is it okay to request now? how about nsfw of aomine daiki and gf fight over something but after several times later, Daiki (for the first time) admitted that all is his fault. make up sex pls? thanks

Aomine leans his head against the back of the couch, slouched down and brooding. That had been one hell of a fight. He can’t remember a time before now where it had been so bad. Both of you shouting, yelling terrible, hurtful things you didn’t mean; at least he didn’t, he wasn’t so sure about you.

He shakes his head. No, there was no way you meant any of that, or maybe just some of it, but not the deep shit. You’re just… angry. So, so angry.

And he doesn’t want you angry, not like this.

He sighs, carding a hand through his hair. How can he fixed this? Is it even fixable?

The sound of water hit his consciousness; you’re taking a shower. Immediately images of you fill his mind; wet and slick, soft and warm. He groans low in the back of his throat, a mixed sound of frustration and arousal because of course he’d get hard now when there was literally no chance whatsoever of you doing anything about it.

But that idea leads to another and he sits up, semi-hard but contemplating… yes… maybe… maybe that could work…

He stands, makes his way to the bedroom and hurriedly shoves all the dirty clothes on the floor into an already overfilled hamper which gets stuffed into the closet whose door he slides shut.

He straightens then smooths the bed sheets, pulls out half burned candles and lights them. No music, that’s too much, but maybe-

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Your voice has him spinning round on his heel. There you are, wrapped in a towel, your hair soaked, one hand on your hip. You’re still angry, but there’s a spark of curiosity in your eyes and that’s something he can work with.

“Lay down,” he says pointing to the bed.

You shake your head, make way to the closet. “Thanks but no, I still can’t stand to look at you. I’m gonna stay with Satsuki tonight.”

Aomine is there in a flash, holding shut the door keeping back the avalanche of crap he knows will rain down if you open it.

“What the fuck Dai-” you snap but he cuts you off with a kiss, his strong arm wrapping around your shoulders.

You push back, losing the towel in the process, the heat of your bare chest pressing against his own. “Get off me, Aho! I don’t want-”

He grabs your chin between his fingers, hard enough to stop you but not to bruise. “I’m sorry,” he grunts.

“Idiot, I know you’re not really, you still don’t even know why I’m so pissed at you!”

His hands clasp your shoulders, thumbs rubbing over the skin. You stare at each other for what feels like forever and then he kneels to the ground.

“Daiki, what are you doing?” you ask, voice quieter.

His hands slide up the backs of your legs to your ass which he grabs palms full of. Before you can chastise him he looks up and says, “I’m not good with words.” He leans forward, licks your slit from base to the tip of your clit making you moan despite yourself. “So I’ll use my mouth in another way to make it up to you.”

Still you push against his shoulder and he complies, pulling back to look up at you once more. “This isn’t how you settle an argument and I’m not giving you anything in return.”

Aomine grits his teeth, swallows vitriol. “This isn’t to settle or win. Plus, you don’t have to do anything for me.”

See how sorry I am?

Your eyes meet again. He seems sincere, really willing to set aside not only his pride– partially at least– but his own pleasure.

Finally, you nod. “You better do a thorough job,” you say, walking past him to lie on the bed.

He smirks, moving between your spread legs. “When have I ever not?”

Well, you can’t really argue with that.

Kagami Taigaaa! rawrs ^w^

baesketballers:

Female reader.

His eyes glow a reddish pink when he pulls away from the kiss—he initiated it, right after saying that he needs to “tell you the truth”, and it was a kiss rougher than any you have experienced throughout the span of your relationship with one Kagami Taiga.

He licks his lips. You thought it was impossible for your skin to be flushed an even deeper red. He has his mouth slightly open, jaw slack from the ferocity of that liplock (in his defense, it was one wild kiss), and you are sure the same lustful look is mirrored in your face. Your boyfriend’s large palm cradles your face, waiting for you to come back from the very pleasurable and temporal high.

“_____________, I—”

“What,” you ask, almost mindless as you search his hypnotic eyes.

“I’m an incubus.”

You blink a few times, making sure that what you hear is right. Kagami looks so stricken with worry, it almost made you want to laugh if not for the dire situation. You reach up to him, cupping his cheek like he did a few moments ago. The smile you’re giving him is proof that you’re not disturbed in the slightest, but Kagami is still trying to process your reaction.

“You’re a dream demon.”

“Yeah.”

“…So?”

He blinks this time, and owlishly so. “Uh. Aren’t you… bothered by that?”

You begin to hesitate. “Should I be?”

“W-Well, s-sexual encounters with incubi will result in the significant diminishing of your life energy.” It sounds like he got that line from an Incubi Academy textbook.

“Will you hurt me?” You ask, even though you know the answer.

“No. U-Unless… you ask me to.” He tenses up, but immediately relaxes when he realizes that your breathy laugh is not one of mockery.

“Has anyone ever asked that of you?” You ask again, teasingly inching your face closer to him. You let your noses touch. “‘Incubus-san, please hurt me. Make me feel the pain. I get off on it.’ Like that?”

Kagami’s jaw slackened, his mouth dry at your seductive proclamation. “You have no idea what the consequences are for saying that, babe,” he rasps. You shiver, wholeheartedly welcoming the increasing tension, but then you realize something important.

“Are dream demons allowed to… have only one sexual partner?”

The thought of Kagami manifesting in the bedrooms of different young, beautiful women (or maybe men, how would you know?) and fucking their brains out in their supposed ‘dreams’ every night is undoubtedly unsettling, not to mention depressing. Kagami eats a lot as a ‘person’, it’s only natural if he needs a lot of life energy to survive as well.

“We’re not sexual partners yet,” he says, trying his best not to get flustered. It amazes you to see a being that survives on carnality still act almost shy about it. “We… haven’t done it. Yet.”

You are quiet for a while.

“I was going to ask you, you know. Tonight.” He watches as you remove the first two buttons of your blouse. When you pull the fabric aside slightly, his eyes widen, and you feel a spark in the air. In front of Kagami, covering your warm chest, is a burgundy lace bra.

“Fuck,” he whispers, the grip on your waist tightening, but he doesn’t make an advancement. “_____________, you—you need to know the consequences.”

“Tell me.”

He shivers at the caress of your hand on his cheek, your lace bra still visible. Kagami feels his supernatural blood pumping uncontrollably, demanding that he takes you immediately. It’s so easy. He already has you against the kitchen counter from that kiss. All he needs to do is to hike your legs up and make you wrap them around his hips, let him sit you up on the smooth marble top, undress you, pucker his lips and leave wet kisses on your core, lick your clit, and when you’re finally drenched with need, thrust into you, more, MORE—

“Kagami? Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he sighs shakily.

