Thread by @IDtsuKei

#oitsk #oitsukki nsfw!!

Tsukki goes on a trip with the museum. It’s the frogs off season and they need someone to go to Argentina and meet with a department head there, and tsukki’s boss can’t make it so they ask him and of course he says yes?? The frogs are doing amazing

But he won’t play volleyball forever, he’s going to do all he can to further his career at the museum.

So he goes and the museum is amazing and the head of the department is close to his own age and despite his rusty hold on the language he learned years ago, they converse well

Together. The deal is all but signed, when the museum worker invites tsukki out for a night on the town. Normally he would decline, but over the course of the day the man had let it slip that his husband would be going, and after a tense moment when he realized what he

Said and tried to backtrack, tsukki had assured him he was also very gay and didn’t care. After much prodding, tsukki caved and agreed to go to one place with them, and that is how he found himself in a very loud, very gay club. After going through the seven stages of grief for

His quiet night in at the hotel room, he decides fuck it. He’s in a completely different country, why not let loose. He’s a few shots into it when he hears a gasp and then ‘Karasuno!’ The Japanese has him turning his head before he recognizes his old school name, and he finds

Himself face to face with oikawa Tooru. He freezes for half a second because seriously what is his luck? Before raising an eyebrow at the other man. Call him petty, but he had never gotten over Aoba Johsai singling him out at being bad at receives(though he was). Oikawa lost

Double points for the way kageyama fangirled over him.

‘Can I help you?’ His tone isn’t as snarky as it would’ve been a few years ago, but it’s still not quite friendly. Oikawa ignores it, beaming and stepping closer. Tsukki knows it’s just to be practical, the club seems to

Have never heard of turning the volume down, but he can’t stop the small shiver as oikawa steps completely in his space. (He doesn’t have to like the man to recognize he’s attractive, he’s an Olympic gold medalist for crying out loud).

‘I thought that was you. You’re Shoyo’s

Blocker!’

And with that, the attraction is gone.

‘I’m not his anything, thanks.’ Tsukki goes to turn around but the language shift must have caught his companions attention because they’re both staring wide-eyed at oikawa. They look to tsukki, clearly wanting an introduction

So he does just that, and as they’re all discussing the Argentina team schedule, tsukki points to the bar and heads off for another drink. By the time the bartender and him get on the same level and a drink is placed in front of him, oikawa is back.

‘So! What brings you to the

Lovely country of Argentina?’

Tsukki sighs into his drink, resigning himself to making small talk until oikawa grows bored and escaping back to his hotel. He would tell his coworker that he got sick or something tomorrow when they finalized everything. ‘Work.’

‘What do the

Frogs have to do in Argentina?’ Oikawa frowns.

‘No, my other job.’

Recognition dawns in oikawa’s eyes. ‘Ah that’s right. The museum. That explains the two men back there, they work at a local one or something?’ Tsukki’s eyebrow furrows.

‘How do you know I work at a museum?

Wait, how do you know I play for the frogs?’

‘Just because I’m in a different country doesn’t mean I don’t keep track of all the potential players for team Japan. Friends close, enemies closer right?’ Oikawa winks, grinning. Tsukki sputters into his drink.

‘Potential—are you

Delusional?’

‘Am I? The frogs are moving up next season, they don’t have to announce it for the world to know.’ Tsukki shifts as Oikawa hits the nail on the head. The frogs were going to be division one at the start of next season, they were just pushing back the official

Announcement until closer to tryouts. ‘And your receives are solid, that jump floater you stole from the other crow in your year is so close to being disgusting. And your blocks? Some of the best I’ve seen. Of course you’re on the list.’

Oh no. The attraction was back full

Force, no matter how much Tsukki cursed out his easy to please brain. ‘Do you even know my name?’ He flounders, trying to find something to bring him back down. Oikawa just chuckles, and leans in closer as the bodies around him swell to the music.

‘Of course. Tsukishima Kei,

Libra, middle blocker, museum worker, the list goes on and on. And if I don’t know something, I’m sure Shoyo will be willing to share it.’

‘Stalker. What could you possibly need to know my zodiac sign for?’

‘Compatibility,’ he answers with a straight face. ‘Come dance with

Me, megane-kun?’

