So it’s fitting that the first ask I did from this new bunch that just came in were head canons for Tanaka as third year ace of Karasuno because today is my fave boy’s birthday! I really, really love the head canons about said day and said boy that @hq-cuties-pls did and thus this scenario was born from inspiration of those! Female reader!
Tanaka’s fingers tremble a bit as he pulls on the bow. He’s fairly sure he knows what’s in this box, or at least the nature of the gift if not the actual item, and it breeds anticipation in his gut which travels north and south simultaneously, blooming to full blown excitement when the tissue is removed to reveal an piece of cloth not fit to be called clothing.
“Babe….this…wow-”
“I don’t even have it on yet, Ryu. I wonder if you can handle it?” you tease.
You don’t know how he manages to both blush and smolder at you when his sharp eyes look into yours and his voice drops an octave. “I can handle it, put it on. Please.”
Eagerly you snatch away the fabric, rushing to the bathroom to change and taking an extra five minutes to primp your hair and face. You opt for light makeup knowing Ryu likes to touch and kiss everywhere so having heavy face powder on is not optimal. Simple gloss to give your lips an alluring shine and a dust of eye-shadow should be enough.
It’s more than enough.
The moment you walk into the bedroom, Tanaka is standing at attention, a prominent bulge in his black boxer briefs.
Damn he looks sexy in those.
“Happy Birthday, Ryuunosuke,” you coo, swaying your hips purposely as you make way to the bed, the material of your soft line chemise swinging.
“Hell yeah it is,” he grunts, hands landing on your hips, thumbs trailing soft circles against your sides. He looks up at you, eyes full of adoration and you’re momentarily caught off guard by the gentleness of his expression. “You’re so beautiful. Geez, sometimes I wonder how a punk like me got a goddess like you,” he says, voice thick with want and something a little deeper.
You shrug, trying to lighten the mood. “Good luck?” you supply and he laughs.
“Come’er,” he whispers, drawing you down the mattress and crawling on top of you. You love how warm his skin is, how his spicy and very masculine scent surrounds you as he leans down to pepper kisses along your jaw towards the lobe of your ear which he nibbles upon arrival.
“Ryu, I’m supposed to be lavishing you with attention,” you sigh.
“It’s my birthday, let me enjoy my present,” he mumbles between kisses to your throat.
He trails down, leaving a path of heated skin as he tastes every inch of it. The trace of his tongue just below the top line of the silk adorning your breasts has you arching, willing his mouth to go lower. He takes a deep breath through his nose, sighing, “You always smell so good.”
His palm slides against your outer thigh, drawing the material of your slip higher exposing more of you to his hungry gaze. Tanaka leans up to look down at you, roaming over the splay of your hair against the pillow, the slightly dazed look in your eyes. Your parted lips, shiny and smelling of coconut draw him down to touch his own to them, the soft kiss growing heated and hungry in under a half second. He slices his tongue into your mouth, dominating you in a moment of fiery passion before he’s back to light kisses and breezy touches that make you writhe, a low quiet whine in the back of your throat.
“So beautiful,” he whispers again, “so fucking beautiful and you’re mine. You’re…all…mine.” He lifts the chemise slowly
as he speaks until there’s nothing left to cover you.
You push against the elastic of his underwear and he chuckles but indulges your impatience by shucking them off to the floor.
A quiet moan lifts from your mouth at the feel of his hard, hot body against your own. He hasn’t even really done anything yet but already your heart is racing. The press of his erection against the slick of your core has him echoing your moan, mouth smashing to yours in another heated kiss.
“I love you, so much,” he pants, barely getting the words out as the urgency to keep kissing you rises.
Your hand rubs across the top of his head, his buzzed hair somehow still so soft and he groans into your neck. You move to his back, kneading the muscles, gently scraping with your nails. “I love your touch, I love your kisses, I love your body.” His praises continue, some clear, some not for want of keeping his lips against your skin.
“Take me Ryu, hold me close in your strong arms and make me see stars,” you beg.
