Nah Yall Cause This Is Tsukki

Nah y’all cause this is tsukki

steal his gender while he’s busy rambling about the power of friendship, he won’t notice :)

pairing ; iwaizumi hajime x reader ( otome/various! )

genre ; otome band au! angst, crack, exes to ???

synopsis ; during the final year of college, iwaizumi decided to end things with y/n to focus on his upcoming career in the music industry. though they said it was a mutual agreement, y/n held onto her resentment. years later after moving on, she comes face to face with the man who made her hate this city.

warnings ; RATED R for suggestive themes /humor, toxic behavior from literally everyone, language, use of drugs and nicotine, and hoe vibes. proceed with caution.

authors note ; three separate masterlists will be added after chapter ten. if you wish to be tagged only in only one or more route(s), please notify me.

status ; in progress. no current update schedule.

taglist ; OPEN

meet the bands! VIPERDAE | X havoc

prologue: japan welcomes you. jk not really.

chapter one : i’m beggin’ . . . begging you

chapter two : matsuhana = ship sailed

chapter three : that’s not very cash money of you

chapter four : someone somewhere is talking

chapter five : good boy.

chapter six : my dick ain’t going anywhere near you, bestie

chapter seven : you owe me a coffee

chapter eight PART 1 : who the hell is kaori?

chapter eight PART 2 : jealously, jealously

chapter nine : behind the music industry

chapter ten : the collaboration ( coming soon )

please proceed to a route masterlist to continue the story.

. . . IWAIZUMI HAJIME ROUTE !! tba ( main story )

. . . OIKAWA TOORU ROUTE !! tba

. . . MATSUHANA ROUTE !! tba

extra content . . . #good ; 4 u ♡

spotify playlist : anti-romantic

© All rights reserved by SHOKAMI. Do not modify, repost on any platforms, plagiarize, or claim as your own.

≡ ONE NEW NOTIFICATION : 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 — tenma udai.

× @.tenma_udai mentioned you in a post — cockwarming

summary : “C’mon, baby,” his eyes are dark and filled with lust, still playing with your clit as he watches you hungrily. “Wanna feel you sit on my cock. Please?” 

warnings : smut (mdni), fem reader, cockwarming, teasing, grinding (clothed), semi-clothed sex, breast play, cursing, mentions of scary movies, established relationship, dirty talk

word count : 3.6k

× kinktober masterlist

The movie that drones on in the background has been promptly forgotten and mostly ignored for the majority of its playthrough. Occasionally, you’ll catch little pieces of dialogue and errant screaming – likely from the protagonist as the Ghost Face killers wreak havoc on the town; however, the sounds quickly dwindle from your mind as your boyfriend continues pressing slow kisses to your lips, mouthing along your neck with swollen lips of his own. 

“Tenma –” the soft murmur of his name is abruptly cut off when he sucks at your neck, replaced by a surprised gasp at his action. You feel his tongue lick at your skin, and Tenma presses a lazy grin against you as he looks at you, mischief gleaming in his gaze. 

“Mhm?” his words are a soft drawl, dragging out the sound in an amused lilt. His troublesome grin is still pressed against your neck as he kisses you, dragging his lips down the column of your throat until he’s lazily mouthing at your pulse point. 

Tenma’s lips are soft as he kisses and lightly bites along your neck, trailing his mouth against you until you’re writhing and squirming on his lap. You feel before you hear the soft chuckle poised on his tongue, and when Tenma looks up at you with hooded, darkened eyes, you think that perhaps the room is spinning. 

“You – you’re not being fair,” you offer lamely, huffing out a semi-frustrated breath at your lack of eloquence. 

Again, you feel a low laugh pressed against your throat, and Tenma’s hands dig into your hips in retaliation. 

“How am I not being fair?” Tenma asks, humor lacing his words. His lips are on your neck again, biting and sucking along your skin more insistently than before. In an almost hesitant motion, Tenma pushes against your hips lightly, and his lips fall open in a silent moan against you when your hips stutter over his own. It’s a shaky movement, uncertain in nature but still brimming with poorly disguised desire as you repeat the action. 

You’re barely able to hide the choked moan that slips from your lips when Tenma loosely ruts against you again, and with the lack of layers between you, you can feel how his cock throbs. He presses against your cunt – the small slip of fabric you have the audacity to call underwear barely covering you – and you let out a shaky sigh of pleasure at the feel of him. Tenma’s cock is warm and thick as you grind over him, his bulge pressing against the strained cotton of his sweatpants as you circle your hips. 