Tsukki pauses, before deciding to fall back on his ‘why not’ mentality from earlier, downing his drink and letting Oikawa lead him to the dance floor.

Contrary to popular belief with his karasuno teammates, tsukki is no stranger to the dance floor. He was

Playing volleyball semi pro and getting a degree and working an internship, he needed something to release his stress, and that something was a club back in sendai that he frequented. If Oikawa was shocked at his ability to keep up with him, he didn’t let it show. Instead, he

Looped one arm over Tsukki’s shoulder, and grabbed his waist with the other hand. The dance started off clean, but soon enough it devolved into wandering hands, rolls of the hips that had tsukki throwing his head back. A new song started, and tsukki spun around, pressing back

Into the unmistakable bulge in oikawa’s pants.

‘Wanna head back to mine?’ Oikawa mumbles into his ear, ducking his head to mouth at the skin exposed on Tsukki’s collarbone. He barely suppresses a shiver, before nodding. As they leave, tsukki sees the worker from the museum

Giving him an exaggerated thumbs up from the side of his eye.

Oikawa wastes no time, and as soon as the door to his apartment closes, he’s shoving tsukki against it and licking into his mouth. Tsukki groans, bringing his hand up to thread through oikawa’s hair. He tugs, pulling

a moan out of the brunette. Oikawa breaks the kiss, pulling back to pout. ‘Kei-chan, watch the hair.’

Tsukki snorts at the nickname, tugging again, slightly harder. ‘Why? Is it insured or something?’ He teases, as oikawa’s eyes flutter closed.

‘Or something.’ His voice is

Lower now, and his eyes pop back open to make eye contact with tsukki. ‘Bedroom?’

‘I’m not looking to get fucked in the hallway, so that would be nice.’

‘You sure? My neighbors would love to hear you begging for my cock out here. You can say it in Japanese, they wouldn’t be

able to understand you word for word but I bet you would sound desperate enough they would catch on.’ Oikawa teases, but he digs his fingers into tsukki’s hips as he drags him through the house. The path the the bedroom is quick, and they leave a trail of clothes

(TBC later!!)

Behind them. By the time they make it to the bed, they’re both completely naked and Tsukki allows himself to be pushed backwards onto the mattress. Oikawa crawls between his legs, manhandling Tsukki’s legs until they’re bent slightly at the knee, the perfect position for oikawa

To grind down. Tsukki chokes on a moan at the feeling of Oikawa’s rock solid cock against his own, stomach clenching as oikawa’s precum leaves a sticky trail where it touches tsukki’s skin. Not wanting to be left out, tsukki takes one hand to curl around oikawa’s neck, pulling

Until he can sink his teeth into the unmarred skin, and he moves his other hand down, until he can grab a handful of oikawa’s perfectly toned ass, trying to control the pace at which they rolled their cocks together. Oikawa sighs when tsukki’s teeth catch the skin. Tsukki can

Feel the corners of his lips twisting into a grin as he brushes a kiss along tsukki’s hair.

‘Kei-chan, you’re so needy, huh? I should’ve known you would be.’ Oikawa allows Tsukki to control the pace for just a few more seconds, and then he pulls back, gripping tsukki’s chin in

His hand. Tsukki whimpers at the loss of contact, and he feels his face flush as oikawa coos at him. ‘Shh, sweetheart. Has anyone told you how gorgeous you really are?’ He asks, absentmindedly. He trails his thumb from tsukki’s chin closer to his mouth, smirking as tsukki opens

His mouth for it automatically, allowing the pad of oikawa’s thumb to slowly rub along tsukki’s tongue. Oikawa stops moving, still waiting on an answer but with his mouth full, tsukki can only nod once. ‘Hmm, well. You’ll be my pretty pet for the night, won’t you?’ Another nod.

Oikawa dips his head down, kissing tsukki around his own thumb. Tsukki can feel the drool starting to leak from the side of his mouth but he allows oikawa to keep fucking his mouth with his fingers and his tongue until he’s had his fill. He pulls back, and pulls his fingers back

As well. He slides them back to tsukki’s legs, pushing his knees up towards his ears. It only takes one look from him for tsukki to get the hint, holding on to his own legs, propping himself open for oikawa.

