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❥ college!tsukishima kei x afab reader (gender neutral)

❥ wc: 3.1k

❥ content: smut, lots of italics, established relationship, tsukki being an asshole, unprotected activities, degradation, dacryphilia, praise kink, size kink, tsukki is pussydrunk and whipped, bratty reader i suppose?, UNEDITED pls my brain just forced this out

❥ notes: i failed trig at uni and hate love this bitch so pls forgive sum self-indulgence

minors dni.

“i-i think it’s, um.. yeah, i think it’s b. right?”

there’s silence for a moment as your blond-haired boyfriend stares at you blankly, blinking occasionally at you behind his glasses.

“are you actually an idiot?” tsukishima’s voice is so genuine, so concerned, and then the asshole actually laughs outright when you throw your eraser at his face.

“it’s not my fault math is dumb,” you grumble as you lean more heavily against the side of tsukishima’s bed. the two of you were both propped against it as you sat on the floor of his dorm room, textbooks and various study materials for trigonometry spread out in front of you. in typical tsukishima fashion, despite his many obligations to the university volleyball team, he’s somehow managed to keep his grades up without breaking a sweat. and you, well… you’re surviving, mostly. you’re doing pretty well in your other courses, but this one, these stupid triangles, are single-handedly attempting to ruin your life. hence your decision to ask your boyfriend to help you study, somehow expecting him to go easy on you. you should know better.

“it is your fault when i’ve explained how to solve this problem already.” he sighs out the words before taking another look at your paper, shaking his head at the work you’ve scribbled down. “you’re messing up right at the beginning, too. fine, let’s try this again.”

he shifts closer to you, explaining the process and which equations to use for the problem you’re working on over your shoulder, his proximity to you making you stiffen. right, the other unexpected problem with this whole arrangement. you hadn’t been able to spend much real time with your boyfriend recently due to his busier practice schedule with the upcoming season starting, though you made due with lots of phone calls and netflix parties. he’d managed to get today off with the claim of needing to study himself (he’s not worried about his own exam coming up) and now, with his voice low in your ears, the musky scent of his cologne, the heat emanating from his downright oversized body as he leans into you— all of it has you particularly… distracted. his head tilts a bit as he speaks, his smooth voice resounding even more clearly in your ears, and you subconsciously press your thighs together slightly to ease the tension starting to crawl up your spine.

“you get it now?”

the words snap you out of the daze you hadn’t even noticed you were in. you don’t process how soft his voice has gotten, have barely processed a thing he’s said in the past five minutes, but you know better than to tell him as much.

“mhm,” you say, nodding your head, not trusting your voice to say much else.

he’s silent for a moment, staring over your face before glancing back to your textbook. you hardly notice the tiny upward quirk of his lips before it’s gone. instead, you’re paying much closer attention to the way he’s lifting you up and placing you in his lap.

“k-kei?! what are you-” you’re sputtering in confusion until he taps a finger to your scratchpaper.

“show me, then.” he says, and you don’t even need to see him to know he’s smirking now. “do the next three on your own. they’re all pretty much the same concept, so you shouldn’t have any trouble if you understand it now, right?”

you swallow thickly, trying your hardest not to grind down into his hips immediately as he settles you over his thighs. his hold on you loosens once he has you situated the way he likes but the places where his fingertips pressed into your skin still feel like they’re on fire.

“b-but i-”

“wouldn't recommend getting any wrong, though,” he murmurs into your ear. his fingertips slide across your bare thighs, tickling the skin near your pajama shorts as you bite your lip so that you don’t whimper aloud. you’re wound so tightly so quickly it almost pisses you off, this effect he has on you.

“…what… w-what happens if i get it wrong?”

“nothing.”

and you know what he means, know that he’ll stop and leave you craving his touch the entire night with no reprieve, and you can’t help the whine that falls from your mouth then. you can’t even be bothered to care about tsukishima’s breathy chuckle behind you at your predicament, brain occupied with trying to make sense of the mess of numbers in front of you so that you can get some kind of relief from the pressure building in your core.

tsukishima has to cover his mouth to keep from laughing at how serious you become as you hunch over your notebook, pencil moving slower than it has all night as you write out each step with meticulous precision. he can almost see the wheels turning in your pretty little head, can feel the depth of your concentration almost as clearly as he does the wiggle of your hips, tiny little movements he’s 99% sure you’re completely unaware you’re even making. god, you’re so adorable, aren’t you?

even if tsukishima would rather die than let anyone else ever hear him say it.

he observes you closely. you’ve stopped writing, head shifting back and forth between your work, the answers and your calculator. his smirk grows as his eyes land on the numbers.

“this one… this’s one’s a.”

you sound almost breathless and he really could laugh, but he’s kind enough (sort of) to spare you.

“congratulations.”

his tone is jovial as his hands slip under your shirt, drawing a yelp from your mouth when cold fingertips slide upwards against your skin to play with your nipples, pinching and pulling the hardened buds while he mouthed wetly at the skin between your neck and shoulder. a breathy moan leaves your lips and you arch into his touch without thinking, your hips rocking down into his until he shifts a hand to your waist to stop you.

“we agreed you have to answer three.” he sounds annoyed but there’s a shiver to his voice, his words ending on a hiss as he struggles to hold you still. “don’t… don’t get cocky just because you got one right. you can have more once you’ve earned it.”

you whine again, realizing that you’re somehow supposed to focus while he’s touching you like this, and you hear his low chuckle in your ears again.

“what? am i distracting you?” he twists at your nipples with deliberate added force and it takes all of your willpower not to make a sound.

“n-no.”

tsukishima grins, tapping at your paper again.