“Fuck yes,” he growls, pulling away only long enough to slip on a condom and then he’s back, muscled chest rubbing against your breasts as he pushes deep into your body but he moves slow, doesn’t rush, enjoys the sensation of you sucking him in and clenching around him.
“You…always…feel like…heaven,” he gasps, hips thrusting back and forth deliberately.
“Please, Ryu,” you beg, palms holding his cheeks, “go faster. I need to feel your power. I want you to wreck me, please.”
Tanaka groans, forehead pressing to yours for a second and then he’s kissing you again. “Just a little longer,” he requests, “I love being inside you and I’m not ready to end it yet. Please?”
You smile as your eyes meet. “Then let’s switch positions. Let me ride you. I promise, I’ll take it slow.”
He grins, pulls out and flops on his back before you feel you’ve blinked. The rapidity of his compliance and eager boyish grin make you laugh as you crawl to your knees, making sure to flash him a piece of ass before you whip around and straddle his thighs.
He inhales sharply as you sink onto him, swallowing every inch of his cock hitting deep grazing your g-spot making you gasp. You trail your hands up your stomach, cupping your breasts and tilt your chin down. Keeping eye contact with Ryu, you slowly extend your tongue to lick your nipple.
“Fucking hell that’s so hot,” he growls, hands unable to keep from pawing at your other breast. He tweaks its nipple and you moan around the other as you suck yourself, never breaking your gaze. “Keep that up and I won’t last,” he warns. You play nice, prolonging your lovemaking and stop your little show in favor of trailing your fingertips gently up and down his chest. He sighs as you trace the lines of his abs, head kicking back as you slide your palms against the smoothness of his pecks.
Tanaka’s eyes fly back to your face at the feel of your hot, wet tongue teasing circles around his nipples. He never realized how sensitive he is there. His hips buck up, thrusting him even deep into you making you moan his name. He grabs your hips, slowly guiding you in a rotation motion that has his cock twitching. “Shit, just…unh! I…,” his voice falls away to a low grunt of approval.
“What’s this? Does the birthday boy wanna come?” you tease, squeezing your inner muscles.
Tanaka nods rapidly, letting out a long sigh of your name as you keep working him over. “Fuck Ryu, you feel so amazing in me,” you whimper. He watches as you tease your nipple with one hand while the other trails between your thighs, please against your clit as you lift up and down on his cock.
“That’s right baby, touch yourself. Come for me while I come for you,” he pants.
Your legs and abs are on fire, it’s difficult lifting over and over without the help of your arms, so eventually you have to stop your clit stimulation in order to keep building up his orgasm but you don’t mind because it’s his birthday and the whole point of this, at least today, is to make him feel good.
But Tanaka takes great pride in giving you satisfaction and so takes up the mantle of getting you off, pressing his thumb against your clit and rubbing in a motion he knows will get the job done.
“Oh..oh god…Ryu-”
“That’s it, that’s my girl. Such a good girl, so good to me, so beautiful, so wonderful! You deserve to come, don’t you baby? You deserve to feel as good as you make me feel. I want you to come on my cock, ______, come for me!”
“Ryu…Ryuunosuke!”
Your shout and release are violent, drawing him into your wave of pleasure and allowing him to crash into his as well. His release is more quiet than yours but just as intense. As you collapse on top of him, Tanaka rubs easy circles on your back, whispering in your ear, “Thanks for the best birthday ever.”
You giggle, smacking his chest. “You say that every year, you dork.”
His hand cups your face, drawing you in for another kiss, but this one is sweet and gentle. “And I mean it every year,” he insists.
He rolls to his side, gently pulling out as he deposits you back onto the mattress. In little time, he’s gotten the condom off and tied, dropping it in the bathroom trash where he grabs a cup of water for the two of you to share.
As he falls to his back, you snuggle to his chest.
“Happy birthday, Ryu,” you say through a yawn.
“Thanks babe,” he replies, kissing the top of your head before succumbing to sleep himself.
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