“Tell me,” you repeat, the grasp of his cheek on your palm becoming firmer, as if you’re trying to anchor him to reality.

“Repeated sexual activity with an incubus may cause a deterioration in health,” he declares, “but because I’m not just some random dream demon coming back to a favorite human of mine, I can actually control the amount of life energy I take from you.”

He answers your inquiring eyes. “Which means you’ll only be tired in the mornings after sex. Or the day after sex, depending on the, uh, intensity.” Kagami is blushing now, and you’re chuckling at the paradox.

“Will you take care of me on those days?” You ask, again, already knowing the answer. You just take satisfaction in hearing him say it.

“Damn right I will,” he sighs, kissing the crown of your head.

“Then I don’t see the problem.”

“Good,” Kagami’s hands travel down to your blouse, unbuttoning the whole garment until your whole torso is exposed to him. His eyes glow a bright magenta, and the next thing you know, he’s leaning down, kissing the mounds of flesh so abundantly contained by your underwear.

“Now that we’ve agreed, I’m gonna claim this.”

You let out a loud moan at his lips on your skin—God, you sound like porn, but you shouldn’t hold it against yourself, you think. This man is no man. There are probably various supernatural ways he could reduce you into such a mess.

“Fuck,

_____________, you’re so hot,” he declares, his voice sending tingles down south. Kagami tugs harshly at the bra, letting your breast spill out of the cups and latching his mouth on your nipple, sucking like a newborn babe.

“Ohhh,” you sigh, immediately arching your back to earn more of the warmth of his mouth. His tongue dances around your sensitive spot, teeth occasionally coming out to play. You realize he has revealed a fairly short pair of fangs.

“Kagami,” you whimper, wanting nothing but more and reaching out to tangle your hands in his hair. He diligently pleasures your chest, his expert fingers toying with the twin. You can’t bring yourself to think about how many times he has done this before with other people—not when all you can think of his hot mouth engulfing your nipple.

“My name, baby,” he whispers, the sound and words muffled by your flesh. Kagami moves to the other breast, repeating his ministrations and setting the bundle of nerves aflame.

“T-Taiga—ah!”

Fingers press insistently against your skin-tight jeans, moving up and down your clothed folds, and yet you feel it as if you were bare. How he does it, you will never know. But Kagami stops where your clit is, and as if he is overcome by a power greater than himself, he sheds you of your pants, seats you on the counter, and spread your legs wide open by the knees.

Burgundy lace panties. They look so incredibly delicious on you he feels bad if he has to take it off. You are blushing, red snaking up to the tips of your ears.

“You’re beautiful,” he rasps, kissing your inner thigh slowly. “I want you to remember that.”

“Taiga, please—”

“I want you to remember this,” he continues, almost disregarding your plea, because he’s slowly inching closer to your core, yet avoiding it entirely. The nips and sucks on your flesh will surely leave some small marks come morning. “I’ll tell you what I want to do.”

“What.”

“First,” he says, glowing magenta eyes looking up at you while his index finger teasingly rest on your covered pussy, “I’m going to eat you out. Right here.”

“Oh, g-god—”

“And then we’ll move to the bedroom, where I’ll let you lay down on bed and fuck you until we’re both satisfied. Do you want that?”

“Yes, mmh!” Your eyes jerk into a close. Kagami’s pressed his nose against your cunt, inhaling debaucherously and reveling in the raw scent of you. You hear him mutter a fuck under his breath.

The burgundy panties are being pulled aside and you shiver, naked, exposed. He looks at you like a hungry man, one that hasn’t eaten in months. You realize that this could be very much true—you have been in a relationship with him for three months. Does that mean he has never fed on other people during that time? Was he… waiting for you?

He kisses your lower lips and you let out a sigh, letting your fingers card through his dark red locks.

“Open your eyes, baby,” he says, licking a long strip up to your clit and enjoying the staggered a-a-ah you let out, “you want to remember this night.”

Gaby is back with a vengeance! This was so good my luv!

Show Me How You Feel (Tsukishima/Reader – NSFW Commission)

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Wow, sorry these commissions are taking so long, but here’s the second request of the bunch. They asked for Tsukishima and a swimmer!reader who share an intimate first time together after Tsukki remembers some unwanted advice from his former volleyball teammates. (Characters are aged up, for obvious reasons)

– Admin Rachel Lauren

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Tsukishima swears he can hear your giggle at this very moment. That would be impossible, though, considering you’re nowhere near the gymnasium now. It’s only one of the managers laughing. At what though, he can’t say. He shouldn’t even be thinking about that or you right now, yet he still can’t shake the thought.

“Tsukishima. It’s your serve.”

Maybe it would have been better to have not watched the end of your practice the other day. He knows that’s a lie. Either way, you’d still be messing around with your teammates. Even seated high above the indoor pool, Tsukishima could see the flirtatious glint in one boy’s eyes as you playfully elbowed him.

“Tsukishima? Hello?”

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Rachel Lauren this is amazing!!! I’ve missed your writing so much and you knocked it out of the park with this one!

Every character was on point! I loved the whole team discussion, so so perfect!

And the mix of tender, vulnerable but still snarky Tsukishima is wonderful.

It’s got just the right level of awkward to feel believable and beautiful!

Well, well done!!

Tendou Satori Birthday Headcanons

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It’s this noodly boy’s birthday today, so it’s time to celebrate! He deserves ALL THE LOVE, so please enjoy these headcanons for our miracle boy SA-TO-RI!

~The Admins

SFW

Doesn’t go out of his way to mention his birthday ahead of time. He knows it’s silly, but part of him wants to see if anyone will actually remember his birthday without him telling them. (Spoilers: they do.)

Once it’s clear that no one has forgotten his birthday, though, he is very happy to be the center of attention for the day and takes full advantage of being the birthday boy. He’ll definitely be a shit about it, but his obvious excitement is so cute you really don’t mind.

Probably got extra drills assigned from Washijou on at least one occasion because he was trying to get out of doing drills on account of it being his birthday. He still insists it was worth a try.

Skip the cake and stick his birthday candles in a decked-out chocolate ice cream sundae. And no, hot fudge over chocolate ice cream is not too much, you’re just weak.

He loves parties. The bigger the better. The more eccentric and eclectic the decor and music choices, the better. The weirder the music… well, you get the idea.

