[bloodvins]

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[bloodvins]

thinking about tsukishima kei pushing his slender fingers in your mouth instead of his cock, watched as you beg for it with a narrowed slit of keen eyes and flushed cheeks. mesmerized by the way your voice slips into a desperate whine. you'll get your fill, but nothing can compare to the need to earn it first. letting him toy with you until he's satisfied.

[luckieangel]

him snapping a photo of you with a digital camera and smiling as he says, “you look real pretty like this, baby.” this being you stuffed with his cock …

[tobio-rs]

— cw: smut, bestfriend!tsukki x fem reader, penetration, unprotected sex, requited feelings (if you squint) | MINORS DNI

— word count: 0.9k

— a/n: here's part 2 of platonic cockwarming bsf!tsukki ♥︎ thank you for enjoying part 1 and for wanting more !! this can still be read as a stand alone drabble though ! enjoyed doing this mini series sm, let's end this year with a bang *winks*

“you think it’s funny?”

tsukishima’s balls deep inside you, still resisting the urge to move. it’s a game he already lost the moment he asked for you to sit on his cock. he sees you giggling at his question, almost laughing at how he easily broke with your tight pussy.

how come your calm and collected best friend's lost his mind when you already bottomed out on his throbbing length?

“knowing you, i should be the one more affected by this, kei,” you snide a remark, playing into his current state: brows furrowing, chest heaving more erratically, hands gripping your waist tighter than earlier.

honestly, tsukishima’s enamored and he doesn’t want to admit it. he likes the way you look good on top of him. he’s observing every strand of hair falling perfectly into place on your face, and how your plump lips curl into a smirk everytime he makes eye contact. he’s getting frustrated at how you’re hardly breaking now, after almost losing your mind earlier as he slowly entered his cock into you, when an idea briefly crossed his mind.

tsukishima lowers his hands to grip your ass and thrusts up.

“ah!” you moan at his sudden action, putting your hands on the wall to leverage on something, just anything, to snap you back to reality. you squeeze your eyes shut and whine at the sensation.

“you liked that?” he chuckles, biting his lip while pressing one hand on your back.

you grab the hair behind his head as you slowly nod.

it’s happening. he’s doing it. what’s supposed to be just cockwarming turned into full-blown sex.

you’re actually being fucked by your best friend tsukishima.

and it feels so fucking good that he's hitting the right spots inside you, the slick of your pussy slowly pooling down his balls as you start to fuck up and down his cock.

it’s sensual and filthy, it almost feels illegal. you look like lovers making love right now; his lips kissing your neck, his hands exploring every inch of your body, your pretty sighs egging him to risk everything.

tsukishima groans as he thrusts more, pulling out to tease your entrance then bottoming out again to kiss the deepest parts of your pussy.

“o-oh my god,” you elicit pretty moans as his living room is filled up with sounds of skin and slick and of you. “feels good, kei.”

“fuck, say it again,” he grabs your face, fucking you harder. “i like when you say my name like that.”

“you feel good in me, kei.”

tsukishima almost growls at how he moaned so deeply. he grabs his shirt and throws it on the floor. he grabs your clothes next, signaling for you to take them off. and you do, throwing your clothes and panties on the floor, then unhooking your bra and throwing it beside the pile of clothes.

he’s speechless, looking at all of you, and it’s harder now that his glasses are all fogged up from the heat between the two of you. so you remove his glasses like you read his mind, placing it on his table before bouncing on his cock faster, his hand cupping your face to kiss you, tongues swirling against each other as you moan in his mouth.

tsukishima breathes you in as you ride him, lips smacking against each other as his cock massages your insides, as if he’s perfectly made for you.

“you- fuck,” he briefly breaks the kiss, lifting you up and placing your back flat on the couch. “you’re driving me crazy.”

tsukishima pins your legs up and quickly rubs his tip on your entrance. you want to complain, for him to satisfy your needs, to keep fucking you.

“kei, please-”

he puts it in, thrusting into you rapidly. you scream as he covers your mouth with his hand, his other massaging your chest.

