how the haikyuu characters fall out of love — part 2
semi eita falls out of love like an unfinished song, melodies that once hummed through him, now broken, half-formed verses left hanging in the air, notes that never find their resolve. each chord, once full of meaning, now drifts aimlessly, as if searching for a place to land, but never does. the rhythm stumbles, then stops, a harmony that slips out of reach, fading into silence before it ever truly ends. what remains is the echo of something incomplete, a tune that no longer moves him, just stray sounds, half-remembered, no longer played but never entirely forgotten.
ushijima wakatoshi falls out of love like coffee in the morning, once warm and bold, filling the air with promise. but as time stretches, the heat fades, leaving only a cup half-sipped, a bitterness that lingers on his lips. what was a ritual now feels like a routine, the steam that rose in comforting swirls now dissipates unnoticed, like conversations that drift into silence, words growing cold as time goes on.
tendou satori falls out of love like chocolate melting on a tray, slow and inevitable, the warmth of yesterday dissolving into a quiet, bittersweet pool. what was solid becomes soft, then shapeless—familiar yet distant, a memory of sweetness that lingers but no longer holds. each passing day, he watches the edges blur, feeling it slip, first subtly, then all at once, like the fading taste of something once savored, now just a trace on his tongue, a comfort disappearing into time.
oikawa tooru falls out of love like a bird finally leaving its nest. being with you was comfortable, like a sigh of relief when reaching home. you're etched onto every part of his body and woven into every chapter of his story, but in the warmth of your embrace, he knows there's something missing. he finds a house but not a home. and so he spreads his wings, and off he goes, to challenge the unknown... all alone.
iwaizumi hajime falls out of love like a sparkler lit up during a festival—brilliant and dazzling for a fleeting moment, casting radiant light and joy, only to fizzle out as the night deepens. the sparks that once ignited his heart with hope and warmth now dissolve into the cold, empty darkness, leaving a trail of shimmering memories that quickly fade. he stands alone, watching the last embers flicker and die, realizing with a heavy heart that sometimes the most beautiful moments are those we can't hold on to, and letting go is the only way to honor the brief, breathtaking beauty they once had.
hinata shoyo falls out of love like an impulsive tattoo that was done during vacation—exciting in the moment, but soon an indelible mark of a fleeting whim. the allure fades, replaced by a permanent reminder of a decision made in haste. what was a bold declaration now seems out of place, a memento of something that no longer fits. he sees your smile, now more like the ink on his skin—something to move past rather than cherish.
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how the haikyuu characters fall out of love — part 1
kageyama tobio falls out of love like a sand castle being washed away by the sea. every move is calculated as he salvages what's left of the plans you two have made, deft fingers trying to keep the remains in tact while the water seeps in every crevice of the land. the heat of the sand underneath his knees is scorching his skin, making him wince and tear up until he is forced to stand—and he realizes that sand is sand, and it only takes but one wave to have everything crashing down.
tsukishima kei falls out of love like watching a rerun of a drama for the nth time. in his eyes, you're just the same as he remembers, and he can recount the way your story unfolded without much thought. scene one is when he catches your gaze in the crowded room, and scene six is when he tells you he loves you too. he smiles when he recalls you and everything the two of you shared, but even then, there are no butterflies in his stomach and heat no longer rushes to his face. his heart is but an empty shell full of memories... so he hits "stop" on the remote before trying something new—this time, maybe an episode without you.
kita shinsuke falls out of love like a flower wilting in a well-kept garden, where the sun still shines, and the soil remains rich, but something within the stem begins to fade. the petals, once vibrant, lose their blush, not from neglect but from the slow, inevitable retreat of life itself. his hands tend with care, yet even they cannot coax back what quietly slips away. love, like nature, does not always answer to devotion. it can wane despite the tenderness, leaving only the trace of beauty that once was, a memory of bloom now cradled in the air.
miya atsumu falls out of love like water boiling in a pot. everything is fiery, and he feels his body burn as it aches for your touch. your skin is fire that rages through his veins, and oh, does he wish to bathe in this heat forever—but passion can only keep him going for so long. there's warmth, there's heat, but beneath it all, the quiet transformation has begun. what was once steady becomes restless, bubbling with an urgency that feels almost inevitable. the steam escapes, carrying with it something unseen yet felt, something that cannot be held back. and when it reaches its peak, all that remains is the emptiness beneath the lid, a quiet vessel that was once so full, now cooled, and still.