“next up, then. two more to go.”

the second question isn’t much more difficult than the first, but with tsukishima’s hands on your body, your brain is much more muddled; it takes you longer than last time to work your way through the numbers, though you eventually feel confident in your response.

“it’s c,” you say simply, saying as little as possible in order to not give tsukishima the satisfaction of hearing any more of your embarrassing sounds.

not that he gives you much of a choice. he takes one look at the (correct) answer on your paper and chuckles, sliding his leg between yours to nestle against your core, causing you to gasp loudly from the sensation before slapping a hand over your mouth.

“lucky you, just one more. you can handle that, right?”

you want to smack him. instead, you grit your teeth, soon switching to biting your knuckle as he rocks you along his thigh, legs flexing up and down so he can ensure it grinds up into your clit the way he knows makes your body shake. it feels like an eternity before you can even make any headway into the final question with the way you have to pause every couple of minutes with your nails digging into his knee, head thrown back in concentration on not cumming there and then because you’re certain he’ll punish you if you do. he hums the jeopardy theme whenever you take too long and you contemplate kicking him in the dick.

eventually, finally, you shakily drop your pencil. you don’t even bother saying the answer aloud this time, opting to merely point it out in the workbook.

a again. tsukishima grins widely.

“see? not so dumb after all, are you? in fact…”

your brain shorts out around then because while he speaks you feel tsukishima lift your hips, hastily shoving your shorts down your legs and chucking them aside. he uses two teasing fingers to gently trail against your weeping slit, making electricity shoot across your skin. you keen and subconsciously arch almost painfully into his touch.

“no panties either?” he lets out a sound of disbelief and twists his hand, pressing two fingers knuckle deep into you without warning, holding you by the waist when you nearly topple forward to keep you pressed against his chest. “…y’know, i was skeptical before, but you did all this on purpose, didn’t you? you solved those questions so easily that i think you just wanted an excuse for me to fuck you as stupid as you’ve been acting.”

his words make you whimper even as you clench around the deep stretch of his fingers. “n-no, kei,” you struggle to say. “fuck— n-needed you-”

“i can see that.” his thumb circles your clit as the rest of your sentence dissolves into nothingness. “getting my sweats so dirty and i’ve barely even done anything yet.”

you could cry; you just might, actually. “t-that’s not.. i-it’s because-” he cuts you off again by adding a third finger and your eyes shoot open, lungs feeling starved even as you heave in a gasp.

“it’s because what?”

he’s always so fucking smug.

you grit your teeth, arm curving so that you can curl your fingers in the golden tresses of his hair. “m-missed you.. i missed you,” you murmur, gasping.

you don’t quite mean to whisper the words into his ear, but you’re certainly not going to refuse the outcome— the suddenly stuttering rhythm of his hand mirroring the shaky exhale that slips from his mouth, the lightning-quick press of his crotch against your thigh, the grip that tightens ever so slightly at your waist.

“yeah?” he breathes and even your lust-addled brain can recognize it, that shift in tsukishima’s tone that you only get to hear when he’s as needy as you, even if he would never admit it. the knowledge that he’s as affected by you as you are by him, even with his aching cock nestled safely in his boxers untouched, fills you with confidence and you lean back further, tongue sliding across the shell of his ear before biting down on the flesh. you hear his choked hiss at the contact and feel his hips grind with more force beneath you.

“missed you so much,” you drawl out, fingers tightening in his hair the way you know he likes. “y-you always— mmn!— m-make me feel so good..”

and tsukishima fully groans at that, grinding once more against your thigh before lifting you up entirely, his fingers slipping from your sopping center. your mouth flies open in complaint, cunt clenching rapidly as though chasing down your lost high, but he’s turned you around to face him before the first word can fall from your lips, the expression you’re met with knocking the little air you’ve managed to maintain clean from your body— chocolate eyes hooded and dark, skin flushed up to the ears as his soft lips part to release hurried exhales. “you’re so damn annoying,” he pants out, hand reaching behind your head to pull you to him in a searing kiss. you groan into his mouth as you feel him fumbling underneath you, pushing his sweats and underwear to his knees to free his hard length before pressing against your folds. your head flies back, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips for a moment when you pull away, as you whisper out a garbled moan of his name.

“so damn wet, baby,” he coos at you. his cock makes an easy slide through the slippery slickness of your arousal and you cry out, hips bucking beneath you to chase any friction you can get. “always desperate for me, aren’t you?”

“you’re so mean,” you moan, leaning forward to brush your lips over his.

“and yet look how fucked out you are already.” tsukishima’s eyes are slightly widened as if in awe. “probably why you’re failing- too busy daydreaming about my cock to focus on studying.”

you have to bite down on your lip hard to keep from crying out when he finally presses into you, shoving you down to the hilt in one fluid motion. “w-wait, kei, not… not so fa—ahhhh!!” he’s already dragging you rapidly up and down his length, nails biting into the skin of your ass as he grips the flesh with an iron fist. his mouth presses to the skin of your neck, tongue swirling against the sensitive skin. your knuckles are white with exertion from the grip you have on tsukishima’s sweater and you can already feel the coil in your belly on the verge of snapping.

“huh? but you worked so hard for this,” he murmurs tauntingly while he grinds you down onto his cock, buying himself as deeply as he can reach and rocking your hips as he relishes in the way your chest lifts towards him when your back bends. “or is this not what you wanted?”

you try to defend yourself but when tsukishima lifts your shirt, mouth falling over your nipple to cover the small bud with his tongue and teeth, you shatter almost instantly, catching even you off guard. your mouth falls open in a wail as your fingers entangle themselves in his hair, hips bucking wildly of their own accord. below you, tsukishima moans loudly at the way your cunt holds him hostage, the sound slightly muffled against your skin as his grip on you tightens even more while he fucks you through your high.

