Happy Birthday Tanaka!

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.

nijimura being nsfw dominated by female s/o? doesnt have to be all that bdsm kink

Candlelight flickers casting dancing shadows against the wall as soft violin music fills the room. Immaculately clean silver – actual silver – ware shines like jewelry upon crisp linens covering tables of wood stained cherry, solid in their structure yet with intricate

carvings on their legs which lends a certain delicacy to their features. All these couple together with a mouthwatering aroma of a meal painstakingly prepared with ingredients whose cost alone is worth more than the rent of his apartment.

And in this setting of elegance and class, Nijimura works to stifle moans clawing at his throat as her hand roams further up his thigh. Her lips, petal soft and glossy, leave a slightly sticky trail across his neck which is rapidly turning a shade of red he’d rather not admit to being able to obtain.

“Wha…what are you doing?” he grits through teeth clenched tight in an effort of control.

He feels the tilt of her lips, hears the unmistakable lilt of a chuckle deep in the recesses of her perfect chest. “Touching you, Shuzo.” The fan of her breath, holding notes of the wine consumed with their appetizers, draws goosebumps to the surface of his skin. “Do you want me to stop? Because this,” her palm presses firmly against the swell of his erection cutting off any attempt of verbal protest he may have, “says otherwise.”

Nijimura takes slow deep breaths, doing everything he can to not writhe against her but he’s losing the battle as the seconds tick on, as her own breathing increases in rapidity, as her lips and tongue return to caressing his flesh. “Do you know what would make me so hot?” she whispers against the shell of his ear. He shakes his head, unable to open his eyes lest he break his concentration and groan loudly in this very fancy and very public restaurant, though truth be told the booths are rather well separated.

As her body shifts away he’s torn between relief and regret but his eyes fly open at the feel of a tug against his belt. Deftly she undoes it, hands working quickly but with precision to unzip and untuck him. Suddenly exposed, Nijimura covers himself grabbing her hands in the process.

“Are you fucking insane? We’ll be caught! Do you know the ramifications of public indecency?” he hisses.

Her reply is singular. “Shuzo, I’m going to get under this table and suck your cock and you’re going to let me.” Pressing fingers to the underside of his jaw she pushes upward. Nijimura hadn’t even realized he’d become slack-jawed at her bold assertion. “You need a little breaking down,” she goes on, sliding smoothly to the floor. His breath catches in the back of his throat at the sight of her, clad in elegant evening wear on her knees looking up at him with half hooded, lust filled eyes. “Indulge my fantasy, Shuzo, and you can do anything you want to me in return.”

Nijimura looks up, thankful their waiter has been preoccupied with a rather difficult table on the other side of their section. He looks side to side then back down at her still patiently waiting for him to fully consent to her wishes, to her wants, to her will.

Finally, he sits back, relaxes his legs, and makes room for her, obliging to adjust the table cloth so as to fully conceal her from any potentially prying eyes. By the time they’re done situating themselves, it looks as though he’s merely a man waiting for the return of his date.

The feel of her mouth around his cock is heaven despite his anxiety regarding their surroundings. She hums, low and quiet sending shivers down his legs. The cupping of his balls has his hands clenching the table top and he knows, he just knows this woman is going to be the death of him.

But what a sweet death it will be.

Finding his voice, he says, “Make sure you swallow, sweetie, wouldn’t want you to make a mess of that dress.”

NSFW scenario with Midorimia and the prompt “It’s been a long day… let’s take a bath together.” Gender neutral s/o please!

He could feel the kinks and knots in his shoulders relaxing as you worked at them with your hands, fingers applying pressure in an even motion that had him practically melting at your touch. It had been a while since you’d given Midorima a massage and an even longer time since he’d actually openly asked for one. The nudging touches and squeezing pressure was only amplified by the fact that he’d removed his shirt, allowing your digits to dig into the sore muscles.

“You need to sit back and relax more often,” you chastised, voice soft as you continued to work your hands from his shoulders down his arms. Even years after he’d stopped playing basketball every day, Midorima was still rather muscular. “It won’t be good for you health if you stay this tense all the time.”

