back on my tsukkiyamakuroken bullshit- buckle up.

NSWF // alcohol / exhibitionism / group sex / strangers involved / could be read as dubcon (but only later on)

when kei and kuroo stall in their advances, kenma and tadashi take matters into their own hands.
“i hate them.”

“no you don’t.”

“yes i do. don’t tell me what to think tadashi. look at them. stupid. i hate them so much.”

sitting on a run down couch next to tadashi, kenma stared over his switch with disgust in his eyes.
the target of his anger?

no other than their best friends. who were currently much more interested in whatever card game they had going on with some of bokuto’s housemates than they were in them.

kenma was, for a lack of a better word, pouting.
tadashi- well. he would be lying if he said he wasn’t slightly upset about it as well.

here they were, dolled up and pretty and just drunk enough to get away with clinging to their respective crushes without coming off too strong- but they were very pointedly not interested.
it is late already, and they are sitting in the remnants of a college party celebrating the end of the semester, cups littering the floor, music booming loud, the bulk of the crowd long gone. people are lazily dozing on the couches, chairs and beanbags around the room-
a couple here and there making out, and the few who are still sober enough to think are huddled around the dimly lit table in the middle of the room, playing a stupid, stupid card game.
of course kuroo had been on board with it as soon as someone proposed, and even if tadashi had silently asked kei not to join, kuroo’s stupid “you’re just scared you’re gonna lose against me” made him thrust his drink into tadashi’s hand and sit down at the table in seconds.
leaving him and kenma behind.

drunk and lonely and frustrated.

“if only he knew that i’d suck his dick under the table right now but nooo kenma here kenma there and still he doesn’t have the balls to ask me out. bastard. i hate him.”
he’s barely making sense but tadashi’s comfortably fogged up brain agrees fully.

“i know right? he could bend me over right here and now and i’d thank him and i keep hinting but he just won’t do anything about it. do i have to make a sign? tattoo it on my forehead?”
kenma snorts and nods. “they think they’re so smart but really they’re the biggest idiots in the world. don’t even realise we’re here begging for them. ugh. i hate them.”

“if he doesn’t do anything tonight i’ll combust from the frustration,” tadashi continues.
kenma groans. “right? i’m so horny can he just fuck me already? fucking pussy. he’s too fucking shy. i hate him.”

“you don’t have to say that you hate him every sentence kenma. but me too. me too.”
for long minutes, they sit next to each other in silence, watching the two men laugh and bicker at the table, entirely unaware of the presences longing for them.

stupid, tadashi thinks. assholes. bastards.

i hate them.

and then-
“kenma. make out with me.”

he doesn’t even think about it. it just seems like a good idea. what has he got to loose?
kenma side eyes him with an unreadable expression. he thinks for a second, and then, without giving him an answer, he puts down his switch and climbs into tadashi’s lap, straddling his hips so he’s eye to eye with him.
“kiss me,” he demands, with that monotone, aloof, quite voice of him, but tadashi finds to appreciate it when he closes the distance between them and immediately moves their lips together, pulling quiet sighs from him.
kenma tastes like mango juice and vodka, sweet on his lips and even sweeter when his tongue licks against tadashi’s capturing his own whines. without thinking, he starts running his hands over kenma’s small frame.
his skin is soft where his fingers touch it under the hem of his shirt, the dip of his waist beautifully moulding against him, and when his other hand runs up his spine and buries itself in his soft hair, the short bristles of his undercut tickling him gently, kenma whines.
they break apart for a second, more to look into each other’s eyes with lust and surprise than to catch their breath, but they both grin and dive back into each other, kenma’s hands running through tadashi’s hair over and over again and his body shifting against his torso.
he feels good in his lap, fitting perfectly against him, and tadashi moves on the couch so they can get even closer, pressing their fronts together again and again as their lips meet and they swap spit and moans and the taste of the night.
for a moment, tadashi forgets all about kei.

that is until kenma starts hungrily kissing down his jaw and then his neck, going to suck hickeys into the sensitive skin under his ears, and he suddenly has a direct view over the room.
tadashi meets golden eyes filled with anger.

