So, in honor of our salty boy’s birthday today, I present to
you a bonus bad boy scenario! Enjoy!
“Kei, what are you doing? We’ll be late for class!” she hisses through
clenched teeth as the blonde punk drags her up yet another set of stairs.
“Tch, as if I care about that,” he mutters, willing her to
go faster by increasing his own pace.
“Well you should! I mean, if you get one more demerit you
could get kicked off the team!”
He turns around, golden eyes fixing her in place. “It’s just
a stupid club, _______, now stop wasting time complaining!”
Her heart clenched a bit at his words. Why must he insist he
doesn’t care when she knows he does? Regardless of how many punks are on the
team, they all want to win, all want to succeed. If it’s just a stupid club,
why did he join in the first place?
“Will you get out of your own head for two seconds?” he
grumbles, voice low in her ear. She startles, looking around them. When did
they end up outside? The sound of a lock clicking into place next to her
catches her attention but it’s momentary considering Kei’s lips are now on her
neck. “Kei,” she moans when his tongue teases her flesh.
“Mmmmm, just getting started and already you’re breathless?
Nice to know you still want me even though I’m such a delinquent.” His voice is
low and silky, almost like chocolate in her ears. Unable to resist his draw,
she winds her arms around his neck allowing him clearance to pull his around
her waist. Leaning back slightly grants access to her lips, his own seeking
them hungrily.
His fingers toy with the edge of her skirt, teasing touches
against the skin of her thighs making her moan again. For as much as Tsukishima
usually prefers quiet, he loves her noises. But today, oh, today is special,
and he knows he can take advantage of it.
“So,” he says, voice irritatingly even given they were
practically swallowing one another whole a second ago, “it’s my birthday.”
She cocks an eyebrow. “And? You’ve never cared about celebrating
before.”
“I don’t, but it seemed a perfect opportunity to request
something,” he smirks.
“And that would be?”
He looks at her from over his lenses, eyes holding heat and
just the slightest hint of annoyance. “Do I really need to spell it out for
you, ________? Fine,” he leans in, breath ghosting over the shell of her ear, “Get
on your knees, this year for my birthday, I want you eating something.”
Her cheeks flare bright red, head whipping backwards to look
at his face again. “Are you serious? Now? Here?”
He nods.
“You couldn’t wait until we got home?”
“Tick tock, _______, lunch is going to be starting in about,”
he looks at his watch, “fifteen minutes and I have no intension of unlocking
that door until I’ve had my birthday blow job, so what’s it gonna be?”
“You’re incorrigible,” she sighs.
“I love it when you talk dirty, now why don’t you put that
pretty mouth to better use, hmmmm?”
“Asshole.”
Any witty retort Tsukishima planned on saying falls away on
a sigh as her hands undo his belt and zipper, releasing his already firm cock.
She smiles coyly, both of them knowing full well that despite his demanding and
sometimes demeaning attitude, she’s the one in control here. The only reason
this is happening, right here, right now is because she’s allowing it to. And Tsukishima
is thankful, even if he doesn’t say it out loud.
He says it in how he grips her hair tightly when she takes
him all the way in.
Says it in how his breath hitches while he bites back moans
when the flat of her tongue licks him from base to tip.
Shows it when biting his lip as her teeth tease the tip.
And almost shouts it when she deep throats him just enough
to allow him to cum.
Panting, Tsukishima leans against the wall as she resumes a
standing position, slinging down the contents of her water bottle to rinse her
mouth of his capitulation. A stick of gum goes in next, which she chews idly
watching him as he regains his composure.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” he grunts.
“You’re welcome,” she replies a bit sarcastically. Turning
to head to the door, she’s startled again when he latches onto her wrist,
dragging her back into a fiery kiss, hands raking through her hair, tongue
slicing into her mouth. He’s so earnest, you’d think they hadn’t kissed in over
a week. When he finally lets her go, both are practically breathless.
He doesn’t say anything, just takes her hand, unlocks the
door and walks her back into the school. As he drops her off at her classroom
just before the lunch bell rings he whispers in her ear, “Come to the club room
right after school, I’ll need a snack before practice.” Then he smacks her ass
and walks away, leaving a dull ache blooming between her thighs.
“It’s gonna be a long
day,” she thinks.
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