Third Year First Years……

Tsukkiyama x Girlfriend 💗💋

I head cannon Tsukishima is absolutely a horn dog, it’s always the reserved, quiet ones who have the most unsuspecting libido (I say as a quiet, reserved woman with a huge sex drive) like you’d think he’s completely uninterested in sex but no no, If only everyone knew what was in his mind. He gives me huge closet pervert vibes. taking peeks up your skirt when you bend over or sneaking glances at your cleavage when it’s summer. Totally says things in his head in reply to you instead of what actually comes from his lips.

“tsukishima can you help me with these balls?”

hm no but you can help me with mine “sure”

when you finally get that far with him you’re sure you’re delusional. Expecting a soft, relatively quiet and vanilla guy but then you’re bent over his bed with your underwear shoved in your mouth and him pounding into you from behind, spilling filthy words into your ear. You see his true nature.

⩩  𝘺𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘵𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴 // ꒰ 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑙 ꒱

TsukiYama~Humiliation

Summary:

Tsuki isn’t just being mean when he teases Yamaguchi.

Ao3 Tags:

Humiliation, Verbal Humiliation, Master/Pet, Pet Names, Pet Play, Dirty Talk, Degradation, Puppy Play, Puppy Yamaguchi, Kinktober 2020

It had been a long ass week for Yamaguchi to say the least. 

Between tests, practices, a particularly rough game against Aoba Johsai, and now he just couldn't seem to do the float serve he worked so hard on no matter how many times he tried. 

The team was supportive, and while he appreciated it, he just wanted someone to call him out on his screw ups and he knew just the person for it. 

"Tsuki~" Yamaguchi mumbled into Tsukishima's back as he hugged the tall blonde from behind in the club room.

"Tough week, Yams?" Tsukishima sighed, glancing around before smiling softly at the smaller when he saw they were alone, turning around in his arms to pet his green hair.

Yamaguchi nodded into Tsuki's chest now, leaning into the attention. "Are you busy tonight?"

"Hmmm…" Tsukishima hummed as he fished his phone out and pretended to check it. "Nope. All yours, Yams. Wanna give me the details now or on the way to yours?" 

"You saw everything that happened," he greenette pouted. 

"Called out or comforted though?" 

Yamaguchi's freckles stuck out against his flush as he hid in the blonde's chest. "...Called out." 

Tsukishima gave one of his condescending smirks as he pulled Yamaguchi's head back by his hair. "Then you're going to tell me every little detail of how much you fucked up before I go any further. Understood?" 

Yamaguchi nodded his head quickly with a whimper. "Yes, Tsuki." 

Tsuki let go of his hair and stepped out of his hold. "Good. Now grab our stuff and let's go." 

The greenette scrambled to do as he was told, happy to have a task he couldn't mess up as he slung a gym bag and backpack on either shoulder. "Ready!" 

"Then hurry up." Tsukishima tsked, already walking out the club room door.

Yamaguchi hurried to follow, keeping just behind Tsuki as they went. "Thank you, Tsuki," he whispered.

He saw Tsuki's head tilt either way before he glanced behind him with a soft smile. "No problem, Yams. I'd rather be the one to take you apart than letting you do it yourself. You don't know when to stop."

Yamaguchi chuckled lightly, knowing the blonde was right. If he was left to his own devices, he'd spiral into a pit of anxiety and misplaced guilt so he was glad the other was willing to help. 

"Now start talking." Tsukishima ordered as they continued to Yamaguchi's house. "The sooner you get it out there, the sooner we can start." 

"R-right!" Yamaguchi grinned before he began filling the silence with all the things he felt went wrong that week. 

Tsukishima just let him talk, giving the occasional hum when the other stopped for air. He knew Yamaguchi well enough at this point for the smaller boy to not even need to tell him, but these things tended to go smoother when Yamaguchi got it all out and felt he had something to be punished for. Tsukishima didn't really agree, but whatever helped his Yams feel better. 

They reach Yamaguchi's house just as he was finishing up so Tsukishima retrieved the spare key from the flower pot and let the two inside. "Parents?" 

"Gone for the weekend."

"Good. So no deadline." Tsukishima nodded, taking his school jacket off and tossing it on a hook. “You know the drill.”

“Y-yes, Tsuki!” Yamaguchi stammered as he put their bags down by the door before running to his room. “Um, do you want food too by the way?”

“If I get to see you in that apron again.” Tsukishima smirked when he saw how red Yamaguchi’s ears and neck turned.

“Tsuki!” Yamaguchi whined even as he grabbed said apron as he walked by the kitchen. He wasn’t actually complaining, just embarrassed. He liked how domestic Tsukishima could be even if it was still sexy. 

“Questioning me?”

“Never.”

“Didn’t think so. Now hurry up before I get bored.”

“Yes, Tsuki!” Yamaguchi nodded before pausing again. “Um, anything you want me to do?”

“Hmmm.” Tsukishima thought about it for a moment, going over what Yamaguchi had told him earlier about the mood he was in. “I’m guessing you don’t want to think or deal with shit so I guess get your tail and ears, puppy.”

The blonde could practically already see Yamaguchi’s tail wagging and it wasn’t even in yet. ‘Guessed it right I see.’

“O-okay, Tsu-”

“And no more talking unless it’s to safe word.”

Yamaguchi nodded his head before turning back around and heading down the hall. 

Tsukishima heard some ruckus a moment later so he assumed Yamaguchi was digging in his closet for the toys. The tail Yams had picked when he borrowed Akiteru’s card under blackmail was pretty sizable so Tsuki figured he had some time as he took his shirt off before deciding to start his homework.

The blonde heard some whimpers and small moans come down the hall a few minutes later and knew he was being fucked with. ‘He’s been around me far too long if he thinks he can get away with being a little tease. Or maybe he just wants his brains fucked out? Probably both honestly.’

Tsukishima was just finishing science when a pair of greenish brown ears peaked out from under the table and a head rested on his lap with a whine.

Tsukishima couldn’t help the fond smile he directed at the brown puppy eyes staring up at him. 

“Are you sure you deserve attention right now?” Tsuki hummed, tapping his textbook with his pencil. “Good puppies don’t barely pass their science test after all.”

Yamaguchi increased the puppy-eyes look with an absolutely pitiful whine that, when combined with the flush on the smaller’s cheeks, made Tsukishima wonder if he himself would make it through dinner. 

Tsuki just rolled his eyes, however, as he pet the green tinted locks. “Tsk, fine. A pass is still a pass. Just stop acting acting like such a bitch in heat.” He was fully aware he had no room to talk.

Yamaguchi’s cheeks darkened, but he leaned into the blonde’s touch all the same when the taller pet his hair.

Tsukishima chuckled at the other’s actions with a “Cute” as he scribbled down the final answer before closing his science book. “So food?”

Yamaguchi flushed harder at being called cute, but nodded when Tsukishima asked about food. Crawling out from under the table and standing up to reveal the incredibly domestic apron that Tsuki seemed to appreciate so much, the blue collar that read ‘Pipsqueak’ in gold, and the tail that matched his ears when he turned around to look in the fridge. 

Tsukishima hated the reason why Yamaguchi needed this but god damn if he didn’t love helping him as he watched the tail wag with the pinch server’s movements as he moved around the kitchen. 

Yamaguchi put some veggies in a pan on the stove as he added meat to another with sauce. He went to get bowls and utensils while the food did its thing. Once it was done and combined, he put the food in the two bowls and brought it to the table. He paused when he reached Tsuki’s side, tilting his head and giving a questioning whine.

“Puppies don’t eat at the table, do they?” Tsukishima hummed with a smirk as he rested his chin on his hand.

Yamaguchi shook his head as his face flushed again before setting Tsuki’s bowl on the table and his on the floor near the blonde’s feet before he handed him his utensils and took off the apron. 

Tsukishima hummed a thanks as Yamaguchi kneeled in front of his food to begin eating, face red as he did so but digging in none the less, grateful he was at least allowed to use utensils since Tsuki didn’t like the mess. 

They ate in relative silence aside from Yamaguchi’s occasional whine and panting as his current position made his tail brush his prostate every now and then. 

The feeling was obviously winding Yamaguchi up, but the sounds were driving Tsukishima absolutely crazy as he tried to focus solely on finishing his meal so they could get to dessert. 

He barely managed when he caught a shiver running down Yams’ spine out of the corner of his eye and he was grateful that all that was left in his bowl was sauce as he stood up to put his bowl in the sink.

