you while still holding you up. Even in his extreme labor, he still has the energy and lung capacity to talk to you, to degrade you.

“You fucking asked for this, didn’t you? You wanted it so badly. You wanted me to fuck the shit out of you, couldn’t take being fucked slow and gentle, needed it pounded into you like a fucking whore, like a fucking bitch, like my fucking bitch.” The words are spitting out of his mouth so quickly, almost matching his thrusts. His brain isn’t focused on articulating complete sentences, only saying strings of words connected together in one long-expression. 

You couldn’t even respond to him, despite how badly you wanted to tell him that you were his bitch and only his bitch. Your mind was too occupied with making sure that you didn’t come. Everything inside of you was telling you to just let go, to let the pleasure take you, but you couldn’t take the chance. 

Your right hip falls back into the bed and you notice how hard you were clenching to try to keep yourself stable. Half of you is lying back on the bed, the other side still being held up by Kei. This led to a non-direct contact with your g-spot and you were grateful for it. Instead, his hand found his way to your throat, wrapping his slender fingers around your neck and pressing into you. Each thrust made his hand push into your windpipe a bit more, releasing on his pull back, but returning on the next one. 

He’s leaning over top of you, sweat dripping onto your shirt that he hadn’t even bothered to take off, falling onto your tits that are bouncing so hard from the motion that your nipples have gotten hard from rubbing against the fabric. There are so many things for you to think about right now, so much pleasure happening on different parts of your body and the fact that Kei is making it so hard for you to breathe. 

“If you can’t respond, you don’t really need to breathe, do you?” he huffs, tightening his grip against your neck. You wished that the choking would distract you from how badly you wanted to come, but the less oxygen that’s getting into your lungs, the more heightened all of your other senses were. It only brought you so much closer. 

Your vision is blurring as he leans completely into you, causing nearly his full weight to crush your throat, smirking as you try to gasp beneath him. Your eyes are having a difficult time staying open as you try to focus on everything at once. When his hand retracts from your throat, you start coughing at the amount of air you try to take in. The feeling of recovery doesn’t last for long as he lifts your other hip back up and focuses his energy into perfectly targeting your g-spot.

“Play with yourself,” Kei demands, looking down at your pussy and how well it’s taking his cock. 

“Kei, I- I can’t,” you stutter, not making eye contact with him. You know that if you were to look into his eyes, you wouldn’t be able to deny him. 

“What?” His voice is seething the anger that you were fearful you would get from his eyes. 

“I can’t, Kei, please, I’ll come,” you explain desperately.

He leans over top of you, grabbing the pillow from under your head and stuffing it underneath your lower back, maintaining the angle that he created from holding you up, but slightly lower. It still does the trick. Kei doesn’t lose sight of your g-spot or how to hit it with every thrust. “I’ll do it for you, then.”

You wished you had just listened to him, but such is the theme every time you don’t listen to him. This just reminds you how much you have to hold it completely. You have to listen to him, but he’s making it almost impossible. Using his thumb, he’s rubbing circles into your clit faster than you were capable of and he doesn’t slow down in the slightest as he pulls up your shirt, exposing your tits to the cold air and pinching your nipple between his fingers, rolling it so hard that the pain turns to pleasure. He leans down, capturing your other nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, sucking on it with such care that the other parts of his body should be stuttering out of pattern from the sheer concentration that he has. 

You should have listened to him. The pleasure that’s taking over your body is too much. You can feel the build-up in your lower stomach. Tears are streaming down your cheeks at the overstimulation. You’re screaming so loudly that you wouldn’t be surprised if the entire neighborhood, even Tadashi, woke up to see what was happening. There is not a single part of your body that isn’t on fire right now. Your head hurts from how difficult it is to stop yourself from coming with so much happening. You’re telling him to stop over and over again, but you know it’s futile. You know that the only way he’ll stop is if you say yellow or red, but the thought of him actually stopping makes you feel empty. You’ll suffer. 

You don’t know how much more you can take. You thought that he would get tired at one point, that some of his motions would fall out of sync, that he might decide that you’ve had enough, but he keeps going. His cock is hammering in and out of you, his fingers are working meticulously, and his mouth only leaves your tit to tell you that you’re a good girl, something that does not make anything better. Your pleas only get louder and more frequent as he continues. It’s all becoming too much. You can feel your pussy start to clench around him, your orgasm coming quickly, but you can’t stop it this time. 

All at once, it stops. The thought of your orgasm fading almost instantly as his mouth is off of you, his fingers are off of you, his cock is out of you. You don’t know whether to be grateful or angry at his timing. 

“On your knees.” The three words make you throb between your legs, but you oblige, quickly getting onto the floor back onto your sore knees, looking up at Kei as he stroked his cock over top of you. You watched how methodical his strokes were, the differing pressure and grips that he used as his hand slid up his cock and back down to the base. You put your hand on top of his, unsure if this would help him or slow him down. His eyes tell you that he was evidently not expecting this. Hesitantly, he removes his hand, your hand making contact with the soft skin. You follow the same movements. 

You try to mimic the movements completely, but you capture his head in your mouth, running your tongue over his slit as it leaks with precome. You pull your mouth off of the head, swiping your thumb over it instead like you’ve seen him do in the past, pulling a moan from his throat. You do it again. You get lower, taking one of his balls into your mouth and sucking as you maintain the technique on his cock, getting gradually faster as his grunts get louder. 