Tenma watches you enraptured, biting his lip harshly but quickly licking over it – as if he can’t decide what he wants to do. His hands are gentle yet firm as he grips your hips, aiding you in rocking over his cock and spreading his legs apart further in an effort to feel more of you. Tenma watches you carefully, brazenly, his gaze dark and almost hungry as you work your cunt over his lap, rutting against his cock. 

The thick press of his thighs underneath yours is distracting; the band of his sweatpants rests low on his hips, doing nothing to hide the growing stiffness of his cock. Your mouth grows dry as the heat between your legs only intensifies, growing more each second as if scarcely able to scratch an insufferable itch. 

“When are you ever fair?” your voice is breathier than you’d prefer, and the slight hitch in your throat when the head of Tenma’s cock catches against your clit is unmistakable. 

Tenma smirks – lazy and confident – at the sound. Your boyfriend undulates his hips, sliding his hands down to cup your ass and press you against him harder. “You’re not being very nice,” he teases, and the sound of his voice, dripping affectionate mischievousness, has you feeling a rush of desire spreading throughout your body, settling thick between your thighs. 

Leaning forward, Tenma kisses you breathlessly. His lips move over yours slowly, as if taking in every sound that slips past your lips and grinning lopsidedly against you when he does. Dipping his tongue between your parted lips, Tenma licks into your mouth unabashedly, groaning harshly and deep in his throat. He makes his desire for you known; he juts his hips up as you grind on his cock, sucks your bottom lip into his mouth as the pleasure becomes a bit overwhelming in the best possible way. It makes his mind feel hazy, and Tenma is almost certain the room is spinning when your hands tangle in his messy hair, your hips circling over his own as you press down harder.

He’s comfortable and warm underneath you. The spread of happiness that fills your chest almost immediately at the thought leads you to kiss Tenma harder, pouring your affection and desire into it as his hands pull and press against your hips, rocking you over his stiff sex. 

You pull away from his lips, panting, and you grin at the sight of Tenma briefly chasing your touch. His eyes are hooded and expression unguarded as he watches you move on top of him, grinding your wet cunt against the soaked front of his sweatpants; the feeling of increasing pressure building near the base of his throbbing cock has him reaching for you, lazily pressing his mouth to your throat to feel closer. 

The small gasp you let out is akin to music when Tenma stiffens his tongue, dragging it down the length of your neck. He kisses and sucks in its wake, openly moaning against you to show you how good you make him feel. The sound of his voice reverberates along your skin, and when his hands grip at your ass again, kneading into the skin before spreading you apart, your eyes roll back at the plethora of sensations. 

“I could say the same,” you offer in a measly retort, though at the feeling of Tenma’s grin against your neck, followed by a gentle suck along your skin, you’re both aware your words held no bite. 

Tenma continues kissing you lazily, slowly, taking in every sweet sound you offer. His lips part yours when he presses his tongue against your tongue, sighing happily as your fingers grip his hair a bit tighter to ground yourself. His hands continue massaging and kneading against your ass, pulling you closer in stuttered grinding motions, fingers digging into the fat when you rock over his cock in such a way that has the pleasure burning through his body. It’s breathtaking, being with Tenma like this, and you slowly feel the room grow warmer with the heady desire and lust building between you. 

Your heart pounds as he continues feeling you, touching you, admiring every curve as his hands smooth down your body. He looks at you with barely-contained lust and pure adoration, dragging his gaze to catch every reaction you give him.

“Can you – Tenma–” you can’t help but moan, arching your body further against Tenma’s until you’re curling into him. He widens his stance again, spreading his legs, gathering you in his arms as his touch suddenly becomes greedier, his kisses hot and searing as they brush over your skin. Your body is now incredibly sensitive to any touch he gives you, and when the rough pads of his fingertips move to soothe over where the band of your underwear popped against your skin, you nearly melt. 

Words are lost on you as you pull away, breathless, and fail even more so when Tenma merely drags his lips along your jaw. He’s unwilling to part from you, silently urging you to continue moving against him; massaging his hands in circles over the small of your back, he hooks a finger through the band of your underwear, pulling it back and allowing it to snap against your skin as he simultaneously sucks over your pulse point. 

“Mm,” Tenma hums against you, his own voice coming out airy and shaken at feeling your body against his. “C’mon, baby, you gotta tell me. Use your words for me.”

