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maliciouslove · 11 months

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𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕥 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕤

pairing // Tsukishima Kei x Reader

word count // 2.8k

tags // friends with benefits, pining, a little bit of angst, bit of dom/sub dynamic but very badly depicted, semi-public rooftop sex, use of petnames (princess), restraints (belt), edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, creampie

It’s ironic that we yearn for summer to come, yet when it finally arrives, it’s over in the blink of an eye. Perhaps good things aren’t meant to last long, perhaps that is exactly what makes them special.

And each summer spent with him was just that: long awaited, desired, special, yet awfully short lived.

Tsukishima works overseas, so he only ever comes back home around the end of June staying only until the end of August. It’s the only time he got off work, and he was more than happy to spend it back at home where his family and friends are. Where you are.

You weren’t dating or anything; you had been friends since highschool, but somehow through the years you ended up in this weird friends with benefits relationship that was in force only for the duration of these two short months. It’s fun and easy: no attachment, no feelings, and the sex is so good.

You find yourself excited and longing for him to come back home as soon as spring rolls around the corner. When the warm rays of sunshine on your skin remind you of his touch, and you count the days until he comes back. Summers with him are fun, colorful, different. Yet so short.

And once again, it’s the end of August—the last day of sunny weather and clear, starry nights. The final hours spent with him before he’s gone again.

You’re sitting on the rooftop, cold beer in hand, back pressed to his chest as his large hands wrap around your waist, his lips ever so gently brushing against your bare neck and shoulders.

“What are you thinking ‘bout?” His voice is so low and husky in your ear. He trails a single finger up the length of your arm, tapping your jaw lightly with it so you could look at him.

“About how at this time tomorrow, you won’t be here anymore…” You don’t mean to sound so needy or sad, but your voice cracks at the end and the feelings of uneasiness slip through. You avert your gaze back to the ground, quickly bringing the bottle of beer to your lips just so you can occupy yourself with something else. Just so you could play it off as not a big deal.

But Tsukishima knows you better than that. He cups your face and brings it close to his, nose brushing against yours in the seconds before his lips find yours, thumb gently tracing down your jaw. You can’t help but smile against his lips as you realize that this is a little gesture he always does when you feel anxious. And without failure, it always calms you down.

The taste of bitter beer mixes with the sweet taste of his tongue and you find it funny, thinking to yourself ah, how bittersweet. But the way he moves against you, the way his hands trail down your sides, sliding under your shirt… It distracts you from the fact he’s leaving soon. It fills your mind with a fog of pleasure, drowning out the tension and fear.

The night air is cool, yet his touch feels hot against your skin and before you can register it, he’s moving you to lay your back down on the concrete, his much larger body towering over yours. For a few seconds, he just looks into your eyes, and you struggle to read him. It’s funny how he can instantly tell the slightest shift in your mood apart, yet after so many years you still can’t read him, not even a little.

He brushes a few stray hairs away from your face and smiles down at you.

“You’re beautiful.”

It’s not the first time he’s said this, but it feels so different this time and you wonder why. His words feel like an inevitable end, like a final act of kindness of some sorts, yet his lips are trailing soft little kisses down your chest which pull you away from the thought. It takes Tsukishima no time to get you out of your tank top, hands following the shape of your hips and waist, sliding up to brush his thumb against your nipple.

His hands never leave your body, they hold you tightly as his tongue explores your breasts, eliciting a tiny whimper from you. His knee is right between your legs, so close to you, you just can’t help but lift your hips up a little so you can grind on his thigh. He’s barely started, but you’re already so needy, your fingers cradle through his blond locks and tug slightly when his hands get close to where you need him the most.

You watch as he takes his belt off, wrapping it around your wrists. It’s not tight, but it’s enough to keep you in place as he works his way down your body, lips kissing at the hem of your shorts, thumb pressing into your clothed pussy. You still can’t help but feel as if something feels a little off tonight, but the way his every touch lights your skin on fire doesn’t allow you to ponder too long over it.

It’s not long before all your clothes are discarded, and you’re laying completely naked under the stars while he’s still fully clothed, the only missing part of his outfit being the sweater you’re currently laying on, and the belt around your wrists. His hand runs down the middle of your chest and over your belly sliding down your core where his fingers brush against your slick folds.