“shit, you’re so fucking tight,” he grits out, blonde tresses sticking to his forehead from the sheen of sweat covering his skin. his head falls back against the bed and your heart squeezes a bit when you lock eyes because he’s smiling, strained yet lustful eyes raking over your form. “look at you,” he breathes, and you really can’t help the whimper that leaves you at the tone of his voice. you feel tears prickling at your eyes as he continues to bully your sweet spot and he reaches up to clutch your face, holding your jaw gently in his fingertips.

“so pretty when you cry,” he whispers, still grinning softly. “always so fuckin’ pretty…”

your center of gravity shifts when tsukishima leans forward, shoving study materials out of the way with one hand before laying you down gently on the floor, giant frame towering over you. he somehow is able to pound even deeper into your cunt at this angle, hips tilted as he holds you. your gasps and whines sound like music to him, a song he could never get tired of, and the dreamy look you give him as you cling desperately to his forearms is enough to send his heart stuttering in his chest. “y’think m’pretty?” you’re asking, and that is when he realizes just how royally fucked he is.

because now, with your cute little cunt sucking him in so perfectly and your angelic face, the heavenly moans you let escape with each drag of his hips— now, he can’t really pretend to be so unaffected. so instead of being snarky or teasing like usual, he finds himself answering honestly: “‘course baby, you’re beautiful. so beautiful and so good for me, huh?” and he keeps going, muttering sweet praises into your skin as though he were in a daze while he lifts a leg over his shoulder. you’re bent almost in half under his massive frame (“y-you’re so big, kei”) and he almost laughs at the sound you make at the change in position until he chokes at the way you start spasming over his cock, hips snapping up to meet his and fingers flying to grip at the carpet.

“k-kei, i can’t,” you whimper, reaching your arms out to him. “i can’t, m’gonna-”

tsukishima curses and leans forward into your grasp, mouth falling behind your ear as his fingertips travel to your clit to make rapid circles on the sensitive bud. “gonna give me another one, angel?”

he didn’t quite mean to say that last part out loud, but he supposes it’s fine when your body stiffens in his hold, cunt clamping down on his cock like a vice grip. you can’t breathe let alone speak, aborted little gasps flying from your mouth in lieu of sound as you feel your body tremble and your arousal leak from your hole. you feel him groan into your neck before he’s slamming into you rapidly, desperate strokes pushing him higher and higher until he’s falling apart in your arms, cock twitching inside you as he whimpers your name against your shoulder.

you both lie there for a moment to catch your breath until you start complaining under tsukishima’s weight. he laughs as he rises, honey richness in your ears, and when you lock eyes again, with him gazing at you from above, you feel so in love you think you may melt on the spot.

“you okay?” he asks softly, the corners of his mouth lifting as you nod. he lets your leg gently fall to the floor before leaning into you again, nuzzling into you and ignoring your complaints about him crushing you.

“i missed you too, y’know,” he murmurs into your ear, and suddenly you don’t mind being pressed so tightly against him. in fact, you realize you’ll never feel close enough.

“i guess i do now, angel.”

your chuckle gets cut off almost instantly with a pinch to your clit.

when the day of your exam rolls around, you very quickly are made to learn that studying with tsukishima had been a mistake. sure, you’re pretty confident (for once) that your answers are correct, but each swipe of your pencil across the page, each tap of your fingers against the calculator, brings to mind the swipe of tsukishima’s tongue across your skin, the press of his fingers against your-

by the time two-hour block is up, you’re uncomfortably warm, your breathing is ragged, and you’re not quite sure what expression you’re sporting when you hand your test materials off to the TA, but the concern you’re met with causes you to nearly run from the room, hoping for the matter to never be discussed as you pull out your phone to update your boyfriend that the deed was done.

your test gets returned with an A, and tsukishima doesn’t stop smirking for a week.

#tsukishima smut

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title: babysitting || Kei Tsukishima x MILF!Reader a/n: had this horny thot at the gym <3 word count: 6.7k+ tags: dark content, age gap (18 yr old Tsuki w/ mid 30s reader), no dom/sub dynamics, pervish Tsukishima, non con/accidental voyeurism, masturbation (female & male separate), oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, pining, porn with minor plot, smut w/fluffy ending, edited ish character(s): Kei Tsukishima (hq) synopsis: Third year Kei wanted a cushion of cash when he started college in the fall. But third year Kei really hated the idea of getting a mind numbing job he'd hate every second of. So when Takeda mentions a staff member has a kid needing babysat, well, third year Kei thought how hard could that be. Leading to the graduate doing more than watching a stressed mom's kiddo.

"There's everything for dinner in the fridge. Um, emergency numbers on the counter. Bed by eight and honestly you can do anything else after he goes to sleep. And I'll try to be home quickly. Again, I'm so sorry to be asking this but thank you. I don't know what I'd do without your help."

For the ¥1500 an hour Kei got for feeding dinner to a quiet kid and then putting said quiet kid to bed. It was the best of both worlds for the fresh high school graduate. He'd prepared for the worst when agreeing to watch a kid for Takeda-senpai's coworker after graduation. Lucked out on a sweet boy who seemed to like him more than any of his teammates did. And a working mom who was all but accommodating to him. Kei agreed every time you'd asked if he could babysit.

Leading to Kei being more than comfortable coming to your house anytime you asked. He genuinely kind of liked it. The quiet time. Someone other than Yamaguchi following him around. And a place his mother or older brother wouldn't bother him if all he choose to do was sit and stare at his phone. Your babysitting gig was his own little paradise. One that he got paid by a pretty lady for.