“Clean those up when you’re done then come to your room. We’re gonna see if your receiving has improved so to speak.” Tsukishima ordered as he walked out of the kitchen and to Yams’ room to clear his head for a second so he could give his Yams what he needed.

Watching his pup get off on his own tail was not helping. 

Yamaguchi nodded, a whine leaving him as he sat up to acknowledge Tsuki and he caught a glimpse of fire in the other’s gold eyes at the sound. 

‘Good thing it’s Friday.’ Yamaguchi thought as he finished up and did as he was told, a gasp escaping him when he got up and the plug shifted once more. ‘Get the big plug, I said. It’ll feel good, I said. Yeah, too good, you idiot. I have to be a good boy, and wait until Tsuki says I can.’ He scolded himself as he put the bowls on the drying rack.

“Hurry up, puppy!” Tsukishima snapped from down the hall.

Yamaguchi gave a little yip as he scampered down the hall to follow Tsukishima’s order, stopping in the doorway of his room for the next. 

“No more standing.”

Yamaguchi dropped to his knees immediately.

He saw the look in Tsuki’s eyes again and whimpered, making sure the blonde could see the tail wag behind him.

“Fucking hell, Yams,” Tsukishima groaned. “The death of me I swear to god.”

Yamaguchi couldn’t help the proud grin on his face as he yipped. 

Tsukishima raised an eyebrow. “When did you become so cocky?”

The greenette just tilted his head as he looked the blonde up and down.

“Okay, smart ass. For that you can get off on my leg. Only good puppies receive.”

If the ears were real they would have drooped as Yamaguchi whined in indignation. 

“Do you want it to be a stuffie again?”

Yamaguchi’s face reddened once more as he remembered the last time he disobeyed enough to actually annoy Tsuki and was forced to hump one of the blonde’s dinosaur plushies until he came like a dog in heat before licking it clean. It had been humiliating, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t see stars when he came.

“Holy shit, you’re actually considering it aren’t you.” Tsukishima scoffed when Yamaguchi didn’t respond right away.

Yams’ face was burning now as he quickly shook his head with a whimper. 

“Surrre,” Tsukishima rolled his eyes. “Whatever. We both know you’re no better than a simple bitch in heat. Willing to do anything I say as long as you get to cum aren’t you?”

Yamaguchi was panting a little even as he tried to whine in denial, the sound just coming out more desperate than anything.

Tsukishima smirked as he motioned for Yams’ to come closer, pulling him by the ring of his collar once he was. “To think Ennoshita-senpai passed on the captain position for next year to you just last week. What would the precious junior think if they could see you now.”

Yamaguchi whimpered, following Tsukishima’s previous order without actually meaning to, moaning lightly when he finally got some friction to his poor leaking cock.

“Look at you, humping my leg to the thought of getting humiliated in front of everyone. Bad enough you sweated off the makeup covering your hickeys last year, but now you really want to parade the fact that you’re my bitch.” Tsukishima whispered into Yamaguchi’s red ear, smirking when this ripped another moan from the shorter. 

“Look at you, so desperate just from being called out. Makes me wonder, you know? There’s no way someone as good at volleyball as you was actually messing up that bad. You just wanted me to punish you didn’t you?” He was determined to add some sort of praise in there for his poor Yams’ self esteem even if it was kind of backhanded. 

“T-tsuki,” Yamaguchi whimpered before his eyes shot open in fear when he realized he spoke.

Tsukishima pulled his head back by his green tinted locks to glare at him. “Did the puppy just talk?”

Yamaguchi whined at the rough treatment, furiously shaking his head as best he could with Tsuki’s hold on his hair and whimpering in denial.

“Yams,” Tsukishima tsked. “You know I don’t like liars.”

Yamaguchi slumped before slowly nodding, whining in apology.

“So not only did you disobey me, but you tried to lie to me about it too?” Tsukishima glared, tightening his hold on Yamaguchi’s hair and smirking at the small moan it got him that quickly turned into a distressed whimper when he moved his leg out of Yamaguchi’s reach. “That doesn’t sound like a puppy that deserves to cum does it?”

Yamaguchi whimpered, trying his puppy eyes again, and dammit if Tsuki wasn’t weak for them, but he couldn’t just give in. Yamaguchi asked for this persona after all. 

“Nope, you’re not going to cute your way out of this. I do want to cum some time tonight though so I’ll settle with you’re not allowed to until I say. Understood?”

Yamaguchi grinned, just happy he’ll get to cum at all and nodded quickly. 

Tsukishima smirked at Yamaguchi’s actions as he hummed, considering what to do with his puppy. ‘He’s not great with his mouth like this but there’s definitely something hot about Yams lapping at my cock like its his last meal, but I could also just fuck him into oblivion? He’s definitely more open in his reactions when he’s looking to be embarrassed. Hmmm, both? Nah, I won’t last long enough for both, especially if he keeps looking at me like that. We have all weekend, I’ll just fuck him for now.’

“On the bed, puppy.” Tsukishima finally decides, snickering when Yams immediately scrambles to obey

Yamaguchi kneels on the bed on his elbows and knees, already knowing he’d be fucked off his hands as he rests his face on the pillow and gives Tsuki half lidded puppy eyes behind him. 

‘This little shit,” Tsukishima internally groans at the look Yams’ is giving him as he wiggles his ass a little to make the tail way. ‘The fucking death of me!’

Despite his inner gay panic, Tsukishima feigns indifference as he moves behind Yams, smirking lightly when he moves the tail a little and Yams moans into the pillow.

“Look at you, so ready and desperate to be fucked. I could probably just sit back here and fuck you with your tail and you’d cum just like the bitch you are wouldn’t you?” 

Yamaguchi hides his face in the pillow, whimpering before he wiggles his ass a little and lets out a cut off moan.

“As I thought. Too bad you’re not allowed to come until I say so otherwise I might be tempted.” Tsukishima snickers as Yams moans when he pumps the tail in and out a few times before pulling it out all together, earning a whine at that point.

“Shhh, puppy. I’ve got you.” Tsukishima hums as he snatches the lube Yamaguchi left on the nightstand earlier and adds just a little more lube to Yamaguchi’s hole. “God that tail really is unnecessarily big isn’t it? I wish you could see it. Your little hole back here, twitching desperately begging to be filled by my cock just like you’d be if you were allowed to talk. My little cock slut.”

Yamaguchi whimpers, refusing to look back to meet the blonde’s gold eyes as his ears burn.

“You know I’m right.” Tsukishima snickers as he pushes two fingers in after the lube to make sure the shorter is open enough, humming in satisfaction before he finally takes his boxers of to lube his cock. “Don’t worry, I’ll fill you up much better than that stupid plug. Fuck you so good you won’t even remember you can speak. You’ll just be my good little obedient bitch. How does that sound, Yams?”

Yamaguchi lets out a moan in response, thrusting back on air, silently begging for Tsuki to fuck him like he promised. 

Tsukishima just chuckled lowly as he lubed his cock as well before lining up and sliding the tip in slowly, choking on air a bit when Yamaguchi thrust back again and sucked more of him in than either were expecting given how Yams moaned.

“Fuck, Yams. Patience, puppy.” Tsukishima cursed, grabbing Yams’ hips to keep him still.

Yamaguchi whined as though begging, trying to thrust back again.

“Keep it up, and I’ll grab the leash.” Tsukishima warned only to roll his eyes when all his threat did was earn him a moan. “Horny bitch.”

Yamaguchi panted lightly, not even denying it. 

“Just for that, nevermind. There’s no point if you’ll like it anyway.” Tsukishima huffed as he slid in more, actually bottoming out fairly quickly thanks to the stretch from the tail. “We’re getting you a smaller tail. It’s still tight, but I don’t like feeling like I’m getting sloppy seconds.”

Yamaguchi moaned as he was filled before giving a small growl at what Tsuki said.

Tsukishima raised an eyebrow. “What was that, cock slut?”

A challenging eye peaked over Yamaguchi’s shoulder, but there was no other sound. 

“Don’t think I didn’t see that look, pipsqueak. I don’t know where you get the gall, but I think it’s time to put you in your place.” 

His eyebrows shot up when Yamaguchi had the nerve to huff at him. ‘This little-?! Don’t threaten his toys! Got it! Dramatic ass.’

“Why you little.” Tsukishima pulled almost all the way out before immediately slamming back in, reveling in the keening moan this pulled out of Yamaguchi.

“Do - thrust - Not - thrust - Test - thrust - Me!” Tsukishima growled into the greenette’s ear, earning a desperate whimper.

