─── ׅ Kei Tsukishima ݁ ───
𓏴𓏴 𝅄 ݁ ੭୧ Study session with Tsukki !! ׅ
Warning ﹕college au , fingering , edging , orgasm denial , degradation , semi-public sex , mild choking
This was so fucking embarrassing. No—forget embarrassing. It was humiliating.
It was the third time this week.
The third time you’d found yourself sitting at the back of your professor’s lecture, cheeks flushed red, legs pressed tightly together in a futile attempt to ease the throbbing ache between them. Your mind drifting to thoughts that had no place in a classroom.
The thoughts in question? Nothing too innocent. Just your brain replaying the memory of a certain smug blonde bastard bending you over his desk like a cheap whore, and pounding that dripping pussy raw from behind.
The echoes of your pathetic sobs and broken pleas for mercy still rang in your ears—mixed with the wet, obscene sound of his hips slapping against your ass. You squeezed your thighs harder, feeling a fresh gush of slick soak your panties as your face flushed even hotter.
A frustrated sigh slipped from your lips as your eyes dropped to the notebook in front of you. It had remained untouched since the start of the lecture. Only the date and today’s topic stared back at you mockingly, as if reminding you that all that “studying” you’d been doing with Tsukishima was anything but academic.
Because instead of helping you with your weakest subjects, Kei had spent most of the time balls-deep in your cunt, fucking your brains out until you couldn’t even remember your own name.
He loved belittling you while he did it too—calling you his dumb little cockslut, mocking how the only thing you seemed to understand anymore was how to take his thick cock like a good girl instead of actually passing your classes.
And those long, slender fingers of his… the ones that always made your pussy flutter no matter what they were doing… they’d wrap so perfectly around your throat, squeezing just tight enough to make your greedy walls clamp down on his dick even harder.
Fuck. It left you weak in the knees every single time.
But who could really blame you? He was just that damn good at dicking you down. If anyone else knew what you got to experience on a daily basis, they’d probably understand. Not that you’d ever let them find out. Over your dead body. You weren’t quite set on sharing just yet.
Just as your mind started spiralling deeper into those dirty thoughts, the loud ring of the bell snapped you out of it, signalling the end of the lecture. You let out a shaky sigh of relief and started packing up your things.
Until your professor’s cold voice cut through the room:
“Stay behind for a moment.”
Yeah. you were totally fucked now.
The conversation that followed was exactly as painful as you’d feared. Your professor spoke firmly, almost coldly, pointing out your obvious lack of attention in his class and the sudden drop in your grades. You barely registered the rest of what he said. The only part that really stuck was his final warning: get your head out of the clouds and start paying attention again.
Which brought you to now—sitting at the back of the campus library with the exact person who’d been plaguing your filthy thoughts even worse than usual.
Books were spread out in front of you, a few highlighters and sticky notes scattered around, your pen gripped tightly in your trembling hand as you let out a loud, frustrated groan.
“Ugh… I don’t fucking get any of this shit.”
You grumbled, letting your head drop heavily onto the table in defeat.
Kei sat beside you, watching with that signature shit-eating grin plastered across his stupidly handsome face. You’d specifically told him you wanted to actually study this time—no messing around. He’d just shrugged with that infuriating smirk and muttered a lazy “Sure.”
“Tsukki… please be a decent human being and explain this to me…” You turned your head to look at him, eyes taking in how focused he appeared. “You’re smart. You’d get this way better than I do.”
He hummed softly, resting his cheek on his palm as he stared down at you with that unreadable expression.
“Why? Because you’re slow?”
You huffed, rolling your eyes. “Hah! You wish. Need I remind you I’m doing great in all my other classes?”
A proud little smirk tugged at your lips.
“Right,” he drawled, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Like your professor didn’t just tell you you’re failing his class.”
“I’m not failing! My grades are just slipping, that’s all…”
“Right. So, technically failing.”
You scoffed and sat up straighter, running a hand through your hair, annoyance clear on your face. “So, are you gonna help me or not?”
He smirked wider, his free hand patting his lap invitingly.
You deadpanned, letting out a heavy sigh. “Are you already forgetting what I said? We’re not doing this today, Kei. Come on.”
You muttered, looking back down at your notes. You heard the soft click of his tongue.
“Come on, don’t be so difficult. Just come sit on my lap.”
You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously before sighing in defeat. “Fine. But no funny business.”
Yeah, right. Like that promise was ever going to last.
You stood up slowly and lowered yourself onto his lap, your notebook still in front of you, pen in hand. “Alright, Mr. Know-It-All. Help me.”
Kei leaned forward immediately, his broad chest pressing firmly against your back. His hot breath ghosting over your ear as his large hand slid down to rest on your thigh, rubbing slow, teasing circles that felt far too innocent for him.
But you knew better. Nothing with Tsukishima was ever innocent.
Your breath hitched sharply, your body tensing as heat flooded between your legs.
“… Kei…” you whimpered pathetically.
His low chuckle vibrated against your back.
“What? I’m not doing anything… yet,” he murmured, voice dark and filthy in your ear.
Before you could protest, his long, slender fingers slipped under your skirt, casually pushing your soaked panties to the side. Without warning, he slid two thick fingers deep into your dripping cunt, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you.
“Just don’t mind me…” he whispered teasingly, pumping his fingers slowly, stretching your tight, gummy walls. “Only keep those pretty eyes focused on that textbook of yours…”
You couldn’t focus on the textbook in front of you no matter how hard you tried. Your hands trembled pathetically, barely able to grip the pen as your eyes glazed over with unshed tears from the overwhelming pleasure of Tsukishima’s long fingers stretching your dripping cunt so perfectly.