House to himself most of the time, Kei still kept his nose out of most people's business. Yours included. Prying wasn't his mentality with adult affairs. Even if when he reflected on it he was indeed an adult now. Still he didn't try to think much of it after a few weeks of not seeing any family photos in the home. It bugged him though. You were kind, spoke intelligently and smiled a lot. Be it all but enjoyable every time he got to talk to you or you baked him something special as a thank you on top of what you paid him. It made him wonder what happened to the other half of your household. If there ever was one. Not once did he dare ask though. But what little snooping Kei did in the house only turned up nothing.

For some reason this bugged him. Unsure why it did. Were you a widow? Had something tragic happened? Did this sweet kid ever have a second parent to speak of? Each passing weekend Kei got noisier. Perhaps he could help around the house a little more if he knew exactly what it was that kept you as a single woman. After all he was being paid ¥1500 hourly for a job he really didn't have to do anything about. Thoughts like these engulfed him more evenings than not when he was supposed to be babysitting.

Standing in the doorway just out of sight, the adolescent boy let his presence be known with a soft voice, "Tsukishima-san what are you doing?"

Startled a little Kei inadvertently tucked his phone against his leg even though there was no way the kid could see what he was looking at, "Oh- Do you need something? And I told you, Tsukki was fine."

This was the first time the boy hadn't stayed asleep after he was tucked in for the night. Kei was a little surprised and unsure what to do. Though he didn't look distraught. Still he worried he'd get in trouble if you got home and your son wasn't asleep.

Seeming fine he shook his head and rubbed at his eyes clearly tired, "No...I was just wondering when mommy would get home."

Kei sighed with relief. Missing you wasn't too bad he couldn't handle it. He closed his phone so your social media profile wouldn't be glaringly obvious if the kid saw his phone. Getting up to come kneel before his mini friend Kei offered a small smile for comfort, "Same time she does every Saturday night. Your mom will probably be home in about an hour and a half and she won't be very happy with either of us if you're still awake."

Quiet for a second, he then nodded, "Yeah, you're right Tsukki-san. I just wanted to be awake when she was sad again."

"Sad?" This confused him for a second. Kei hadn't seen you without a smile since he first met you. Though he wasn't privy to your personal life, he still felt a little like if you were upset with something he did then any good employer would have told him. Against his morals Kei stopped for a second before asking a little more, "Do you...know why she was sad?"

No surprise his little charge had no insight, "I don't know, I just heard mommy crying the other night after you left. But she stopped I think."

After he left? So it was something he did perhaps? Kei looked at the kid in front of him. Thought of a bunch of questions that he could perhaps ask the kid to try and get more information out of. But as he rubbed his eyes and yawned. Kei knew the poor thing should have been in bed. Not grilled for a million questions he had about the family dynamics. Or you for that matter.

"How about we get you back to bed, and if you mom seems sad when she gets home, well, then I'll take care of it? Does that sound ok?" Kei offered in an attempt to get him back into bed sooner than later.

Clearly weighing the offer. A smart kid, Kei couldn't help but smile at the coy little sucker deciding if his offer was enough. He was at least glad when he agreed that it was acceptable terms. Back to bed in exchange for Kei helping his mom if anything was wrong when you got off work.

Back in bed and sound asleep just as easy as the first time. He was thankful when it still looked like there would be an hour before you got home. Shrinking his duties by letting one kid stay up made Kei feel like he didn't deserve the pay if he couldn't do such a simple thing. But also it gave him a chance to pop up on his phone once more what he was looking at.

A few days ago Kei had been gutsy enough to search high and low for your social media account. Even more guts before he finally sent you a follow request. Arguing with himself that well if his cell service was faulty then he could get a message through to you via social media. Luckily not once had you mentioned it. And only accepted his request without a second thought.

Giving the nosey man a chance to snoop through every post you ever had. Perhaps in an attempt to learn more about the smiling coworker Takeda-senpai introduced him too. Or as Kei scrolled further down your feed he was realizing how his eyes drifted to other places than just your smile. Lost in the scrolling and staring trap, when the door unlatched in the front of the house Kei nearly dropped his phone.

Hasty to clear his recent apps as though he was guilty. Nothing seemed out of place to him when he looked up at you from the couch. Like every time you came in he was greeted with a smile even if it was nearing nine thirty.

"I'm so sorry Tsukishima-kun," You looked more than frazzled even with a smile on your face, "I'm late. I hope things weren't too much of a hassle."

Kei stood up from the couch as you came in. A healthy bit taller than you but what else was to be expected of a volleyball player. He shifted his weight awkwardly on his feet trying to clear the fog of the last hour of staring at photos of you on his phone, "Things were smooth. He was excited for dinner and went to bed fairly easy. It was nothing don't worry L/N-san."

"Y/N," You smile as you put your things away with the blond man watching you, "My son adores you and you have a key to the place, you can just call me Y/N."

Mentally noted Kei had said your first name a million times in his head but not once thought about how it might sound coming off his tongue. Still though he watched with a dull expression as you settled back in your space, "Um, I was wondering-" He stopped when you looked up at him from your purse, "-do you need help with anything else? Cleaning, I can kind of cook if you don't want to prep meals. Um- Anything?"

"Oh?" You were surprised by the offer, "Do you need more cash? I can just give you a little more if that's what you need so you don't have to do more or stay later."

"I can stay later." Kei popped off right away.

"I'm sure you're family would like to-"

"My brother's home on summer break. My mom has plenty of help when he's home."

Your smile returned and Kei couldn't help the slight tightness in his chest when it was directed at him, "Your mom's lucky to have two sweet boys to help her." Awkwardly taking the compliment Kei didn't really have the right words to retort but was comforted when you spoke up again, "If you really don't mind helping though, I'll give you an extra two hours pay if you wouldn't mind helping prep some things for tomorrow morning. It was...a long day."