Yamaguchi cried out when Tsukishima found his prostate and clung to the pillow under him when the blonde continued to abuse that spot. He thrust back to meet Tsuki’s thrusts, panting as he began placing kisses and bites along Yams’ back and shoulders, careful to make them hideable. 

They both liked having the marks of ownership, but Tanaka and Noya were absolute menaces so they had to stay hidden until the numbskulls graduated now that Asahi-senpai wasn’t here to keep Noya in line. 

Tsukishima groaned, growling slightly when Yams’ squeezed around his cock before he pulled him back by the collar to have the shorter sitting in his lap and bouncing him on his cock. 

Yamaguchi moaned at the change in position before crying out when Tsuki found his prostate again and went back to abusing it.

“Hmm, much better. No more hiding those cute sounds in the pillow. Come on, Yams. Let the whole neighborhood hear how good I fuck you.” Tsukishima basically purred into Yamaguchi’s ear as he peppered kisses down his freckled neck.

Yams panted, clinging to the hands around his collar and stomach for some kind of support as he bounced on Tsuki’s cock, moaning like the bitch in heat he was accused of being.

“Speak, puppy. I wanna hear you beg for me.” The blonde smirked, nipping Yams’ earlobe.

Yamaguchi didn’t need to be told twice. “Tsukiiii~ Please! Moree~! I want master’s cock, please~!”

Tsukishima groaned, pausing, “Turn around so you’re facing me.”

Yams whined when he stopped, but moved quickly to do as he was told so the blonde could continue ASAP.

Tsukishima moved just slightly so he would have better leverage on the bed and thanked his past self for liking a sport that required so much leg strength. “Put your hands on my chest, puppy.” He waited until Yams did as he was told and smirked at the curious look the greenette was giving him. “Good, puppy.” Tsuki hummed before stretching his arms behind him for support and using those leg muscles to slam up into his Yams at an absolutely unforgiving pace.

Yamaguchi almost collapsed onto the blonde’s chest as his eyes rolled back and he moaned. The position gave the blonde just the right angle and had Yams rambling absolute nonsense. 

“Tsuki~ Oh my god fucking shit! There! Yesss~ Tsukiiii~ AHhhhh! More~ Please~! Wreck me master, please! AhhhhHhhhh~”

Yamaguchi was squeezing his cock perfectly, making Tsukishima groan as he sped up the pace, nearing his release. “Fuck Yams…”

“Tsuki~ Please I’m so close! Please let me cum! Please Tsuki please~!”

Tsukishima growled, shifting just enough to allow him to grab the ring of Yams’ collar and pull him down to glare him in the eyes. “You will not cum until after I do. Only when that perky ass of yours is nice and full are you allowed to cum. Understand?” 

Yamaguchi moaned, nodding quickly. “Yes, master.”

Tsuki let go of Yams’ collar, quickly putting his arm down so he didn’t fall. “Good boy.”

Yams moaned at the praise, squeezing around Tsuki again and making the blonde curse as he sped up his admittedly staggered pace. 

Lucky for Yams, Tsuki wasn’t far either, a few more hard thrust making his arms give out as he fell to the bed when he came hard in the greenette, grabbing Yams’ hips so neither got hurt when he went down.

Yamaguchi moaned loudly at the feeling of being filled, his own cock dripping, but managing to hold off his own orgasm until Tsuki gave him permission.

Tsukishima laid on the bed, panting and dazed, but came back to himself a bit when he heard a desperate whimper above him. “Shit, sorry, baby.” He cursed, as he wrapped his hand around Yamaguchi’s neglected cock. “Whenever you’re ready, Yams.” 

Tsuki’s permission was all it took before Yamaguchi was cumming across the blonde’s chest, some making it to his chin as he stroked the greenette through his orgasm.

If Tsukishima hadn’t had the foresight to place a hand on Yamaguchi’s shoulder, he would’ve immediately collapsed right into his own mess, but instead was left to just smile at Tsukishima sappily as he panted.

Tsukishima smiled softly up at Yams. “Better, Yams?”

Yamaguchi nodded, sleepily. “Thank you, Tsuki.”

“Anytime, Yams. Now let’s get you into the bath shall we?” The blonde hummed as he slowly helped Yams off of him.

Yamaguchi whined out of overstimulation, before curling into Tsukishima’s side when he was set down. “Noooo~. Cuddle now, bath later.”

“Yams, your cum is literally on my chin and chest and mine is in your ass . This is not up for negotiation.” Tsukishima sighed, petting the other’s green locks.

Yams looked up at him with puppy dog eyes and Tsuki sighed again. “I’ll take the bath with you and we can cuddle in the tub. Sound good?”

Yamaguchi grinned now, nodding. “Thank you, Tsuki!”

Tsukishima just rolled his eyes, but Yams caught the smile. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Come on. Can you stand?”

Yamaguchi waited until Tsukishima stood up before trying to do the same only for his legs to wobble and straight up give out when he tried to take a step. “That would be a no.” 

Tsukishima caught him when he started falling. “No shit. Come here.” He huffed as he awkwardly slung Yamaguchi’s arm over his shoulder, knowing Yams was still too tall for him to carry. 

“Thank you, Tsuki~” Yams smiled into the blonde’s neck, giggling when Tsuki’s ears turned pink.

“Whatever.” The blonde huffed. “Bath Time.”

“I love you, Tsuki.”

“Love you too, Yams.” The blonde responded without hesitation, smiling softly. That was a fact he couldn’t hide if he tried. Not that he’d ever want to.

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It’s one of those phone calls that you hope goes to voicemail. 

Hey, Tadashi, just wanted to let you know that Kei and I were coming to get the car and boxes tomorrow. Sorry it’s been there for so long. That’s all it had to be. You’re repeating it in your head, waiting for the polite message and tone to come. 

It doesn’t.

You don’t remember what Tadashi says when he answers the phone, don’t even know if he said anything at all. You pull the phone away from your ear, making sure that he didn’t answer and hang up or that the space between the rings isn’t just skipping. The numbers are counting up, seemingly slower than seconds typically pass by. 

“Hey, Tadashi,” you start. You should have practiced or wrote a script or something, because any words, phrases, questions in your mind are gone now, leaving Tadashi to pick up the pieces once again.

If it weren’t for the tiny breath from the otherside of the phone, you might’ve hung up waiting for a response. He mutters your name first, practically lost by the hestiance and heaviness of the word. “Are you calling about coming to pick up your car?”

“Right, yea, I’m so sorry we left it there and haven’t, uh, been back to get it. We kinda just wanted to give you time because of everything and didn’t want to, yknow, rush anything or give you any trouble or-” you’re rambling on, nervous to stop. Kei rests his hand on your lower back just to let you know that he’s there. 

“It’s fine, really, just, are you guys coming to pick it up?” he asks, interrupting your nervous spiel.

“Yes,” you reply, knowing that you have so much more to say, but not ready to say any of it. After being so intimate with him and Kei, you’d think that it would be easier to talk, like everything’s already been out on the table. It’s not until Kei raises his eyebrows, lets his thumb graze under your shirt and against your skin that you actually get the words out. “Do you think we could come in, too?”

Tadashi isn’t stupid. He has to know what you’re implying or, at the very least, know that the two of you want to talk with him. Kei is staring at you, the room is dead silent, and every second that Tadashi doesn’t answer is more confirmation that you’ve just made a fool of yourself. 

You’re about to take it back, to backpedal without remorse in an attempt to salvage civility, but Tadashi clears his throat, unknowingly interrupting you. “Yeah, that would be okay.” 

Almost too stunned to speak, you’re sure that the surprise was written across your face. “O-Okay, yeah.” It’s heavy in your throat, banging at the back of your teeth, you want to ask, clarify, make sure that you’re on the same page, but you also feel like you should quit while you’re ahead. Kei’s confusion turns to understanding when you give him a wide-eyed, short nod. 

“Alright,” Tadashi replies, but still doesn’t hang up. 

Tsukishima doesn’t grab the phone from you, but he talks loud enough for his voice to make it through the receiver. “Like last time?” 

“Like last time,” Tadashi confirms quickly. “I’ve gotta go, but I’ll see you guys tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah, for sure, see you then,” you reply, “Looking forward to it, Dashi.” You can faintly hear the hitch in his breath followed by the low clear of his throat. 

“Me too.” Click.

You bring the phone down from your ear. The weight on your chest isn’t as unbearable with the assumptions off the table. There’s still a lingering force quickening your heartbeat, but at least you can breathe for now. 

“Thanks,” you say, looking up at Kei.