“more?” tsukishima encloses his lips on your tits as he grinds into you, hips moving harder and rougher.

“yes,” you grab onto his blonde hair. “please, make me cum.”

your pleas drove him insane, pulling you closer, his forehead now pressed onto yours as he fucks you, hitting your sweet spot again and again and again, more than determined to ride your high.

and you feel a sudden knot on your stomach, you grip his arms, back arching, feeling the waves of orgasm about to crash, “‘m gonna cum, kei, fuck-”

“yeah?” tsukishima rubs your clit while fucking into you, “cum for me.”

your legs shake as your slick gushes out, cumming as your sweet nectar wraps around his cock. you moan his name over and over again, eyes tearing up at how good it feels finally cumming around him, and tsukishima’s so captivated at your fucked out state, him bottoming out one last time before pulling out.

“shit,” tsukishima pumps his load on your stomach, cock throbbing at the mess he made on you.

heavy breaths echo his living room, both your clothes messy on his floor, your bodies now intertwined on his couch.

tsukishima lets out a chuckled sigh before looking at you, reaching for his glasses and grabbing tissues to help clean the mess he made on you.

you clear your throat. “so," he looks up at you as you let out a giggle. “you’re good.”

“shut up,” tsukishima avoids eye contact, his cheeks growing a shade darker. you don’t know if it’s humiliation or flattery, probably a mixture of both, at how your mostly stoic ‘best friend’ that barely shows emotion suddenly becomes more passionate at something aside from volleyball.

for you.

tsukishima plants a kiss on your forehead before grabbing your clothes, helping you get dressed.

and you’re not one to complain.

after all, nothing’s platonic with tsukishima anymore.

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[l-minus]

sighhh... accidental penetration during dry humping that turns into serious fucking

[lumieros]

18+ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ how roommate!gojo eats you out.

losing the couch fight with roommate!gojo ends in one second, and the next he’s got you pinned under him, grinning down like he found the last drop of water in a desert.

“house rule #20,” he hums, mouth brushing your ear as his hips press into yours, “if you’re already under me, we might as well make the most of it.”

you sigh, trying to squirm but his weight pins you effortlessly. “toru, we should just watch the movie—” satoru grins, ignoring you.

“can’t watch the movie when i’m starving.” his head dips down between your thighs as soft lips kiss your inner thighs.

“there are leftovers in the fridge.” you say at any last attempt at trying to preserve self control, but the way your hips betray you by grinding forward against the warmth of satoru’s lips, you know you’ve already lost.

“nah, found something better,” his tongue parts your slick folds gently, feather light kisses on your clit before he takes a mouthful of cunt, dragging his tongue slowly—testing, tasting, “itadakimasu.”

“fuck—toru...” you gasp, thighs trembling and clenching around his head.

satoru only hums against you, smug and cocky. lips sliding over your folds, teeth nipping gently. “mmh, god, you’re soaked baby, been waiting for me? all this sugar f’me?” he actually slurps—a tease—tongue curling expertly and fingers clutching your hips to hold you still, “’s okay baby, i’ll clean you up all nice.”

“hah—ahhh...god, toru, it’s t-too much—oh,” your voice breaks into desperate moans when satoru starts to suck. tongue sliding in naturally, ravishing every drop of your sweet mess. “shh, i got you,” his chuckles reverberates through your cunt, making you shudder and leaving a heavy ache in its wake. teasing every sensitive spot, satoru grins, “i’ll be going for seconds.”

[lumieros]

satoru would definitely be the kind of husband to entertain women who come up to flirt with him. although for his own selfish logic.

he’s so used to attention and flirtations. people flock to him, men and women alike— and he enjoys it all. he’s all smiles and lazy banter like he’s just waiting for the punch line.

he had only been waiting for you outside your workplace for 5 minutes before a woman approached him. the woman who’s been twirling her hair and talking about some blah, blah, blah, satoru has been grinning and replying with a charming smile and faux interest.

and then she finally says what he wants to hear, “ …so you and i could just go back to my place if you want, or yours.” she winks at him, and satoru leans in with the face of a man who’s waited his entire life to hear these words.