across the table, kei is gripping the bottle so tight that he can see the knuckles turn white even from here, and he isn’t moving a single muscle, shoulders tense.

tadashi grins.
this is perfect.

he locks his gaze into kei’s, making sure his eyes are on nothing but him - and then he runs his hands down kenma’s sides and grabs his thighs, pulling him closer so he’s sitting directly on his dick. kenma whines quietly and rolls his body against him-
and tadashi wastes no time to dip his head to the side and capture his mouth in yet another wet, tongue fighting kiss to muffle him.

never once does he let kei look anywhere else.
it’s a clear challenge.

// are you going to do something about this? //

tadashi hopes so. he throws one quick glance at kuroo who’s still focused on the game, entirely unaware that his best friend is currently swapping body fluids with tadashi, and then looks back at kei.
he slams the bottle on the table.

tadashi giggles and finally focusses his attention onto the boy in his lap again, making a point to ignore the rest of the room as he slowly starts grinding against him.
“it’s working kenma, keep going,” he whispers between two kisses, and kenma grins against his lips, arching his back a little more before going back to add another hickey onto the other side of his neck.
it takes less than a minute before he can feel an intense presence looming over them.

two, to be precise.

he barely has a chance to look up and see kei and kuroo’s angry scowls before kenma is being lifted off his lap roughly and he himself looses the couch underneath him.
with a muffled /thump/ he finds himself pressed against a broad chest, his back so snug against kei that his head is leaning backwards onto his shoulder.

exposing his throat.
“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

kei’s voice is quiet but pressing, and it sends a shiver down tadashi’s spine like his nerve endings are set on fire.

still, he’s not ready to give in yet. he feels like being a brat. so he does just that.
“unlike /somebody else/, kenma was willing to give me attention. i was just having fu-“

he is cut off by a hand wrapping over is mouth, effectively shutting him up. he writhes and whines against it, but to no avail. kei’s grip is strong.
“i don’t like that, tadashi. at all.”

he tries to answer, but every sound he makes is muffled.

“i don’t like sharing. you know that, don’t you?”
tadashi nods. he does know. of course he knows. that’s the whole reason he asked kenma in the first place.

“you’re just an attention starved brat, isn’t that right?”

he wants to shake his head and object, but deep down, he knows kei is right. so all he does is whine.
he is attention starved. very much so. he wants kei’s attention on him all the time.

so what if his methods are a little extreme? it worked, didn’t it?

kei chuckles against his neck, and it sends another shiver all through his body.
“fine. this is what you want, right? attention?”

tadashi nods enthusiastically, wanting to wiggle out of kei’s grasp so he can finally, /finally/ make out with him-

but the hand on his face stays.
instead, he’s being shifted around, kei moving his body one-handedly like he weighs nothing-

and presses him right against the big, hard, and seeping hot bulge pushing against his lower back.

tadashi swallows thickly.
he’s //big//.

like, really big.

like, fuck how am i ever going to take this big.
“is this what you want? is this why you were being a slut?”

slowly, very slowly, tadashi nods.

he’s still trying to process what is happening to him when he feels a hand move his trousers down just enough to access him, and he jolts at the sudden touch of cold against him.
“if you want me to stop, tell me now.”

the hand on tadashi’s face vanishes, and he immediately gasps in air like he was just about to drown.

kei nudges him. “tadashi?”
“i want it. i want you,” he finally gets out, and that’s enough for kei to start moving.

his freed hand makes sure tadashi’s shirt is hanging low enough to cover his exposed skin from the rest of the room - not that anyone would be paying attention to them anyway -
before prodding at his lips, asking for him to open up.

tadashi is happy to obey. he sucks his fingers in, two first, then three, and he is eager to roll his tongue around the object of countless of his wet dreams.
kei’s fingers are so long, strong and elegant, and tadashi almost whines when he pulls them back out of his mouth again, mourning the loss of having something to occupy his lips with.

kei just chuckles at him. “needy.”

tadashi pouts.
but- he doesn’t have long to keep his pout up. because it seems like kei’s wet, slicked up fingers finally found the plug nestled into him.