Without hesitation Kei agreed. Not even concerned what it was you might ask for help with. Second guessing himself that it might not be something he could do. Kei was relieved when you really only asked for him to wash and peel a bunch of vegetables so they were prepped for the following morning. Ones for a stew you'd made a few times before that he had to admit was one of your favorite dishes. Diligently Kei went about washing them when he noticed you were going to roll up your sleeves and help.

"I can get these done." He had no idea why he was offering something so mundane, "I prep for my mother all the time."

"Are you sure?" Clear on your face you weren't use to such an offer.

Kei nodded, "They're just vegetables."

"Thank you." You sighed with a little bow, "Thank you so much. If you don't mind, I need to shower. Your pay is on my wallet when you finish. I really appreciate it."

He nodded once more. Feeling an oddity for the praise as the tips of his ears heated up. Kei knew you had a second job as a server which he did not envy. But nice things too nice amounts of money so he didn't fault you for wanting to wash up after a second day. He obliged and said he'd get things cleaned up before he left. Once more feeling the tightness in his chest when nothing but praise left your lips and that big smile.

Certainly not two hours worth of more work. Kei finished washing and placing things back before it seemed you were even out of the washroom. Fine with him, he still couldn't take the extra ¥1500 so he figured he'd take that out of whatever you left him on your belongings.

Fairly use to your places layout, he knew your purse should be on the table as you walk in. To his surprise though he didn't see it. Actually he didn't see your shoes either. You must have accidentally brought them into the bedroom with you. Which meant that was probably where your purse and his pay was.

A room he'd been in before Kei weighed just waiting to get his compensation. Though a thorn in his side as he had planned to pick a few things up tomorrow. Just going in and snagging the money and he'd be out in no time.

Careful not to make a noise he saw your purse exactly where he'd suspected you'd leave it. On the corner of the bed with your shoes and other things. Among them were the dirty clothes clearly peeled off of you set neatly on the bed. Not one to dig through laundry Kei took a steady breath and just told himself you'd probably pick them up later after your bath so he shouldn't even look at them.

Looking wasn't the problem. What he heard was something entirely different.

Something of a muffled gasp. Kei didn't even take his payment without jumping a little at the sound. Head whipping around to the noise. When it came again before he registered the first one. He felt his entire body go flush.

"S-Shit-"

A moan. Your moan.

Kei suddenly felt his heart in his throat. And an unfamiliar twinge below. All but frozen he stood there before he realized the door was partially open. Not really open, a crack perhaps. Enough so that a pool of light came out and if he stepped closer he could...

No! He needed to respect your boundaries and pretend he heard nothing. Nothing of the lewd noise coming from the bathroom. Knowing that your face would be painted in a different expression than just a smile. Perhaps on in the throws of pleasure. Something he'd thought about but didn't entertain the idea. Kei felt his mind picking up speed just as his heartbeat did.

He should leave. He should turn around and leave. He should leave and act like this didn't happen. He shouldn't be edging closer to the door. He shouldn't be holding his breath as he leaned into the sliver of light just to see the cause of your noises.

He shouldn't. But he did.

Immediately he felt his cock twitch in his pants. The sight of you. Legs spread on either side of the soaking tub. Shower head clearly not in it's holder. Kei felt his heart racing as both your hands were under the water as well as the shower head. A clear beautiful picture of what was happening.

"F-Fuck- Mmm-"

Enchanted to watch you raise one hand to your lips. Fingers passing your lips as Kei watched you suck the water off them earnestly. Not hiding the fact you wished it was something else. Doing so to clearly muffle your moans. It didn't matter though as he saw everything first hand. In no time there was no way Kei could keep his trembling hands still.

Finding his palm pressed against the crotch of his pants. He knew what he was doing. With the crack of the door hiding his entire frame behind the rest of it. Kei didn't try to stop himself. Better yet, he didn't even think to stop himself.

Fumbling with his zipper like it was the first time he'd ever undone his slacks. Kei cursed himself for the second he had to take his eyes off you. Frantic like he'd miss anything. The second his long fingers curled around his cock though it took no time at all for his golden eyes to soak up the scene before him.

Strokes with no rhyme or reason. He could already feel the tightness in his stomach just the second his thumb swiped over his slit. Drooling precum that he only smeared back onto his cock as Kei focused around his swollen tip in an attempt to keep from cumming too quickly. The man leaned into the door frame with a catch in his breath.

Your eyes were closed. Head tipped back against the lip of the tub. Fingers no longer in your mouth. Instead groping at your own breast. Twisting and tugging on your nipple as your body shifted in the water. Kei wanted more than anything to see that shower head between your legs. Knowing the sweetness that must have been your poor oversensitive clit being treated so well with the massage setting of the shower head. Knowing your legs were spread and trembling with the vibration of water against you. Sparing the thought his tongue could do so much more. And when that thought crossed his mind. His blond head between your legs instead of the shower head-

"S-Shit! Kei-"

His name. Static swallowed him up. The buck in his hips as Kei clasped his hand over his own mouth. Biting down on the meat of his thumb just to muffle his moans as his body twitched. Warmth gushing into his hand there wasn't even a chance for the young man to register anything but the wave of pleasure as his cum dripped through his fingers. Suddenly light headed it took a second for him to register your call to his name meant. His high cumming in time with your own when he saw you shudder in the bath tub.

A huge sigh leaving you. Kei looked down to see the streaks of cum dripping off his fingers and the puddle he'd left on the ground. Suddenly aware of what just happened. He couldn't scuff the mark on your carpet fast enough as he tried to regain his composure. In the panicked dash to not get caught, Kei left without his pay completely. Dry cum sticky on his hand and the thud in his chest as his body still ached after that knee buckling orgasm. All he could think about was one thing.

