𝗄𝖾𝗍𝗌𝗎 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖽𝗎𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌©
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OH MY GOD...
"no... way..." you said slowly, a smile creeping onto your lips. you watched tsukishima's chest quickly rise and fall, his breath still heavy from reaching his high.
tsukishima tensed and let out a shuddering breath as he looked down at his long sleeve tee with glassy eyes. he seemed to be in the same state of shock that you were in and his eyes widened at the sight of the prominent wet spot on his shirt.
"did you just-?" your taunt was stopped by tsukishima's hand on your mouth and he could feel your pleasant grin against his palm at the sight of his red face when you held up your hand.
he let out the most worn down, embarrassed groan you'd ever heard, hiding his flushed face with his hand. "shit," he breathed, still staring at your come-soaked hand. "what did you do to me...?"
you, still being in shock, let out a giggle that could be interpreted only as excitement. "there's no way that just happened..."--"is this real...?" you asked no one in particular, examining the milky white substance that coated your hand with a look of wonder, unable to believe that that was tsukishima kei's.
you were about to poke the thick liquid when tsukishima grabbed your hand, "don't- don't fucking touch it!" he scoffed in little disbelief.
he shifted in his spot, sliding out from between you and the bookshelves with surprising agility. he was so antsy-so panicked and almost... nervous-it would've made you swoon if you weren't so careful about your feelings towards him.
you watched him run a hand through his inherently messy hair with a smile and god, he looked a mess. the front portion of his hair was slightly damp, turned wavier by the light formation of sweat on his forehead; his wrinkled clothes and the clear, wet spot on his white long sleeve only added to his disheveled appearance.
all that... because of you.
he glared at you briefly, barely, as he was still awash with euphoria, and sighed. "you better not tell anybody about this," his tone stern.
"or what?" your smile was still present.
"or ima fuck you up," he said breathlessly as he began to pull off his shirt to wipe his lower abdomen.
"you'd like that, wouldn't you?" you blew air through your nose when he ignored you, scowling. "y'gonna leave like that?" you asked curiously.
"yeah," he said with a shrug.
"right," you said smugly. "cause mr. popular would rather go out shirtless than let anyone think he just got jerked off in the library."
tsukishima inhaled sharply through his teeth at your choice of wording, seemingly a warning, but his cheeks tinged altogether.
"or is it them seeing your cum-soaked shirt that bothers you?"
"i am going to bury you alive," he grit out with irritation, suddenly in front of you in seconds (surely the work of his spider legs).
"i'm sure their first thought would be... i don't know maybe you spilled something?" you kept speaking, trying to shake off the weird rush you were currently feeling. "not that you just had the best orga-"
his hand shot up, fingers traveling through your kinky curls as he fisted a chunk, yanking your head back suddenly. you bit back a gasp, but he caught your hesitation and smirked.
tsukishima leaned into you, lips hovering just above yours and his honey brown eyes bored into you, "this means war."
and he walked out. shirtless, frustrated, and hot.
-wait, what?
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FUCKBOY!𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐗 TALL, BLACK
(𝐟𝐞𝐦.) 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
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