A Plebeian

“What? No, I don’t want to.” Tsukishima peered down at you; his face revolted. 

 A low whine escaped from your throat as you tugged harder on his uniform sleeve. Your lips were pursed into a soft pout, eyes wide and begging. 

 “Tsukki please. You’re my only hope.” You whined, clinging harder to the blonde male as he attempted to move his arm out of your grasp, but to no avail. 

 “I said no. Get off of me, I’m going to be late for practice.” He scoffed, finally ripping himself free from your hold. He slung his bag over his shoulder, his sharp gaze meeting yours, eyebrows raised as if challenging you to do something again to hold him up.

 Of course, you were up to the challenge though. You blocked his path, preventing him from walking out of the classroom. You stood with your arms slightly out, daring him to try and leave again. Although, Tsukishima could easily toss you to the side like a ragdoll. “I’m not moving until you say yes.” You huffed stubbornly.

 “I’m not going to tutor you; I don’t have the time or patience to deal with someone like you.” He sighed. “Now move.”

 “Tsukki please! I’ll do anything! I have to ace these exams, or my parents will kill me. Please.” You whined again, reaching to grab hold of his uniform once again.

 Tsukishima’s eye visibly twitched as he dodged your advancement, easily stepping to the side and moving his arm out of your reach. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like the fact that you were begging so much, but the fact that you were still pestering him about this -

 “Did you just say you’d do anything?” He asked, eyebrows quirking up.

 The whining and ranting that you were in the middle of died on your lips as you registered what he had asked, and what you had said only moments ago.

 You could feel the heat creeping up in your neck as you recalled that yes, you had said that you would do anything. But now that he was looking at you with that soft smirk and those devious eyes… you wanted to take it back. 

 “No…?” you trailed off quietly.

 “Hmm. Find yourself a different tutor then. Maybe Hinata and Kageyama will have a spare seat in their study group.” Tsukishima snickered quietly, stepping away from you and heading out of the classroom.

 Tsukishima was a bastard, but… he was smart, and there was no way in hell you were going to be studying with Hinata and Kageyama.

 “Fine! I’ll do whatever you want! Just please help me study!” You called out towards his retreating figure. Tsukishima didn’t stop walking, but he held his hand up in acknowledgement of your statement, which meant that you had secured your tutor. 

 But it also meant that you had no idea what Tsukishima had in store for you. It should be fine though, right?

 Besides the fact that you had completely missed the wide smirk that was now stretched across the tall male’s face as he walked away.

 But it should be fine right?

 ****

 “You’re doing it wrong.” Tsukishima sighed, for what could be the millionth time in the span of three hours. 

 “Why didn’t you tell me that before I got halfway done with this equation?” You hissed, looking at the blonde accusingly as you erased the problem.

 Tsukishima looked up from his comic with a bored expression. “It’s the same formula that we’ve been working with since we started this session. I figured after the seven questions you messed up; you would’ve gotten the hang of it by now. Guess I was wrong.”

 You could feel your face burn in embarrassment, it wasn’t your fault that you missed those questions, it was just hard, and Tsukishima wasn’t doing anything to actually help you retain the information. He was just pointing out what you got wrong and telling the steps again. 

 “Well, if someone would actually help me instead of reading a stupid cartoon book maybe I wouldn’t have kept missing these problems.” you snapped, huffing as you dusted off the eraser pieces that lingered on your paper. 

 Tsukishima sighed, closing his comic, and shifting his body closer to yours. “It’s not a cartoon book idiot, it’s called a comic book. Now what are you having problems with?” he asked, leaning in closer to get a better look at your paper. 

 Your body stiffened at his proximity. His body heat was radiating off of him, warming up your left side pleasantly. But what was really making your heart palpitate was the fact that you could smell him. It was a combination of scents that were violating your nose. The smell of detergent was entirely pleasant, but it was mixed with a smell that belonged entirely to Tsukishima; clean and masculine, cologne that was absolutely mouthwatering, and then there was a slight undertone of sweat. That didn’t surprise you, Tsukishima had told you to wait for him after volleyball practice, both of you heading to his house immediately afterwards. But the smell of sweat wasn’t unpleasant at all, if anything… it was too pleasant. 

 It was only a couple of days into this whole tutoring thing and already your small crush you harbored on the tall male had escalated quickly. Too quickly, if you had to say. 

 You hadn’t been this close to Tsukishima in well, ever. It was entirely distracting, his smell, the fact that he had his school shirt slightly unbuttoned to the point that you were able to gaze at the way his throat moved up and down as he talked and swallowed, that you could see the soft curl of his collarbone and the base of his throat that you thought of kissing countless times already today, and the fact that he looked so incredibly at ease in his own room. 

 That’s right. His room. The first time he brought you over to his house and into his room you were incredibly embarrassed. Tsukishima didn’t even think twice about it though.

 Of course, while you were embarrassed, it still didn’t stop you from making fun of the male with the amount of dinosaur figurines he had in his room. Tsukishima had threatened to kick you out if you kept talking about it, and well, you hadn’t brought it up since. 

