Tsukishima Kei
Wearing His Shirt After Sex | Timeskip
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(Inspired by @elsietopia on TikTok)
Tsukishima is lying in bed with his glasses back on, scrolling his phone and pretending he’s not still affected. When you grab his shirt—a black one with some sarcastic slogan—and pull it on, he glances over. The does a double-take and sets his phone down slowly. You disappear into his dorm room’s bathroom and reappear after doing your business. His golden eyes trace over you with appreciation.
That’s mine.He observes.
Very observant.You tease He huffs a small laugh, reaching for you,
Come here, smartass,You climb back into bed and he immediately pulls you against him, one hand sliding under his shirt possessively.
You know, I was planning to actually rest.He says, but his hand is already exploring.
But you hand to go and out that on.
I can take it off—“ You start.“Don’t. He interrupts quickly. Too quickly. His ears go slightly red.
I mean… it’s fine. You can keep it on.His hand slides higher, thumb brushing deliberately. You can feel him already getting hard again.
Tsukki…
This is your fault.He mutters, rolling you beneath him with more coordination than his height should allow. And zero plan of taking the shirt off of you.
Looking like that in my shirt.You know you’re in for a second round, but one that is slower and full of more breathy praises than he’d usually allow himself.