“Fuck, fuck, sweetheart, fuck.” His hand is in your hair like it often is when you’re on your knees in front of him, but they’re not tight fists, they’re soft fingers massaging your scalp. You’ve noticed how thankful, though he would never actually say the words thank you , that Kei gets as he’s about to come and it’s something that you want to experience for the rest of your life. You can feel his balls tightening in your mouth as you run your tongue over them. His cock is throbbing in your hand as you pull away from his balls and look up at him expectantly. Your eyes are fluttering and your tongue is sticking completely out, head tilted back so he can see down your throat. 

“God, I’m going to come all over your pretty fucking face, fuck. Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so fucking pretty, but you’re going to look so much fucking prettier with my cum all over you,” he breathes. You can feel his cock begin to pulse before the cum starts shooting out of him. You try to keep your eyes as open as best you can, taking in the sight of Kei’s head completely back, his hand tightening in your hair just slightly as he shoots his load all over your face. Strings of cum get into your hair and eyelashes, onto your tongue, fall against your cheeks, dripping off of your chin. 

The cum that lands near your mouth, you lick up, showing Kei how good you are, how pretty all of the white is on your pink tongue. You pull your tongue back into your mouth, tilting your head completely up so that Kei can see your throat as you swallow, the salty substance sliding down your throat. 

“Fuck,” Kei mutters. Even though he’s coming down from his orgasm, his cock softening in front of you, it still twitches slightly watching you swallow his cum. His chest is rising and falling rapidly. You think he’ll help you back up to your feet, but he’s walking away, laying on his bed. 

“Sit,” he demands. You’re confused as to where exactly he wants you to sit, the timidness creeping back up on you from when you first entered the door. You wanted to go into the bathroom, grab a towel from his dirty clothes, to just run your hand over your face, anything to get the sticky substance off of your cheeks and out of your eyelashes. Kei has other plans. He waves you over, looking at you expectantly. 

“Can I clean myself off first?” you ask, quietly. 

He shakes his head. “No, I think you look pretty like that.”

You get off of your knees, standing up and walking slowly over to his bed. He takes one of your hands and pulls you on top of him. He grabs one of your legs and swings it to the other side of his body. You’re straddling his stomach, the wetness of your throbbing pussy dragging across his abs. He grabs onto your thighs, pulling you up his stomach. You’re still confused, but you trust him. He can tell you’re confused too, but he doesn’t address it. You’ll understand soon enough. 

He lifts you up when you get to his chest and lowers you onto his face. Your leg muscles constrict as you try your best to hover over top of him and not suffocate him, but he pulls you down on top of him. You feel like you’re about to lose your balance as he roughly positions you on his face. You reach out in front of you, grabbing onto the headboard. Oh my God, you were sitting on his face. 

Despite you being on top of him, you know who had all of the control right now. He lifts you up just slightly so that he can talk, muttering so close to you that his lips brush against yours. “You were such a good girl. I think you deserve to come before I send you back home, yeah?”

You know he can’t see you, but you’re nodding furiously anyways, a stream of repetitive yes ’s flying out of your mouth. He pulls you back into him. His lips are rubbing against your pussy, his nose nuzzling against your clit as he moves his head up and down. His tongue isn’t even out yet and the sensation is already getting you so close. “Fuck, Kei,” you breathe. All of your pride is out the window with your next sentence. “I’m close,” you whimper. With everything that he had done to you before, the fact that you hadn’t come in weeks, the fact that you could taste his cum on your lips still, the pressure on your clit from his soft lips, the fact that it’s Kei underneath you, pleasuring you even after he had already finished, you were putty. 

You knew that if he just stuck his tongue out in the smallest regard, you would come right there, but he doesn’t. He’s determined to make you come from eating you out without even opening his mouth. He’s moving his face drastically, wetting his lips with spit and rubbing them back and forth on your clit. This small, repetitive motion is what drives your first orgasm. Your fingers grasp the headboard so hard that you start moving it as you rock on his face. You can feel your juices running down the side of your leg and onto Kei’s face. Your walls clench around nothing as Kei continues, riding you through your first orgasm in weeks. After not coming for so long, your orgasm has you breathless. 

But it’s just the start. Kei opens his mouth, his tongue sliding out, the flat side of the wet muscle sliding from the bottom of your pussy to your clit, running the tip between your lips and teasing your hole. You throw your head back, a moan escaping from deep within your chest. He digs his fingers into you, trying to get closer to you. He sucks your clit into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it for a bit before gently biting on it. Your hips buck at this, you swallow hard. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Kei, fuck.” 

Your eyes are closed in bliss as he continues eating you out, his tongue finding its way to your hole, teasing the wet opening with the tip before sticking it as deep in as he can, his nose pressed up against your clit so hard that he can’t breathe. He refuses to move until you’ve come on his tongue. He moves his tongue in and out of you quickly, making it thinner going in and flatter coming out, filling you up as much as he can. He reaches up, grabbing your tits from under your shirt, massaging into them. Your pulse is quickening as he tongue fucks you into your second orgasm. This one is even more powerful than the last one.