 Was he always this pretty? Of course, he was. You just never noticed how pretty his hands were, his fingers long and pale… the sleeves of his uniform were pushed up, revealing veiny forearms that looked incredibly strong; you couldn’t help but silently thank the volleyball team for all the workouts and practices that they had the team members do. 

 “Oi, are you even listening to me?” his annoyed voice snapped you out of your inappropriate thoughts that were going a mile a minute. 

 “Of course, I am. I’m just shocked that you’re actually doing what I asked you to do, you know… tutoring.” You shot back immediately. 

 His eyes slid over to you, calculating. You looked embarrassed, face just slightly red and panicky; a tad bit shy despite the biting tone you had just used moments ago. It was obvious to Tsukishima that you were staring at him, which in all honesty, he didn’t mind at all. You were too cute, your reactions were wonderful, teasing you was the best part of his day.

 “I think you were just too busy staring at me, do you like what you see?” he smirked, pushing up his glasses slightly. 

 There it was. 

 Your face exploded with redness as your face twisted in horror and annoyance before you began firing insult after insult towards him. Teasing you was definitely the most amusing thing to him. 

 “You’re not doing anything at all to help me Tsukki! You’re seriously the worst!” You huffed. 

 He rolled his eyes, his hand coming towards you, his long fingers flicked at your forehead, causing you to whine in pain, rubbing at the spot he had touched.

 “You need to shut up and pay attention then. If you keep slacking off and missing questions, I’m not going to help you anymore.” he stated simply. “Now pay attention.”

 ****

 “- Do you understand?” Tsukishima asked. 

 “.... Actually yes. I do understand. That’s so weird. You’re a really good teacher Tsukki, you’re surprisingly really smart.” You said surprised.

 The blonde male made a displeased sound in the back of his throat, entirely offended by your statement. 

 “That makes one of us at least.” he shot back.

 You could feel your eye twitch in annoyance, your gaze flickering over to him heatedly; an insult resting on the tip of your tongue before you took in his form.

 Tsukishima leaned back on one of his hands, the other hand was rubbing at his neck, his eyes staring up at the ceiling as he continued to work out the knot. One of his long legs perched up slightly while the other one remained extended out on the floor.

 “Hey.”

 “What?” You snapped back immediately, he turned his gaze to you now, blonde eyebrow raised high at your tone. 

 “You said you’d do anything I said if I helped you, right?” his tone was lazy, nonchalant, almost like he didn’t even care at all. 

 “... I didn’t say that.” 

 “Liar.”

 “Fine. What do you want?” You frowned, mentally preparing yourself for the worst. He was going to make you do something humiliating, something entirely embarrassing, and probably in front of other people too, he was an asshole like that. How could someone so blatantly attractive have the most sadistic personal -

 “Come here.” 

 “W-What?” you stuttered out, face burning at what he had said. You were already sitting next to him; did he want you closer? How close could you possibly even -

 “I didn’t stutter. Come here.” Tsukishima said, the hand that was rubbing his neck suddenly coming down and patting at his lap. 

 “W-Why?” you glanced away, heart hammering in your chest as you began fidgeting with the bottom of your skirt. 

 While your shyness was endearing, Tsukishima had about enough of it. Rolling his eyes, he held his hand out to you, waiting impatiently for you to take it. 

 “You said you’d do anything, so come here.” He demanded again. “I’m not going to ask again.”

 You frowned slightly at his last statement, carefully placing your hand in his. 

 Sometimes you almost forgot just how big Tsukishima was, his hand completely dwarfed your own; his long fingers slid gently against the flesh of your palm before curling around your wrist, and then he yanked you. 

 A soft squeak escaped your lips as you all but fell into his lap. “H-Hey! What are you doing?”

 You felt like you could probably die with how red your face was right now. One hand was gripping one of his shoulders, while the other was being held above your head by his tight grasp. You were straddling him, your core pressed down tight to his lap. 

 “Tsukki…” you mumbled out shyly, hesitantly looking up at the tall male. He was already staring down at you, pupils blown wide with lust and his cheeks were flushed. 

 But why was he looking at you like that?

 Oh. 

 You felt it then. The growing hardness that was nestled between your legs. You could feel your heart in your throat, and your belly began aching with need.

 “Kiss me.” Tsukishima demanded suddenly.

 “W-What? No.” you whimpered, ignoring the way your stomach jumped and flipped when he released your hand and grabbed your waist tightly, tugging you closer to him. 

 “You said anything.” he reminded you quietly, gold eyes flickering down to your lips. 

 Damn it. He wasn’t wrong, you had said you’d do anything, and you weren’t the type of person to go back on your word no matter how ridiculous it was; or rather who it was.

 “Fine. But just one.” you said, trying to sound stern, but it came shakier than you had wanted. 

 Fuck what were you doing? 