His statement is not a question, and at the feeling of the warm, thick outline of his cock pressing against your barely-clothed cunt, you easily give in to your boyfriend’s desire. Tenma aches to hear you voice how badly you need him; you’re dripping on his lap, rutting and rocking over his cock and moaning his name. The sight alone is enough to have anyone cumming, and the desire to hear and see more from you nearly spills out of his heart.

“Want more,” you press your lips to his in a show of desire, holding onto him tighter in retaliation. Tenma responds just as eagerly, allowing you to part his lips so you can press your tongue to his. “Wanna feel more of you. Tenma, please.”

Your breathless wishes, murmured hotly against Tenma’s lips, leave him feeling restless and greedy. Large hands grip at your hips again as he moves one down, nosing along your jaw and panting in an almost agitated manner. His chest is heaving and eyes heavy with desire as he takes in the sight of you over him, running a hand down your side until it’s shoved between your bodies, pressing between your thighs. 

“Yeah? You want more? Want me to touch you?” Tenma asks, voice low and rough with lust as his fingers catch along the seam of your underwear. He feels your slick even through the flimsy fabric, and the notion of your arousal has him nearly collapsing against the couch. 

“I – yes, please,” you moan his name, curling your body over him as you press your forehead to his. Nudging his head up, Tenma asks you for a kiss, words messy and muffled against your mouth as you instinctively lean forward. 

“God, fuck. You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmurs against your lips, not willing to pull away for even a second. His voice is low and rough, and full of need as he grinds against your cunt, rubbing against your clit.

Finally, Tenma presses a bit harder to your cunt. You gasp against his mouth as he plays with your clit over the fabric, circling over the swollen nub in short, lethargic motions that have the pleasure building slowly yet steadily. It’s addicting, and when he pulls the fabric to the side, swiping his fingers through your soaked folds to gather your arousal on his fingertips, it’s all you can do to gasp against his greedy mouth, attempting to spread your thighs wider for him even when you knock your knees against the arm of the couch. 

Tenma chuckles at your sudden movements, and it mumbles low and rough against your parted lips. His breath is hot as it fans across your skin, and as you grip onto him a bit tighter than before, Tenma repeats the sound. 

The sound of Tenma’s desire, combined with the ragged drag of his clothed cock between your thighs, his fingers pressing and teasing against your clit, has your head feeling like it’s in a rush. The room feels like it’s buzzing – the feeling only increasing with every moan that falls from your boyfriend’s lips, with every caress of his fingers between your thighs. With a shaky gasp into Tenma’s mouth, you wind your arms around his neck, pulling him closer until your breasts are pressed against his chest. Again, your hands tangle in Tenma’s hair, tilting his head back until he’s moaning unabashedly into your mouth. 

“Wanna feel more,” Tenma nearly pants against you, raspy, refusing to pull away for even a moment. His grip on your body is tight – reluctant to let you go – and when his hand wraps around your side, the other still preoccupied with rubbing at your clit, you almost feel like falling against him in pleasure. 

“I do, too,” you tell him, curling your hands in his hair. 

Tenma has always appreciated how you tug and pull at his hair, often stating it’s the main reason he’ll never cut it. What would you have to pull on then, baby? he’d ask, a tugging smirk pinning you to place. 

As you tug again – lightly, barely adding enough pressure to pull the tension taut – Tenma’s head follows your movement. A string of spit connects your lips where you part, Tenma’s mouth falling open in a loud, broken moan. His hips jut underneath yours, and you feel a tightening in your chest as his cock throbs against you, Tenma’s sounds ringing in your ears as your fingers curl in his soft strands. 

“C’mon, baby,” his eyes are dark and filled with lust, still playing with your clit as he watches you hungrily. “Wanna feel you sit on my cock. Please?” 

Tenma suddenly twists his hand in your underwear, pulling the fabric tight against your cunt and tugging it between your folds. You’re absolutely soaked, and you clutch to Tenma’s shoulders pathetically as he pulls your underwear against you, dragging the fabric against your sex and teasingly letting his fingers brush against your clit. 

Desire burns thick through your body, and everywhere Tenma touches feels like buzzing across your skin. His lips part before he bites on his bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth as he watches you above him. The charged silence is intense, drawing you closer as arousal pulses through your body. 

With a nod, you hastily agree, wanting nothing more than to feel his thickness fill you. 