He merely grunted in affirmation, nodding only slightly as he focused on the feel of your hands traveling down. Eventually your massaging motions turned into simple touches as you smoothed your fingers along his skin. Fingertips brushing against the expanse of his arms, you moved on to the muscles of his abs when you felt yourself craving for more. A shudder ran through his body as you did so, his head leaning back to rest against your body as you held him from behind.

“It’s been a long day,” you murmured, the tips of your fingers dangerously close to the hem of his pants. You played with the trail of hair that led into them, gently curling them around your fingers and following their path downward. It wasn’t hard to see the excitement that was beginning to affect Midorima. “Let’s take a bath together. It’s been a while.”

A soft, almost relieved, sigh left Midorima’s lips when you unbuttoned his pants and undid his fly, one hand dipping into the unseen expanse of his groin. Your fingers were gentle in their grip, holding him at his base and gently dragging along his shaft. Another breath left Midorima, this one shuddering. He couldn’t get the image of a steamy bathroom and a naked you being held in his arms out of his imagination.

It was time to make that image a reality.

Consume Me!

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.

Yay ask box open!!! Could you do a fluffy to smutty scenario with Akashi and his fem s/o? From cuddles to frick fracks 😉

I love soft to sexy! – Admin Jade

It had been a lazy day, a rarity in the Akashi household and one she planned to take full advantage of. Snuggled in Seijuro’s arms, hazing in and out of full consciousness, a contented sigh left her lips, her breath ghosting over the small hairs of his hand stirring him slightly.

“Comfortable?”

She hummed agreement, pushing back further into him and he tightened the hold about her waist. A delicate kiss, feather soft, whispered against the side of her neck and she angled her head to give him more access. Akashi smiled softly and obliged, pressing another, longer than the first. She shifted, another sigh emitting but this one laced with something…hungrier.

“Feeling restless?” he teased continuing to kiss where he could reach, his left hand beginning to rub up and down her outer thigh.

She hummed again, too tired or lost in the pleasure of his touch to bother formulating proper speech, pressing her ass against his now wakening erection.

“Let’s see if I can be of assistance,” he offered. Propping up on his elbow to gain a better vantage, he leaned over her, placing open mouth kisses upon her neck, sucking the tender sensitive flesh sending a plume of heat rushing over her body.

“Sei,” she gasped, arching into the palm he’d moved to cup her breast over her shirt. He gave it a squeeze, firm but not rough, never stopping the motion of his lips, adding tongue for good measure. When he pinched her nipple her mouth fell open on a gasp.

Akashi trailed down her torso, pushing past the line of her shorts and underwear. He hummed deep against her skin, fingers teasing the very top of her sex. “So wet for me already, you’d think I wasn’t giving you proper attention.” She groaned, rocking her hips forward to seek more friction. “So needy, so wanting.” He rolled to his back, easily drawing her to lay on top. Parting his legs and shifting her hips, he returned his right hand down below her waistline, slicking his fingers with the essence of her arousal while his left trailed under her t-shirt, palming her unobstructed breast all while he sucked and nipped at her neck.

“Seijuro….please…”

She sounded pathetic in her own ears but couldn’t be concerned to care. Akashi lifted his hips, pressed his erection to the swell of her ass and then pushed in two fingers to her waiting heat.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growled, nipping the curve of her ear making her yelp. “You better enjoy this soft and slow because when I get you on your knees you won’t be able to walk when I’m through.”

Hey! May I request a nsfw scenario for Kiyoshi, were he takes the reigns, believing in multiple orgasms, being a little dominant while still being his charming self? Kekdjfjt that would be superb.

baesketballers:

Sinning on a Sunday! I feel so filthy, guys. Filthy ahead. Filthy ahead.

Fem!Reader ahead

Long business trips are sure to drive anyone… hungry.

You let him part your thighs with his big, strong hands, moaning unabashedly thanks to the safety confines of your hotel room when he dives in, lips seeking out the moistness between your legs. There’s a reason why he asked you to immediately meet him at a hotel and not at home—and not just any regular hotel, to boot—Kiyoshi wants what is his, and he wants it immediately.

You realize that he hasn’t even packed out of his suitcase, but who cares when he has his mouth against your core, licking and sucking with utmost passion as if he lives to eat you. You let out a silent cry when he moves up to your clit, playing with the sensitive nub as his fingers graze your entrance, deliberately bringing you faster to the edge. Your fingers rake his hair, unconsciously pushing his face impossibly closer you, to which your lover let out a chuckle that vibrates against your pussy. You curse.