You scream out his name as he continues to fuck his tongue into you, swirling it around your walls and slurping up the juices that flow out of you. The sound alone is enough to heighten your orgasm. Your knuckles are white against the headboard, wrists shaking as you try to keep yourself balanced. The thank you s don’t stop even after you’ve calmed down. You’re feeling weak after that last orgasm as you begin to get off of him, but he holds you in place. He lifts you off of him for a second, getting in a good breath and speaking. “Make yourself come on my tongue, sweetheart.” 

Kei sticks his tongue out completely, not moving at all as your pussy rests on it. Holding your hips, he starts moving them back and forth, your pussy gliding against his tongue slicked with saliva and your come. You’re not expecting it to feel so good on your oversensitive pussy, but your toes are already curling at how incredible he feels. “T- Thank you, Kei,” you say, trying to focus on your words. 

He moves his hands from your hips to your just below your ass, guiding you instead of forcing you. His help fades quickly as he allows you to set your own pace. You grind against his tongue, rolling your hips down hard. Your swollen clit comes into contact with his tongue as you slide it against the entire length of it. You shake at how good it feels, but his hands keep you stable. You repeat the motion again, dragging your clit hard against his tongue. 

You know that you shouldn’t be asking for more of him after how much he’s given you tonight, but you’re so close for the third time and you know exactly what you need to come. “Please, Kei, please will you suck on my clit?” You ache at your own words, wanting so badly to feel the suction on your clit in his mouth, his lips encapturing it. You know that he told you to make yourself come on him, but you want to feel your clit slip into his mouth.

He hums against your pussy, sucking your clit into his mouth harshly, swirling his tongue around your nub before suckling onto it. All of the breath escapes your lungs at once, a loud “ fuck ” erupting from your core. Every one of your limbs is shaking, you can barely grind into him with how weak your legs are as he pushes you over the edge for the third time tonight. 

After not thinking that you were going to come at all, that you were truly going to go back to your house unsatisfied, these orgasms truly blew your mind. Your hips don’t stop moving, rubbing your clit on his lips even after it’s fallen out of his mouth. Your eyes are squeezed together so tight that you feel the dried cum on your eyelashes touch your cheekbones. Your chest is hollowing, your shoulders forwards as your mouth stays open, no sound coming out of it, but a small squeal at the end. 

When you finish coming, you feel like you’re going to collapse. You’re so tired that every time you blink, it’s harder to open your eyes back up. You know that below you, Kei is probably suffocating between your thighs, but you don’t have enough strength to move. Thankfully, he does it for you, picking you up gently and moving you back onto his stomach. You try to control your breathing as you look down at Kei. He looks so disheveled, his hair, which you had never seen even slightly messy, was everywhere, his mouth was completely wet, and he was trying just as hard as you to breathe normally again. You’re about to laugh, to tease him about how cute he looks, to thank him, anything , when you slide backward, Kei’s hands on your hips and are met with a hard feeling rubbing against your entrance. 

“You’re hard again,” you note aloud. You probably sound like an idiot, but it was just pure amazement on your face as you felt Kei’s cock hard again from eating you out. In the two years that you and Tadashi had been together, he never got hard a second time. Honestly, in all of your sexual endeavors, even before Tadashi, you had never experienced this, only going one round before calling it a night, even if they had been long rounds. 

Just as you assumed would happen, Kei was looking at you like you were an idiot. “Yes…,” he says slowly, making sure that you know how stupid you sound. “That’s what happens after a hot girl comes all over your face 3 times in a row.” You’re blushing now at him referring to you as a hot girl. Not a lot of things made you blush about tonight, but for some reason, this was one of them. 

“I-.” You stop yourself, the blush still very evident on your face as you try to hide behind your hands, looking at Kei underneath you. 

“What?” He moves your hands from your face, placing them on his chest. God, he looks so good, so confused at your amazement, but then realization settles, his eyebrows raising and a devilish smile appearing. “Oh my God. What? This has never happened to you?”

Despite the adrenaline calming down, the domination in his voice decreasing, instead being replaced with cockiness and disbelief, you still want to listen to him, to answer him honestly, to please him. You shake your head, your face still feeling very warm as you admit to him. 

He grips your hips, sliding you against his once again hard length, your lips wrapping around him as he moves you. “I know I said that you weren’t allowed to come tonight.” He grabs your ankles, gently tugging at them until your feet are flat against the bed instead of your knees, giving you much better leverage for what you were hoping was about to happen. “But it looks like we’ve already broken that rule.” The roughness in his voice is back with a vengeance, making up for its absence. “We might as well break it again.”

At this sentence, he uses his hold on your hips to push you onto his cock. Your already stretched hole takes him in so easily with the added lubrication of your multiple orgasms. Despite having been in you for so long already, the feeling of fullness is truly something that you’ll never get tired of. He grunts at how wet you are, how he’s the sole reason. 

“Ride it, baby,” he encourages, looking up at you, his cock throbbing as he notices the cum has dried onto your face and that you hadn’t wiped it off. He hadn’t told you to. Despite how weak your knees are, you still find the strength to start bouncing up and down on his cock. It slides in and out of you so easily from how wet you are. Kei braces you, his arms wrapped around your back so that you can lean into him as you fuck yourself on him.