“It’s still summer, people sleep with their windows open. You better keep quiet.” He smiles as he tells you this, a single digit pushing past your entrance at an excruciatingly slow pace. It’s a single finger, but it’s enough to take your breath away and make you mewl under his touch.

While he pumps his index finger in and out of your pussy, his thumb is softly circling your clit—not enough pressure to tighten the cord in your belly, but not soft enough to make the tension go away. Your walls pulsate against his finger, and your cunt drools, the quiet of the summer night filled with the obscene squelching noise.

“So fucking needy, look at you, so wet over a single finger. Does it feel good, princess?”

“Tsukki... Please, I need more…”

He doesn’t bother responding, simply chuckles and positions himself between your thighs, eyes swallowing up the view of your slick already dripping down onto his sweater. He keeps the slow torturous pace for what feels like forever, but he’s so close you can feel his hot breath on your pussy. The tiniest change of his motion, of his breathing, affects you and it makes you clench around him.

By the time tears of frustration start pooling in your eyes, he finally adds a second digit. It stretches you out pleasantly, and, quite frankly, two of his fingers are more than enough to drive you mad. Even with the additional finger, he doesn’t increase the pace—he keeps you right there, on the edge of insanity, marvelling at the way your body tenses, your thighs shake. Every spasm of your walls, every flutter of your eyelashes, every half-muffled moan of his name—it all belongs to him right now.

You’ve been begging for him to change the tempo, to speed up, but when he does you regret your words. His fingers curl inside you, fingertips grazing over your sweet spot, it’s faster now and the tension inside you builds up like a tidal wave, and just when it’s about to crash over you his fingers still.

He kisses your thighs, blowing hot puffs of air over your clit and giving it a soft kiss while he waits for you to calm down, just so he can do the same thing all over again.

“Am I not giving you what you want, princess?” You can’t even form the words, you just shake your head, fat tears rolling down your face as you struggle to keep your eyes on his. Another devilish smile and he leans down to lick one of your tears away.

“You know I like it when you cry for me.” And once again, even though it’s something he’s said to you before, it feels utterly different this time. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but the words leave a sour taste in your mouth and more tears well in your eyes.

“Wanna cum?” There’s a lilt to his voice, like he’s having fun, like he doesn’t already know how badly you need a release.

You nod frantically, please, please. His head dips between your thighs again and his mouth latches onto your clit, tongue working over your sensitive nub while his fingers finally pick up the pace.

When your orgasm comes it is violent. You forget to be quiet, you forget where you are, everything turns dark, and your body shakes with the force of your release. It fills your lungs and brain with pleasure that courses through your body like poison, and every subsequent stroke of his tongue over your clit is a jolt of electricity travelling up your spine.

“Stop, stop, Tsukki, too much, please,” you beg.

You try to wiggle away from him, but he’s much larger than you, stronger. His arms wrap around your thighs, and his hands press down on your belly, and you know you won’t be able to escape. His lips and tongue move relentlessly against your pussy, it’s sloppy and the sounds are obscene, mixing with his own grunts of pleasure. You steal a glance at him and you observe how his biceps flex when you try to move away, you see his gaze burning into yours, pupils blown wide with lust, and you almost see the desperation in his eyes. The pure unadulterated excitement of what’s to come.

A few more expert strokes of his tongue, and you’re coming undone for him again, pulling on the restraints around your wrists as the world turns black again. It’s not as violent as your first orgasm, but it lasts so much longer, like time stretches for the sole purpose of pleasure. Your chest is heaving as you try to calm yourself down, and your eyes are closed shut because everything just feels too much.

Even without opening your eyes, you can feel him shift above you, hands once again touching you softly, with care and admiration. You can feel the cool breeze on your skin contrasting with the hotness of his every touch. He wipes away the damp hairs from your forehead and places a gentle kiss there, holding it moments longer than the usual which makes you finally open your eyes.

There he is: on the black canvas of the night August sky, littered with stars that were the only witness of your time together. In this moment, the rest of the world fades away, and you find yourself entranced by the way the moon shines bright behind him, the light creating a halo over his head. Your eyes follow and trace the lines of his face—his sharp jawline, his neck, broad shoulders littered with tiny freckles. The scent of soap, aftershave, and sweat carries in the air, but it doesn’t repulse you. He smells like home.

You finally match his gaze, and he’s looking back at you as if he’s seeing you for the first time in his life: golden orbs peering back at you with astonishment, with desire, and perhaps a tinge of hope. His eyes don’t leave yours as he gulps rather nervously, licking his lips.