miya osamu falls out of love like a phone call ongoing. voices drifting through static, familiar yet distant. at first, there’s conversation—full of meaning, rich with connection—but soon, the pauses between words stretch longer, the silence heavier. what once flowed effortlessly now stumbles, tangled in misunderstandings and words left unsaid. the connection weakens, the signal fades, until the sound of breathing on the other side is all that remains. he hesitates, fingers hovering, knowing what comes next. then, with quiet resolve, he clicks “end" then the line beeps. it's over.
kuroo tetsurou falls out of love like the rain pouring in the dead of the night—quiet, relentless, and unnoticed by the world. it begins softly, almost imperceptibly, a fine mist that settles in the air. but over time, the drops grow heavier, more insistent, until they beat against the window like a confession no one asked to hear. there's no storm, no thunder to announce its coming, just the steady rhythm of something slipping away, drop by drop. and as the night wears on, the rain becomes a lullaby for something ending, a quiet release into the darkness where no one is watching, and no one will know it was ever there.
kozume kenma falls out of love like wearing a jacket on a hot summer day—heavy, suffocating, and no longer fitting the moment. at first, it feels like protection, a familiar comfort wrapped around his shoulders, but soon the warmth becomes unbearable. the weight of it presses down, stifling, as if love has turned from shelter into burden. he tugs at the sleeves, loosening his grip on something that once made sense but now feels misplaced. eventually, he shrugs it off, letting the fabric fall away, leaving him bare to the heat of the day, exposed but finally free to breathe again.
⇢ synopsis: in which you want to surprise your boyfriend at work for his birthday, but he ends up surprising you.
⇢ word count: 3,245
⇢ genre: smut, fluff
⇢ notes: museum curator!tsukishima (…timeskip!tsukishima yes), girlfriend!reader, established relationship, a bit of cursing as usual, semi-public sex, oral sex (female receiving), this stuff was kind of inspired from real life lol i was not a good teenager sorry… but happy birthday to the love of my life for 6 years and counting, tsukki ♡
⇢ synopsis: in which you want to surprise your boyfriend at work for his birthday, but he ends up surprising you.
⇢ word count: 3,245
⇢ genre: smut, fluff
⇢ notes: museum curator!tsukishima (…timeskip!tsukishima yes), girlfriend!reader, established relationship, a bit of cursing as usual, semi-public sex, oral sex (female receiving), this stuff was kind of inspired from real life lol i was not a good teenager sorry… but happy birthday to the love of my life for 6 years and counting, tsukki ♡
hello i am indeed alive but might be writing something else entirely (sorry kita) 🤡 might be sakusa or tsukki... i hope i finish it this month since it's likely just a short one!
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hello i am indeed alive but might be writing something else entirely (sorry kita) 🤡 might be sakusa or tsukki... i hope i finish it this month since it's likely just a short one!
will be moving the release of the farmer kita x mountain goddess reader fic to november 🥺 just got a job and it's so hectic aha plus my unhealthy pastime of playing genshin impact has made me even busier, really sorry if some of you were expecting it this month!!
will be moving the release of the farmer kita x mountain goddess reader fic to november 🥺 just got a job and it's so hectic aha plus my unhealthy pastime of playing genshin impact has made me even busier, really sorry if some of you were expecting it this month!!
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a tsukishima imagine where y’all are dating but he introduces you as his friend and not his gf? something angsty please!!
my first request !! oof it’s been a while since i’ve taken them (like literally... years), but i hope it was somehow to your taste anon ^___^
⇢ pairing: tsukishima kei / reader
⇢ synopsis: tsukishima was kind, and you used it to your advantage.
⇢ word count: 765
⇢ genre: angst
YOU TRIED TO pretend that it never hurt whenever Tsukishima would pull away from your touch when you initiated something, but your façade couldn’t cover up the way your eyes lingered on him a little longer because this was as close as you could ever get to him. He had always been distant to begin with, but who were you to point fingers?
You had known heartbreak would come the moment you called him out and confessed because Tsukishima was kind—so kind that he couldn’t turn you away when you looked at him and curtly responded with an “okay” when you asked for him. You were painfully aware that it wasn’t what he wanted to say, but you guessed that this was what people meant when they said ‘love is blind.’
You saw his hesitation and yielded your head as if it wasn’t there. You wanted to believe you could do it—that you could make him look at you, even just once. And yet, two months later, you hardly moved from where you started.