He shrugs. “That’s what I’m here for, bluntness.”

“And doing the hard things that I can’t,” you scoff. 

He bends down, pressing a kiss onto your forehead and pushing your hair out of your face. “Definitely not all the time. It’s probably like half and half,” Kei says and then tilts his head, “Mm, maybe 60/40.”

You nod, “Yeah, but that seems pretty fair to me.” You pull back, wiping your palms on your pants. “I should bring the thing, right?”

“Why else did we buy it?”

“No, I know, I guess I’m just nervous,” you admit.

“No reason to be. You’ll be great and Tadashi will love it, you know that,” Kei reassures you. 

In theory, you did know that. If you really thought about it, you knew that. The evidence backs it up, the reciprocation in excitement backs it up, and yet you can’t help but doubt the ideas that have been swarming your head since that night. 

The entire walk to Tadashi’s feels heavy, steps dragging, bag weighted, Kei’s hand in yours evident. So many thoughts are taking place in your head. You try to rid them, but you can’t. The conversation from that night is on repeat in your mind. Maybe it’s a good thing, maybe it’ll make you more decisive, maybe the repetition will hammer in these clouded thoughts. 

You thought that the first time coming back felt weird, but coming back the second time comes with a mix of eerie comfort and looming taboo. 

It’s a blur, really, Tadashi answering the door, inviting you inside. You remember the small things like taking off your shoes and placing them neatly next to the spot that you used to every single day and when you shake your head no at Tadashi politely asking if you want a glass of water or cup of tea. The rest of it is lost, second to the anticipation and the thought in the back of your mind to book it out the front door.

You are sitting on the couch. Kei is sitting next to you. Somehow everything in your head is talking at once and they’re your thoughts, but you can’t make out a single one. 

You want to just skip to the part of the night that doesn’t feel like this anymore - fidgeting just to calm your nerves, the three of you sitting in a small circle like a meeting with stale coffee, no eye contact, barely allowing yourself to breathe. Kei’s hand hovers over to yours, slowly, trying not to bring attention to itself, not for his sake or even Tadashi’s, but for yours. His grasp wraps around your fidgeting fingers, his intertwining with yours like they were meant to be there. 

In a matter of seconds, you catch Tadashi’s eyes as they flicker from the intertwined hands in your lap to your eyes back to your hands and then down at his own. You can’t get a long enough look at his face to see the emotion, but you don’t really need a long look to tell you that Tadashi is feeling more nervous than you are now, as if that’s even possible.

How hard would this have been without Kei sitting here right next to you? Without Kei throughout this entire process? Tadashi doesn’t have that, doesn’t get the sweet hand hold or the supportive presence. He deserves it, though. 

You take the first step, hands shaking, breath unsteady as you stand up and move towards Tadashi. You don’t know what to say once you are right in front of him, so you opt for silence. Instead, you take this time to regulate your breathing and focus on the emotions in Tadashi’s face that you couldn’t find before.

All of the doubt that you had last night (and a few seconds ago, for that matter) is fading away. Now that he’s sitting here in front of you, now that you can see the soft features on his face, can feel Kei’s assuring presence behind you, can watch the way that Tadashi waits for your next sentence, patient and attentive. Your hand moves slowly as you reach to cup Tadashi’s face, directing his attention and testing the waters. 

Banging against your sternum, your heart feels like it’s going to burst out of your chest. It doesn’t calm on contact or when Tadashi leans into the touch ever so slightly and it gets much worse when the words tumble out of your mouth. You can’t help them, seeing how pretty Tadashi looks in front of you, getting flashbacks from last week, remembering how good he was for you.

“Can I kiss you?”

You don't know if this sentence takes Kei by surprise, don’t dare to look back or show an ounce of hesitation in front of Tadashi. Besides, at this moment, you’re more concerned about Tadashi, the way you can see the emotions clearly now, but you still can’t read them very well for the sake of how fast they’re changing. But you can read the nod, though slight, of Tadashi’s head after a beat of contemplation. 

The kiss is sweet, warm. You have to bend down a bit more than you’re anticipating, but that only means you get to tilt his head up, bring his lips closer to yours, thumb gently pushing on the underside of his chin, fingers resting against his neck in a way that you can feel his harsh swallow as soon as you pull away. His eyes are wide, struck with something bordering wonderment, and you are drinking it in. 

This has to be exactly what Kei felt like on the night that started it all. 

There’s a surge of confidence for the first time since your last visit, like it’s no longer testing the waters, because you know exactly why the three of you are here. You’re not sure that Tadashi knows, but somehow that makes you feel even more assured, like he’s depending on you to guide him through the night. 

And it really does feel like history repeating itself.

Still, it doesn’t matter how much you see yourself in Tadashi right now and how that means that if he is you then you would be Kei and how you know that if Kei were standing where you’re standing right now, things would unfold a lot differently. Despite the lingering pressure of this new role you’re embodying, you have to ask.

It comes out sweet, warm like the kiss you shared moments ago. “You’re okay with all of this?”

Tadashi’s nod is a touch more certain than the previous, but you follow it up nonetheless. “And it’s alright that I don’t keep asking if it’s alright?” you ask. He nods again. “If something is getting too much or you’re starting to feel uncomfortable, just say yellow.” God, saying it aloud brings you back. You remember that Kei had started touching you, kissing you at this point, but all you want to do is stare at Tadashi, see the understanding and attention. “If something is too much and you want to stop immediately, then say red and we’ll stop, make sure you’re okay.” 

He nods again, but not one curt nod like the rest of them, more desperate, repetitive, like he wants you to stop talking, not because he doesn’t care, but because he knows what’s ahead and he wants it to come faster. You give in, moving your hand down his shoulder, leaning in to press your lips against his ear. “If you can’t breathe, mouth full, can’t verbally communicate, just 3 nice hard taps against me or Kei and we’ll stop.”

A whimper slips out from between his teeth in lieu of a nod, but you want to hear it in stumbling confirmation. “Understand?” mhm “Say it. Need to hear you say it, Dashi.” 

“Yea- I mean, yea, yes. I understand.”

You stand up straight, towering over top of Tadashi. “I’m in control tonight.” You’re not sure how Kei looks behind you, taller than you, you know that, but you wonder if his height makes you look less in control than you feel. You wonder if his facial expression is making Tadashi doubt your dominance over the situation. You didn’t really talk about this, Kei and you, not in detail, not about power dynamics. Truthfully, if you had, you’re not sure you would be in this position right now.

It’s comfortable for you to be right between Kei and Tadashi in the order of power, but to declare that you’re in control, not just of Tadashi, but just in general, it’s stepping out of your comfort zone. 

“Y-You?” Tadashi asks innocently enough, eyes flitting from you to just behind you where you know that Kei is standing. Part of you, the safe part, wants to quiet down, wait for Kei to answer for you, to either protect you or scoff at the notion. That part of you doesn’t win. 

Rather, you bend down again, eyes level with Tadashi’s. “If that’s a problem, I can leave instead.”

“No, it’s not- I’m not- I didn’t- I’m sorry!” he starts immediately.

“Don’t question me again or I’ll leave,” you repeat. 

“I won’t. I won’t.” Tadashi says, not a promise, but you believe it like one. 

You turn around, look up at Kei. There’s still that voice inside of you looking for his permission, for his approval. You don’t think that will ever go away. This little voice inside of you comes through in the form of a silent question. If it were anyone else on the receiving end you’d think it’d get lost in translation. Am I doing okay?

“What do you want me to do?” Kei asks plainly, unwavering, like it’s not completely left field for him to be asking you for direction. It’s the perfect answer to your question. 

You’re not exactly sure how you’re going to get through this night. You’re exhausted already and you haven’t even really given a command yet. You figure, however, that the best mantra to get you through the night is to just continue to ask for things that you really want. What do you want him to do? 

You go with your first instinct and though your voice isn’t as strong as you want it to be, it feels good leaving your mouth. “I want you to carry me upstairs, want Tadashi to follow. And I want to be placed nicely on the bed.”

Kei moves immediately, hoisting you up and letting you wrap your arms around his neck. There’s no hesitance to just doing what he’s told. You assume, for now at least, that it’s because the tasks aren’t too demanding or degrading. You’ll be waiting for backlash for the rest of the night. 

You don’t have to direct any of the demands to Tadashi. He hears you and he listens, waiting just enough time to give you a breath of space and then following you like a puppy. By the time Tadashi enters the room, Kei is placing you, exactly as you asked, nice and gentle on the bed. 