His name. He heard his name from your lips.

Replayed about five hundred more times in his head. No amount of banishing the thought or simply trying to force it to runs its course made the plaguing thought stop. The way you twitched and came in the tub calling his name in a muffled moan. Kei was flush with the image constantly. In an attempt to get rid of it he thought simply going home and jerking off again would help.

It didn't.

Once more. Twice more. Until he just had nothing left in him. Kei was stuck that night thinking of nothing but you even when he couldn't squeeze even a drop out of himself. Unsure he'd ever masturbated this much. He was even more unsure what to do when there was nothing he could but think about you in every compromising thought he'd ever had these past few weeks. Now with the knew knowledge of what you might look and sound like if they were to ever happen.

To happen? What was he even thinking? He would be lucky if you hadn't found the mess he left and never wanted to see him again. Accuse him of spying like some hard up perv. A four eyed freak. Suddenly Kei was worried about the trouble he might get into but even more worried that he might never see you again. All for a brief immature impulse he could have controlled if he really wanted to.

Then a simple text.

'You left your pay! I'm so sorry I didn't leave it out!'

You hadn't noticed then?

Kei spent a good four hours sitting on that text. Overthinking. Over analyzing. Feeling like a fool until he succumbed to the thought perhaps you just genuinely hadn't noticed. And if you hadn't noticed, then he was in the clear.

Your text was easily remedied. After profound apologies on your end. One's Kei just tried to play off as nothing. A solution was met with the fact that you needed to have him come watch your son at the beginning of the week. Pay for the missed day plus, the one you needed a babysitter for and extra as an apology for stiffing him the last time. Everything seemed normal. Kei could bury this down and pretend it didn't happen if you never noticed.

Like every other time he'd come to watch your son. Nothing seemed to change. You still smiled. Told them what was already prepped for him. How your son was doing that day and of course when you'd be back. Simple enough. Kei was quiet but you didn't seem to notice. Not like he wanted you to notice but something stuck in his craw as he watched your face with extra attention to detail. The image of you in the bath still etched in his head.

Thankfully when you left though things seemed normal.

Routine as all the other times had been. Kei sat at the table on his phone as his little charge colored quietly.

"....Tsukki-san, do you like my mom?" The question swooped onto him without warning. He nearly dropped his phone on the table to see the kid hadn't even looked up from his drawing with such a question.

"What? Why would you ask that?" Kei choked on his words a little harder than he meant to. An accident if they came out harsh but he struggled to clamor for a calm before his face lite up.

A little bit of a shrug from the kid who only kept shading his drawing, "I don't know....mommy smiles a lot when you're around and you listen nicely to her. My teacher said you listen to people important to you. So I figured mommy was important to you.

"Well, she pays me." He rubbed the back of his neck trying to chalk this up to kids being kids, "It would be rude to not listen."

"Mommy's boss doesn't listen to her."

"The Principle?" He was a little surprised considering the patient he and his team mates had been gifted for three whole years from the Karasuno principle.

"No." He shook his head and picked up a different colored pencil, "The food and drink boss. I think that's one of the reasons she cries."

So your other job sucked. Not surprised. And definitely a reason to come home after a shitty day and relax as such. He might have ruined a poor working woman's only way of unwinding. Still though Kei dwelled on the fact his name from your lips never once left his thoughts.

"...does your mom talk about me?"

The kid looked up from his artwork with a deadpan look. One Kei almost immediately regretted the question that came out of his mouth. If he could take it back he would. Before that though the kiddo opened his mouth, "She likes you. She says nice things about you when I tell her about our day together."

Close to the way his chest tightened when he heard you moan his name. There wasn't a lot more he wanted to hear. Even though he was feeling particularly chatty for the stoic man. Kei clung to the idea the rest of the day that you talked about him. Maybe it was just to your own kid who liked him. But still it made his heart race thinking you spared him more than one thought.

Engulfed in his thoughts all day. By the time the kid was yawning after dinner Kei didn't realize it was an hour before normal bed time. Offering him an earlier bed time. Kei was surprised hear him take the offer. Easy enough he thought. Meaning he'd have two hours of quiet before you would come in.

Tucked in. House picked up. Kei tried to guess if there was something to be prepped for the following days meal. But as he stared at the more than empty fridge he was startled when the front door clicked.

Quickly stealing a glance at the clock above the sink. He realized you were home over an hour early. About to walk around the divider wall and ask if you needed any help. Kei froze in his steps when he heard a sniffle. Startled Kei carefully came around the wall to see you wiping at your face still fully dressed and purse clutched to your chest.

"...are you ok L/N-san?" Kei's quiet question didn't go unnoticed.

Jumping at the suddenness. You clearly tried to gather yourself in front of him, "Oh! I'm sorry I didn't text or call I'd be early! I'm so sorry did I interrupt bath time I-"

"No no, he's already in bed," Kei's usual facade dipped into a frown as his blond brows pinched together, "Um, I'm sorry if this is too forward but...do you need some help?"

"This?" You laugh a little defeat with a shrug, "No it's fine I'm sorry. Here I'm sure you wanna get going let me get your pay and-"

He immediately shut down the shuffling you were doing in your purse, "I can stay." A clear deer in the headlights look. Your hand stays stuffed in your purse for a second as Kei awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, "I'd be here another hour anyways. I can stay."

For as blotchy as your eyes looked. He felt that familiar flutter in his chest when your lips curled into a soft smile. One that only looked so much sweeter when you wiped the remnants of tears from your eyes and smiled at him, "That's very sweet of you."

Once more with the subtle praise Kei didn't understand the way his skin prickled and heart picked up it's pace. Looking at you smiling though suddenly he realized he didn't want to leave at all. An hour or not. He wanted to stay regardless of the pay.