It doesn’t take long for you to get really into it, using your legs to push you off of his cock faster and slam down on him harder, taking your own breath away. Kei has given you this sense of control for the third time tonight and you weren’t going to waste the opportunity. The look on your face as you take him so effortlessly is making his balls tense already. Your hands are on his chest, using them as even more leverage to slide up and down his length even faster.

“God, you’re so fucking good at riding dick, aren’t you, sweetheart?” His praise encourages you to please him even further, trying to match the speed that he was hammering into you earlier. Your legs are growing tired fast, but the pure adrenaline and pleasure aren’t allowing you to slow down. You wouldn’t be surprised if you couldn’t walk for hours after this. He wants to watch you fail, to turn bright red, to collapse on him in exhaustion, to rely on him to finish the job. “Is this what you did for Tadashi tonight, baby? Did you fuck him like this?” You shake your head, answering honestly. You can barely focus on his words with how hard you’re trying to please him. You shouldn’t like what he’s saying, but you can’t get enough of it. 

“No, you only fuck me like this, don’t you?” You nod your head, answering honestly. You can’t even think about putting this much effort into making anyone other than Kei come. You didn’t care enough about anyone else. “You want to be all mine, don’t you, sweetheart?” 

The question shakes you to your core. If you weren’t so focused on fucking him, you might have actually burst into tears. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck. I want to be all yours, Kei, please. Please, make me yours.” Your pussy is clenching around him as you beg for such an intangible thing. He’s laughing underneath you at how desperate you sound. He lifts your hips, digging so hard into them that you whimper in pain. 

“I’ll make you mine, sweetheart.” His voice is gentle, like the calm before the storm, as he starts lifting his hips up repeatedly slamming into you. However fast you thought you were fucking him before, he surpasses you tenfold. His balls are slapping against your ass as he’s relentlessly thrusting his cock so deep inside of your soaking wet pussy, slamming into your g-spot so hard that you feel that familiar feeling pooling in your stomach. 

“Lean back,” he demands. You listen to him immediately. It gives him an even better angle to hit your spot and allows for you to support your weight on your arm. “Play with yourself. Let me watch you play with your swollen clit, sweetheart.” You nod, listening to him without hesitation. You reach your hand down to your clit, rubbing small, but rapid circles into it, ignoring how quickly your arm is getting tired and focusing more on how good Kei is making you feel yet again.

“Kei, Kei, Kei, Kei.” His name won’t stop spilling out of your mouth as you squeeze your eyes shut. “I-.” You’re about to announce that he’s bringing you to your fourth orgasm when he stops moving, pulling you back down on his cock.

“Make yourself come on my cock, baby,” he says, his hands guiding your hips quickly as you pick up the pace again, your tired legs picking you up off of his cock before you swallow it completely repeatedly. “Fuck, make yourself come, baby, yes. God, I love watching you, cum all over your pretty face, fuck.” 

You listen to his praise, to his demands, as you try so hard to make yourself come with Kei’s cock. You can’t make it feel nearly as good as Kei can make you feel, but feeling his eyes on you as he watches you ride him compensates for it. It sends a surge of confidence and heat throughout your entire body, bouncing on him faster. “I-, I’m- I-,” you’re stuttering, not able to complete your sentence as Kei lifts his hips again, meeting your hips as you’re both moving in sync with one another. You’ve never felt anything better in your life. 

You don’t know exactly what you scream as you come, clear liquid drenching Kei’s hips and bed, as you fuck yourself through your own orgasm. Everything in your mind goes blank, you can barely remember your own name as he continues to fuck you. Your soaking walls clench around him so tightly as you come, squeezing his shaft, massaging his length. His cock starts to throb again, his hips falling back down on the bed as he relies on you to finish him. 

Kei is almost completely out of breath after watching you squirt all over him, but he uses his remaining air to speak to you, to coax you into making him come. “I know you want more of my cum, sweetheart, I know you do. That’s why you came over here, isn’t it? Fuck. I’m so close, fuck. Milk it out of me, baby, fuck.” The string of dirty words gives you just enough energy to speed up one last time. Truly, if you had to continue any longer, you might have passed out. 

You consciously tighten yourself around him as you lift off of him, loosening as you get to the tip, and vice versa on the way down. You want his cum deep inside of you so badly. You want him to fuck it into you again. Your sensitive walls are gripping his cock as you feel it pulse, a groan tearing from his throat as he repeats your name in between a string of sweetheart s and fuck s.  You feel his load for the second time tonight, this time filling your pussy up completely, adding to how full you feel. You’re mindful, now, of the fact that his cum is dried on your face as well and it just makes you more desperate to get every drop that you can out of him. He’s grunting loudly as you feel his cock twitch and pulse with every stream of cum that sprays against your walls. 

Even after his cock stops pulsing, after his cum stops leaking out of the tip of his cock, you lazily ride him, less sliding up and down his length and more moving your body slightly as you feel his cock move a few inches inside of you. You can feel him beginning to get soft inside of you when you swing your leg off of him, standing up, his come completely inside of you. 

“I’m going to clean myself,” you tell him, making your way down his hallway and into his bathroom. 

“How are you so good at that?” The words feel like they should’ve come out of your mouth, but they’ve come out of Kei’s. He asks as soon as you’ve gotten back from the bathroom, your face finally cleaned among other areas. You’re taken by surprise at the compliment. It’s not exactly like Kei to admit these things, boosting your ego. 