“I’m being relocated at work.”

It’s so quiet, you can hear the exact moment your heart stops beating. You can pinpoint to a millisecond the exact moment where your world shatters and the gears in your head go in full overdrive. What does this mean?

Is this why he’s been so weird tonight, why everything felt just slightly different? Perhaps he won’t be able to come home anymore for the summer, perhaps… this wasn’t the last time you’re with him this year. Perhaps, it’s simply the last time.

You don’t even realize there is a fresh set of tears rolling down your cheeks until his thumb brushes them away.

Time stands painfully still.

“I’m coming back home.”

The tiny gasp that escapes you is swallowed by his lips. He’s never kissed you like this before, with so much need and desperation. One of his hands is at the back of your head, fingers cradling through your hair as he holds you impossibly close and deepens the kiss even more, as if the tiniest gap between you will be too much. His other free hand is quickly undoing the belt around your wrists.

Finally, just as your lungs are about to collapse from the intensity of the kiss, he pulls away. You want to say something, anything, but the words get stuck in your throat and you’re left staring up at him with big doe eyes, lashes still wet from the tears.

“I don’t have to leave anymore. I don’t have to wait for summer to see you.”

He smiles, and his eyes shine like little suns in the dead of night. You place your hand on his cheek and trail it down his neck as if to make sure this is real, he is real.

“Tsukki—”

“Be mine.”

All the unspoken words, all the feelings bottled up inside you finally break free as your heart hammers against your ribcage. Now it’s your turn to hold him impossibly tight and close as you bury your face in the crook of his neck, whispering barely coherent sentences about how you’ve always been his. Most of the words get lost between sobs, but he knows, he understands and there is a blooming warmth inside his chest.

Somewhere between sobs you find his lips again, and everything feels different, warmer somehow. Even though it’s late into the night, you can see clearly. The mess of limbs and moans, his fingers tangled in your hair as you struggle to take him out of his clothes. It’s rushed, it’s chaos, but your heart feels like it’s soaring.

When you’re both finally naked under the moon, he places you in his lap, cock slipping between your slick folds as you rock your hips against his in a rhythm only you two could hear. The cicadas in the distance serenade you.

You’ve been together for years, you’ve had sex many times, yet it feels much more intense now. Every touch ignites a fire on your skin, every time his fat cock rubs against your clit you can practically see the gates of heaven.

He looks into your eyes as you finally begin to sink down on his cock, now wet and covered in your arousal, and you hold onto his shoulders for support. He’s big and thick and every vein and ripple on his cock makes your mind reel, until the tip of his cock finally bumps against your cervix and your mind stills.

He takes it slow, moving your hips to his desired rhythm, hands burning hot on your sides as he guides you and whispers in your ear how long he’s wanted this. How long he’s waited for this not to be just a summer fling, no strings attached. He praises you and repeats over and over again how fucking beautiful you are, how perfect. And while his face is hidden in your neck you can tell by the strain in his voice how much emotion and vulnerability he’s actually showing you right now.

You cup his face and force him to look at you as your hips pick up the speed, angling themselves as you bounce up and down on his cock. Tears are welling up in your eyes again but you smile at him.

“I love you, Tsukki.” And you can see it, the shift in his eyes, the way they mellow out and turn to golden honey, the way his feelings shine behind his irises, so vivid and beautiful, so intense.

You can feel the tension building up inside you, and it’s the next words he whispers to you that finally make it snap.

“I love you too.”

His hips move up urgently against yours, meeting you halfway as he thrusts inside you, completely losing himself to the feeling. The silence of the night is filled with the sound of skin on skin, the wet squelching of your cunt as he slams his cock inside you, pressing you close to himself but never breaking eye contact. There’s so much feeling in his eyes, so much promise.

You both cross the edge almost at the same time, your velvety walls spasming and pulsating around his cock which immediately sends him over the edge too, balls tightening and emptying themselves deep inside you. You can feel every twitch of his dick inside you and you close your eyes blissfully, pressing your forehead against his.

You listen to the sounds of your ragged breathing slowly coming back into rhythm as the cicadas continue their song, and you know…

Love like this is a promise for eternal summer.