Kindly you'd offered him a drink. Well aware of the things you had in your home Kei didn't really want anything but tea when you offered a plethora of drinks more geared to kids than adults. Tea it was though when you both sat down on the couch. A huge sigh leaving you and Kei feeling stiffer than he normally would. Unable to untrain his eyes from watching every movement you made.

"How was he today?"

Caught off guard Kei blinked a few times until he realized you meant your son, "Good. He was good. We went to the park to swing and he ran into some of his friends. I think that's why he was extra tired today."

"That's good." You smile softly with the lip of your mug against your lips, "...I know I say this a lot but thank you. My son really enjoys the days you come over."

"He's a good kid," Kei rubbed his thumb over his mug unable to take a drink yet. Knots in his stomach terrorizing as all he could think about was the few inches between him and you on the couch.

About ready to say something else. Kei opened his mouth just to be stuffed by the surprise of your sniffling. Panicked to see you wiping at your eyes but still smiling. He quickly tried to take the cup from your hands as you laughed through the tears.

"Heh- I'm glad. I'm glad he's so well-" It's obvious you can't stop them from coming, "I miss him. I miss him so much. Making ends meet all these years. I miss being home. With him- God you must think I'm a mess I'm so sorry let me-"

"No." His firmness in his voice catches you off guard. Kei swallows the lump in his throat when you look over at him. Something about your red eyes and dewy lashes becoming the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. You stare at him stunned for as long as it takes he can't think of anything else. Until finally it's too much.

Static in the room as everything stands still in the second his lips meet yours. Warm from the tea you sipped before hand. His own palms warm from holding the mug when he slips them against the tops of your hand. With his heart beating in his throat. The way Kei presses into the kiss lasts a million years while also being done in the blink of an eye.

Pulled away only when he realizes you didn' reject him. A swath of emotions all go like static in his head as Kei stares at you now closer to him on the couch. Unmoving even after the kiss. The seconds drifting between each last longer than the sudden kiss it seems.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have-"

Met with your warm palms flush against the sides of his neck. Kei is pulled down into another kiss. One that's deeper than what he spared you. Under no complaints though he urges his body into the kiss when his hands quickly come up to cup your cheeks in his palms. Meeting your lips with all the excitement that had been building in him since that first day you smiled at him.

Broken for breath, Kei doesn't let it end. Peppering your lips with kisses even as they miss their mark a few times and end up on the corner of your lips and on the bow of your lips, "I- I wanna stay-"

Terrified of what you're words might be. Kei wasn't a gambling man. Or a nosey man. Or even a gutsy man. He didn't want to know your answer to his heat of the moment question.

"Stay-" Your breath against his lips as your eyes fluttered shut just as your forehead pressed to his, "Please- Stay."

A gamble paid off. Emotions still clouded in static all he cared about was kissing you more.

Pecks and peppers turning to lips parted and moans exchanged. It wasn't until his hands found their way up the hem of your shirt did it hit you.

"Not here-" You kissed him frantically like your lips would fall off if you didn't, "Bedroom-Please-"

Fine with him. The couch too small for all his limbs anyway. Unable to keep your bodies apart as Kei hastily tried to pull your shirt off with shaky hands. You doing the same as your hands pushed up his shirt. You both crashed down on your bed in nothing but your underwear before you knew it. Sure there was a trail of clothes. None of that mattered.

"Are you sure?" Baited breath as you looked up at the blond man above you, "I don't want you to think you have to I-"

"I've wanted to since the day we talked." Kei mumbled into your neck. Lips dancing over the sensitive part of your jawline, "I saw you- I just- I need you."

"Kei." Just like the other night when his name rolled off your lips it sent him into a frenzied state. Every which way he could think of having you. And suddenly he was having you.

Kisses moving down your collar bone. Following the strap of your bra. Kei felt his heart threatening to erupt from his chest. Not his first time. It was certain his first time being this intoxicated by his partner. When he hesitated above your bra Kei licked his lips impulsively when you tugged down your bra.

Breasts spilling over the top of your worn bra. Didn't matter to him what you were in as he looked at the stretch marks across the tops of your breasts and how soft they looked. Just as wonderful as they'd looked in the bath. His mouth watered until he couldn't stand it anymore.

Latching himself to the same breast he saw you playing with. His guess was right. A loud moan coming from your lips as his tongue danced around the hardening bud. Big middle blocker hand coming up to grope them both as his mouth could only pay attention to one at a time.

Buried in his work. Kei couldn't help the moan against your soft mounds as your leg came up to rub against his crotch. Clothed cock leaking into his boxer briefs. Your moans encouraging him to rub against your thigh as he couldn't tear himself away from your tits. Delighted to just have your breasts in his face. Kei didn't find it fair to not offer you a bit more.

Hand drifting down your soft stomach. It was the hitch in his breathing when his fingers grazed over the wetness of your panties. Pressing his fingers against the wettest part of them as he looked up at your with half lidded golden eyes. Seeing your reaction to the grinding of his fingers against your clothed cunt meant he needed more.

Kissing down your breasts. Each stretch mark and soft supple inch of skin. The broad shouldered man finally made it between your legs. All but a mess of blond waves as he kissed all over your thighs and ghosted his lips over the crotch of your panties.

"K-Kei-" You moaned, fists clenching the bedding under you as your body felt like it was on fire.

He needed no other go ahead. Long fingers peeling your panties down to reveal what he'd dreamt about since he saw you in the bath.

Cunt lips soaked and plump. Your poor swollen bud peaking out from your wetness. Kei licked his lips never having wanted to tasted something so bad in his life. And taste is exactly what he did.