You laugh at him, picking up your soaked underwear, putting them back on. You begin to pick up your pants when Kei motions you over to him, a grin on his face. He’s still lying in the same place that he was when you left, but he has his boxers on and a blanket over top of him. He throws the blanket back and pulls you back on top of him, the same position that you were in while you were riding him, legs straddled over his hips. It felt almost weird being in this position without both of you being completely naked and overly horny. This somehow felt more intimate. 

“What?” you ask him as he wraps his arms around the small of your back, bringing you closer to his chest. He shakes his head. 

“Nothing, y’know. Supposed to comfort after I degrade you, or whatever,” he mutters. Your heart skips a beat at the thought. You weren’t going to protest. His hand is in your hair, stroking each strand and massaging your scalp. It feels so nice that you hum, letting your eyes close softly. When you open your eyes again, you’re staring into Kei’s eyes, far too close. 

Your eyes flicker down to his lips, his lips that are still sheened with you . You want to kiss it off of him. It stops you in your own thoughts. Your heart rate is decreasing, your mind is no longer fogged by pure pleasure, you’re finally coming down from your orgasms, the sex in the air is lingering, but fading and you don’t want to kiss Kei because he makes you come, you want to kiss Kei because he’s so pretty, because he cares , because you’ve wanted to kiss him since the first day that you met him and Tadashi.  

You wonder if he’s thinking the same thing. You notice his eyes gazing intently at your lips and it makes your heart swell so big that you want to vomit. You lean down, closing the gap between the two of you. This kiss is different than any from today or from before. This kiss is not just getting you off, it’s deviating from the reason that you were here in the first place. You know this. You know how different this is, how much this is going to change, but you let it happen. You make it happen. You’re the one that’s moving closer to him, closing your eyes right before your lips are about to touch, your heart unforgivingly thumping in your chest.

Before you can feel how soft his lips are when they’re not attacking yours or spewing degrading phrases, your phone rings completely bringing you back down to earth. Your eyes snap open, you start sweating, if you thought that your heartbeat was unforgiving before, now it’s merciless. 

You quickly scramble up from Kei’s lap, grabbing your phone from your pants and reading the name on the screen. Your heart sinks into your stomach as you answer the phone. 

“Tadashi, love, hi.” Your voice is soft, trying not to sound too surprised or breathless. 

(y/n), where are you? It’s almost 5 in the morning.  

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m just on a walk. I had a nightmare. I needed to clear my head. I should have left a note, I know.” You’re making up your excuse on the spot, thinking of things that won’t make him suspicious. 

A note? Just, please, come back. It’s so late. I had no idea where you were. You scared me. 

“I’m sorry.” You’re apologizing for so much more than he knows. 

It’s okay, (y/n). I’ll see you when you get back, yeah? Or, where are you? Do you want me to meet you? I know it’s a safe neighborhood, but it’s still 5- 

“No, it’s okay.” You try to keep your voice as calm as you can muster it. “Go back to sleep, Dashi. I’ll be home soon.” 

Okay, okay. He yawns. I love you. 

A pang of guilt hits your chest. You look up at Kei, meeting his now soft, questioning eyes. “I love you too.” 

It doesn’t matter how much you want Kei or how much you crave him. You can’t meet him again. 

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could you do one with sub yamaguchi please 🥺

i'm trying to work on my dialogue game so this is kinda rough im so sorry😭😭😭 alsoooo i didn’t know this was supposed to be pegging? but i did it anyways so lmk if you want somethin different pls ill get on that

Pairing: Yamaguchi Tadashi x Fem!Reader

Rating: M! For Mature

Contains: sub!yama, pegging, femdom per usual, overstim, spanking, lots of praise bc he’s baby

Yamaguchi whines low in his throat, fingers sliding from beneath the pillow to the sheets beneath them, hooking just beneath the edge before curling them into his palm. His knuckles go white with the solid grip, tensing in a way that must be painful as he squirms in your lap.

“Please,” He murmurs, and you can’t tell whether it’s the weight of the word or the pleasure that makes his voice crack so prettily.

The sight- the sound makes your mouth go dry. You’d been together long enough to read every small cue and shudder of his body but time doesn’t ease the way you feel; doesn’t make the sight of him so perfect and willing for you any less breathtaking. You swallow thickly, struggling to hear over the pounding of your own heart in your ears. 

“Shh,” You ease, stilling your hand and smoothing the other over his hair.  “Only a few left, and you deserve them, remember? You were being so bad earlier.” 

“I-” Tadashi begins hesitantly, but the waning edge of his voice makes you click your tongue. There’s a pause that follows and then he speaks again: “I know.Just want more, please I need it.”

You smile, kissing him softly on the shoulder before smacking him again, quick and sharp. It’s the noise more than the impact that startles him, gasping in surprise as he clenches down on the finger you’d given him earlier. “Three,” You tell him. 

The fourth one tears another broken noise free and the sound goes straight to your core, arousal bleeding through your veins. You smile down at him even though he can’t see it, “You moan so pretty for me.” 

“Tha-Thank you,” Yama breathes, hands shaking. Compliments always make him hazy; you can practically hear the blush; see the nervous twitch his nose would give in response. 

He falls silent for a second and you allow him the time it takes to recuperate, waiting for him to suck in a steadying breath before raising your hand in question. “Again?” He asks timidly, voice soft, and you grin. 