“Tsukki!” a voice called out, and you found yourself face-to-face with a blond-haired guy whose height rivaled that of your boyfriend’s. He slung a bright green jersey on his shoulder and gave Tsukishima a strong slap on the back as a greeting before laughing heartily. The tall guy immediately went into an animated dialogue about the training they just finished, until he set his eyes on you.
You felt small as you tried to give him a friendly smile, but it didn’t help that it was as if Tsukishima was inching away from you ever so slowly with the turn of his body, to line himself up with the bubbly stranger. You knew it might have been uncomfortable that you insisted on going to him after his practice to walk home together, but you went anyway.
This was what lovers did, and you wanted to believe that that was what the two of you were.
“Sorry! I got carried away,” the blond guy told you, a sheepish grin making its way to his face. “I’m Koganegawa Kanji, the setter for Sendai Frogs!”
You figured that he was one of Tsukishima’s teammates, judging from his towering figure and demeanor, but also by the way he seemed to easily carry a conversation with your boyfriend. In a way, you envied how they could do something as simple as talk, yet you could never get more than two sentences out of Tsukishima’s mouth. “No worries! I’m [Y/N], Kei’s—”
“Friend,” Tsukishima cut you off almost immediately with a pointed look trained on Koganegawa. “You can go, I’ll lock up.” Even as he went on with his sharp tongue, he didn’t dare to look at you and focused his hardened expression on everything else except you.
Koganegawa looked back and forth between the two of you curiously but didn’t pry. He just nodded and shook your hand firmly before taking a step back. “I’ll go ahead then! It was nice meeting you.” Koganegawa’s gaze stayed on you for a moment longer before he turned on his heels in a rush to leave without hearing a reply.
You wondered what kind of face you were making now, that even a stranger would go as if his tail was hanging between his legs for no reason, but above everything else, you wanted to ask Tsukishima a myriad of questions. However, even as you scoured the depths of your mind for the words and explanations, nothing came up except the harsh realization that Tsukishima’s slip of the tongue was laced with the truth.
It had probably never been his intention to let it go on for this long, and you had been too caught up with the idea that maybe, just maybe, he would change his mind about you.
But he never did.
When that fact hit you, harder than ever, tears fell from your eyes. You cried, and for the first time, you felt Tsukishima’s touch.
He pulled you against his chest and let your sobs rack through your body. He carded his fingers through your hair while his other hand found its way to the small of your back, as if he was anchoring you in place. All the while, Tsukishima didn’t speak, he didn’t try to explain himself nor did he reassure you, and that alone made the silence more deafening.
Still, you wanted to try his kindness one more time. Maybe he could indulge you, even for another short moment. “Can we try again, Kei?”
It's hard to believe you only have 2 works so far! Your writing is immaculate :)
oh wow, thank you so much! it takes me a while to churn out fics, so i don't have much written out right now (also bc i keep overthinking and revising my drafts 😔) but anyway, i appreciate this a lot, and i hope i could write more soon even if they're just drabbles or headcanons 🥰
⇢ synopsis: in which you want to surprise your boyfriend at work for his birthday, but he ends up surprising you.
⇢ word count: 3,245
⇢ genre: smut, fluff
⇢ notes: museum curator!tsukishima (...timeskip!tsukishima yes), girlfriend!reader, established relationship, a bit of cursing as usual, semi-public sex, oral sex (female receiving), this stuff was kind of inspired from real life lol i was not a good teenager sorry... but happy birthday to the love of my life for 6 years and counting, tsukki ♡
“YOU COME HERE often?” you asked Tsukishima, propping a hand on the wall of the entrance of the museum as you looked up at him with fluttering eyelids. It was a poor attempt at flirting, and you were well-aware of how exactly your boyfriend will react, but it was still worth a try to catch him off-guard.
A look of confusion washed over Tsukishima’s face for a split second before his expression went back to being a mix of disinterest and boredom. “I work here,” he deadpanned, adjusting his glasses and lifting his weight off the wall he was resting on. “More importantly, why are you here?”
His question was gruff, and if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought that he didn’t want you to be there. But you knew him well—of course you did—so you didn’t miss the slight tug of his lips upward and the hand that reached out to grab yours.
You interlaced your fingers with his. “Nothing much. I just felt like visiting the museum my boyfriend works at on his birthday.” A grin made its way to your lips, and you tugged him towards the wooden doors of his workplace. “Care to show me around during your break, sir?”
Tsukishima huffed but let himself be dragged inside anyway. He knew you weren’t as interested as him in the line of work he did and remembered how you were on the verge of failing both your history and science class when you were in college together that you shuddered at the mere thought of memorizing years and complex names of wildlife.