Tongue diving between your folds. His tasting was relentless. Kei lapped at your core. Finding the most enjoyment as his tongue swirled around your clit. Harder with each passing second against his tongue. It was when your hands found his hair that he felt like everything was perfect.

Your fingers tight in his curls. Hips shuddering under him. A delicate touch peeling away your cunt lips so he could his undivided attention to your clit. Kei found himself lost with your juices coating his face before your moans choked in your throat.

"I- I can't! Kei- Kei I'm cumming!" Body shuddering and his tongue not stopping. He kept you pinned under him as you rode out orgasm on his tongue. Each buck and thrust of your hip only met with the fact Kei wouldn't let up on bringing you to nothing short of nirvana.

With the thump in your pussy. Feeling the waves of pleasure still washing over you. When his lips finally left your core and you saw with half lidded eyes how wet his face was and his poor cock straining against his briefs. You quickly try to offer going down on him in return.

"Please....I saw you in the bath the other night," Kei confessed from above you, "Please let me-"

"Fuck me." You beat him to it, "Absolutely fuck me Kei."

A throb to his cock. Fearing he might cum the second he touched you. Still he couldn't pass this up.

Pulling himself free of the confines of his underwear. Squeezing the base of his cock as he lingered above you. Precum dripped and drool onto your thigh. Immediately you spread your legs in the most inviting way possible. Even if he wanted to say no, there was nothing he could do to stop himself.

Swiping his cock head against your soaked lips. Electricity shoots through his body. Kei can feel how heavy his balls are. Nothing driving him more than the idea of fucking you full. Realizing now it's what he's wanted since the day he met you.

More than wet enough, Kei sinks himself into your cunt with a guttural sigh leaving him. Warm walls clenching and fluttering around him. Once he feels your plush lips swallow him all the way to the base. It's when he has to plant his arms on either side of you just to catch his breath.

You clearly had other ideas though. When he took in a steady breath is at the same moment you start moving your hips. Willingly fucking yourself on his cock as Kei stares down at you under him. There's nothing he can think to say. As you work yourself on him and moan under him. He's certain he could loose it just like this. But the desire to thrust into you is simply too much.

Laying most of his weight down onto you. Inadvertently scooping your hips up and pushing deeper inside you. Kei feels like he's going to melt as the curve of his cock certain kisses the back of your cervix. Breath ragged and forehead already dewy with sweat. His thrusts start slow until your lewd moans are too much to ignore.

"Kiss me- Kei kiss me-" Not needing to be told twice. His lips crash onto yours. Letting his thrusts get a little sloppy but neither of you seem to mind.

Tightness around his length just as each thrust feels like it might be his last. Kei gives up on being propped on his arms. Instead curling them around you as tight as he can as the man desperately thrusts into you. A first time for everything, he can't believe the little moans that leave his own lips as his high comes closer and closer to crashing down on him.

"In me-"

"W-What-"

"In me! God fuck cum in me please-" You hips buck up best they can in this position. Finally leading to you just wrapping your legs around his waist and letting Kei fuck you at his own pace, "Please Kei- Fill me up-"

Swallowed up in the moment. Asked for his cum. Cunt swallowing him up and mind going fuzzy as his kisses turn sloppy. Kei can't keep it together anymore.

"S-Shit- y-y/n-" Groan leaving him in the seconds his hips stall out. The tall man ruts his hips into yours hard one last time as his high reaches an unreturnable point.

Swallowed up in his own pleasure. Shared with you as the warmth of his cum floods your aching walls. Even dripping down between your ass cheeks. It's in one big sigh that the both of you relax. But don't move from your embrace.

Kei's face still buried in your neck. As his cock still sunk deep in you with the cum he left you just like you asked. You exhale contentedly under him as your grip on his shoulders loosen. Instead ending up with fingers in the curls at the base of his neck as the two of you both catch your breath in the post glow warmth of your shared intimacy.

"...I could come more often, to help," Kei quickly clarified his mumble into your neck. The man stiffening a little bit above you but refusing to let go, "And maybe...you don't have to pay me so you know...you could quit that second job."

"Kei-" You voice rolls off his tongue in the same way he loves hearing it.

Something about it though he can't bring himself to let you go. Afraid of the look you might give him or answer. Inadvertently he hugs you tighter as his face stays tucked in your neck.

"Don't say it's because I feel bad or anything." He swallowed hard on the lump in his throat, but bit the bullet and lifted his head from your neck to look at you under him, "I want to. I want to be...around you more...both of you."

A quiver to your bottom lip. Eyes searching his face for a trace of doubt. Until finally your gaze falls on his golden eyes fixated on you. That tremble to your lip disappears when he doesn't waiver. Replaced with a big smile and a little giggle, "We'd both like that very much."

Nuzzling your nose against his. Kei steals another kiss. Unbelievably so feeling his lips curl into a smile against your own. Fingers tracing small circles against his neck as the kiss fades, Kei reburies his face in your neck and hugs you tight under him.

"Your son?" Kei mumbles worried about the one thing that might be an issue.

You giggle and lean your head against the side of his as you hug him tight against you even as none of you make a single motion to move away. Realizing this might be the first night in months that you don't cry yourself to sleep amidst the rest of everything else. You kiss the side of Kei's head and feel him do the same with a kiss on your shoulder, " Don't worry. He's always wanted to have breakfast with you."

Something about that made the tall man laugh and he had to add, "And you?"

You shut your eyes instead of staring at the ceiling. Just enjoying the warmth as the two of you lay together as Kei continues to pepper your shoulder his kisses, "I'll have a cup of coffee."

"How about a cup of coffee and a kiss?" Kei lifts his head to look at you.

That same smile spread of your lips and Kei fights everything in him not to kiss you right then and there, "Yeah. A kiss and coffee sounds perfect."

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