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bokutoslittlebird · 3 years

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Dom!Atsumu + Brat!female!reader headcanons + drabble

Includes — Daddy kink, some ddlg themes, bratty!reader, orgasm denial, facial, mean!Atsumu, fingering, some teasing

> 'Tis bliss to be Miya Atsumu's little baby, his darling little girl that he would give the world to. He'd do anything and everything for you, never wanting to ever dare to hurt you in any way, shape, and/or form. Yet, his spoiling tendencies do have a limit, though it is one you didn't know existed.

> He didn't either.

> When you get a nice new outfit, pretty and pink and downright adorable, he's proud of himself. But you're not. Why not? You didn't want that color, you wanted a different color! You tell him the outfit doesn't match your aesthetic, although he created your aesthetic.

> You don't like that, being an absolute brat and eventually crossing your arms, stripping off the new outfit and telling him it's ugly and you hate it. He sighs and handles it like a champ, folding the clothes to be taken back to the store tomorrow. Also wants to apologize, but he's a bit too stubborn for that.

> Later on, you're sad and want Atsumu's strong arms around you. He's busy, focused on playing video games with his friends. You can vaguely hear Suna from the speakers, as well as Bokuto and Hinata, but can't tell what they're saying. Well, you want cuddles, so you beg him for some.

> "I'm busy," he says, covering his mic as he ignores your desperate pleas for cuddles. Once more, you're huffing and crossing your arms as he continues to play the game. So, you're throwing a tantrum and pissed, you end up saying something pretty bad.

"I hate you," the words spill past your pursed lips. Atsumu stops his button mashing and rolling, his body seizing up. Immediate panic sets in, worried he'll take it seriously. Taking off his headset, he places it beside the controller on the table before looking at you, his face blank and unreadable. Dangerous and threatening, but he asks for you to repeat yourself. "You heard me, Daddy. You don't care about me anymore, maybe I'll go to 'Samu or Bokkun. They'd give me attention,"

"Oh? You using some big words, you don't know what they mean, baby girl. I suggest apologizing properly before you regret those words,"

"Do I get cuddles?" Even though you know the answer, you hope he'll change his tune. He's been so nice, sweet, and compliant recently. But he just stares. "If I don't get cuddles, then I'm leaving. I don't want you anymore,"

"Wrong answer," he growls, grabbing you and pushing you down on the couch. The sudden movement has you squealing, only to stop once Atsumu's hand is going under your skirt and into your panties. "You really get off on being a brat, don't you? You can't handle being the big boss," he says, lips close to yours, but not enough to touch. His breath fans over your face, but you're too focused on how easily he's dismantled you, bringing you so close to an orgasm.

His fingers are then removed.

You whine at the lost of contact, but he just laughs. "You really are acting like a brat, sweetheart. I've been spoiling you too much," he murmurs, a quick peck to your cheek before he continues. "Time to put you back in your place."

He's not wasting an ounce of time, putting his own indulgence over yours. With a few strokes and pumps of his fingers, you're already drenched and ready for him. Flipping you over, he's pushing your panties to the side and rubbing his tip against your folds, coating it in your slick. Pleas for him to stop teasing are ignored, him going to continue teasing your entrance and not giving into you. It's the worst, begging for him to just fuck you properly, to get your sweet and doting Daddy back, but he's being a meanie.

It isn't until you're sniffling and letting tears silently stream down your cheeks does he finally push into your cunt. This isn't about you, he's trying to tell you, it's about him. Your desperate pleas and demands just force him to put you in your place, making you wait patiently for his cock he will eventually give you. Once he's fully sheathed in you, he's slamming his hips to your skin and making you moan out his name, desperate for more.

"Do you know your place, huh? Where's your place little one?" He beckons, hand fisting your hair and pulling, making your back arch as he hits the special sweet spot inside of you. "Tell Daddy where you belong,"

"Under him—mm, taking his cock, ah-" you cut yourself off, letting out a high-pitched mewl as he gives you a particularly sharp thrust. "And being his little girl,"

"That's right," he coos, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek. With that out of the way, you expect to feel your orgasm soon. Your walls tighten around his cock, desperate for every drop of his hot cum inside your gummy walls, but it's soon clamping around nothing when he pulls out. Before you can whine, you're turned on your back and feel familiar hot liquid splattering against for your face.

"What was that for, Daddy?!"

"You need to be put in your place, sweetheart. I'm gonna make sure you remember where you lie before you're allowed to cream on my cock."

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