#*not sfw

“Tapas.” He raises a brow. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”

kei tsukishima x reader. drabble. song: cake by the ocean. warning: heavily implied not sfw.

“you’re a real life fantasy, you’re a real life fantasy~”

“[name].” kei groans into what feels like the void. his eyes roll in annoyance on their own, at this rate; he’s convinced it’s become a habit around you, for better or for worse.

“but you’re moving so carefully, let’s start living dangerously…” you draw closer, having to stand on your tiptoes just to position yourself mere inches from his flushed ear.

an eyebrow quirks. “…what?”

“talk to me, baby!”

kei nearly jumps at your suddenly scream, but you're quick to silence his protests with an index finger placed atop his lips. your lips curl. “i’m going blind from this sweet, sweet craving, whoa~”

“…for the last time, that song isn’t about cake—“ you flick his nose, happy when it shuts him right up. his glare seems to deepen at that, but his display of animosity doesn’t deter you in the slightest. 

leaning closer, your lips all but brush against his ear lobe.

he’s getting dizzy.

“let’s lose our minds and go fucking-crazy~” you breathe lust, and he wants to ravish it right then. but you’re such a tease, letting your hand trail down his torso before leaving his hips altogether. he goes to speak, to protest against his better judgement, but you’re already skipping away, poised to leave the room before he locks you in and jumps you—

but not before turning back with a wink.

“i know~”