“oh, actually, my wife’s fucking me tonight. we’re going all raw, like, she’s gonna let me cum inside, every last drop. so i’ll be very busy. i just can’t wait to see her.”

pause— the woman takes 2 seconds to process before her face mortifies into an amalgamation of horror and pure disgust. and satoru just beams like an excited child. like he finally gets to talk about his favourite thing in the world.

“i got her this lingerie,” he gestures to the bag in his hand, stretching like a cat, “i swear this colour’s gonna ruin me. she looks gorgeous in every colour though, can’t believe she married me. can’t believe i get to fuck her every night.”

“i— wha—” the poor woman would’ve been fine with a simple no, but satoru insists on further worshipping his wife, “like you know I actually begged her for 3 weeks to give me a chance. the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen. see—”, he takes out his phone from his pockets, unlocks his phone to show her the homescreen wallpaper, “isn’t she just actually perfect? she has the prettiest moans ever.” and the homescreen is you sleeping in his arms, under the sheets. the lack of clothing leaves nobody wondering what had happened prior to the pic.

the woman walks away muttering profanities, absolutely disgusted. but satoru is still admiring his wallpaper.

seriously, how the hell did he bag you?

[gothbachira]

getting kissed so deeply and passionately while they pump their fingers in n out of you

[lvmimis]

ngl there's something about having your hips gripped tightly and desperately and him groaning while easing you down through that tight fit that is your pussy being spread around his thick cock

[ozth]

what? oh sweetheart no, you're not weirding me out at all. you're weirding me in. keep talking, freak

[luckiestangel-deactivated202509]

love a man who gets the biggest boner as you’re sitting on his lap, rambling about your day or your interests or anything at all … and his smile is cocky as you stop mid sentence, eyes a little wide because how is he hard right now? and he thrusts his hips up a little to make it known — this is what you do to me

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

When your fave's fucking you like an animal and chanting "you're gonna make me cum, you're gonna make me cum"

[swelterweather]

for scientific purposes | hange zoë (aot)

drabble. nsfw themes. no smut, but very suggestive. gn!reader. university professor!hange (reader isn't their student, to clarify). wrote this in a trance state. dividers from @cafekitsune.

The best thing about Hange, you decided early on, was their undeniable love of belts. When you both started dating, you realized it was a staple part of their daily outfits. One time, you pointed it out, and they joked that they felt naked without it.

After that, you couldn’t stop noticing. Whenever Hange fiddled with the accessory—tightening the strap and readjusting the buckle—your eyes immediately flicked over to them. It was an automatic response at this point, and you wonder how they haven’t asked you about it.

It gets worse. The quick clink of a belt buckle in public now has you searching for the source of the sound. Even when Hange is nowhere to be found, their image is burned into your mind. It's driving you mad. 

You start spending countless hours staring at the belts in your drawer, fingers tracing and tugging at the leather. One evening, you finally snap. You grab one belt, tightening it around different parts of your body—your thighs, stomach, chest, and neck. Hell, you even try to gag yourself with it. 

Perhaps you’ve truly lost it when you start imagining Hange doing this to you. You want to be subjected to their unnerving curiosity, the crazed enthusiasm in their eyes. Fuck.

So, when Hange calls you over to their office one evening, you're not ready for the way they crash their lips into yours. Unconsciously, your hands make their way down to Hange's hips, grabbing onto the leather accessory that's had you in a chokehold.

Hange hums into your kiss before pulling away. "So you do have an interest in my belt." They chuckle lightly, amusement evident in their eyes. "Normally, you hold me by the collar when we kiss. And you've been staring at my belt more often these days."

"I..." The words die in your throat. What exactly were you willing to admit to them? "Sorry, was it weird-"

"You seemed rather curious about it. So, by nature, it also made me curious." Hange presses forward into your personal space once more. "You of all people know that I act on my curiosity, right?"

You nod slowly, feeling heat surge through your body. It feels almost unreal to be in this situation. "Go on. What do you want to do with that belt, honey?"