It’s so much different than normal. Kei is always attentive, always makes sure that you’re taken care of, but it’s so different . His hands follow your body as he lies you down, making sure that there is a cushion of his palm between each inch and the bed as it comes in contact. God, you wish you could feel it on your skin. 

“Am I allowed to kiss you?” Kei asks. You can’t detect any amount of snide smirk or tone, have to take it as sincere despite months and months of experiences screaming in your head. Your stomach is in knots and you want to say yes just because he asked, but making him wait feels like it’ll have a better payoff in the end. 

“Not yet,” you say, low like a whisper. It’s not loud enough for Tadashi to hear, not meant to show your dominance or prove yourself. It’s a moment just for you and Kei. His eyebrows raise and then furrow, a remark starts to bubble, but he shuts it down before it reaches his throat. You don’t know where Tadashi is, but you don’t care either. You’re following your wants, pushing your fingertips through Kei’s blonde locks and making soft fists. “I want you to want it more.”

You let go quickly, as soon as it’s about to elicit a response, and then you press on his shoulders with the heel of your palm, digging your fingernails into the tops just hard enough for him to really feel it . As soon as he’s stood up, standing at the foot of the bed, so familiarly over top of you, you ask, “Aren’t you going to ask me what else I want?”

He swallows the alternative response and asks just that, “What do you want now, (y/n)?”

You hook your fingers into your waistband. Both Kei’s and Tadashi’s eyes follow the movement as you push your shorts and panties down to your ankles. They’re still dangling off of one of your ankles after you maneuver one foot out of one side, spreading your legs apart and realizing just how bold you’re being tonight. 

You hadn’t realized, though, how wet you had gotten from just a few small actions. It was a mix of the newfound control and the way that they were both listening to you so well. It was the possibilities of tonight and how Kei, right now, was about to do whatever came out of your mouth. 

“I want you to eat me out,” you say. You could’ve stopped there, short and sweet, but the words tumble out and you don’t regret them one bit, “Want you to say please and thank you. You don’t do that very often.” Kei’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t talk back.

“And I want Tadashi to watch,” you say to Kei and then turn to face Tadashi, “I want you to watch. Like last time.” You glance down to the small tent in Tadashi’s pants, let your eyes linger as an added explanation. “Just like last time. Do you understand?” Your tone is a mixture, a condescending softness. 

Tadashi lifts his hand, brings it steadily down to his bulge, but hesitates before touching himself through the fabric. “Now?” he asks. 

You give a small laugh, “The show hasn’t even started yet, but yes, if you’re that desperate.” 

You don’t know how quickly Tadashi is to start to touch himself because Kei hooks his arms underneath your legs and pulls your pussy against his mouth in one motion. You keep repeating to yourself that you’re in control. You have to keep reminding yourself or you would, probably instantaneously, slip back into doing whatever Kei wanted you to do.

Actually, even while you’re repeating to yourself that you’re in control, every part of you wants to close your eyes, lay back, and just let Kei do whatever he wants to do, and you know that tonight is all about what you want, but this is a once in a lifetime experience and you’re going to take advantage of it. You grab a fistful of Kei’s hair, pulling his head away from you in a way that surprises both of you.

“Say please.” It’s not nearly as cocky and confident and strong as you want it to be. In fact, it’s followed by an airy laugh from yourself because it’s so out of place. “Kei, baby, say please.”

“Please.” It’s not nearly as pleasing and desperate and appreciative as you want it to be. You cock your head. 

“That doesn’t sound like you really want to eat me out,” you furrow your eyebrows. You tighten your fist in his hair. “So say please.”

His eyes widen and he groans at your harsh grip, “Please, can I eat you out?”

“I still feel like you don’t really want to taste me, baby. I feel like you don’t want to bury your face in between my legs and eat me until I come all over your face.” You’re talking down to him now and the confidence is building in your chest as you watch his facial expressions shift. His mouth is basically watering. “I know you want that, so why don’t you ask really nicely and maybe I’ll let you.”

The pleasing, desperate, appreciative tone that you wanted is there and, with it, a bit of embarrassment to have to ask for something you usually beg for. “I- Please, can I please eat you out? I want to taste you and eat you, please.” His voice is more timid than you’ve ever heard it and it’s making your stomach flutter more than how close he is to you.

“You’re gonna make me come all over your pretty face, aren’t you?” you ask, slowly pulling his face towards your pussy. He’s moving with you, mouth opening as he gets centimeters away, but you stop him. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” he nods, trying to finish the motion and bury his face in between your legs.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I’m going to make you come,” he mumbles. You can see just how much he wants to skip this part, but you’re having so much fun.

“Where am I going to come?” you smirk.

“All over my face,” Kei answers, knowing full well he’s not giving you the answer that you want.

“All… over… your…,” you say slowly, tilting his face upwards to look you directly in the eyes, watching the warmth spread across his features.

“Gonna make you come all over my pretty face,” Kei finally finishes.

“Now say please,” you tease.

“Please,” he says quickly.

“Pretty please?” you push on.

“Pretty please, fuck, (y/n), please let me eat you out. Please. I need to fucking eat you out. I need to feel your come on my tongue, need to taste it, need to please you and feel your thighs against my cheeks. Pretty please,” he spews, hoping that this time he actually gets to do what he’s been wanting to do since he knelt between your legs.

The last thing he sees before being pulled into your pussy is your huge smile. “Good boy, see, that wasn’t too hard.”

Between your legs, Kei has some ounce of control. He knows exactly what he’s doing and how to make you squirm and even though he had to say please a million times to get here and will have to stop when you say stop and follow your orders as you give them, until then, he gets to do whatever he wants. 

There’s no teasing, no build up. You’re so wet, dripping from teasing him and the control you felt with Tadashi. Kei doesn’t let a drop go to waste, running the flat of his tongue between your lips and prodding at your hole with the tip of his tongue. He doesn’t want to waste another second without his tongue deep inside of your tight little hole.

He fucks his tongue in and out of you, pressing his face as hard into you as he can in an attempt to get his tongue so deep inside you. You help as much as you can, both hands at the back of his head, pulling and tugging at his hair, clawing at his neck and back and as far down as you can reach. He knows how sensitive your hole is, feels it quivering against his tongue. 

He knows your body better than you do, knows exactly how to make you come. After all of the teasing you did, all of the talk, he can’t think of anything he wants more than to make you come as quickly as possible.

You weren’t going to stop him. 

“Holy fuck, Kei, oh my god.”

His lips are moving against your clit as he tries to fuck his tongue into you deeper. He’s moving his entire face, the tip of his tongue harsh against your hole as his nose nudges against your clit. The motions are perfectly repetitive just like he knows you like it. The louder that your moans get and the harder that you start to squirm and the tighter your hands grip, the more motivated Kei is. “Gonna, fuck, I’m gonna come all over your pretty face,” you tell him between moans.

Your core is tightening and your body is convulsing, but you can’t let go. You need to hear him. He needs to tell you. You want him to tell you. “Kei, fuck, tell me. Please, tell me. Let me come, please. Please.” There is no remorse, not even after the fact. Part of that comes with the lack of snide remarks or tone from Kei, the other part comes with just how close you are and how hard you’re about to fall.

“Come, baby, come all over my pretty face, please, please come for me. Please come all over my pretty face,” he says against your pussy, but you can hear each word so clearly. That’s all it takes for you to come undone. You let go, head hitting the mattress harshly as you grab onto his hair even harder. His name is the only thing coming out of your mouth, the only thing on your mind until it isn’t.

“Again, again, again,” you say, repeating as you nod at him.

He listens instantly, diving back between your legs and continuing to eat you out. He doesn’t have to tell you to come the second time or the third or the fourth. You let them roll over you like waves, coming as soon as your body allows you to. 

“Okay, okay, fuck, okay, that’s enough,” you breathe. He doesn’t stop, driven by the pure bliss in the reactions you’ve given him and the way that you dropped control for a passing moment. He wants to feel it again, taking control from you. You almost let him. “Fuck, Kei, enough,” you repeat, more stern this time. 

He lifts his head from between your legs, face a mess, hair tangled, breath ragged. “What do you say?” you ask, not even letting him compose himself before responding. 

“Thank you,” he says, and honestly, he looks just as grateful as the labored appreciation sounds. 

You push yourself up despite how much you want to just sit with Kei’s warm cheek against the fat of your thigh and despite how tired you are from everything that just happened and despite how you want to hear Kei thank you forever. “Kei, get him prepped for me, yea?” You miss the initial reaction from Tadashi, only catch the end of his attempts to compose himself and the lasting redness on his cheekbones. You don’t say another word until you’ve made it to the doorframe. “Dashi, Kei’s in charge while I’m gone, listen good, okay?”