Tendou isn’t a big eater, so he doesn’t much care what kinds of food there are. He does have lots of friends that eat a lot, though. So restaurant and izakaya outings are kind of wasted on him, unless you find a really cool place in Asakusa or something. He’s a bit of a grazer, though, so snack foods are always good.

Once he hits drinking age, watch out for him. The boy is a lightweight. He loves going out for his birthday–he’s all about the dancing–but if he tries for a second to keep up drink for drink with the absolute tanks he calls friends (lookin’ at you, Wakatoshi), he’s toast. He can be a very schmoopy drunk, so you’ll end up half-carrying him home while he waxes poetic about the mole on your cheek or who the heck knows what. Not that it’s entirely unenjoyable, but it definitely isn’t quite how you planned to spend your evening.

Speaking of dancing, though–if you keep him on the right side of schwasted, he can go all night long. He’s a surprisingly good dancer, too–you’d expect him to be all limbs, but he’s strangely smooth, and has a great sense of rhythm. It also gives him a free pass to hold you as close as he wants, which he loves.

He’s one of the easiest people ever to shop for–partially because he’s just going to love anything that you give him, but also because he has all manner of nerdy interests and a tendency to never shut up about them, so you can always fall back on those. Honestly, though, you can give him just about anything and he’ll love and treasure it.

After he’s all partied out, he just wants to cuddle up with you for an anime marathon on the couch. Some snacks, a soft blanket, one of his favorite shows, and you in his arms… what more could he want?

NSFW

Kiss him silly. He can never get enough of kissing you and holding you close; it’s honestly one of his favorite activities. You’re definitely not arguing, either–he’s a pretty fantastic kisser. Practice makes perfect, after all, and he does kiss you a lot.

He’s generally up for almost anything you’re into, from the most vanilla to the wildly kinky. He just likes being with you, so he’s down for anything you want to try.

If you are in the mood to spice things up a bit, though, tie that boy up. He lives for it, and all the better to shower every inch of him in love–he’s one tall motherfucker, so it’ll take you a while, but it’s oh so worth it. He gets so worked up, and it’s absolutely beautiful. His cheeks flush until they almost match his hair, his back arches off the bed trying to chase any contact…. It’s a sight, and you can’t get enough.

While you’re at it, combine that with some gentle sensation play. Feathers, ribbons, soft leather maybe, but no impact. Just run it softly along his skin, and watch him shiver. Throw in a blindfold and he’ll be a quivering mess–he’s already so sensitive, the blindfold just takes him over the edge.

He’s extremely vocal in bed. If you have roommates, arranging for them to be away for his birthday will make a great present. That way he can fully relax and let loose–and you can enjoy the full repertoire of sounds you can draw out of him. From whines and sweet moans to bafflingly creative curses, you love each and every one.

His dick is like him: long, thin, and a little wonky. You think it’s cute, though–especially the freckles on the side. It suits him perfectly. Oh, and yes, the carpet does match the drapes.

He has almost zero refractory period. Give him maybe five minutes and a quick drink and he’s good to go again.

If you really want him noisy, go down on him. Be ready to hold him still, because he’s a twitchy, squirming mess, but it’s a surefire way to have him screaming in no time.

He also loves experimenting with toys. There are just so many. You don’t mind at all–he’s so beautifully responsive, you’re happy to experiment with him.

He’s also super responsive to p-spot stimulation. He’s so sensitive it’s easy to have him downright sobbing in no time. When he gets overstimulated he goes almost strangely quiet–for him, at least. All he can manage are low whines and choked-off gasps.

All of that said, for his birthday he also loves just sweet, gentle sex. Keep it slow and loving with lots of eye contact, and he just melts. He does have a tendency to get emotional during sex, so don’t be alarmed if he cries–he’s just overwhelmed, but he loves it. Hold him close and kiss his tears away and you’ll have a very happy–if a bit weepy–birthday boy on your hands.

He needs cuddles likes he needs oxygen. This is true literally always, but especially after sex. It’s really intense for him, so he just needs to be held for a while. Comb your fingers through his hair and let him cling to you; it’s super important to him.

Happy birthday Tendou!!

Gabby! How do you feel about a fem!reader succubus who’s learning how to properly sleep with men but she’s having a hard time with Kasamatsu? She’s nervous she’ll screw up because she has to successfully seduce a man to pass the exam..(Does that make sense??)

baesketballers:

Sorry for being so inactive, I’m actually working on a graphic novel! Currently writing the novel part to be translated into graphic later on, which is taking up a lot of my free time. I hope you don’t mind this piece :’)

Fem!Reader, Full-blown rough NSFW. FILTHY! This is basically hentai in 2892 words lol

He grunts, eyes closed, irritated, tired.

Kasamatsu Yukio is a simple final-year university student: broken, battered, sleep-deprived, not knowing what the future holds. All boxes ticked. But if he is so tired, why has he found it super difficult to have a good night’s sleep these days? There is a lot of stirring in the middle of the night, but not to the point of fully awakening… He wonders if he should take some sleeping pills or something.

That is, until he meets the root of all his problems.

You.

He thinks it must be a dream, to have a girl hovering above his body on the bed. Especially when said girl has a pair of horns growing out of her temples, a long, thin tail, wings, and a tight… flattering bodysuit. With skin tight thigh-high boots—heaven knows how the hell a person can slip that on. The bare skin of your neck and shoulders, as well as the gap between your bodysuit and the boots does things to his heartbeat tempo.

Kasamatsu blushes. He knows he’s stressed out, but he does not expect it to be so pent-up that it manages to manifest itself into a dirty dream.

“A-Ah shit, you’re awake,” he hears you whisper, slightly panicked despite your dominant position over him. “Please go back to sleep.”

Your words do the opposite—he gains full consciousness, and though his eyes protest as they struggle to see in the dim light provided by his nightlight, he knows now that what he sees is real. Too real.

“You’re a dream demon,” he concludes. He’s heard of the existence of your kind through other people’s experiences, how rare they may be. To find one on top of him in the middle of the night is not something he expects.

“Y-Yes,” you reply, feeling a little bit called out. Your target is awake, and the best thing to do in this situation is flee and hope that he will remember this as a dream, but somehow his handsome blue-grey eyes bind you in place.

“…and you’re here to rape me?”

You let out a yelp.

“N-Not at all! We’re taking some of your life energy by… having sex… with humans as if it were an erotic dream, but we’re built for pleasure.” You utter the last part quietly, as if embarrassed. He suspects you are new to this. “The consent rate of our sexual act is 100%, I believe.”