You walked around aimlessly with your boyfriend in tow, passing several paintings and sculptures that you were almost sure you had seen in some brochures filed neatly in his room but never had the chance to look at (in favor of lying down on his lap as he read). You only stopped in your tracks when you caught a glimpse of a life-sized dinosaur display.
You hurriedly rushed over with Tsukishima and looked at it with eyes so bright you looked like you won something. “This is the one in your room!” you exclaimed, pointing at it with your free hand, feeling a rush of pride at remembering something important to try and hide the fact that you absolutely had no idea what kind of dinosaur you were gushing over.
“Yeah,” Tsukishima mumbled, not having the heart to tell you that what you were showing him was a Tyrannosaurus Rex and not the Allosaurus on his bookshelf. How could he, when you were looking at him like that?
Your eyes were warm and tender as you gazed at him, the side of your eyes creasing because of the smile you gave him. You even bit your bottom lip as you did so, a habit of yours whenever you weren’t sure of something and looked to him for reassurance or whenever you wanted to hold back a laugh when he made a snarky or suggestive remark.
He loved that look, so much that he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. He stared intently and hardly batted an eye, feeling something gnaw at him at the pit of his stomach. He swallowed, hard, knowing this was not the right time for it, not when he had half an hour to get back to work.
As if you heard his thoughts, he felt your palms cup his face to pull him in for a quick kiss. Your lips were as sweet as they were last time, when he dropped you off at your apartment after a date over a week ago, and the first time, when you leapt into his arms from joy in passing a class he tutored you in a year ago. You almost always seemed to know when to do the unexpected, and though he loved it, it frustrated him to no end that you could leave him flustered over something so simple.
“[Y/N].” Tsukishima’s voice was soft but stern that it made you stop giggling, feeling like he was a parent calling you out. He grabbed your wrist with a grip gentle enough to not hurt you but firm enough to make you follow his pace as he walked with quick and long strides towards the elevator in the corner of the exhibit area. All the while, he made no attempt to initiate a conversation, even as he brought you inside the lift and jabbed at a floor number.
You watched his reflection through the metal doors, but as usual, he didn’t give anything away with his expression. “Did I do anything wrong?” you cautiously spoke up, trying to figure out the situation on what made him so quiet. Should you have mentioned that you were paying him a visit today? Should you not have kissed him in front of some kids and the giant dinosaur on the first floor?
His eyes moved from the buttons he seemed to be fixated on to rest on your figure’s reflection. “Quite the opposite, actually,” he responded curtly, not even bothering to explain any further, as the elevator doors opened.
A fairly large sign that read, ‘UNDER RENOVATION! COMING SOON!’ greeted you both, but he ignored it and tugged you along with him into the dimly lit floor that seemed new and well-kept rather than old and dusty.
You didn’t even have the time to admire the artifacts displayed as Tsukishima proceeded to cross the dull halls until he settled on what seemed like an empty area that smelled of fresh paint. You felt him let go of your wrist, but it wasn’t long before you were backed up to a wooden table in the corner of the room. “Kei, what are we do—”
Tsukishima was so on edge that he just simply dove in to kiss you, much different from the way you pecked his lips a few moments ago. It was intense from the get-go, and he was relentless in his pursuit, his tongue grazing over yours to deepen the kiss.
You responded almost immediately, your body keening into his touch. Your arms found its way around his neck as you kissed him back with the same fervor and passion. You could feel a heavy pulse beginning from deep within your core, and you knew you were about to lose yourself in the heady rush of excitement from the situation you were in with your boyfriend.
From the years you have known Tsukishima and the year you have been dating him, you knew all too well how calm and collected he was. He hardly let anything faze him, and he almost never showed if something or someone did. But now, here he was, pupils dilated and breathing heavy with need, and it was because of you.
He pulled away and rested his forehead on yours. “I’ll stop if you don’t want to do this right now,” he murmured, hot breath fanning your face as he studied your features. “But it’s safe here.”
A shudder forced its way up your spine. You rarely saw this look in his eyes, where it seemed like he could snap at any moment and whatever self-control he had built up was on the brink of breaking down.
You hadn’t taken a breath in what seemed like an eternity, so you shakily whispered your reply, “I want you, Kei.”
Tsukishima said nothing more as he closed the gap between you two once again. He kissed you slowly at first but soon, his soft lips were pressing against yours harder with fervent desperation. His tongue traced over the roof of your mouth before brushing against yours agonizingly slow, a sudden change of pace that had you whimpering. The hands on either side of you on the table trailed down your waist until one moved under your blouse while the other went to grip your jaw.