You catch the faintest glimpse of Kei’s smirk as he stands tall once again, making his way over to the corner of the room that Tadashi was frozen in. The second that you’re out of view, you let yourself breathe, let your shoulders slump and your legs wobble as much as they want. You grab your bag that you left at the front door and change in the familiar bathroom closest to the top of the stairs. 

You went all out, decided that if you were going to do this, you were going to do this right. The thick main harness was just one part of the intricate buckles, straps, and fasteners. You had tried it on before, the first time that you got it. Kei helped you put it on, tightened the straps and moved each piece so it fit snug and comfortable. 

The top belt sits on your waist, thick faux leather straps with buckles on each side adorned to a ring that rests on your stomach. The second set of straps holds the main ring in place, two fasteners tightly fit against your hips. You slide the dildo into the ring before tightening the straps to your liking. It’s heavy between your legs, thick and lengthy, deceivingly lifelike to the touch and eye. 

As you’re putting the finishing touches onto your look, fixing the harness and making sure that everything is exactly as you want it to be, the soft and subtle noises that you’ve been hearing from the other room become louder. The noises quickly fill the entire upstairs. You’re sure at this point that Kei has asked Tadashi not to hold back, has told him explicitly not to. 

There is a lot of gratitude coming from Tadashi and only as he’s practically screaming can you hear what he’s thanking Kei for. 

“Thank you for getting me ready for (y/n),” Tadashi cries. “Feels so good, so good, fingers feel so good thank you, Kei.”

It sends a shiver down your spine, the amount of desperation and the sincerity of the thank you.

You gently press open the cap to the lube, letting a stream of the cool liquid coat the top side of the silicone cock. You use your thumb and palm to spread it over the skin, twisting your wrist and slathering the slick liquid all over, pouring a generous amount on the tip and watching it drip from the head. You know that it’s not really yours, that it’s not actually attached to you, that you don’t feel from it, and yet, as you push your hips forward, as the cock slides between the hole you’ve created with your fist, your core feels warm and you let out a small moan. 

The walk back to the room feels like a mile. You know that the two of them are undoubtedly too enthralled in their own actions right now to notice you at the door. It’s not a bad thing though. You get to watch for a few moments. They don’t know you’re there, aren’t acting in any sort of way for an audience or praise. 

Tadashi has taken your spot. His legs are high in the air, held up by his hands grasped around his ankles. Kei holds a bottle of lube in one hand and is fucking 4 fingers into Tadashi’s hole with the other. 

Tadashi’s cock, rock hard and angrily red, is slapping against his stomach every time that Kei’s fingers bottom out. The back of his head is pressed into the mattress so hard, but his eyes are trained on Kei, bottom lip quivering whenever involuntary noises weren’t tumbling from them, sheets bunched up against sweaty palms. 

You could’ve watched this all night. You’re sure that if you hadn’t interrupted them they would’ve continued all night, partially because you didn’t give them instruction to stop, but also because the determination and joy in Kei’s demeanor matches Tadashi’s desperation perfectly. There’s something about Kei’s actions that makes it incomparable to how he acts with you, something about the fact that even though he’s in control, he’s just following directions. 

“Is he ready?” you ask, followed by an observation, “Looks like you’re just doing this for him now.”

They’re startled at your voice, immediately taken out of the intense moment that the two of them were in, but there’s no disdain for the deprivation of the transfixion. The only word to describe the look on their faces is gawking. There is less surprise in Kei’s given he’s seen you in it before, but that doesn’t stop the harsh swallow or the dwelling gaze over your chest, down to your waist, following the straps. 

Tadashi isn’t as subtle. His face is bright red, blushing, gasping for air from just being stretched. He pushes up from the bed, props himself on his elbows, and just stares. You can practically feel his heartbeat from where you’re standing in the doorway. “Is that for me?” he asks, void of the confidence the question deserves, tongue wetting his lips. 

You walk over, agonizingly slow, cock in hand. “Why don’t you turn around and I’ll show you?”

By the time you’ve made it to the edge of the bed, Tadashi has scrambled over himself and gotten on all fours, as if any delay would result in you giving up on the notion. You climb onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress as you take in the sight before you. Tadashi looks rigid, not knowing when the next order or movement is coming, eyes forward on the pale wall. 

The second that the soft skin of your palms comes into contact with his hips, he melts into you, pushing back into your touch. His shoulders slump, head falls down, staring at the comforter below him instead. “Is this alright? Are you ready?” you ask, leaving one palm resting on his hip, but using the other hand to guide the tip of the dripping dildo against Tadashi’s stretched hole. 

The answer is evident in the urgency of his whimpers and the desperation in his reactions, but you need to hear it coming out of his mouth. “I’m not going to fuck you until you tell me you’re ready for it,” you clarify. 

“Yes, yes, I’m ready, please,” Tadashi answers. 

“Good boy.” There’s only a second between the finishing of your praise and you pressing your hips forward. It’s slow, but the pace is necessary no matter how badly you want to watch him take it all right this instant. You’re using your hand to guide the thick cock into Tadashi’s tight hole. You don’t need to physically feel it to know how tight it is, to see the rim swallowing the dildo. 

The moans and whimpers have ceased, replaced by labored breaths and diffused whines. You’d ask him questions, try to elicit some sort of verbal reply to the process, but he looks so focused on taking your cock. Still, you guide him through it, not just with the small kneading that you’re doing into his hip and the slow pace you’ve adapted, but with small coos of appreciation. “You’re doing so great, Dashi, fuck. It looks so good back here, you taking my nice thick cock just like that.” 

As soon as you don’t need your hand to guide the dildo, you lace it into Tadashi’s hair. It’s so soft. You can barely grasp any of it, can’t reach until he picks his head up and pushes it back into your hand. You feel disgustingly powerful now, hand weaved into Tadashi’s hair, slowly thrusting in and out of Tadashi’s ass. 

It takes a few beats for Tadashi to fully stretch around the girth of your cock, but with every gentle fuck into him, his whines turn back into whimpers which turn into throaty moans. “Can I go faster now?” you ask with a genuine softness. “Can you handle it?” with less genuine softness. He nods, choking out a few yeses amongst the noises.

You reward him with praise once again, “Good boy, huh, Tadashi? Are you my good boy?” You punctuate the question with a hard thrust, your hips meeting his ass in one fluid motion. His hair is tugged by your harsh grip and, with it, his lax body every time that you pull your hips away. 

He’s putty in your hand, malleable. The harder that you fuck him, the louder his moans get, the more power you feel. “Fuck, Dashi, it’s like I can fucking feel how pathetic you are squeezing my goddamn cock. So tight, so fucking perfect.” Your hips are on fire from repeatedly slamming into him, your palms are so sweaty that you can barely get a good grip, resorting to using your nails to anchor in place instead. Praise keeps falling out of your mouth so quickly that you’re not even sure what you’re saying half the time. It’s fast and you’re in control and he’s listening to you and you’re so drunk with this feeling. 

You can’t stop ramming into him, glad, actually, for once that you can’t feel how good Tadashi’s tight hole is squeezing your cock. It lets you fuck him relentlessly, no worry in the world about stamina even if your glutes and core are on fire from the constant motion. You don’t want to stop, can’t, not with how fucking perfect he looks, not with how fucking obedient he’s being. 

“I know you just want to be good, Dashi, fuck, we’ll teach you to be good, you’re being so good,” you moan. 

It’s like you’re a completely different person here, so vastly different than the last time you were in this bedroom. You don’t miss it, not even a little bit. Well… at least not at this exact moment. 

With no word from you, Kei has just been standing there, behind you, just watching . All of your attention is on Tadashi, soaking in his noises and body language, you’ve barely even noticed Kei. One quick glance over your shoulder and you can see how mesmerized he looks taking it all in, seeing you in this new element. You see the bulge in his pants, the little satisfaction that he is getting from his own palm. After doing so much already, he deserves better than what he’s giving himself now. 

“Do what you do best, Kei. Abuse his throat,” you command, trying to keep a steady voice through your wandering thoughts and thrusts. You don’t have to ask him twice, barely have to finish the three word demand and he’s walking around to the other side of the bed. 