 You had never imagined in a million years that you would be doing this with Tsukishima. Part of you was skeptical, maybe he was playing a cruel joke on you and was going to laugh in your face any moment. Or maybe… he harbored some kind of crush on you too. At least that’s what your other part was thinking. 

 You might have been taking too long to initiate the kiss, because suddenly he was grabbing the back of your neck and yanking you into a heated kiss.

 His lips were smooth and incredibly hot as they moved desperately against your own. Was kissing always like this? 

 Fuck you didn’t care; all thoughts went out the window as soon as his tongue found its way into your mouth. That muscle licked deep into your wet hole, tracing along your front teeth before eagerly massaging your tongue, coaxing you to battle against his own. 

 You gripped at the front of his shirt tightly, eyes squeezed shut as you fought to keep up with his mouth. 

 His kissing was maddening, it made you dizzy and desperate for more. His large hands began ghosting over your body, sliding down your neck and traveling along your back before gently squeezing your waist one more time before moving to the front of your body. Skilled fingers tugging at your blazer until it was thrown halfway across the room, and then settling on the buttons of your shirt. 

 Before you knew it, your school shirt was slowly falling down your shoulders, and you might have panicked and gotten embarrassed if it wasn’t for the fact that his large hands were now exploring the newly exposed skin. 

 It felt good, having his hands on your body. But it made you want more. 

 As if he had sensed this newfound need of yours, he suddenly pulled away from your lips, and instead began trailing open mouth kisses against your jaw and down your throat, softly sucking and biting where he could. 

 “Tsukki.” you whined; head thrown back as you gasped for air desperately. The ceiling was spinning as you stared up at the lights, trying to focus on anything other than the way he was kissing down your throat towards your chest. 

 A soft mewl escaped your lips as he began palming at your breasts, long fingers beginning to tug the straps of your bra down, eager for more skin. 

 “Kei.” he panted against your collarbone, nipping at the skin softly. “Call me Kei.”

 “Kei. Kei. Kei.” You breathed out, eyes fluttering shut as he began sucking at your skin. You knew there was going to be bruises, but you didn’t care. 

 All of this was so worth it.

 “Move your hips.” he murmured; the hands that were palming at your chest were now resting on the tops of your thighs, your skirt riding even higher. “Like this.” Tsukishima’s hands were now pressing into your hip bones, his fingers dancing along the elastic of your panties, and then he started moving you.

 Soft back and forth movements, but the friction had tears springing at the corners of your eyes. It felt too good. 

 “Shh.” He hushed you softly, pressing his lips against yours once again. You hadn’t even realized you were making noises until he kissed you, the soft whining sounds dying on your tongue.

 The kiss this time was lazy almost, Tsukishima was in no hurry at all. Almost like he was savoring it with the way his tongue was rubbing against yours. 

 The grip he had on your hips tightened, urging you to move faster. You could feel him more now; the clothing that separated you did nothing to conceal just how hard he was for you. 

 “Fuck… are you… you’re so wet.” he groaned, his fingers snapping the elastic of your panties against your skin. “You’re making a mess of my pants.”

 You whimpered softly, your arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders, your face pressed into his neck, as your hips continued to move back and forth against him. You were soaked through your panties, your body burning and aching for some kind of release. Anything he could give you; you would take.

 “Don’t say that.” you whined, eyes squeezing shut. 

 “Why? It’s the truth. Are you going to get off just from this?” He breathed. “I’ve barely even touched you and I can feel you seeping through my pants.” Tsukishima’s hands moved from your hips to your ass, squeezing and pulling at your soft mounds of flesh. 

 “That’s okay though, you can make it up to me by cumming.” he continued on, and then his movements changed. He was moving you faster, jerking you up and down and back and forth. The change of pace had your head spinning, your stomach tightening and legs trembling. 

 “Wait! Kei wait! I don’t - nggh! Ah!” the zipper of his pants grazed your swollen clit. This was all too much. He couldn’t do this to you, he couldn’t…

 “I’m getting impatient, Y/n. Hurry up.” he demanded, and continued grinding you against his zipper. 

 You were close. You were so fucking close that it almost hurt. All you could do was hold onto him and cry. 

 “That’s it.” he cooed, watching as you pulled your head back, your release traveling through your body, leaving you shaking and crying.

 You pressed your forehead against his chest, attempting to catch your breath as you came down from your high. Tsukishima rubbed at your back gently, his hands coming up to brush the sweaty hair away from your neck. 

 You could feel your body relaxing further into him, a strange sense of peace washing over you despite how unpeaceful the event that had just happened was. You could almost fall asleep; the tall blonde was a lot more comfortable than you had imagined.

 “I’m not done with you.” he said suddenly, yanking on your hair, not enough to hurt, but enough to get you to look up at him. 

 “What?” you asked. 

 He smirked down at you. “It’s not fair that you got all the pleasure. I’m nowhere near being done. Get on your knees.”

 You could feel your face burning at his words, your mind swimming with images that made your core tighten up once again.

 “I-I don’t think I can move.” You said quietly.