Your mind was slowly going into overdrive, overwhelmed with the desire to touch and be touched by Tsukishima. You took the time to let your hands roam from his shoulders, arms, then finally settling down on his back. Not satisfied enough, you pushed yourself against him, wanting to feel more of him that you rubbed yourself against his body.
Normally, all this would have made you feel embarrassed, but this situation right now was definitely not the usual.
His nimble fingers traveled from the lowest part of your stomach up to your chest, pushing your blouse all the way up and pulling down your bra to expose your breasts. He broke your kiss with a small smack of his lips and wasted no time delving down to wrap his lips around a perked nipple. His free hand moved towards your other breast, thumb flicking against your nipple, as if to give it equal attention.
A staggered breath escaped your lips. His tongue and fingers were warm against your skin, and it felt like heat was shooting from your chest to your core from his simple actions. You gnawed the inside of your cheek in an attempt to keep your sounds to yourself, considering the situation you were in, that you didn’t even realize Tsukishima spoke until he lightly tapped your waist.
“Sit,” he simply repeated, taking off his glasses and setting it down near the edge of the wooden table. His eyes were dark as he gazed at you, but he made no move to touch you this time.
Instead, he waited.
You refused to meet his eyes, though you slowly let go of him to do as you were told, tiptoeing before sitting on the cold surface. Even if this wasn’t the first time you were having sex with your boyfriend, this was definitely the first time you were doing it outside of your homes—at his workplace nonetheless. This made the ordeal seem even more shameful, besides the fact that you were squirming with just Tsukishima watching you.
His hand cupped your cheek which forced you to look straight up at him. “Do you want to keep going?” His voice was deep and rough, like his throat was dry, yet his eyebrows were furrowed, hesitation and concern pushing his desire away.
It took a few moments before his question sunk in, and when they did, you squeezed your thighs together, trying to hold your heart back from crawling out of your throat to beg him for it. “Y-Your work…” you trailed off, gaze falling to his lips and involuntarily recalling the way he kissed you long and hard earlier. “We, uh, we—”
Tsukishima interrupted you, firm yet voice barely above a whisper, “I asked you, [Y/N]. Do you want to keep going?”
You bit your lip, mulling over his question again. Your hands were balling into fists with the fabric of your skirt in your hands, and you found Tsukishima’s large ones placed on top of yours, as if it was his way of reassuring you, whatever your answer may be. “Y-Yes, please.”
He pecked your lips, whispering against your mouth, “Good girl.” He pushed the sleeves of his blazer and sweater up to his elbows before hiking your skirt up to reveal your baby pink cotton panties (that you haphazardly picked off your fresh laundry without much thought) and holding your thighs apart to keep you from hiding from him. Tsukishima kneeled, faced with your clothed core directly because of his height, a deep breath escaping him and hitting your skin which made you shiver.
You could already tell the wetness pooled in between your thighs, and it definitely didn’t help that your boyfriend wasn’t saying anything about it when he would usually make remarks in the past to work you up (or embarrass you). Instead, you felt his fingers experimentally touch you then trace figures onto your dampened underwear, which left you a mewling mess. “M-More, please,” you repeated over and over again like a broken record, your left hand finding solace in his soft blond hair while the other held onto his shoulder.
Tsukishima grunted in response, giving in to your request, knowing there wasn’t much time to make you ask for it. He hooked his fingers on the side of your panties and drew them down to your legs, immediately getting to work and inserting a finger at your entrance to dip and feel the inside of your tight muscle. A second finger of his easily slid through the thick wetness of your folds, and he groaned as he felt you tug on his locks and clutch onto the fabric of his blazer when he started thrusting slowly.
“Oh—Oh fuck,” you moaned, feeling pressure build up on your lower stomach the faster Tsukishima went. “Don’t stop, please,” you begged, white spots clouding your vision and thoughts becoming a tangled web that the rest of what you let out were nothing more coherent than ‘please’ and ‘Kei.’
He snorted in amusement, and you could almost see the smirk on his features even as your eyes were shut tightly from pleasure. “You’re being so good for me, baby.” He lowered his head a bit and kissed your inner thigh as his movements never faltered. He saw the gentle quiver of your muscles—a sign that you liked what he was doing and that you were getting, bit by bit, closer to your high. “I guess I’ll have to return the favor, hm, [Y/N]?” His voice was so low and so close to where you needed the most that it gave you goosebumps.