He gets to see the side that you don’t get to see, the mouth agape and wet lashes. All that you get to see is the smirk that plagues the bottom half of Kei’s face as soon as Tadashi is in view. Your thrusts are slower now, but still at a steady enough pace to appreciate the subtle ripples in the fat of Tadashi’s ass, letting Kei get a good hold on the situation, giving up just a small fraction of your control so that Kei can have his way with Tadashi. 

You offer a bit of advice as Kei is undoing his buckle. “It’s easy to pleasure Kei,” you breathe, “You just let him do whatever he wants to you.” You can practically feel Tadashi tighten around you. 

“Open,” Kei says as soon as his cock is exposed to the air. “Wider than that, Tadashi, don’t insult me.” Both of Kei’s hands are braced on either side of Tadashi’s face as Kei pushes the tip of his cock past Tadashi’s lips. “Just like that, good.” Kei’s voice is monotonous, if only a bit condescending. “Keep that hole nice and tight for me.”

You watch Tadashi shiver as he drinks up every single word. Tadashi has been on the reciprocating end of Kei’s smart mouth before, but not like this. Even the last time he was in this room with the two of you, the directions that he was following only affected himself. Tadashi knows how poor he’s been at pleasing you in the past and he really just wants to be good, wants to listen and learn.

Kei shallowly thrusts in and out of Tadashi’s mouth, the head of his cock repeatedly slipping past Tadashi’s wet lips. “Use that slutty fucking tongue, Tadashi. You’re not doing anything, just sitting there getting railed, the least you could do is move your tongue.” Kei lets his head fall back, something evidently changing in the technique that Tadashi is using. “Good.”

The more that Kei seems to be enjoying it, the deeper his thrusts go, the faster his pace. It doesn’t take long for Kei to start using Tadashi like he uses you. If Tadashi didn’t look like he was enjoying himself as much as he did, pushing back onto your cock, whimpering and gagging around Kei’s, you would have stopped and taken his place. 

He couldn’t make you come for years, even as you tried to guide him, begged him as you cried out instructions, but there was something so different about the way he’s going down on Kei. 

You had directed him in the past, nudged his face where you wanted it to be, wrapped your legs around his neck to pull him deeper, but none of it mattered. He just couldn’t make you come. 

But there was something so distinctly different about the way Kei was treating Tadashi. There was no begging or asking, and directing wasn’t the right word, neither was guiding. Kei now has a commanding hold of Tadashi’s face, one hand on either side as he moves Tadashi’s mouth up and down his cock. His hips are still, letting Tadashi’s head bob through the complete motion. 

When Kei’s methods catch your eye, you can’t help but stop to take it in, no longer watching the ripples in his skin as your hips meet his ass, now watching it unfold from this angle, from behind Tadashi, your cock engulfed by his tight hole.

Kei’s long fingers bracket Tadashi’s face, pushing into his jaw, neck, cheek, wherever he could reach, and wherever he needed to adjust to get the most perfect angle. It’s mesmerizing. 

And it’s so different from the way he handles you. Sometimes he holds your face like that, moves you so agonizingly slow on his length that your throat will hurt for days after, but there’s always an amount of trust. 

This in front of you? The way that Kei is so meticulously moving Tadashi, the way that he’s leaving nothing up to assumption or interpretation, this is Kei teaching. 

He’s wordless about it, doesn’t teach Tadashi through verbal instructions or lengthy explanations, he just shows him exactly what he wants. It’s almost more condescending than if Kei was talking down to him in a way, like he’s too stupid to understand what he means, so he can only show him. 

You don’t think Tadashi catches this or thinks this far or has any thoughts at all right now other than controlling his breathing and every single muscle in his mouth and throat. It’s not a normal state of being, you know that well. 

You catch a glimpse of Kei’s face, manage to pull your attention away from the thick cock splitting Tadashi open and Kei’s strong hands on Tadashi’s jaw. His face is strewn with pleasure and concentration. You don’t normally get to watch Kei from this angle nor this intently. You watch his eyebrows furrow together, his jaw clench between slow exhales, his features soften and his eyes flutter close every once and awhile. You’re cursing yourself for never having filmed the two of you having sex. You would watch this on repeat if you could.

“Kei,” you breathe, ready to repeat yourself on account of how quiet his name is in comparison to the lewd sounds that are bouncing off the walls. Kei looks up at you immediately with an air of confusion, waiting for another command or instruction. When nothing else comes, he doesn’t break eye contact like you thought he might. He’s not paying attention to Tadashi save for the mindless thrusting. “God, you look so good right now.”

He clicks his tongue at the compliment, shaking his head a small amount before returning his focus, looking back down almost quick enough to hide the subtle blush on his cheekbones. You don’t force him to look back at you, though you know that you could, but you still want to have some sort of contact with him. You are becoming increasingly aware of how much you want to be where Tadashi is and how much you want to feel Kei’s skin on yours.

Tadashi’s voice pulls you out of it, the repetition of your name that follows his gasping for air. “Want, want to- So good- Need to come,” Tadashi manages to get out in between harsh swallows and intakes of air. 

“Not yet.” It comes out of your mouth without any thought and you realize why Kei does this so often. The sense of power that comes alongside controlling Tadashi’s orgasm is mindblowing. Even if he came right now, didn’t listen to you at all, you would have rode this high for weeks. 

Tadashi does listen, though. He whimpers a small okay before Kei starts using his throat again. You claw your fingernails into his hips, pressing hard enough to leave small indents in his soft skin, and you pull him onto your cock to match your thrusts. “Look at that, see, you didn’t need to cum, not yet, Dashi, being such a good boy.”

Kei only gets to fuck Tadashi’s throat for a few moments before Tadashi is pulling away once again. “I- I can’t hold it any longer, please,” Tadashi’s voice cracks as he begs. “Please.” You pull out in one motion leaving Tadashi gaping and empty in front of you. 

“Then come, Tadashi,” you say in a tone that is eerily as condescending as Kei’s. You run your hands down Tadashi’s side, grabbing onto his ass and spreading him open as wide as you can. “If you can’t hold it, then cum.”

Tadashi is thrusting into the air. “I- I can’t.”

“You’ve come without touching yourself before,” your voice is stern but steady at first, but as you keep thinking about it, there is a simmering underlying anger that is emerging. “Sat right there on the corner of the bed and came in your pants like a pathetic little cuck.”

You grab Tadashi by the shoulder, flipping him over onto his back. “Kei, pillow under his head so he can look at me while I’m fucking talking to him.” Kei doesn’t hesitate for a second, puts the pillow underneath Tadashi’s head so that his line of sight is directly at your face, eyes narrowed as you continue. 

“When no one is paying attention to you, when you’re watching your ex get railed and satisfied in a way that you never could, you lose your mind. You’ll shoot your load, make a fucking mess all over yourself, but when I’m here giving you everything that you could ever want, you can’t fucking come?”

You positioned yourself between Tadashi’s legs, the head of the dildo grazing his hole. “What? When Kei tells you to do it you can, but when I tell you to come after pounding my fat fucking cock in and out of you, you can’t? Do you know how fucking pathetic that is?” 

Tadashi’s chest is rising and falling faster, his breath is labored and he’s not breaking eye contact with you. You can tell just how close he is.

“I won’t tell you again. Instead, I’ll just fucking leave. Come. Now.” You wrap your hand around his throat, leaning your weight into your grip as his face scrunches up in ecstasy. His lips are moving, but no sound is coming out and only when you ease up on your grip can you hear the gratitude that he’s repeating in between the grunts.

His come spills from the head of his cock, lazily dripping down the sides of his rock hard erection and down his twitching balls. He’s struggling to keep his hands at his side and not jerk himself off through his orgasm. 

“Is that all it took?” you scoff, pressing the head of the dildo against his asshole, catching some of his come as it drips down. “Still hard though, right, Dashi? Still want to get fucked?” You don’t give him time to answer before pushing your hips forward, slowly spearing him with your cock as tears fall from his eyes.

“Yes, fuck, please, I want to come again,” Tadashi begs, eyes not leaving yours. 

“Greedy,” you shake your head, but you can’t hide your smirk as you pick up the pace. In this position you get to watch his face as you ruin him. The tears that are running down his face, wetting his cheeks and long lashes, just make it that much hotter. His cock is slapping against his stomach as thrust in and out of him.

It doesn’t take long before his breaths are closer together, back is arching, hips rolling, and he’s nodding in your direction. “I- I’m already so close. Can- I need- I want-.”

“What do you want? Tell me and I’ll give it to you. You’ve been so good, came for me without anything but my voice, took Kei’s cock so well, just tell me what you want,” you say.

No one has touched his cock all night, covered in his own come, violently twitching against himself as it slaps against his stomach. 