“fuck you really are a slut,” he curses, and tadashi can’t do anything but sit there and stay still as the hot metal is pulled from him.
“stay still. don’t make the others look at us.”

that’s all the warning he gets before three fingers are being pushed inside him, and his back arches off kei’s chest when they immediately brush the sensitive spot inside him.
“shhh, what did i just say? don’t make a scene.”

tadashi wants to cry. he takes quick short breaths and tries so hard to stay quiet and still, but it’s almost impossible. kei feels so good.
“m-more-“ he demands when the fourth finger isn’t enough anymore.

kei huffs out a breath, but pulls his fingers out swiftly.

“you’re a whore, tadashi.”
he wants to protest. he wants to shake his head and say no, he’s not a whore, he just really, really likes him- but then tadashi’s feet leave the floor and before he knows what’s happening, he’s already sinking halfway down kei’s cock.
his scream his muffled by wet fingers stuffing his mouth full, and tadashi’s eyes roll back into his head.
every further inch he sinks feels like he’s being split in half.

tadashi loses all orientation. he forgets where he is and when he is and what is going on around him, his entire existence centres around the hot, thick, and rock hard cock that’s slowly but steadily impaling him.
“feel so good tadashi, fuck,” he hears kei, “you’re so tight,” he praises, on and on, but it doesn’t really register in his head.

tadashi wants to laugh. yeah he’s tight.

that’s probably because he’s a virgin.
and now it’s 2 am and he’s in some college dorm common room, surrounded by unaware drunk people, sitting on his longtime crush’s dick for the very first time.

he should be complaining- but he did ask for this in the first place.
so like the good and needy slut he is, he takes it. he sinks down until his body hits kei’s lap and he’s pretty sure he can feel his dick below his bellybutton, he sinks until he’s panting around the fingers that taste of himself, he sinks until he’s finally aware-
of the man against him and the couch they’re sitting on and the pair of bodies doing almost the same just an arms length away from them.
“are you back with me baby?” he hears kei whisper against his ear, much more gentle than anything he’s said since they started this, and dumbly, tadashi nods.

he’s pretty sure he’s back. as back as he can be, anyway.
“can i move?”

another nod. kei kisses his neck gently. “thank you.”

slowly, the hips underneath him shift. the first drag down is almost painful, torturously slow, but the thrust upwards that follows immediately after makes tadashi arch his back off with a muffled moan.
he’s never felt like this before. so full and warm and tingly and blissed out-

kei sets a slow pace, at first. he eases tadashi up and down, careful not to make too much noise or too many drastic movements, but when no one around gives them as much as a second glance-
he gets bolder.

“look at them, tadashi.”

kei sifts them around just enough so he can see the pair next to them, kenma straddling kuroos hips much like he did tadashi’s earlier. his face is red, as much as he can see from where he’s buried in kuroos chest.
“was it your idea or his?”

tadashi goes to speak, but the fingers he’s still keeping warm in his mouth hinder him. kei pulls them out with a loud wet noise.

“mine. my idea.”

kei chuckles. “of course it was.”
“did he feel good?”

tadashi nods along with the slow thrusts that shake his body. “yeah. pretty. felt good.”

“better than me?”

he shakes his head faster than ever before. “no, no, no-“
another kiss is places along his neck, and tadashi can feel kei smile against him.

“thought so.”
then, he shifts his attention away from him.

“kuroo. it was tadashi’s idea.”

the head covered by dark hair lazily glances over at them, skin flushed slightly and his eyes dark with lust.

“oh? is that so? is that right kitten?”
kenma doesn’t answer. not straight away, anyway. when kuroo bucks into him hard, he yelps up, straightening his spine up before collapsing into kuroos chest again, whining pitifully.

“i asked a question kitten. be nice and answer.”
“mmh ‘s right,” he finally slurs out, and kuroo pats him on the head with a shit eating grin.