Before you could even muster a reply, you felt his hot tongue lick a stripe up your wet slit. You let out a gasp from his sudden action, which made you buck against his mouth and fingers instinctively, and the table underneath you creaked in protest. You looked down, the same time he moved his gaze up, to tell him that you couldn’t last much longer, but all words left your mouth as you made eye contact with him.
Tsukishima’s eyes were narrowed with lust, yet he took his time and roamed. He roamed your expression of pleasure as you tried your best to hold back your sounds with your lips between your teeth, and he roamed your body with his tongue flicking against your clit before sucking on it hard in a persistent routine, as if he was trying to find a way to make you lose control.
And you did.
Your entire body stiffened, and your hands abruptly let go of him to grip the table for support. It felt so good to have him on you, hands and mouth, and it was driving you insane that you couldn’t fight back the moans and screams of his name spilling from your lips. “A—Ah, there! Kei, s—so good,” you slurred your words, forgetting where the two of you were but not really caring when you remembered anyway.
As if that wasn’t enough, Tsukishima added a third finger and curled his digits at that angle to hit your sweet spot as he pumped in and out of you. Beads of sweat were quickly forming on his forehead, and the veins on his neck were pulsating, but he was determined to overwhelm you and get you to where you both wanted.
With the pace he was going, it left you squirming above him, and the fire surging throughout your body burned brighter and hotter with each thrust and each lick. “Shit, I’m going to—I’m going to cum,” you warned him, your hand finding its way to his face to brush his bangs out of his eyes in a moment of romantic intimacy.
Under hooded eyelids and behind blown-out pupils, he intertwined the fingers of his other hand with yours and quirked an eyebrow—a cue for you to cum for him. All the while, Tsukishima was unrelenting with his movements and hardly let a second pass without giving your body attention whenever he caught his breath momentarily during your heated situation.
With one last brush of his long and slender fingers against your spasming walls and one hard suck to your sensitive clit with his warm mouth, you came undone. The only thing you managed to scream was his name until you felt all the air leave your lungs and the tension built up in your body spill over. Your whole body shuddered, and you felt the most intense climax course through you that it made your head spin.
It took you a minute or two before you could come down from your high, but your teary eyes never left your boyfriend’s, who became preoccupied with sliding his wet fingers into his mouth to taste the mess you just made because of him. As he did so, he stared at you and smirked when you had to turn away from him, feeling the heat rush from your core to your cheeks.
“[Y/N],” he hoarsely rasped, a playful tone in his voice. “You’re shy now, after all that?”
You closed your legs the moment you felt him release you from his grip. “Shut up,” you grumbled, lightly pushing him away from you, in a feeble attempt to ease your sudden bout of timidity after being eaten out.
Tsukishima chuckled but, nevertheless, said nothing else. He trailed hot and open-mouthed kisses on your body as he rose from his spot on the floor. He only stopped to take out a handkerchief from his pocket and proceeded to wipe off the hot liquid on your thighs. He lifted your poorly-chosen and less-than-sexy underwear that was pooled around your ankles to put them back to where they were on your hips. He spent the next few minutes tidying you up, maybe to make it seem like this never happened when you went back downstairs.
Even as he went about his boyfriend duties skillfully and wordlessly, you were acutely aware of his haggard breaths and the painfully hard tent in his pants. You thumbed over his buttons to open them, but he stopped you.
He carefully peeled your hand away from him to place it on your lap and kissed you gingerly on the top of your head. “I can wait.”
“But,” you protested, a pout forming on your lips. He had just given you the orgasm of your life, on his birthday no less, and you wanted nothing more than to do the same for him. The reason you were here in the first place was because of and for him, after all.
There were a dozen of lines Tsukishima had in his mind to dissuade you, but he settled on one that would definitely leave you wanting more of what had transpired just now.
“Later, baby,” he cooed, for the second time today, using the pet name he only used inside the confines of your room. If you liked to pull the unexpected on him, he absolutely knew how to turn the table around with ease and decisiveness. “I don’t want to cum in my pants. I want to cum inside you.”
Just as he had predicted, you brought a hand to your face for a second, always being taken aback by how he could say the most shameful of things without batting an eye. Even so, you masked your secondhand embarrassment with a heavy sigh of defeat then a puff of your cheeks. “Fine, but only because it’s your birthday.”
In return, Tsukishima had a shit-eating grin of pure satisfaction. Maybe being the birthday boy had its privileges.
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