His eyes are screwed shut, thrusting up into nothing, consequently fucking himself on your cock, you’re sure that he’s going to ask to touch himself. In your mind, there’s no other option, nothing that he would feel comfortable enough asking for. 

It leaves his mouth so confidently. He trusts you so much, knows that you wouldn’t have said it if it wasn’t true, so he asks for exactly what he wants and he’s so assured as he does. 

“Want Tsukki’s mouth on my cock.”

You look up to see Kei’s reaction, refuse to do it if there is any sort of discomfort or distaste, but there’s nothing of the sort. He gives a short nod, a nod that Tadashi is too fucked out to notice. You don’t slow your pace or allow a falter in your rhythm as you watch Kei climb onto the bed. He’s gentle as he takes Tadashi’s cock into his mouth, captures the head first, swirling his tongue around the tip before taking the entire length. Kei doesn’t seem to struggle much, easily takes it to the base.

Tadashi is surprised despite the fact that he’s the one that asked for it so nicely. His eyes flutter shut, truly taking in every single feeling and sensation that is happening to him right now. Tadashi’s hips are thrusting up into Kei’s mouth now, moaning as he slides down Kei’s throat and then falls down onto your cock. 

“Gonna- Can I? Please,” Tadashi can barely say more than two words at a time, but you know exactly what he’s asking for. 

“Go ahead, Dashi, come, you deserve it.” 

As soon as you say the word, he’s coming down Kei’s throat. You watch it drip from the corners of Kei’s mouth as Tadashi keeps thrusting desperately. Tadashi is thanking you and thanking Kei and mumbling other words that you can’t quite pick up. His hands are roaming, trying to find a place to land. One finds a spot lightly on Kei’s shoulder and you meet the other hand with your own, locking your fingers with his as he holds onto you through his orgasm.

Kei waits for Tadashi to calm down before pulling his head off of his cock. Kei wipes his lips and you can tell there's a smart comment that wants to come out so badly, but he doesn’t get the chance to say it. 

“Thank you,” Tadashi says, eyes shutting every other second. You’re surprised that he’s still awake after two back-to-back orgasms like that. His eyebrows furrow and he perks up just a little bit, “but, wait, what about- what about you guys?”

You shake your head, carefully getting up from the bed, cautious not to disturb Tadashi as Kei gently positions him more comfortably in bed. You unbuckle the straps on your harness, taking it off and stepping out of it. You feel so light without the extra weight between your legs.

You manage to get in bed before Kei reaches for the covers and extra blankets. “This wasn’t about us,” you assure Tadashi. “Thank you for letting us in and for trusting us enough to do this again.” You feel the mattress dip behind you as Kei climbs underneath the covers he’s laid on top of the two of you. 

In the morning there will be more to say, more conversations to be had, boundaries to set and feelings to talk out, but for now… for now you are happily in bed, surrounded and warm, and you know that your company is too. 

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Part 2 of this fantasy AU Tsukkiyama !! Grown up Tadashi is a lot less wobbly- he’s taller than Tsukki with his antlers >:0 and a scout for his village !! Plot-wise, they get separated as kids when the fauns move deeper into the forest, and don’t find each other again until Kei is reluctantly Questing with Kagehina and stumbles into faun territory by mistake :O

I LOVE playing with seasonal animal traits! Tadashi’s design is based on Sika Deer, who shed their antlers and have spotty coats!!

THREE’S A CROWD - TSUKISHIMA KEI X READER X YAMAGUCHI TADASHI

Warnings : NSFW below the cut, this is set after the timeskip, threesome, marking kink, making out, manhandling, voyeurism, exhibitionism, dacryphilia, biting, masturbation, riding & penetration, TsukkiYama is so real in this, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : actual filth smut

Word count : 1.0K words

Additional notes : This has been in my drafts for 3 years, no joke. Can you tell I love these two a ridiculous amount?

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Masterlist

No matter what you do, don’t think of Tsukishima Kei

Don’t think of how cuddling him would feel like heaven on earth, given how his long legs always end up entwined with yours, and how his warm torso would completely envelope yours

Don’t think of how his arms would fit so nicely around you, pulling you closer to him so his deft fingers could trace circles on your hips oh-so-softly

Don’t think of how he has really soft hair that curls with the heat of the summer, or how he laughs real pretty and delicate whenever you comb through those tiny hairs curled at the nape of his neck

Don’t think of how he’d always get that somehow-sweet, half-smile of his whenever he’s asleep, or how he’d subconsciously hum from the back of his throat and tug you impossibly close whenever you shift in your slumber

Don’t think of how he’d trail kisses down your neck, all the way down to your shoulder and slipping off your pyjama’s strap, punctuating every open-mouthed kiss with little sighs and pretty little half-moans, because God, you just smell so good—

Don’t think of how he can’t help the low, “Morning,” he whispers into your skin that’s already painted in hues of red and purple, all thanks to his early morning insatiability

And absolutely do NOT think of how he’s got such a filthy mouth on him, and would always groan out breathy curses whenever he’s fucking you into the mattress, your hair being tugged at firmly in his grip, as long fingers curl around your wrists and pin you down, so you take it so well like you always do

Don’t think of how he would invite Yamaguchi over one night for “a little something in his room”, the promise of wickedness in his amber eyes as he glances back at you, building that tingling anticipation inside you

Don’t think of how he’d get a show out of sitting and watching his best friend of almost twenty years make out with you and run his fingers through your hair like he often did in bed

Don’t think of how turned on he’d be, listening to Tadashi’s little whimpers and seeing how his fingers dig into your thighs, because fuck it, how many times has he not-so-secretly wanted to see him so fucked out, and how many nights has he fantasized of you looking dazed with the pleasure someone else he adored gifted you?

Don’t think of how he would finally curl a dainty finger in his direction, or how Tadashi wouldn’t help fucking moaning out loud, because holy shit, does the blonde look absolutely divine with his pretty cock pulled out and weeping in his palm, and his tongue wetting his soft lips—

Don’t think of how Tadashi would pant and roll his hips in place, as he’s dreamed of feeling every inch of the taller man since even before graduation, and having you in his lap, looking like you’re fucking asking for it, is slowly killing him with sheer unrestrained lust, and has him pushing his leaking clothed cock against your warmth

Don’t think of how it would take less than a second of electric eye contact between the two for them to agree that they’re both desperate for a threesome that you seem more than willing to partake in, if the quivering begs and the tears streaking down your cheeks were anything to go by

And don’t you dare think of how Tsukki would let you watch him reduce Tadashi to a sobbing, writhing mess underneath him, fingers curled around his freckled neck, and the entirety of his flushed chest littered in sloppy bite marks and bruising kisses

Don’t think of how they would definitely put on a show for you, or how the way Tsukki would look straight into your eyes every so often, a divilish glint in his eyes and a smirk on that otherwise-innocent-looking face, just shows that he wants you to see it all

Don’t think of how he’d specifically want you to see how Tadashi’s thighs are trembling with every thrust; want you to hear the string of filthy curses falling from his own lips, because fuck, does his only best friend take him perfectly to the hilt, and with such a pretty face too—

Don’t think of how you’d squirm in your seat, barely able to hide the wet spot of your growing arousal and trying to get any friction to ease that ache inside of you, small whimpers hidden behind the hand covering your mouth, and wishing you were the one Tsukki reduced to a babbling, drooly mess that could feel nothing but the way he was pounding into them mercilessly

Don’t think of how Tadashi had always been looking at you with longing, lustful eyes, wishing he’d feel your damp skin flush against his, wishing your cute lips were wrapped around his hard cock, wishing your hands would grip his arms as he pins you down, wishing your eyes would be trained on him drilling in and out of you like he was a man starved, wishing you’d pull on his long hair and eat the fucked-silly moans straight from his mouth

Don’t think of how despite you weren’t currently doing all of that, the way you were currently looking at the sloppy mess he was in right now—like you did want all the same things sometime down the line—made him cry out your name loud with his verdant eyes squeezed shut and chest heaving with every pant

Don’t think of the fact that that single glance at your wanting gaze would have him unable to stop himself from cumming untouched all over his stomach, even though he knew that Tsukki would later punish him for cumming before he'd given him permission to, or before he’d painted his insides white

What’s that? Are you thinking of it all and still asking for more?

Well, that’s definitely what Tadashi would say between pants, making grabby hands at you, hoping you'd come and sit on top of him, taking his entire length inside you and fucking yourself on his cock—the way he'd always pictured in his filthiest dreams and jacked off to

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