Tenma rushes to pull his sweatpants down, not bothering to pull them off entirely before his cock is stiff and resting against his abdomen. In other circumstances, you’d find yourself admiring him – the curve of his thick cock, the pink tip leaking his arousal, the coarse trail of hair that led to where you need him most. However, Tenma has grown impatient, and quickly urges you off his lap to quickly tug off the thin fabric of your underwear. 

“God, look at you,” he murmurs in awe as you stand before him, dragging his fingers between your soaked folds to spread you apart. His eyes are latched onto where a string of your slick sticks to his fingers, and he sucks them into his mouth without warning. 

Tenma is breathing hard as you move to straddle him again, biting his lip harshly when you settle over his lap, the heat of his cock pressing against your cunt as you grind against him. His eyes are heavy with want as you rock over him, his hand moving from his mouth to press against your ass to aid you in short, stuttering grinds along his cock. 

“Tenma – please–” you beg, head falling forward to rest against his shoulder. 

In response, his hands grip your sides, kneading and caressing under your shirt before he’s hurriedly tugging it off your body. The fabric comes off smoothly, and as soon as it does, Tenma’s lips are wrapped around your nipple, licking and sucking along your breast, pulling it between his teeth and moaning headily. 

“I wanna enjoy this,” Tenma explains when he pulls away, hands rubbing over the small of your back, teasingly dipping between the soft folds of your cunt, before pulling away. Not able to help himself, he places another kiss to your breast. “Wanna remember how pretty you look sitting on my lap when I’m stressed at work.”

When you tighten your thighs around his waist, Tenma responds by pulling you in for another searing kiss. With fumbling motions, you grip the base of his cock, and Tenma moans into your mouth, licking around your tongue as you press his tip against your cunt. 

“Fuck, please,” Tenma pants against you, dragging his lips along your neck, pressing wet kisses against your throat. With one last look, darkened eyes snapping to yours, you press Tenma’s cock against your cunt, slowly sinking down on him, savoring the pleasure of the blunt head of his cock pushing inside you. 

“Ohh,” you let out a gasping moan, letting go of his cock to rock yourself onto the rest of him. Easily, you take him in, thighs shaking as you press against him further. 

“Oh fuck,” Tenma’s head falls to the back of the couch, mouth parting in silent pleasure as you clench around him. It feels as if you’re suffocating his cock, swallowing him whole as you suck him in, your slick dripping down to his balls as you grind and rock your hips over him. “Shit – this is better than any fucking movie.”

Briefly, you remember the film playing behind you, but pay it no mind as you focus on the intense pleasure of Tenma filling you. The blunt pressure fills you, stretching you apart as his thick head presses against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside you. With every slow, insatiable roll of your hips, Tenma ruts against that spot again, and it has the thick burn of pleasure building inside you faster than you’d like to admit. 

“Tenma, fuck – you feel so good,” you gasp and roll your hips, warm and aching, over his lap. Again, even while barely moving, Tenma feels thick and warm inside you, filling you and constantly pressing against your most pleasurable parts. 

“Trust me when I say you feel better,” Tenma’s arm wraps around the small of your back, pulling your hips against his as a devious smirk overtakes his features. His cock grinds inside you, pulling a whimper from your lips as Tenma spreads his thighs. “Shh, just wanna feel you, baby.”

Suddenly, Tenma stops moving. His cock still fills you deliciously, but the slow bumps and grinds along him halt to a stop. He fills you, and the pleasure is throbbing as it spreads across your thighs, there but barely enough.

“W-what?” you ask, a choked moan stilted on your tongue as you attempt to move. You wind your arms around Tenma’s neck again, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. He opens his mouth to taste you, not bothering to hide the aroused moan he lets out as your cunt tightens around him, more of your slick coating his cock as you pant into his mouth.

With a low chuckle, Tenma pulls away. He tucks his nose against the underside of your jaw, a teasing yet adoring grin tugging at his lips as he merely pulls you closer. His words are rough, and he places a wet, slow kiss to your neck, sucking lightly as he keeps you sitting on his cock. “Gonna take this nice and slow. Wanna take my time with you.”

He’s teasing. Tenma’s hands knead and massage your waist, digging into the fat of your ass, barely allowing you enough friction; the pleasure continues building between your thighs, and as he feels your arms tighten around his neck, Tenma presses a grin to your throat and dips his fingers to brush over where you’re connected.

The sharp gasp you let out has you involuntarily rocking over his cock, causing your boyfriend to let out a shuddering, shaking breath against your skin. “Hey now,” he warns, landing a gentle smack against your ass that only has you taking in more of his cock. Tenma responds with a low, pleasured sound, coming from the back of his throat as his darkened eyes dart to yours. 