A broken gasp slipped from your lips when he slid a third finger inside you, slowly sinking into your soaked, greedy walls. Your back arched sharply, another needy whine escaping before you could stop it. Tsukishima drank in the sight of you struggling to stay quiet, his golden eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction as your thighs quivered violently and your hips bucked desperately against his hand with every slow, deliberate thrust.
You were trying—god, you were really trying—to keep quiet.
But Tsukishima had no intention of letting you succeed.
He curled his fingers with cruel precision, stroking that spongy, sensitive spot deep inside you until a deep, throaty whine tore from your chest. A low, breathy chuckle rumbled against your ear as he leaned in closer, pressing his chest flush against your back. He rested his chin on your shoulder, his voice dropping into a sinful, velvet whisper.
“Come on now, gorgeous…” he purred, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “You know you need to focus, don’t you?”
You whimpered helplessly, your pussy clenching greedily around his invading fingers. Your entire body tensed as he pushed even deeper, grinding the heel of his palm firmly against your swollen clit. Your mouth fell open in a silent, desperate cry, breath hitching in your throat.
“You wouldn’t want your professor failing you,” he murmured, voice thick with mocking amusement, “just because your tiny little brain can’t concentrate with my fingers buried knuckle-deep in your messy cunt, hmm?”
His pace was torturously slow and teasing, deliberately bringing you right to the edge of ecstasy only to pull you back again and again. The wet, obscene sounds of your arousal echoed softly in the room—filthy, slick, and shameless.
Your head lolled back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as you surrendered to the relentless pleasure he was forcing upon you.
Tsukishima’s free hand slid up your body, long fingers wrapping possessively around your throat—not squeezing, just holding you in place, a silent reminder of who was in control. He nipped at your earlobe, then soothed the sting with his tongue.
“Listen to how wet you are,” he whispered hotly, deliberately pumping his fingers a little faster so the lewd squelching sounds grew louder. “You’re making such a mess… and all because of three fingers? Pathetic.”
broken sob of pleasure escaped you as he suddenly scissored his fingers wide, stretching you open even more. Your hips jerked involuntarily, chasing the friction you so desperately needed.
He laughed softly, the sound dark and mocking. “Look at you. Can’t even sit still. How are you going to pass this class if you can’t stop creaming all over my hand?”
You tried to protest, to tell him you were trying, but all that came out was a high-pitched moan when he curled his fingers again, pressing hard against that perfect spot while his palm continued its merciless grind against your throbbing clit.
Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your belly, burning hotter with every thrust. Your thighs shook uncontrollably, muscles clenching as you teetered right on the edge once more. Just as you felt the first tremors of release beginning to crash over you, Tsukishima slowed his movements to an agonizing crawl, barely moving his fingers at all.
A frustrated cry tore from your throat. “K-Kei… please—”
“Please what?” he taunted, pressing a lingering kiss to the side of your neck. His breath was hot against your flushed skin. “Use your words, baby. Tell me what this needy little pussy wants.”
You whimpered, too far gone to feel any shame. “Please… let me cum. I can’t— I need it—”
He hummed thoughtfully, as if considering your plea, while continuing those shallow, unsatisfying thrusts that kept you dangling painfully on the brink.
“Mmm… I don’t know,” he drawled, voice dripping with fake sympathy. “You still haven’t read a single page. Maybe if you can recite the next paragraph without moaning like a whore, I’ll think about it.”
His fingers gave one firm, deep thrust, punching the air from your lungs.
“Or maybe…” He leaned in even closer, lips brushing your ear as his voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, “I’ll just keep edging this sloppy cunt until you’re crying and begging so prettily that everyone in the library can hear how much of a desperate slut you are for me.”
Your walls fluttered wildly around his fingers at his filthy words, another flood of arousal gushing out around his hand. Tsukishima groaned softly in approval, finally starting to move again—still torturously slow, but with just enough pressure to make your vision blur with overwhelming pleasure.
Then, finally. he gave it to you.
He thrusted his fingers in hard and fast, curling them perfectly—and you broke.
Your back arched sharply, a strangled moan ripping from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you, white-hot and overwhelming. Your walls fluttered wildly around his fingers at the filthy words still echoing in your mind, another flood of arousal gushing out around his hand. You slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle your cries, hips grinding helplessly down on his fingers as your body convulsed with pleasure.
Tsukishima groaned lowly behind you, the sound deep and almost proud, as he kept his fingers buried deep inside your fluttering cunt, drawing out every last tremor.
“Look at you…” he muttered, slowly pulling his slick fingers out, deliberately watching the way your thighs twitched and your pussy clenched around nothing. “You made such a fucking mess.”
He clicked his tongue, holding up his glistening fingers with a smug grin.
“Just had to cum all over my hand like that, didn’t you?”
He gently rubbed your back, almost mockingly sweet, like he hadn’t just fingered you into a blubbering mess in the middle of the goddamn library.
It was safe to say the only lesson you walked out with… was how Tsukishima's fingers were way more skilled than any professor’s lecture could ever be.
Fr𖹭m yours truly ﹕my brain fucking hurts jst by staring at this, i cant even be bothered to explain to u all how much I love Tuskishima and how hes my husband and shit BC of how long this took me. im telling you ive proof read it over 10 whole times (not kidding by the way I always always ALWAYS proof read my work more than once jst in case) but literally gave up by the time I reached the end ao ykw if it doesnt make sense half way through jst know I gave up and couldn't be asked to go back and change it honestly ts took me and embarrassingly long time (it took me a day and a half to finish) since it was an adaption of one of my other works from a diff platform. But enough of me bitching jst know that I rlly did try with this....