‘Let me show you the best thing I’ve learned since being over here,’

Oikawa states, dropping down tsukki’s body. Tsukki’s cock twitches in anticipation, but oikawa keeps going lower, until his tongue licks a flat stripe directly over tsukki’s hole. Tsukki gasps, before it turns into a drawn out moan as oikawa’s tongue traces the path twice more.

‘Please,’ he manages to moan as oikawa keeps his tongue moving. His legs tremble with exertion the longer oikawa eats him out, but tsukki can’t be bothered to notice, too busy moaning and whining. The sounds oikawa’s making are obscene, tsukki can feel the spit dripping down onto

The mattress as oikawa practically makes out with his hole. His tongue doesn’t stay in one spot too long, going from probing it’s way inside of Tsukki, to licking up the spit as it trails its way down, to tease the tip of it against tsukki’s balls, tsukki’s stomach swoops with

Every new movement. Finally he moves to make room for his hand, sliding two fingers inside tsukki immediately. Tsukki keens, subconsciously pulling his legs wider. Oikawa smirks up at him.

‘Knew you’d moan like a whore, kei-chan. Two fingers and my tongue enough to make you a

Slutty mess, huh?’

‘Yes,’ tsukki moans, rocking his hips to meet oikawa’s fingers as they thrust in and out of him.

‘Wanna come like this?’

Tsukki shakes his head no. ‘Fuck me,’ he demands.

‘You sure?’

‘You’re the one who stalked me at the bar, it’s the least you can

Do,’ tsukki slurs, almost lost in the pleasure. Oikawa laughs, but he complies, pulling out some lube and a condom.

‘Roll over,’ he asks, slapping tsukki’s ass as he does. Tsukki clicks his tongue, glaring back over his shoulder at him. Oikawa just ignores him, working to get

Tsukki into the position that he wants, before slowly sliding the tip inside. Tsukki groans, arching his back as best as he can while laying on his stomach. When oikawa bottoms out, both men let out a shaky breath, and he pauses for a few seconds. Once tsukki urges him to move,

He does. His pace isn’t the fastest or the hardest tsukki’s ever been with, but oikawa takes his body and drapes it over tsukki as he fucks him, pressing his chest into tsukki’s back, arms wrapped up and under tsukki’s armpits as he fucks him with his whole body. Each thrust is

Punctuated with a filthy roll, causing the tip of oikawa’s cock to brush against his prostate. That paired with the friction of the silky sheets on his own erection trapped between him and the sheets, and oikawa’s breath coming in pants directly into his own ears, is enough to

Send Tsukki flying over the edge, spilling on the sheets and clenching around oikawa. Oikawa comes with a shout, fucking deeper with each twitch of his hips until he can pull out and discard of the condom. He flops onto the bed next to tsukki, throwing a leg over him as they both

Catch their breath.

Once they’re both breathing normally, tsukki suggests grabbing his clothes and heading back to his hotel but oikawa insists he spends the night, and once again he caves. He borrows some of oikawa’s clothes to sleep in, and they’re both laying there when

Tsukkis phone starts to go off. Again and again. Tsukki groans and rolls over to check it and sees it’s hinata and kageyama in their karasuno group chat. They’re both asking how tsukki’s meeting went, but before he can reply oikawa snatches his phone. He takes a selfie with both

Of them in it, and sends it off with a smiling face and a message that reads ‘the trip is great! We miss shoyo!’

Tsukki sighs, snatching his phone back just as it starts to blow up. ‘That was a glitch, you didn’t see it. Also stop texting me unless you’re paying my

International charges.’ (The responses don’t stop, varying from an excited hinata saying hi to oikawa and booing that they clearly hooked up when he had only ever gotten the chance to make out with oikawa, to a stunned Kageyama who was simply texting variations of wtf.)

Oikawa goes to say something else to tsukki, but tsukki shushes him. ‘Shh, it was a good one night stand. Don’t ruin it by talking.’

Fastforward three years in the future, when argentina is set for a rematch against Japan and all of the world is running articles about how the

Opposing teams are going to pit fiancé against fiancé, and iwaizumi is at his wits end trying to keep oikawa from sneaking in to their practices to watch ‘his Kei-chan’ practice.

Ps oikawa realizes he likes likes tsukki that very night when he wakes up at 3 am to find a still tipsy tsukki eating his strawberry cheesecake ice cream directly from the carton