“They are willing because of your pheromones, probably,” he comments, secretly pleased to see your flustered face. He is not lying, though. There’s a familiar sensation between his legs, a tingle just enough to spark more to come. He feels his blood rushing south at the sensation of you—he can blame it on your aphrodisiac-exuding skin or the smell of your pheromones or that damn thigh-high boots, even, but that does not change the fact that he is aroused.

“I-If you can just relax…” you begin, slowly leaning down to lick the shell of his ear. Electricity runs down his spine, and it has been a while since he last felt this horny. A thought stops him, and he brings his hands to your shoulder, pushing you away but not completely off his body.

“No, I can’t let you take away my life energy! I have morning classes!”

“I’m sorry!” You half-yell back, looking absolutely embarrassed for being interrupted, “I can’t afford to fail the test, I don’t want to repeat another whole year of training!”

That stops him and his train of thoughts. He never considered the possibility of relating to a demon.

“You need to pass an exam?”

“Yes. In order to become a full-fledged succubus, we have to successfully seduce an assigned human target in our practical exam night. This is my exam night. And I can’t change targets—it’s part of the evaluation for us to be able to seduce any kind of human…”

He pauses, knowing exactly what you mean. If you fail the test, you need to retake the training for a year… sounds a lot like university, to be honest, and he understands the pressure. The way his gaze softens at your troubled expression encourages you to plead further.

“I’m sorry that I have to take away your life energy,” you whisper, “but it will only be one night! I promise I’ll never come bother you again.”

Something tugs his heart at the prospect of not seeing you after tonight—he blames it on your aphrodisiac scent. Sure, he secretly thinks you’re fucking cute, but it’s not something you want to tell your one-night-stand partner, right? He curses under his breath.

“Fine,” he says, messing his hair up with his fingers in defeat, “do what you want.”

The surprised glimmer in your eyes makes his heart skip a beat. “Thank you!” You say, before your energy drops down. You slowly place your hands on his chest, and he admires the beautiful long fingernails playing with his pajama buttons.

“Then… I’m starting, okay? Please make yourself comfortable.”

You resume your ministrations on his left ear, and Kasamatsu hisses at the warmth of your tongue. There is still a hint of hesitance in your movements, but when he places his hands on the side of your thighs, snaking them up and down to feel the soft of your skin, you become more confident. Teasingly, you breathe against his earlobe, the cool air making his skin tingle after the sensation of your hot mouth.

“Relax, Yukio-kun,” you murmur, moving down to his neck. He wonders how you know his name—did whatever Succubus Academy provide you a file on him? With his name on it, the length of his dick, his secret porn searches? Kasamatsu finds himself pushing that thought away at the sensation of your teeth scraping lightly against his throat.

“I’m __________,” you offer, “you might want to keep that in mind.”

“__________,” he echoes, getting increasingly drunk on your sweet smell.

“Can we kiss?”

He nods, and you press your lips against his. Kasamatsu moans loudly, the sound muffled by your lips, soft and juicy and trained, judging by the way you nip at his bottom lip for permission. You definitely have no reason to be nervous about failing the exam.

Your tongue dances with his, leaving him slick with split, short for breath, and wanting more. You are lightly grinding your core against his hard-on, making him thrust up to meet your movements.

The buttons of his pajamas are swiftly undone, and your palms meet his toned chest. You feel your mouth water at the sight and touch of his torso, a natural biological reaction towards contact with a fine human specimen. Kasamatsu’s hand are slowly snaking up to your chest.

“You can touch me anywhere you want, Yukio-kun,” he nearly cums at the sound of your voice, somehow more velvety and lulling—he knows about succubi being built for sex, but not to this extent—but he somehow wills himself to hold on. A one-night-stand with a demon. Surely there’s going to be a lot of things about you that he can explore?

The two of you share a simultaneous moan, him because you have his nipple in your mouth, you because his hands just jerked the top of your bodysuit down, revealing your breasts. He gropes them unabashedly, relishing in the firm feeling of your tits being squeezed by his strong palms.

You journey south after playing with his nipples, now hard and pink. You impatiently take off his boxers by the hem, pleased to see that he’s hot and hard and leaking at the tip—as indicated by the wet spot on his underwear.

“Ahh, fuck!” He grunts when you take his tip in your mouth. Maybe it is the delirium induced by your scent, slowly infiltrating his lungs and breaking him from the inside, but your mouth feels heavenly, or in this case, devilish. You don’t waste any time teasing, partly because of his insistent hands in your hair, so you take all of him in your mouth, looking up at the man to gauge his reaction.

“Feels good,” Kasamatsu whispers, making eye contact with you. God, you look so sexy like that, how is he supposed to last? “Really good,” he emphasizes, grabbing a fistful of your hair and leading your movements up and down his cock. You don’t seem to mind his roughness—it is evidence that he’s telling the truth—and let out a muffled chuckle around his dick, the vibrations racking otherworldly sensations down his spine.

When your hand moves to play with his balls, he loses it. With a loud groan of your name, he throws his head back, gripping yours, basically face-fucking you to the point where his hot, white cum shoots inside your mouth into your throat. You welcome the spurts of semen as if it’s fine wine, his ejaculation rejuvenating you even more. You feel reborn, new, your eyes gleaming in the dark. You’ve passed the test.

But when you hover above him again, hair falling like curtain at the sides of your face, you see him looking back at you with the same unkindled fire. The crux of your thighs are sopping wet, even from the above of the bodysuit, and it calls you to do more. More. Put him inside of you, take everything he can offer.

“Thank you,” you cup his cheek, and he sighs. “You have morning class tomorrow, I don’t want to drain too much of your—nggg, ah~”

Kasamatsu pulls the apex of your bodysuit to the side, revealing your dripping cunt, and thrusts two fingers in, his thumb circling your clit. You moan, arching your back above him, but then he uses his other hand to flip you. With your back against the mattress, he kicks your knees further apart and leans down, adding his tongue into play.

You let out a high-pitched mewl, surprised at how dirty you sound. Kasamatsu finds motivation in your reactions and nips at your lower lips so fervently, eating you out like a man depraved. The urgency of his movements rival those of the rumored incubi, you think, running your fingers through his soft hair. Your pelvis rise and fall to the fast beat of his ministrations, only heard through the squelching of your juices meeting his tongue. You cum loudly when he decides to move up to your clit—he never stops his assault on the sensitive bud even after your own orgasm. His fingers collect them, and after he’s done licking you clean down there, he inserts all three fingers into his mouth, devouring your sweet essence like you did with his.