“Good boy,” You breathe, spanking him again before he has the chance to anticipate it.

You make sure to press hard against his prostate simultaneously, slipping another finger along side the first before curling them until he clenches around you. His thighs tremble against yours, and you wonder briefly how long he’ll last like this. Your answer comes a few seconds later, when he scrambles for purchase at the sixth blow. 

“Wa-Wait!” He cries out, and you pause your hand where it lies in the air, stroking over his ass in comfort as he struggles to string sentences together. 

“You normally love your punishments, baby,” You hum questioningly, but you know the answer; can feel it in your lungs, “Don’t want anymore?”

“I-I’m okay, I promise. Just- too close.” His voice is thick with tears, but steady enough for you to trust the words it spills. You strike him again and he whimpers, bucking so hard he almost falls unsteadily off of your lap. You rake your gaze down to the reddened imprints on his skin, some shaped like your hand but blurry on the edges where they’d overlapped. “Oh?” You ask, “Were you gonna cum? Is that it?” 

When his head nodes shakily in confirmation, you grin, “Do you want me to keep going?” 

“Please…” He whispers, and you press a kiss into his shoulder at the honesty. You alternate unsteadily between spanking and working Tadashi open, squirting extra lube into your hand as you make your way to three fingers. You hate this position, honestly; although you can picture how his face looks right now it’s different when you can’t see it- when you don’t get to see the tears you know his eyes are glazed with. He was always so pretty when he cried; always looked the best when you drove him delirious with pleasure and stimulation.

 When you strike him particularly hard over the crease of his thigh, Tadashi sniffles into the sheets. “You doing okay, baby?” You ask, soothing over the marks with careful hands. 

“Yeah,” He mumbles, rocking in your lap with small, minuscule jerks of his hips. You trace the knobs in his spine, running up his back to cup softly at the back of his neck as you crook your fingers and he whines. “You’re doing so good, bunny,” You smile. “Do you think you’ve had enough?” 

Tadashi nods again, blushing down his neck, “I- yeah. Yes.” 

“Turn around, then,” You coo as you slip your fingers free from him, “Let me look at you, baby.”

His head raises slowly, arms planted to push himself up and you hold his hip for balance to aid his slide, twisting him over before helping him ease gently onto his back. His lips are bitten red, cheeks flushed the prettiest crimson as tears track messily down the places of his face. His eyes darken with desire- pupils blown wide as they meet yours. 

You wind your fingers into his hair, gently, but with an intensity that forces his head to the side. His neck strains, and you can’t help but press your lips into the slow, anticipating bob of his Adam's apple. “You like it when I’m rough with you, don’t you baby boy?” You hum into his ear, “Don’t you like it when I take what I need from you?”

“Yes,” He whines, but you aren’t sure if he’s actually answering the question, or simply begging for you to be inside of him. You chuckle anyways, dragging his hand above his head to press them firmly into the mattress,  “Leave them,” You order, and he obeys, winding his fingers together complacently. Teary eyes blink up at you, and you can’t help but brush the hair from his damp forehead.

His cock bobs heavy against his stomach, pre-cum beading steadily at the angry tip as you rub at the freckled skin of his legs, scattering the uneven press of your lips. You run hands up the backs of his thighs, leaning over his body to kiss back at his neck before peeling away to capture his mouth.

Tadashi shudders when you hook your teeth into his bottom lip, and downright keens when you sink them in, tugging the slightest bit. He has half the mind to beg, but with your tongue skimming hot across his teeth and licking into his open mouth, it’s too difficult to find the words to break the tension. 

His hands curl into the sheets above his head, palms aching with the need to feel the warmth of your body beneath them, but he doesn’t dare break the control you have over him. He can’t help but need more- mind melting beneath every caress and feather-light breath you gift him. 

“More…” He finally whines when you pull away, and you smile into his neck, shifting your weight to settle properly on top of him, hand rubbing from his hair to his ribs. 

“I’ve got you, bunny,” You croon as you finally tug the harness tight around your waist, reaching idly for the lube, “Just relax, okay? Gonna take it so well.” 

You squeeze it into your hands, warming the gel between your palms before smearing it over the toy. His legs flex, hips pitching up invitingly. His eyes close, probably in embarrassment, but you chuckle at it nonetheless. 

You tap the head against his ass, dribbling even more lube over his hole until he’s made a sloppy mess. You want to be inside- want to watch his face when you fill him up but you can’t bring yourself to do it just yet. “Cmon, bunny,” you coo, stroking at his thighs, “Wanna hear you ask for it, real pretty okay? Wanna hear you beg.” 

“I- I can’t. Please-” 

You slide in close to rub the head across his hole, smearing the mess of lube back and forth until you press in just the slightest bit. That’s where you sit for a moment, watching him clench helplessly around the silicone. He doesn't speak, so you slide in another inch, giving him a second to feel it before easing out again. It’s the push he needs apparently, coming undone within a matter of a few short seconds. 

You watch his chin quiver, eyes cracking open as his head falls in defeat. 

“Please, please, please,” Tadashi begins to ramble, voice bordering on delirium, “Want the rest- fuck me, please fuck me. Love it so much, feels so fucking good, so-” The vulgarity is what takes you by surprise and you moan at the sound of it, finally taking mercy. You soothe him with a kiss, lining back up before you slide in with one, long push. 

