fwb!tsukishima suggests this "arrangement" out of nowhere. it feels like a joke when he first brings it up, but the more he explains it, the more it seems like a good idea. both of you have needs, but he's too busy with the sendai frogs and working part-time at the museum, and you're busy with work (and admittedly sick of going on shitty tinder dates). it makes sense, right?
fwb!tsukishima is attentive. he can sense your nerves the first time you sleep together, and immediately knows how to calm you down. your hesitance melts as he lightly traces circles on your thighs. he guides you to sit at the edge of his bed, and he kneels in front of you.
"is this okay?" he asks, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your shorts.
"yes."
"if you want to stop, we stop. that's completely fine."
you nod. he watches your reactions as he slowly pulls down your shorts. he tosses them aside, then gently spreads your legs. you watch with wide eyes as he traces the growing wet spot on your panties.
"has anyone ever eaten you out before?"
"yes, but i never really… came from it," you admit, heat rising to your cheeks.
you don't miss the way he smirks at that, "well, there's a first time for everything, yeah?"
he pushes your panties to the side and eats you out like a man starved. he listens to every whine and moan that escapes your mouth and pays attention to the way you grip his hair to make sure you have the best orgasm of your life.
fwb!tsukishima can't help but be a little mean at times, especially when you've both gotten a bit more comfortable with your arrangement. as much as you say otherwise, you absolutely love it (and he knows you do, too). he can tell with how your pussy tightens around him every time.
"you really skipped your work dinner because you wanted dick?" he tsks, gripping your hips as you ride him, "you're just desperate to get fucked, aren't you?
"tsukki— don't say— hnngh!" you whine. you're too far gone to even retort at this point, and he doesn't miss the way you squeeze his cock.
"you like that, huh? like being reminded what a slut you are for me?" he plants his feet on the bed, thrusting up into you, "say it. tell me how much you like it."
"i— fuck— i love it!"
"what do you love, baby?" he starts slamming deeper and deeper into you, making you let out an incoherent string of moans. you try your best to reply, but he's just pounding into you so good, it's hard to think.
"come on, don't tell me you can't even use your words now?" he grins, one hand moving up to pinch your nipple.
"mmm— i— hah— love being your slut!" you say, nails digging into his shoulders as you near your high.
"good. now, prove it. cum on my cock."
fwb!tsukishima has no idea what this feeling rising in his stomach is. all he knows is that he wants to punch the guy that's flirting with you right now. he breathes in through his nose and out through his mouth, trying to tear his gaze away from where you're seated to watch his game. he's better than this, he thinks. all he has to do is focus on his warm-ups and get through this game, and— wow are you actually laughing at something this guy is saying?
a whistle. a serve. a rally. a set. a game. the sendai frogs win 3-2, and tsukishima has never scored this many points in a single game before.
before you can properly congratulate him, he's already dragging you to the backseat of his car. he has you sprawled across his lap the moment you're both inside.
"eager to celebrate?" you tease.
he flips your skirt up and pulls your panties down, tracing his fingers down your wet folds, "something like that." he immediately pushes two fingers into you, curling them to hit your g-spot.
"oh my god— mmm— tsukki!" you grip onto his other arm, trying to ground yourself amidst the waves of pleasure already hitting you.
"that's it, be loud for me," he groans into your ear, plunging his fingers into you as his thumb circles your clit, "want you screaming my name when you cum."
and you do. he has you soaking his fingers in record time. he slowly pulls out, licking your wetness from his fingers before kissing the side of your neck. you feel how hard he is against your side and start reaching for his pants, but he stops you.
"but i want to congratulate you," you lightly trace his clothed cock, eyes sparkling and needy.
he nearly gives in (he usually does when you look at him like that), but then he remembers that asshole who made you laugh. "another time, i want tonight to be all about you. is that okay?"
you nod. he has you straddle him and lines himself up with your entrance. he slowly drags you down onto his cock, drawing gasps of pleasure from you. he tucks your hair behind your ear and leaves a kiss on your temple that feels a little too gentle for how you two usually do things.
"remember to let everyone know who's making you feel like this," he whispers, and he starts pounding up into you.
fwb!tsukishima has to keep reminding himself that you have this arrangement because he's too busy. yet, for the past week, he's been moving his schedule around just so he can see you. he reschedules dinners so you can come over, he rushes to your place after practice—he actually wants to make time for you.
"yeah, i think you're just into her," yamaguchi nods in the middle of their dinner-turned-breakfast catch-up (a victim of tsukishima's schedule adjustments), "just ask her out on a real date."
"i don't think she wants that. neither of us did," tsukishima sighs, sipping his coffee.
"well, now you do. maybe she changed her mind, too."
"but what if she doesn't want to?"
"and what if she does?" yamaguchi insists, "you know, nothing in your arrangement says that she has to come to your games. or to your exhibit openings. but she does—"
"because we're friends."