“An eye for an eye,” he murmurs, a dangerous expression on his face. And your file tells you that he’s supposed to be shy around women! “You’re overflowing,

__________.”

You’re eyes are still hazy and half-lidded when you reply, chest heaving, lips turning into a weak smirk. “And whose fault is that?”

Kasamatsu picks you up and you switch places, him sitting up against the pillows and you on his lap. He’s hard and ready, as if he didn’t cum a few minutes earlier. This man with be the death of you and of himself, you think—too much of his life energy and he’s going to be knocked out, literally. But your eyes see the opposite. He still have at least three orgasms in him. Kasamatsu Yukio is special. The fact alone makes you hungry, so much more than before.

“I’m going to fuck you,” you say, panting in heat, “is that okay?”

“Yeah,” he replies, watching as your eyes gleam a reddish pink. He didn’t think it possible to be more turned on than he is right now, but here he is.

“You’re going to miss your morning class,” you tell him. It’s that voice again, doing things to his body.

“Fuck morning class.”

In a split second, your bodysuit is gone, leaving you stark naked, except for the thigh-high boots, and ready for him. You sink yourself onto him gently, relishing in the sound of your moans mingling with his. He’s big, filling you up to the brim with his length, and you’re like a tight glove around his dick, hot and wet.

“Is this okay? Do you want it to be tighter?” You ask. He doesn’t respond, but then he lets out a yelp followed by a long “oh, yes” when you clench around him. Except you don’t unclench. One of the perks of having sex with a succubus, he thinks, is the otherworldly anatomical abilities you have.

You begin riding him, and Kasamatsu finds it difficult to decide if he wants to watch your bouncing boobs more or the place where the two of you are connected. He grunts with every thrust of his hip, determined to screw you senseless even with him bottoming. Then, he notices the tail swishing behind you.

Something inside him tells him to grab it, and he does, firm but not enough to hurt. He takes the spade-shaped tip into his mouth, thankful for the accommodating length, and sucks.

“Hyah! Oh, oh, n-not there, please, please!” you yelp, but contrary to your words, you only look more aroused, and if the brighter gleam of your irises means anything, it means that he’s doing the right thing. It doesn’t take the two of you long to reach another orgasm, thanks to your succubi features and him exploiting your weak point.

“Inside,” you pant, “cum inside me.” And he does. The rush of your love juices against his spurt of semen sends shivers and goosebumps down his spine, and he makes sure to give all of him to you, gripping your waist so tightly with his dick buried in you. The two of you watch with hazy eyes as some of the liquid leaks down your thigh, onto his leg and the bedsheets.

When Kasamatsu lifts you up and sits you on his stomach, it’s like a broken dam —your mixed cum forms a hot pool on his equally feverish skin, and he finds himself impossibly turned on. Perhaps there is more aphrodisiac in a dream demon’s love juice, he wonders as he scoops some of with his fingers and brings them to his mouth. Your lips fall open at the sight, and he takes it as an invitation. He does it again and let you suck on his fingers clean.

“You’re amazing,” he says. You feel his hardness against your ass and you let out a shaky breath.

“So are you,” you reply, offering him a shy, slightly coy smile. He hasn’t fucked you out of your shyness yet, it seems. It fuels his drive.

“Do you want to get an A? For your exam, I mean,” he asks.

“Yes, of course. Why?”

“Let’s do it again,” he says, and his normal self might be staring at him in disbelief if he ever say that so boldly, but his blood is pumping wildfire across his body, and there is only one way to alleviate it. “That way I’m sure you’re gonna pass with flying colors.”

“That’s very nice of you to offer, mmh,” you lean down to kiss him, tasting each other. Kasamatsu is the first to pull away, dragging you gently by the ankle to situate you at the edge of his bed, kneeling. You let out a weak, scandalous chuckle as he stands behind you, groping your arched butt. This position allows him to further explore you, particularly your wings…

“Your file failed to mention that you’re such a dirty boy.”

“No fun without surprises.”

And with that he thrusts into you again.

He ditched his morning class, but Kasamatsu remembers that there is a group work meeting in the late afternoon, which thankfully gives him enough time to get out of bed. You weren’t kidding when you said ‘taking his life energy’, he feels way more exhausted than he’s used to. His legs felt like jelly when he woke up earlier, and there’s a throbbing sensation in his nether regions that helps him remember the night before. Of course, you were already gone in the morning, but that does not stop him from recalling the… exciting things you did together.

Secretly, he hopes that you think it was as good of a night as he thinks it was.

Thinking about sex

is not the best thing to do

while walking down the crowded university hallway. His train of dirty recollections stop in its track when somebody bumps against his shoulders. He sees the person fumble next to him, but manage to regain their ground.

“Sorry!” A familiar voice says.

He looks back, only to see your face.

Your eyes aren’t pink, but a normal color, yet it still manages to drown him in. Your hair is style slightly differently, and the casual clothes you wear looks like it could hide a tight bodysuit underneath them. It is you, minus the horns and wings and tail.

“Are you okay?” Kasamatsu asks automatically. His mind is still processing.

“Yes,” you answer, offering him a small smile, “I had a… rough workout yesterday. Sorry.” There’s a knowing gleam in your eyes, but Kasamatsu registers it only after you leave, a good amount of distance down the hallway. It really is you.

You smile when you hear rushed footsteps behind you.

Funny and sexy! I LOVE confident Kasamatsu. Great job!!

Ukai Keishin Birthday Headcanons

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It’s our favorite coach’s birthday! He deserves all our love, so enjoy these headcanons for him! Super special thanks to Admin Rachel Lauren from @imagine-that-haikyuu for her contributions! Ukai is her precious husband after all; make sure to go give her stuff a look-see! She def has our stamp of approval.

~The Admins

SFW

When he was a little kid, his grandpa always snuck him a little birthday money to go have fun with, much to his father’s chagrin. To this day, Ikkei will still slip him a few hundred yen for old time’s sake (and mostly to spite his grandson, who keeps chastising him about it).

He low key dreads each passing year, because the inevitable “when are you getting married” conversations, even if his parents always wait until the next day. These conversations (almost) cease when he meets you.

Pretty laid back about his birthday. He doesn’t not tell people about it, exactly, but he doesn’t go out of his way to let people know either. He definitely tries to avoid telling the team about it, because he doesn’t want them to make a big deal–but Takeda-sensei isn’t having any of it. He makes sure the team knows, and helps them prepare a surprise.

He’s definitely a drinker, but not much of a party-er. He’d prefer a nice izakaya over a loud club any day. He likes to actually be able to hear your voice.