You’ll never tire at the sight; there’s no way to describe the way he dissolves into nothing at the feeling. His legs shake uncontrollably, knocking around so much you pin his ankles over your thighs. You let go only when you trust him not to move, tugging his waist firmly back onto your cock. 

Yamaguchi makes a pleading sound, hands twisting where they still rest and it’s then you notice how good he’s been about it. “Oh baby,” You breathe, and his ankles lock behind your back, digging into flesh above your ass but you let him. “So fucking good for me- move your hands, that’s it.” 

He winds them around your neck when you reach up to meet him, guiding you into a deep kiss as you begin the steady back and forth pull of your hips. “Don’t- don’t strain yourself,” The man stutters, and the attention to your well-being of all things make you indescribably happy. 

“You’re so sweet,” You tell him, and he only responds with a breathy moan as you pick up the pace a bit more, rolling your hips up into as deep as possible to press steadily at the spot inside of him. Tadashi grinds back to meet you, mouth falling open in a silent cry of pleasure. 

“I… I-I’m gonna…” He whimpers, but the hand you reach between you cuts him off, wrapping around his cock to jerk him in slow, steady flicks. Pre-cum beads at the tip and you smear it over the rest, fucking up carefully against his prostate to pull him through the orgasm. He lets out a needy whine, nails digging lightly in your back as you tug him slow and sweet over the edge. 

Yamaguchi cums with a sob of pleasure, one you’d heard before but he’s spurting over your fist and stomach, babbling mindless words of pleasure as you fuck him through it. 

He pants, choking on a few more noises of his left over pleasure. You think about sparing him, for a second, but the thought is chased away when he looks at you from down his heaving chest, dirtied with the mess of his cum. 

“C’mon bunny.” You sit up further, pushing the bend of his knee closer until he’s folded nearly in half, “You can give me more than that.” 

And you can only try your best to swallow his scream with a kiss when you thrust back in, breathe leaving in a rush as you fuck him almost violently, shoving your hips at an angle you know brushes his prostate and sends his frazzled nerves reeling. 

Tadashi’s hands are scrambling madly, clutching at your back while you impale him even deeper with the toy. He’s not speaking anymore- voice cracking off into incoherent wails that can’t be pleasant for his throat. 

"I-I'm close," He pants as you keep the frantic pace, barreling past the burn in your own muscles. "Gonna make me come- fuck- gonna-” 

You look down at him; studying the furrow in his brow and the tears beading at his lashes, and know. “You gonna come on my cock, Yama? Be a good boy and show me how much you love having me inside of you?” You lean down to kiss his slack mouth, tongue slipping over his bottom lip. The position slows his thrusts, makes them shallower but you can press harder this way, "Do it baby, make another mess."

Tadashi’s face contorts with each hit to his prostate and your hand wraps around his cock, jerking him in time with your steady grind. It makes his eyes squeeze shut a little tighter, breath coming out a little shallower, and his body starts moving on his own.

“Cum for me, bunny, give it to me.” 

He doesn’t see it coming but the words send him careening over the edge, back arching off the bed as white hot spurts of cum spilling out before he has the strength to even warn you. You let him, milking him for all he’s worth in the small silence that follows.

“That’s it,” You soothe, letting go in favor of pulling out. You slip out, murmuring an apology when he twitches before pressing your lips against the sweaty skin of his forehead. “Okay?” You ask, and he chuckles a breathless little sound. 

Tadashi smiles softly, not the normal beaming-one he shares with everyone else but something soft and secret, scooting in to press your lips together. “More than okay.” He assures. “The best.” 

rereading my own fic and every single line is hitting because i wrote it specifically to cater to my extremely particular interests

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Tsukishima Kei's Father Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Tsukishima Kei, Omega Yamaguchi Tadashi, Mentioned Terushima Yuuji, Mentioned Kageyama Tobio, Mentioned Kuroo Tetsurou, Dubious Consent, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Orgasm Denial, Orgasm Control, Edging, Mind Control, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, PWP, Pheromones, Possessive Tsukishima Kei, Jealous Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi is a Little Shit, Slut Shaming, Dom Tsukishima Kei, sub yamaguchi tadashi, POV Yamaguchi Tadashi, Power Dynamics, Power Imbalance, Dom/sub, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Humiliation, Verbal Humiliation, brat taming, Yamaguchi Tadashi is a Brat, Brat Tamer Tsukishima Kei Summary:

Yamaguchi goes out of his way to make Tsukishima jealous.

Obviously, he gets more than he bargained for.

i am once again thinking about how chapter 297 is titled Master and Student and is focused on how Kuroo has been a mentor to Tsukki in regards to his blocking skills

and then the chapter ends with tsukki acknowledging that he knows kuroo is better than him and that he never had expectations of beating him on his own

only to then perfectly transition into chapter 298 titled Guide (!!!) where yamaguchi is subbing in to serve.