“So eager,” he purrs, only neglecting his task on your clit for a second. His usually easygoing disposition is replaced with one that is brimming with lust and urgency, because although he has only been deprived of sex for one week, his want for you is uncontrollable. Kiyoshi groans, adding another finger inside of you to work you up even further. He decides to let out his own noises when he feels your insides tightening upon hearing them.

“Cum for me, babe,” he murmurs, tongue slurping at your juices. You cry out, hips gyrating against his face as if it has a mind of its own. “Yeah, that’s right, scream for me,” and with his encouragements and the onslaught on your sensitive cunt, you throw your head back, reaching orgasm faster than you have ever before—the only positive consequence of being left alone for too long. Kiyoshi smirks heartily as he watches you unravel, eyes half-lidded and unfocused, lips utterly kissed and raw, the apex of your thighs damp with the aftereffects of your climax.

When you regain some control of your consciousness, you hear the close of a drawer and a faint buzz, dismissing it as your mind’s trick—until you see him approaching the foot of the bed, his suit messed up and hair even more so, with a small pink device in his hand.

“Teppei,” you sigh, half in protest and half in desire. He smiles down at you as if you’re having a perfectly normal day, like you’re not lying entirely naked on a bed in a love hotel, like he doesn’t feel the almost painful tightness in his pants.

He descends on top of you, straddling you with his knees on both sides of your body, and then he lowers the vibrator ever so carefully to touch the tip of your nipple. Kiyoshi watches with delight as you squirm beneath him, your knuckles turning white after grasping the sheets for so long.

“You can let it out,” he says when he sees you bite your lip, slowly dragging a finger from your collarbone to your stomach, keeping the vibrator steady in his hand. “Every single room here is soundproofed, every window covered in one-way vision film. I could fuck you against it right now and nobody would know,” he chuckles, the image burning in his mind. Maybe he will, later.

“Why are you—ah! Ngh,—what’s gotten into you?” You ask, panting.

“I missed you so bad, that’s why,” he declares, leaning down to capture a nipple in his mouth, the vibrator in his hand abandoning the other as it slowly journey’s south. A shiver wrecks your body as you feel the device resting against your mound, not quite touching you there yet, but Kiyoshi diligently laps at your breast, doing more than enough to rile you up.

“Fuck, Teppei,” you whimper when he inserts the device in you, his hand immediately grabbing your rear. He revels in the way your flesh feels in his palm, kneading you however he wishes. It doesn’t take long for you to come again, especially with the things he whispers in your ear and the touch of his hand against your breasts and rump. He lets you breathe for a minute or two, removing the vibrator from your core before hurriedly taking off his pants—your lust-clouded consciousness commands your hands to work on his shirt, and the garment is not abandoned quickly enough.

Nevertheless, he is as bare as you now, and you find yourself running your hands up and down his chiseled torso while whispering “please please please”, begging for his cock to sink into you. He has his hands on your hips, gently guiding him to your entrance before thrusting in, the two of you sharing a loud, satisfied moan.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, _________,” he sighs as he begins to thrust in and out of you. Greed bubbles up your throat, and with all your inhibitions gone, you moan out his name, peppering his jaw with kisses and nibbles and sinful confessions of wanting more. He gives it to you, panting with each piston of his hips, watching as his cock sinks into you over and over again.

“I’m going to make you cum,” he says in between thrusts, “seven times,” he groans as you tighten up around him, “one for each day without you.” You let out a squeal at his determined announcement, followed by a louder yelp as you feel him thrust into a sweet spot. The faint squelching sound grows louder as you let yourself drown into the pleasures of sex, getting wetter and wetter by the second. He knows it, too, by the look on your face—you have unbridled greed in your eyes, your mouth open, breasts bouncing with each rhythmic slap of his hips into you.

“Only seven?” You pant out, biting your lip bottom lip in excitement when you see danger flash in your lover’s eyes.

Good thing he booked the room for two nights.

