The Moon's Redamancy In Fall [Tsukishima x Yamaguchi]

sixty-seven.

CW/TW: SMUT (might be the last smut ill be writing idk. I THINK THIS IS THE MOST STEAMY SMUT I WROTE BUT YES. enjoy my kitty whores.)

Tsukishima

"You know I could've been caught by Nishinoya-san a while ago," Tadashi huffed, crossing his arms in front of him, "I told you to take it easy when placing hickies that could easily be seen."

I eyed Tadashi through my lidded eyes with a deadpanned expression, shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly, "I didn't know it would be that obvious," I took another sip from the strawberry yogurt I was drinking, "Besides, I couldn't take my shirt off, too. Your scratch marks were also way too fucking patent."

He sunk down in his seat and bit his lip, Tadashi's cheeks were turning into a brush of tinted red, "Y-You were being too rough . . ." Tadashi mumbled, fiddling with his fingers.

Studying his face, I felt myself hard from just looking at Tadashi with his shy expression. God fucking damn it. I took my bag and placed it on top of my crotch to hide the growing buldge as I sighed to myself, pretending to as if I was fixing my things.

I can't be horny right now, especially that we're in the gymnasium and anyone could possibly walk in. It's lunch time and Kiyoko-senpai wanted us to fix the Volleyball nets.

It's been difficult to keep resisting especially that Tadashi could make anything look so fucking hot. But I didn't want to be his weird, sex addict boyfriend. Though sometimes, it just couldn't be helped.

"Oh, by the way . . ." I breathe, placing the carton of yogurt by the bin as I stood up, only to fix the growing, painful shaft by the middle of my thighs, "I learned how to do braids." I blurted, almost abruptly.

Tadashi bemused, his lips quirking up into a small smile, "Braids?"

"Yes," I said, "I thought your hair was growing too long, so I had been practicing it for like three days now." I didn't mean to bring that up now, especially that I thought it was kind of embarrassing, but I needed a distraction to keep myself from fucking Tadashi.

I hope it works.

The growing smile on his face turned into a wide grin, "Really? That's really cool!" He chirped in glee, turning his back and gathering his hair in his hands, exposing his neck with bits of freckles on them. I want to kiss it. So bad. "Can you do it?"

I grimaced, frowning at him, "What? Now?"

"Yeah? Why not now?" Tadashi kept his back facing towards me, patiently waiting to take his hair in my hands.

No.

I sighed and rolled my eyes, "Fine," I whispered, "But I'll just do one braid."

Fuck.

I gathered Tadashi's hair, brushing it with my scrawny fingers, his hair felt soft against my palms. One hand scrunched into that tumble of hair, those whipped greenish hair defied rules and gravity with equal contempt.

As he pondered, that great brain of his solving problems that had defied geniuses for all our age and more, he'd never been more beautiful.

Detangling his hair using my fingers, I divided his hair into three even sections, interweaving strands and repeatedly braided his hair in the same manner, I tightened the braid as I go, and kept the tension even for all three sections, remembering the tutorials I've watched.

"Do you have a scrunchie?" I asked him, peering down at him.

Tadashi hummed softly and reached a piece of elastic band from his jacket's pocket, "Here." He reached out from the front, taking it in between my fingers to secure his hair.