He’d also rather celebrate with just you and a few friends, rather than a large group. If you throw a party for him, make it a small one. Just close friends, and plenty to eat and drink.

Let. Him. Eat. He is huge on the food aspect of his birthday. Nothing fancy or anything–no expensive sushi or ridiculous, overpriced French restaurants. He likes simple things in quiet, simple restaurants. Or, even better, make him dinner. He’ll just die a little bit, he’s so happy.

Honestly, he’s not really a present guy. Get him a really nice bottle of something that he can crack open for a special occasion (or… now’s fine too) and take a drive up the coast with him, and he’s a happy camper.

NSFW

He loves it when you ride him. He’s definitely doing his part to make you feel good, but he loves the view when you’re riding him.

He doesn’t have favorite parts. He likes all of you. His biggest weakness, though, is curves. He loves a pair of big soft breasts or a thick, juicy ass to grab a hold of. He likes his partners on the chubby, curvy, soft side, and he’s not shy about his admiration.

He does have a small dominant streak, and his favorite way to let it manifest is ripping clothes off of his partner. So avoid the expensive lingerie and, instead, go for the flimsy tank top. He’ll be all over it.

He will high key mark you like a 15 year old boy. He never got over that teenaged pride that comes from seeing his partner with a hickey.

He’s pretty vanilla overall–he’s not big into kinky stuff or toys–but he does have a well-honed set of skills that makes up for it.

You may want to spoil him for his birthday, but his absolute favorite thing is to make you scream with pleasure. He takes great pride in his skills, and it is such a huge turn on when he can turn you into a puddle of goo with just his fingers, his tongue, and his voice.

Pull his hair. If you want him to really take control and drill you into the mattress, pull his hair. He literally won’t stop until you’re begging him to stop, and even then.

He’s a big cuddler. As much as he enjoys the aesthetic of a cigarette after sex, he knows how dangerous that can be, but he loves to spoon. He needs the skin-on-skin contact afterward to come down, or he’s too anxious and keyed up to settle down.

Happy birthday coachie!!

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That’s 6,607 words of. This.

Pairing: sugakiyo

“Hold still,” her breath puffs against the shell of
his ear, the rounded tips of her nails drifting all too lightly along the back
of his shoulder. There’s a sensory disconnect, his mind struggling to make
sense of this or that. Is that her hand on his chest, drifting down over his
ribs? Is that her nose there, nuzzling the nape of his neck? His lashes flutter
against the thick fabric, swallowing audibly. “Have faith, I won’t hurt you.”

Keep reading

Very interesting and sexy. I would love more of them for sure!!

Nsfw Daddy kink oikawa and female reader plz 💦

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So we might have taken this in a completely different direction. Oikawa just doesn’t strike us as a daddy, so we took a bit of inspiration from this post instead. We had entirely too much fun writing this, though, so we hope you’ll enjoy it anyway!

~The Admins

Oikawa was transfixed; he stared at the spot where he slid in and out of you with every provocative roll of your hips. He loved it when you rode him like this, one hand bracing yourself on his chest, the other brushing your hair back from your face. Your eyes were hooded and dark, and you were biting your lower lip in that way that drove him wild.

He grabbed your hips, rolling them and helping you bounce on his cock in a way that made a tingle build at the base of his spine. He groaned when you tightened on the way down; he wanted to make you feel good too. You hissed when he pressed his calloused thumb against your clit, working it in smooth, rhythmic circles. God, you were so good.

“Tooru,” you cooed, biting your lip coquettishly. He swallowed hard–that look usually meant something good… or something very, very bad. “How does it feel, Tooru?”

“Good,” he said, gasping and writhing underneath you. “So good… so good… please. Please.”

You tapped your lips, like you were considering his request. No matter what he did, or how he moved, you maintained the same infuriatingly even pace. It felt amazing, but it gave him no leverage, and brought him no closer to orgasm. He knew you would finish him at some point, and when that point came it would be amazing… but at the moment, it was torture. And he didn’t know how to make it stop.

“Are you sure you want it?”

“Yes,” he cried. “Please, ____-chan, please!”

“Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” you said, brandishing the little remote in your hands.

His eyes widened, and he was suddenly reminded of the slim toy inside him. It wasn’t much–thinner than his littlest finger–but he remembered it had curved dramatically at the end, and it would only take a slight shift of his hips to have that curve pressed directly on his prostate. Your grin turned manic–almost evil–before you clicked the button.

You didn’t bother with building it up slowly. It went from zero to maximum, and it stole his breath right from his chest. He arched so harshly, his spine looked like it might snap. His whole lower body seized and cramped, paralyzed by pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. With the vibrations came a steadier rhythm from you, and the hand that had been braced on his chest slid up to curl around the base of his throat. There was no danger, and you knew him better than he knew himself sometimes, so he wasn’t afraid. But that little pinpoint of instinctual fear added an edge to his impending orgasm that had it racing like a wild stallion.

He felt out of control. His hands opened and closed uselessly, his hips bucked in aborted little thrusts, and he twitched all over, but all he could do was lie on the bed and feel it. He lost total control of his voice; you didn’t back off, you didn’t stop, you didn’t let up. The tightness in his belly exploded out to his limbs, heat radiating from his center, until it could no longer be stopped.

“Oh, fuck, daddy,” he cried as he spilled into the condom, thrusting up into you until he was near sobbing with overstimulation. The vibrator mercifully clicked off, and you gingerly climbed off of him. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close while his chest heaved, trying to regain his breath. His entire body felt over-sensitive and wrung out, and he could have sworn he was still seeing stars.

“Tooru?” you said, sounding puzzled–almost amused.

“Mn?” he managed, not quite capable of words yet.

“Did you just call me daddy?”

He froze, his eyes going wide as saucers. His mind rewinded slowly, and–oh, god. He had. The knowledge settled like a stone in his gut, sheer mortification washing over him like icy water. He covered his face with his hands, incapable of looking you in the eye.

“No!” he squeaked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Tooru–”

“No. I–Please, just leave me here to die. It’s okay. I lived a good life.”

You snorted… oh, god. You were laughing at him? He just committed a cardinal bedroom sin and you were laughing. Great. Fantastic.

“Dear lord, why are you like this,” you chuckled. He peeked out through his fingers, and you were clutching your middle, near doubled over in laughter.

“Oh, shut up,” he grumbled, pulling the sheet over his head. “Just leave me to my tomb.”

“Oh, my god, Tooru, come out of there,” you said, poking him in the side.