“Tenma, I want you to fuck me,” you try to explain, but your words are muffled where your head is pressed to the crook of his neck. You feel his cock throb inside you at your words, and you can’t help but whimper and clench around him, doing your best to ignore the throbbing pressure that lingers in your cunt. 

“And I want you to be patient,” Tenma retorts, slowly kissing along your neck, leaving a searing heat in his path. He sucks and bites along your skin, teasing kisses and sensual drags of his tongue that have your mind feeling hazy and heavy with want.

Despite his words, Tenma pulls you impossibly closer, and you catch how he bites his lip when you move over his cock as he does so. Tucking you against his body, Tenma simply rests like this, arms slack around your middle even as his cock is absolutely aching inside you. 

“My baby wanna feel good?” he asks, his eyes dipping lower to stare at where you’re connected. You feel the heat burning in his gaze, and the notion that he needs you as badly as you need him sends a pang of pleasure rushing through your cunt. 

“Please,” is all you can manage, tightening your hands in his hair pathetically, curling your body closer to his in an effort to feel closer. Still, you hear how Tenma’s breath hitches in his throat as your breasts press against his chest, and you feel a surge of satisfaction fill your chest at the sound. 

Again, Tenma pulls your hips further against his. As if he can’t help himself, Tenma slowly ruts his hips underneath yours, dragging his cock in your cunt just enough to allow you a bit of the pleasure you’d been seeking. 

The stuttered moan that you offer him is akin to his own reaction; Tenma is harshly gripping your hips, tugging his lip between his teeth to keep still. It’s endearing, seeing how he’s just as affected as you, even with his teasing words and actions. 

His hands wander, and you clutch him closer to you as he becomes increasingly handsy. His touch lingers and massages your body, running down your side, flicking your nipple, smoothing down your back, before he finally dips a hand between your thighs to rub at your aching clit. 

The pleasure is immediate, coursing through your body, causing your clit to swell even more so. Tenma grins at your reaction – a sharp gasp, followed by a strained moan of his name. You sit on his cock as he rubs against your clit, lightly bumping over where his cock fills you with every swirl of his wrist, still not moving you along his cock. 

“Wanna take my time with you,” Tenma repeats, eyes dark and filled with adoration as you sit on his cock, the movie fading into a distant hum behind you. With a low, pleased chuckle, Tenma presses his fingers to your clit harder, rubbing and soothing your aching nub with his touch. “You know, so I can remember this when I’m stressed at work.” 

The movie plays for the rest of the night, though no attention is paid to it.

haikyuu masterlist

kinktober masterlist

pairing ; iwaizumi hajime x reader ( otome/various! )

genre ; otome band au! angst, crack, exes to ???

synopsis ; during the final year of college, iwaizumi decided to end things with y/n to focus on his upcoming career in the music industry. though they said it was a mutual agreement, y/n held onto her resentment. years later after moving on, she comes face to face with the man who made her hate this city.

warnings ; RATED R for suggestive themes /humor, toxic behavior from literally everyone, language, use of drugs and nicotine, and hoe vibes. proceed with caution.

authors note ; three separate masterlists will be added after chapter ten. if you wish to be tagged only in only one or more route(s), please notify me.

status ; in progress. no current update schedule.

taglist ; OPEN

meet the bands! VIPERDAE | X havoc

prologue: japan welcomes you. jk not really.

chapter one : i’m beggin’ . . . begging you

chapter two : matsuhana = ship sailed

chapter three : that’s not very cash money of you

chapter four : someone somewhere is talking

chapter five : good boy.

chapter six : my dick ain’t going anywhere near you, bestie

chapter seven : you owe me a coffee

chapter eight PART 1 : who the hell is kaori?

chapter eight PART 2 : jealously, jealously

chapter nine : behind the music industry

chapter ten : the collaboration ( coming soon )

please proceed to a route masterlist to continue the story.

. . . IWAIZUMI HAJIME ROUTE !! tba ( main story )

. . . OIKAWA TOORU ROUTE !! tba

. . . MATSUHANA ROUTE !! tba

extra content . . . #good ; 4 u ♡

spotify playlist : anti-romantic

© All rights reserved by SHOKAMI. Do not modify, repost on any platforms, plagiarize, or claim as your own.

Iwaizumi Hajime & California Night