(god i have so much to say about this, it was genuinely difficult not to just paste the entirety of 298 when i quoted panels)

i mean, these next two panels make me crazy. the first one (on the right) is the last panel in 297 and it's the first time we've seen yamaguchi in the whole chapter and furudate has set it up so that it's right when tsukki says that he couldn't do this alone!! and THEN the panel on the left is from the second page of 298 right after kuroo says that while tsukki may not be trying to win on his own, yamaguchi sure looks like he's determined enough to do it—and not only does tsukki agree that yamaguchi probably is thinking of taking them down with his serve, but by saying the "he's always one step ahead of me after all" line he's also admitting that this is a quality of yamaguchi's that he admires and is likely inspired by!!! and THEN in the bottom left of that panel (which is where the eye usually goes last in the way the panels are laid out) we get the chapter title drop to emphasize that yamaguchi is indeed guiding tsukki (despite the implications from the series up til now that yamaguchi is seen as being in tsukki's shadow )

the rest of 298 goes on to essentially beat us over the head with all the ways in which tsukki has come to see yamaguchi as being that guide to him. and the way furudate achieves this is so so well done

in contrast to 297, Master and Student, in 298 furudate doesn't explicitly tell us that yamaguchi is the guide—the title drop and tsukki's 'walks ahead of me line' that i just mentioned are the closest things—instead, in order to get the audience to feel (rather than just know) the importance of their development (together and as individuals), furudate shows it to us.

first, yamaguchi gets a service ace right off the bat (the first one of the match, even before kageyama got one), basically proving that he can beat all of nekoma in a way (which is a nice subtle callback to earlier scenes in the series about how serving is the only solo weapon in the game, the only time you can truly take down the other team on your own)

so this little bit is great for a few reasons, 1 it confirms that yamaguchi's hard work in extra practices/dedication to learn the serve in the first place, is still paying off, 2 it confirms that his confidence in being able to take points on his own is warranted and 3 it confirms that tsukki's confidence in yamaguchi's skill has not been misplaced.

the chapter continues by transitioning to show how yamaguchi's serve can still lead to points even when he doesn't get an ace, by showcasing his and tsukki's first perfect serve and block combo. it shows the way the two of them are wordlessly thinking in sync, how mentally connected they are,

and then it shows us how, even though they haven't practiced it directly with each other, they've both been working toward this moment for a long time (a quick panel of bokuto calling tsukki's blocks wussy, cutting to tsukki having a monster block that mirror's kuroo's from chapter 297, and then a beat later a quick panel of yamaguchi overhearing ukai say that other than an ace, a serve and block is the perfect/ideal play)

but then, for me, the real magic of this is that furudate doesn't emphasize those moments as the most meaningful ones that got them here. yes those were the moments that allowed them to consciously start practicing the physical skills that they needed to pull it off, but those panels are small and more for context, because what furudate does want to emphasize is what emotionally and mentally led them (especially tsukki) to be here. the things off the court and away from the game that still contributed here

furudate (again instead of just telling us) shows us the payoff of tsukki saying "he's always been one step ahead of me after all," shows us how tsukki came to think that in the first place. which furudate does by redrawing, recontextualizing, and reframing moments that we've already seen throughout the series, but this time framing them to clearly be from tsukishima's perspective

there's no dialogue between the two of them in the whole chapter, and no narration in these few pages, just the new redrawn panels that show how tsukki has been aware this whole time of how where yamaguchi started, how yamaguchi was the one looking up to him, and how he watched as yamaguchi passed him by.

the audience has seen these scenes before, but never from this lens—some were small, or inconsequential, or they were important but, they were one-off events—before they certainly didn't seem connected. and now, we feel the moments again as tsukki feels them, remembers them; it puts us directly into his head, and imo, it makes the ending of the chapter hit even harder

because we've just felt the triumph that tsukki and yamaguchi felt in succeeding in that play, and on the court in the story kuroo too could see tsukki enjoying himself and he (teasingly) asks him how he's been liking volleyball lately

and this is it. this is the culmination of tsukki's character arc right here.

yes, his stuff block against ushijima was the moment that hooked him, but imo this takes it even a step further. (the moment in the shiratorizawa match was about his skill—his blocking abilities, his mental resolve to track the ball, to learn, trick, and bait the setter—and allowing himself to feel pride in his hard work despite years of telling himself that hard work didn't necessitate results)

but here, now, tsukki makes a point to emphasize that it's because of everyone that he finally has fun playing volleyball. chapter 297 talked about the importance of tsukki physically learning to be a better blocker from kuroo, and 298 showed us how he was inspired by yamaguchi's dedication to better emotionally/mentally commit to the game. and both chapters come together here and circle back around to one of haikyuu's biggest themes: connection, and connection as a form of love.

if yamaguchi hadn't told tsukki he was being lame at the tokyo training camp, tsukki wouldn't have gone to ask bokuto what he liked about volleyball, he wouldn't have asked kuroo for blocking tips, he wouldn't have had the skill to stuff ushijima, or to pull of the serve and block here with yamaguchi. and he wouldn't have had the inspiration to even try to care to do any of that in the first place. because for tsukki, it was never really about the skills. it was about not understanding why he should care to learn those skills in the first place.

kuroo taught him what to do, bokuto told him how it could happen and yamaguchi showed him why it was worth striving for at all. without those friendships, without those connections, tsukishima would have never found this happiness, this self worth. he may not have been able to truly reconnect with his brother.

without everyone, he wouldn't go on to play professional volleyball for a div. 2 team.

this still volleyball. all plays are connected.

and furudate put us right into the moment to let us feel it alongside him. across the net, through the page, we connect too