“tadashi did prep him well, tsukki, i gotta say.”

as if to prove a point, kuroo slightly shifts kenma away from him, exposing the wet patch of cum between their shirts.
“of course he did. he’s the best.”

kuroo raises a brow. “don’t say that.”

“i’ll say whatever i want.”

“fuck you, four eyes.”

“i’d rather stay here and fuck my perfect hole instead, thanks asshole.”
“ha!?”

tadashi tunes out at that point. he lets kei rock him up and down, enjoying the feeling of being full and warm, the constant brush against his prostate keeping him happy and content.
he barely notices that he’s gotten louder again, until kei shushes him.

“what did i say? you gotta stay quiet. or do you want everyone to watch us?”

tadashi whines and lazily shakes his head, but he still can’t help the noises that make their way out of him despite his-
attempt to keep it down.

kei is about to cover his mouth again, when kuroo lifts kenma off his dick with a whimper and places him in the middle of the couch, hands and knees on the cushions so he’s facing tadashi and kei.
“they liked making out, didn’t they? at least it will shut them up.”

even if tadashi can’t see, he knows that kei is grinning. before he can register what’s happening, he finds himself in a mirrored position, clinging against kenma on the couch.
like a hungry pet, kenma blindly finds his lips and starts rocking them together, slow but deep and breathy kisses swallowing each other’s moans as they’re both being filled up from behind.
tadashi is entirely lost in the feeling.

kenma feels good against him, and kei takes away any leftover thought that his brain could possibly produce, leaving him with nothing but the sweet taste of sugar and alcohol and spit and the heat inside him.
that is- until a bright flash makes him pinch his eyes together in pain.

what-
“fuck off motherfucker i swear to god-” kuroo hisses, but a stranger interrupts him.

“you’re the one parading them around like this, don’t expect us to sit back and just ignore it. don’t be stingy.”
tadashi slowly pries his eyes open again, and when he finally reorients himself, the view of the room is blocked. instead, multiple pairs of hungry eyes and the dark glass of phone cameras are pointed at him and kenma.

his stomach grows hot.
tadashi can’t help it, but the sensation of being fucked for the first time and the sweet mouth against him and the possessive grip of kei’s hands digging into his waist and the attention and desire hanging heavy in the room-
he cums on the spot.
his moan is muffled by kenma, but even more so the multiple oohs and wolf whistles and clicks of cameras around them, barely overshadowed by kei’s curses.

“tadashi-“
“‘s okay,” he slurs, barely breaking contact with kenma, “d’nt mind.”

and he really doesn’t.

he’s fucked out and his brain is foggy and he feels light and tingly and happy and what are a few more eyes and hands ?
kei still gets to fuck him and that’s all that matters.

“kenma-“ kuroo starts, a possessive hand on his shoulder, but he also merely shakes his head.

“‘ fine,” is all he says before going back to licking into tadashi’s mouth
tadashi smiles sloppy against him and giggles.

it’s nice to feel kei’s hands on him tighten a little more, and his thrusts getting a little deeper and harder, but he lets it happen.

from the corner of his eyes, tadashi can see a few people lazily stroking their dicks.
oh.

it doesn’t really register until one of them dares to step up closer to the couch, right between him and kenma, and offer it up to them.

kei is protesting, but all tadashi and kenma need is a glance before they part their lips and take the stranger between them,
two mouths wrapping around it on each side.

he’s cursing up a storm, thrusting into them, but it’s enough to get the rest going. tadashi barely notices how another dick finds his hand, wet and hard, and thrusts into his fist that hangs uselessly at his side.
maybe he flinches a bit when the first load of hot white cum covers his back, but when the stranger curses and covers both his and kenma’s face with spend, he only giggles and starts to lick it off kenma’s cheek.
they go like that for a while.

tadashi is in heaven.

he stops counting strangers after the 7th lets their cum drop off his skin, only managing to shoot half of it into his mouth, and the rest pass in a blur.
all he knows is kenma against him and kei inside him, and many, many, many hands and eyes and dicks that want his attention.

he’s so, so happy.
he doesn’t know how much time has passed when he slumps against the now drenched cushions, a mixture of body fluids seeping into the shirt that still hangs halfway off his torso, and the only thing he can do is whine pathetically.

he’s long past words.
kenma has rolled up into a ball at next to him, equally wrecked but smiling.

for the first time in a while, the heat inside him disappears.

along with kei’s dick, a flood of lukewarm cum gushes out of him and tadashi cringes at the feeling of it dribbling down his thighs.
“nnghhh,” he whines, not in a state to find words, but he calms when a hand runs through his hair.