“No Tooru here,” he said petulantly, crossing his arms (even though you couldn’t see it). “Come back during business hours. Which is never. Because I’m dead.”

“Tooru. Come out here and look at me. Please?” You poked him in the side again, gentler this time.

He twitched–he was ticklish there. “Noooooo,” he whined dramatically. A moment later, though, he pulled the sheet off of his head, a petulant scowl ready and waiting for you–but your soft, gentle expression sort of took the wind out of his sails.

“Look, I’m not mad, or upset, or… I don’t know, ashamed? I get it. I wasn’t expecting it per se, but I get it. It was intense. And you have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about, alright?”

“Well, I am embarrassed about it,” he said, though he did let himself respond to your fingers in his hair. But he most certainly did not purr. Nope. “I mean, you’re not even a daddy. Not tall enough. Not muscular enough. I’m not even a daddy… Iwa-chan, on the other hand–”

You cut him off with an affectionate punch to the shoulder; “Yeah, nice to know you’re thinking about him when we’re having sex.” Your wry expression took the sting out of your insults. And your punches. “Just for that, I’m stealing your snack and watching the next season of Great British Bake-Off by myself.”

“Oh, don’t do that! I can take a lot, but you are bound by the rules of the Geneva Convention like the rest of us, ____-chan!”

You rolled your eyes, pressing an affectionate kiss to his lips; “I love you, you giant dweeb. Even if you are a drama queen.”

“I love you too,” he replied, waggling his eyebrows, “Daddy.”

Omg 🤣🤣🤣🤣

I cackled so hard at Oikawa trying to cover up his cry out 😂😂😂

Awwwwwwww I LOVE the idea of Oikawa calling his lover “Daddy” be they female or male

GREAT job guys!! Amazingly done and perfect banter! Spot on characteristics of Oikawa, too!

So hot and yet so hysterical. Well done!

Consume Me!

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ASK: How about… omegaverse au featuring omega(s)! Hinata, Furihata, Sakurai, and Kenma experiencing their first heat since after getting together with their alpha!gf. Maybe a progression story for them getting to their gf to eventually actually mating with them? @3@ or however you see fit after reading my jumbled message.

I understand perfectly, I just hope I got this AU right and that you enjoy! Sorry it took so long!

It’s hot, plain and simple.

Kenma feels an annoying trickle of sweat snaking down the back of his neck. It’s distracting, which is bad since this level is really hard and he’s already died five times. Frowning, teeth grit, he endures, blessing the video game gods for an unexpected save point that allows him time to shuck his sweatshirt and socks. Did his roommate turn up the heater?

Downing the bottle of water next to him as though he’s just found an oasis in the desert, Kenma resumes his play, steadfastly ignoring the increasing temperature in favor of defeating the second form of the final boss on this level.

That is until Kuroo almost tears the hinges off his door. Startled the console falls from Kenma’s hands just as he was about to deal the finishing blow.

And he dies. Again.

But before he can reprimand Kuroo for his piss poor timing and completely unnecessary dramatics his former captain all but shouts, “What the fuck are you doing and why isn’t ______ here?”

Kenma stands, argument sharp on his tongue until he notices Kuroo is shivering slightly.

“Why are you cold? It’s like a furnace in here,” he says quietly.

When Hyuuga fixes him with that look, Furihata shrinks back. “How many times have you been told to make sure you’re with your alpha during your heat!” he snaps.

“Heat? Is…is that what’s happening?” Furihata asks voice shaky.

Hyuuga blinks rapidly. “You didn’t know? You…you’ve never had-”

Furihata shakes his head back and forth fast enough that Hyuuga’s afraid he’ll make himself pass out.

“Ok, ok, calm down,” he offers, stepping forward to attempt at comfort but the closer he gets the more his alpha calls to Furihata’s omega and that is not an experience he wants either of them to have. That and ______-chan will fucking murder him if he touches what’s hers. “Look,” he grits out, forcing himself to step back, “you need to get to her or get her here, which is it gonna be?”

“She’s not too far, I’ll run,” Furihata almost squeaks, tearing past Hyuuga who in the absence of the overwrought omega breathes a sigh of relief.

Maybe he can convince Riko to let him actually be the alpha tonight.

Sakurai pumps his legs but as his heat grows stronger so does the attention he’s garnering from other alphas. It’s embarrassing to say the least but he forces himself to focus only on getting to ______.

But in his haste and blind panic, he makes a wrong turn, ending up face to face with a group of women who positively radiate alpha.

“Oooooo, you’re a cutie,” one of them, a blonde, coos.

“And you smell so good,” another, this one with glasses, practically purrs.

“I…I’m sorry…” Sakurai whimpers, bottom lip trembling.

“No need to be sorry, love,” a previously unnoticed redhead assures, “but it does look like you could use some help. Feel like cooling off?”

The touch of a finger to his neck has Sakurai practicing salivating. He needs release but he doesn’t’ want it with just any alpha; he wants his alpha.

He shakes his head, back pedaling as fast as his shaking legs can take him. “So….sorry! I…I have to…I have a….”

“He has an alpha, bitches. Go get your own.”

Hinata whirls around, a mixture of relief and utter need playing across his face.

“What a shame, he’s a doll,” blondie supplies but backs off, they all do, when they see ______ will fuck them up if they touch what’s hers again.

“Come on Shoyou. I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me but I’ll take care of you,” she says, grabbing his hand and tugging him in the direction of her house.

“Gwah! I…I need…it hurts…it…burns,” Hinata pants.

“I know baby, but I’m not mating you in the street. It’d be like dumping blood in shark infested waters. We’re almost there, hang on.”

They run faster and the moment the door shuts Hinata is writhing and humping against her, eager for any friction or stimulation he can get. She grabs the back of his hair, tugging back to expose his neck and latches on making him cry out. Forgoing the bedroom, ______ shoves Hinata onto the couch, whips off his pants and hers then crawls on top of him.

Normally she’d like to take her time but Hinata looks fevered and she’s afraid he’s going to pass out. As she sinks onto him, taking his weeping and blood rushed cock, Hinata sobs her name, fingernails tearing at the cushions.

She stills, stroking his face and kissing him gently, allowing his breathing to come back down a bit. “It’s ok, you’re ok now,” she whispers, rocking her hips experimentally. When the groan Hinata lets out isn’t laced with pain, she smiles. “I’m going to ride you now, baby. I’m going to make it all better, ok?”

He nods, leaning up to kiss her, trailing his hands through her hair. She grabs his wrists, pinning them above his head. Drawing up she slams back down, making Hinata’s mouth fall open in a perfect “o”, his breathing increasing once more.