Dominance: Part 4

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~Admin Emma

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@tsuumei / @duuuurtystuff art that started it all

The ride home had been absolutely torturous. Asahi refused to respond to your hand on his thigh, passively staring out the window and holding your hand in his. A ghost of a smirk played on the corner of his lips, and every time the private car took a turn, he used the opportunity to press further into your hip. You scowled–bastard was doing it on purpose. You’d never been happier to see his apartment complex as the driver pulled into the resident drop off area. It took all your self control not to scramble out of the car and haul Asahi conspicuously into the elevator. You knew him–if he would barely touch you in the car, there was a solid chance he wouldn’t ravish you in the elevator.

You were right.

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Amazing Emma!! I reblogged part 4 cause it has links to the rest of the story. Make sure to start with part 1 of course!

May I request team strky + Iwamura reacting to their gf surprising them for Valentine’s Day with new lingerie and adult toys? I want all the nsfw pretty please~?

Miyaji

He sat, one leg crossed over the other, watching as she exited the bathroom on hands and knees crawling towards him. Everything else fell away, the red satin sheets on the circular bed, the candles, the wine; all he could see was her, covered in a full body stocking with a whip between her teeth.

Lips curling back to a devious smile, he stood, pushing down his boxers to relieve the pressure of his ever growing erection.

“So I’ve got a bad girl on my hands tonight, is that it?” he asked, taking the toy from her mouth, its handle wet from her saliva.

“Yes, master, I’ve been very bad,” she cooed, eyes hooded. Looking up through long lashes she begged, “Please punish me.”

He grinned, reared back and smacked the leather across her ass making her yelp.

Imayoshi

Usually the master manipulator, Imayoshi has to work hard to squash the deep moan desperate to burst from his chest as he watches his cock disappear into her mouth. It isn’t the first time he’s watched her suck him off, far from it, but she’d decided to turn up the heat this Valentine’s day in the form of pasties over her nipples, a slip of material masquerading as a thong and her arms bound behind her back with black satin ribbon as she took him deep while on her knees.

He loses the battle with his pride, groaning her name as his hand twists a chunk of her hair and his orgasm rips through him. She chokes slightly prompting him to let go so she can swallow and take a deep breath. “Mmmmm, that was exquisite, _____-chan,” he compliments, hand caressing her cheek. “What say I untie you and you wash down your good job with that chocolate and champagne I got you?”

Higuchi

His fingers trembled as she placed the surprise she’d acquired for their rendezvous in his hand. “Are…are you sure you wanna do this?”

“Why so nervous, Shota? I just wanna have a little fun, spice things up a bit,” she teased lightly tracing one finger along his jaw.

He looked down, swallowing thickly as his eyes drank in her breasts encircled by an open cup bra. When his breath ghosted over her nipples, they hardened further and she cast her head back, hair spilling down her back. “Now, get them wet and hook me up baby,” she ordered.

Higuchi closed his eyes, mouth pursing to suck one into his mouth while the other was teased with his fingers. She moaned, one hand pushing against the back of his head in eager indication to continue.

When she was good and lubricated, he drew back, took a deep breath and put on the nipple clamps. The initial sting had her hissing, but as the tip of his tongue teased against her flesh once more she gasped in pleasure.

“Now fuck me,” she groaned, parting her legs revealing a wetness that made his mouth water.

Kasamatsu

“Ugh, fuck, _____, it’s too much, I can’t-“

Kasamatsu’s protests cut off as her lips sealed over his own, tongue dominating him in a way that turned him on far more than he’d like to admit. As much as he was alpha on the court, they both knew who held the reins in the bedroom and he was constantly torn between elation and embarrassment of feeling not “man enough” to handle her.

Drawing back, she sank him deeper into her heat and echoed his moan. “It’s not too much, Yu..ki…o,” she gasped, gyrating for good measure. “You said you want to be able to last longer and that cock ring is doing just that, isn’t it?”

He looked up at her through hooded eyes, sweat trickling down his temples. After a moment’s consideration, he nodded once. “Good thing too,” he grunted, hands grasping tight to her hips to shove her down harder, “because the sight of you fucking me in this teddy would have had me done in seconds without it.”

Okamura

“Make sure you use plenty of lube, sweetie,” she reminded breathlessly. Okamura’s eyes were wide open, irises blown black with deep want as he stared at her, ass in the air, the school girl costume skirt flipped up revealing her in all her tight, wet glory.