“shh, it’s okay.”
he barely realises how he’s being shifted around and wrapped into two arms, holding him close against a warm chest, until he nuzzles into the familiar scent.

“you okay?”

“mmh.”
“sure? that was- a lot.”

“mmmhm.”

tadashi grins dopily. he’s very okay. maybe he can’t speak right now, but he had the time of his life. that’s gotta be obvious to kei, right?
only- it really isn’t.

tadashi comes to again when he feels warm water around his naked body. he’s in an unfamiliar bathroom in an unfamiliar bathtub, and right in front of him, an equally naked kei is crying.
“kei?”

tadashi moves through the water as fast as his aching body lets him. he clumsily sinks against his chest, settling between his legs uncomfortably, but he doesn’t care.

“kei why are you crying?”
kei just shakes his head and tries to brush the tears away, but it’s too late.

“did you hurt yourself? are you okay?”

kei looks at him for a second through tear clouded eyes. then, he slumps down and hugs tadashi against him, so tight that he thinks he feels his ribs burst.
he lets him anyway.

“i’m sorry. ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry, i’m so so sorry tadashi,” he sobs against him, and for once, he has no clue what the hell is going on inside kei’s head.

“kei? you don’t have anything to be sorry for,” tadashi starts, but he violently shakes his head.
“didn’t want it to happen like that. ‘m sorry, i’m so sorry.”

“did you not like it? i liked it, kei. a lot. don’t apologise.“

“but- but i got jealous and-“

“that’s my fault, tsukki. i wanted that to happen. ‘s not your fault. i liked it so much.”
but kei only shakes his head again. tadashi places a soft kiss on his wet chest. then one on his collarbone. another on his neck.

gently, he pries him off enough so he can reach his lips.
they taste salty and they’re wet with tears and water and spit, but tadashi cherishes their first kiss anyway.

when kei’s breathing finally calms down enough, tadashi tries once again.

“tsukki. kei. did you like it?”

slowly, he looks up.
“i- but you-“

“no, no, no. did /you/ like it?”

he swallows heavily and looks away. “yeah.”

tadashi chuckles and places another kiss on him, his cheek this time.
“see? nothing to feel bad about then.”

“no, i still do tho tadashi. i liked it, but i didn’t want it to be like that. with you. our-“ he gumbles something.

“our what?”

“our first time.”
“oh.”

“yeah oh. i’m sorry.”

tadashi smiles softly. “i liked it. even as a first time. it’s one hell of a way to lose my virginity anyway-“

“your WHAT?”
kei’s eyes are wide.

tadashi frowns.

“why are you so surprised? did you think i’d fuck someone else? someone that isn’t you? i’m offended.”
kei just blinks at him for a long, long moment. then he buries his face in tadashi’s shoulder.

“oh my god i’m so sorry, i’m so, so, so sor-“

“if you say the word sorry one more time i’ll twist your balls off tsukki.”
that finally shuts him up.

“i said i liked it,” tadashi continues. “it was fun. very fun. i’d do it again. but this time maybe, as your boyfriend?”

kei slowly lifts his head and stares at him.
“is this how you’re asking me out?”

“yes it is. don’t shame me. you’ve taken long enough. so, will you be my boyfriend?”

kei exhales and nods with a smile. “yeah. i’ll be your boyfriend.”
“fucking finally. i’m done waiting for you to make the first move.”
// the end

*sigh* guess i better get back to my philosophy paper now. enjoy your food. thanks for reading <3
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