“Keep your eyes on me, Shoyou, let me watch you,” she insists.

He obeys, the standing tears in his eyes rolling down still flushed cheeks.

“I love you,” he gasps.

“I love you too, Shoyou. Now, be a good boy and come for me.” She rides harder, grinding down, pumping him for all he’s worth. “Come on, Shoyou. That’s it, that’s it, good boy. You’re such…a…good…boy.”

Hinata’s whole body tenses, the release of his seed erupting into her eager body.

When he goes slack, she gets up to gather a towel and some water. By the time she returns, Hinata is curled up on his side, fast asleep.

Smiling, she sits side legged on the floor, trailing a delicate touch over his cheek. She still needs release of her own but for now she’ll let her little omega rest.

It is his first heat after all.

Recognized Pt. 3

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(Surprises)

Heat pulsed through your body as you forced your legs to move towards a polished marble table.

You palm the edge, but freeze when you feel a hand fumbling with the hem of your dress. Kou tosses it over your lower half and squeezes your bare ass.

“I’m afraid you’re a little too dressed.”

Kou’s lips graze your jaw as he roughly bunches up your dress up around your chest haphazardly.
Your bra’s off-kilter and now cutting into your shoulder. But you don’t care. All you’re focused on is one hand grazing up your right thigh. He’s a fucking tease.

You feel him stop for a split second. You feel every one of his fingers grip into your flesh just below where you need him. Your whole body feels electric. Suddenly, a smack lands on your ass. You let out a quick shriek and hear him grunt behind you.

He’s such. A. Fucking. Tease.

“You’ll address me only when I tell you to, understand?”

He takes off his tie that was hanging loosely down his chest. Then, he reaches to grab your hands and tie them together to sit just above your ass. The man has a good handle on knots, as you’re left helpless.

“Do you understand, slut?”

His lilting tone when he called you “princess” was gone. You nod slightly.

“Oh, that’s not good enough …” He bites just above your right collarbone.

“You asked for me to not hold back … So that means you play by my rules. So, I’ll ask one more time. Do you understand?”

The arm around your waist makes its way to your breasts … his palms enveloping one entirely and rolling a nipple between his fingers.

“Yes Kou. I understand.” Your voice is a lot less clear than you thought … coming out as more of a whimper. You feel him smile against your neck.

“Good.”

That’s when you hear a snap, your bra making its way to the floor. Then a zipper, your pesky dress shucked off for a split second before you’re face down on the table … Your nipples graze the surface as Kou tugs your hips back once – yanking your panties down. Twice – pulling his slacks down to free his cock from his boxers.

And a third time, his thickness against your folds has you keening for him before he’s even inside you.

Your breath is knocked from your lungs as you feel him stretch you all at once. His thighs press hard against your ass as he freezes, taking in just how tight you are.

You fought back the need to move your hips; but when Kou pulled out of you almost completely … Your desperation became all the more apparent.

“Please, Daddy.” The namesake flew out without a thought.

Suddenly, his dick is thrust back inside you harder than before …the slapping noises of skin on skin echoing off the tall ceilings. Sound can barely escape your throat as he hits the deepest parts of you. Then he thrusts again, his hand digging into your hair. And again, he pulls, yanking your head off the table.

You can hear him fight back a moan from deep within his chest, and you find yourself straining your arms against his silk tie. Kou has finally lost control, and by how heated your whole body had become… you were more than happy to feel his cock inside you, hear his deep baritone in your ear and god, did you want to touch him.

“The slut’s so good for Daddy … Fuck, she’s dripping for him.”

One of his hands that were both locked around your waist drops to play with your clit, making you even more needy.

“I’m gonna cum, Daddy. I can’t wait.”

“Not until I say so. Is the slut going to ask nicely?”

“Please …”

“Good girl.” But instead of continuing his ministrations, his right hand grasps your tied wrists and lifts you off the table in one go. You can feel your juices run down your thighs as you stand.

Soon, you’re flipped over his shoulder as he strides towards the bedroom. He makes you feel like you weigh nothing. He tosses you on the bed and you spread your legs, hoping he’ll get right to fucking you again. And thankfully, with how hard he is, he can’t wait either.

He climbs over your form, outstanding amounts of muscles hovering over you. You can see his chest heaving as he leans down to kiss you. But with your hands still tied, you still couldn’t touch. You arch your chest into the kiss, trying again to free yourself. He laughs quietly, untying you.

Your hands immediately try to pull him closer to you, your fingers ghosting down his chest. He lets you stroke his cock, still hard and throbbing with his lust to be inside you again. He groans, pinning your wrists to the bed himself.

“I want to see your face when you come for Daddy…”

He tosses a leg over his shoulder, realigns himself and slams inside you. You let out a soft scream, your mouth open but no sound coming out. You’re so so close. And with his cock grazing your most sensitive spot, you’re chasing your release with reckless abandon.

He seems to pick up on your desperation, picking up the speed. Your moans and gasps turning into repeated shrieks of his name, pressure reaching its peak.

Relief hits you as Kou angles his hips upwards with a particularly powerful thrust.

“Fuck yes, cum for Daddy, princess.”

You feel yourself tighten around him, your body awash in starlight and overwhelmed by the musky scent of him and you together.

You had no idea he’d finished, but when he slowly falls against you.

You felt a rush of pride as soreness in your hips set in. His salt and pepper hair tickles your breasts as he comes down from his high.

“Well, tonight ended a little differently than I thought.” You say after a minute of catching your breath.

You can feel him smile against your skin, and he raises his head to look you in the eyes.

“Ended pretty well, I’d say.”

“Well, of course.” You giggle and look at the clock on the side table, “Holy shit it’s 5 in the morning.”

“Get some rest, babe.” His arms wrap around your waist as he lays next to you.

“I’m even better in the morning.”

You find yourself waking up with a start as your phone vibrates. You read and reply to your friends, wanting to know “each and every detail of his penis” as you get up to use the bathroom. Then, you see his wallet on the marble table.

Curious, you open it. The black card he tossed at the front desk assistant apparently wasn’t Kou’s only account. Four other bank cards with “Platinum” “Star” and “Executive” stamped on them stuck out of the wallet’s pockets. You let out a small gasp when you pull out a thinner gold card.

It reads “Bokuto Koutaro: Chief Executive Officer of Pointe Entertainments” with four different numbers and even the company email.

Turns out he was the kinky CEO he was on stage. 😉

I don’t think I ever reblogged the conclusion for this!