Your fingers immediately unclasp the buckle like they have a mind of their own. Hange stays still, watching every single movement you make. When you finally pull the belt out of the loops, you realize you're not sure what comes next; too many desires are left waiting to be fulfilled. For a moment, you falter.

"Nothing to be scared of." Hange gently squeezes your trembling hands. "No right or wrong here. What do you want?"

You stare down at them, and you're reminded of the one thing you couldn't try by yourself. "Tie my wrists." You raise your arms, like a prisoner about to be cuffed.

"That's what you want, honey?" they clarify, hands hovering over the belt strap. 

"Yeah," you exhale. "Actually, wait." You turn around, bringing your arms together behind your back. "There. Please."

Hange curses under their breath before proceeding with your request. Your heart beats faster as you feel the way the leather digs tightly into your skin.

"There," Hange says, a little more breathless this time. "Like that?"

You can only nod in response, the feeling of restraint starting to overwhelm you.

"Okay. What do you want to do next?" they whisper into the crook of your neck. "I need to know," they chuckle, "for scientific purposes."

[bloodvins]

choke me with it i mean uhm who said that

[swelterweather]

take care of you | ennoshita chikara (hq)

drabble. nsfw themes. no smut, but very suggestive. gn!reader. timeskip!ennoshita. first work, i am scared. dividers from @cafekitsune.

Can't help but think about the perks that come with having Ennoshita Chikara as a husband.

He’s a true gentleman; in fact, he’s been one since your first date. Respectful, thoughtful, sweet, warm…the list goes on.

You often wonder how to repay him, but he always insists it isn’t necessary. Thus, you sometimes worry that he’s way too considerate for his own good; you can’t count how many times you’ve told him it’s okay to put himself first.

Chikara’s a dedicated one, that’s for sure.

After graduating college together, you’ve both been thrown into the chaos of the adult world. The working hours are crazy, nothing compared to your academic work or internships. Inevitably, you both come home exhausted on the weekdays.

You often ask him what he needs—a back rub, a glass of cold water, his favorite comfort meal, or a Salonpas patch. And he’s more than happy to do the same for you on rough days.

But the last thing you expected was this.

“I need you,” he says from the couch.

“Wh-” You freeze in the middle of putting your coat on the hanger. “What do you mean?”

You have a gut feeling that you know exactly what he’s talking about when he gets up and walks over to where you’re standing.

When you look into his eyes, you see unbridled desire. You’re not sure you’ve ever seen him like this. 

You remember the first time you made love during your honeymoon, which was an emotional outpouring of feelings.

All the other times were heartwarmingly soft—mornings and staying in bed on the weekends were lethal combinations.

If anything, you were pretty sure that’s what you’d do tomorrow…it’s Friday evening, after all.

“Chikara-”

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he cuts you off, pressing his body flush against yours.

Chikara, ever the gentleman, has never been this forward before. It’s…exciting.

“What, during work?” You tease lightly, cupping his face in your hands.

“Wanna bend you in half,” he mutters by your ear, and you shiver.

Holy shit.

He wraps his arms around you, closing whatever gap existed previously.

And you feel it—the way his cock strains against his boxers.

Oh.

Oh.

The words die in your mouth.

“Can we?” He whines. His hands travel to your hips, pressing deeply into both sides.

And how can you deny him?

“Now?” You embrace him in return, rubbing his back gently. It didn’t even register that you haven’t reciprocated.

And with that realization, a little worry settles into the pit of your stomach.

“Yeah…” He breathes out.

“Chikara?” You ask, voice a little meek.

He notices, transferring his hands to rest on your shoulders. He moves back a little to see your face, and you see the gentle concern etched on his.

“Yes, darling?”

“I’m not sure I can give you my all right now,” you admit. “Work sapped the energy outta me today. I don’t want it to feel…unfair for you.”

The both of you stay silent for a moment, the sound of your heavy breathing filling the air.

“I mean, I’d love to- heck, I want to, but I might not hold up physically,” you clarify. “You’re always giving me your all, dear. It’s only fair that I do the same-”

“It’s okay.”

What?

“Let me do all the work.” He cups your face. “Everything. I’ll take care of you.”