"because she cares about you," his best friend points out, "if you like her, tell her that."
fwb!tsukishima refuses to even admit that to himself until his birthday. he finds you standing at his doorstep, a small box from his favorite bakery in your hands.
"yams said the party was starting at 8," he says, confused but not necessarily upset that you're already here.
"i know, but i figured that—despite how much you love your friends—you'd want something a little quieter first," you explain.
he opens the door wider, letting you in. you open the small box and bring out a slice of his favorite cake, along with a small candle. he helps you find some matches for it and, once it's lit, you sing just the last line of the 'happy birthday' song (aware that he hates having to sit there while everyone's just singing the entire thing at him). he can't help the smile that spreads across his face as he blows out the candles.
"happy birthday, tsukki," you greet, "now if you need some 'recharge' time before the party, i can leave. but if you want some company, i have my clothes for later in my car, so i can hang out if you want. whatever you—"
"stay."
his voice is softer than intended. there's a flash of something he can't quite place that crosses your face, before you smile at him, "okay."
for the first time, you two just spend time together on his couch. he has you cuddled into his chest with jurassic park playing in the background, and he thinks you fit perfectly together. he thinks you could spend more weekends like this. he thinks he likes you more than he realizes.
fwb!tsukishima, for some reason, can't bring himself to sit you down and really tell you how he feels. instead, he tells you the sweetest things while he's balls deep inside you, things that people who are just casually fucking don't say to each other.
"that's it, darling, you look beautiful like this," he says, hooking your leg around his waist, "want to see my girl fall apart for me."
"i always do," you kiss his neck, "you always— mmh!— make me feel so good."
"and i always will, sweetheart."
"tsukki, you— hah— you can't say stuff like that."
"like what?" he asks. he knows exactly what you mean, but he's not about to deal with that today. not yet. right now he's focused on getting you to cream on his cock. he brings your leg higher, thrusting deeper into you as you arch.
"like— fuck, kei," you moan without realizing, your nails raking down his back, "s'good!"
he nearly cums at that. you've never called him kei before. "shit, say it again."
"what?"
he slows to a stop, fighting the urge to appease your disappointed whines. "say my name."
"tsukki?"
he shakes his head, and it clicks for you. you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him close, lips nearly touching.
"kei, please fuck me."
he crashes his lips onto yours, moving at an unreal pace. you're pressed against each other, as close as you've ever been, and you savor the way his body heat surrounds you. his thrusts are relentless, but his hands move so gently over your body, touching you with such reverence that you have no idea how to process how good everything feels.
fwb!tsukishima has never been more nervous in his life. he's standing outside your door, hyping himself up to knock on it and actually do what he came here to do. his friends convinced him to, in yachi's words, 'get his shit together and tell you how he feels'. he has a gift bag in your favorite color filled with some snacks, a lego set he thought you'd like to build together, and a bracelet he spent way too much time picking out. he's ready. he can do this. he—
the door unlocks.
"oh, hi!" you say when it opens, "what are you doing here?"
"hey," he starts awkwardly, "i… wanted to talk to you."
"oh, okay! let me just," you bend down to pick up the food delivery by his feet — how did he not notice that? — before inviting him in. you're about to move to the couch, but he stops you.
"sorry, i'm a little too nervous to sit down right now," he smiles sheepishly.
"is everything okay?"
"yeah, yes, everything's fine," he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper, unfolding it. you see his handwriting scrawled across it — some parts crossed out, others underlined. his eyes scan over it, and he lightly shakes his head before continuing, "you know what? you can read this another time, you'll probably get a kick out of it." he drops it into the gift bag, handing it to you.
"what's all this?" you take it, peeking at all the contents.
"for you. the others said i shouldn't confess empty-handed."
"what?" you ask. you tilt your head slightly, not sure if you heard him right.
he takes a deep breath, "i like you. a lot. i have for a while now."
you're quiet as the full force of what he's saying hits you. he likes you. he actually likes you.
having had enough of the silence (he's internally freaking out), he coughs lightly, "look, you don't have to say anythi—"
"i like you, too."
"really?" he asks.
"i thought i was being a bit obvious, to be honest," you laugh, walking up to wrap your arms around him. his arms immediately find their way around your waist, hands resting on your lower back to pull you closer.
you like him. you actually like him back. he honestly can't believe it. he never thought he'd get to this point, but he's so damn happy he's here now. he presses a kiss to your forehead, your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth.
"kei!" you laugh as he peppers kisses all over your face, and he swears it's the most beautiful thing he's ever heard.
"you better be ready," he smiles, "i'm going to take you out on the best dates and you're going to love what i have planned for when i properly ask you to be my girlfriend, which will be happening soon."
"you're really raising my expectations here," you raise an eyebrow.
he smiles, softly pressing his lips to yours, "anything for my girl."