“Oh damn,” he mouthed. He’d already given her a mindbending orgasm through use of his mouth but now she wanted to make use of the new play thing she’d brought along for their anniversary. Refocusing, he slathered on copious amounts of the lubricant she’d bought in tandem with the butt plug he held in his massive hand. The light from above glinted off the glass of the insertable as he touched it gingerly to her opening.

“Ready?” he asked breathless.

She nodded and he pushed forward, the toy sucking into her ass with a loud squelching sound that mixed with her own moans of pleasure.

“Oh gods, Kenichi, it feels…sssoooo…good.”

He grit his teeth against the strain of his erection, working to make sure not to push too hard or too fast. Once it was fully inserted, he sat back on his haunches to observe, his cock pulsing with need to fuck her. “Kenichi, lay down so I can ride you.” He obeyed, mouth falling open into a wide O when she sank her torrid heat onto him in reverse cowgirl. “Now you can pump me in both holes at once.”

Iwamura

“Are you sure, Tsutomu? I mean, I didn’t get it because you-”

“I’m fine baby, sometimes…sometimes it’s fun to watch. Go on, lay back and give me a show,” Iwamura encouraged, lounging back on the loveseat faced towards the couch.

She cocked one eyebrow but did as told, parting her legs to reveal her wanting heat highlighted by crotchless panties, its matching bra cast to the side. “Leave the thighs-highs and heels on too,” he ordered, languidly stroking his semi-hard cock.

Slowly she trailed the vibrator up her thigh, turning it on as it touched her clit, bringing a gasp to her parted lips. “Oh, oh it feels good, Tomu.”

He gripped himself tighter, pumping up and down as she teased herself towards orgasm, fingers pinching her nipple and his name spilling from her mouth over and over until he couldn’t take it any longer. Launching forward, he pulled away her hand just before she reached release and sheathed his cock into her.

“Fuck, you’re so wet!” he groaned, slamming into her again. Twisting the toy from her grasp he turned it to full power and laid it against her clit. She shrieked his name as she came, her inner walls clamping onto him so tight he followed right along. This was definitely something they’d be trying again.

Can this be NSFW? Noya, Iwazumi and Tendou realize thier s/o have a biting kink? And thier s/o is super embarassed about it.

This is a GOOD ASK, nonny. I had fun with this one! Hope you enjoy 🙂

~Admin Alyx

Noya:

Noya pounded into you, soft grunts escaping him with each thrust. He was always a tiger in bed, but after a win he was downright primal, insatiable, and you loved it. He gripped your hand, pressing it into the sheets. His face contorted in pleasure, his mouth hanging open.

“Shit, ____. So good,” he moaned.

You could tell he was close as his rhythm began to stutter, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him close. He dropped his head to your shoulder with a low groan.

“Fuck, babe. Not gonna last. Can’t–”

You rolled your hips in tandem with his, letting him sink deeper with each staccato thrust. He turned his face into your neck, sinking his teeth into your neck to keep himself quiet.

The sudden, sharp pain shocked a gasp from your lips, trailing into a high-pitched whimper; the sensation shooting through you combined with Noya’s brutal rhythm was enough to drive you over the edge, your legs clamping around his hips, back arching off the bed as you came so hard you saw stars.

It took only a few more rough thrusts before Noya found his release as well, biting down hard as he spilled himself into the condom.

It took several moments for both of you to catch your breath, but then Noya was lifting his head with a grin, tracing the bruise blossoming on your neck with a gentle touch.

“You liked that,” he said. “Kinky, ____.”

You spluttered, your cheeks flushing red as you remembered the sounds that had come from your mouth.

“I–I mean–” you stammered, scrambling for excuses but coming up empty. Noya silenced you with a kiss, hands coming up to cup your cheeks.

“Shh,” he said with a bright grin. “It’s hot. Don’t be embarrassed, ‘kay?”

You nodded, reassured by his words, even though your blush refused to recede.

Iwaizumi:

You smiled when you heard the keys in the door signalling that Iwaizumi was home. You called out a “Welcome home” once you heard the door open, but he was unusually quiet. You heard him trudge over, and then he slumped over the back of the sofa where you were sitting, wrapping his arms around your neck.

“Aww, babe,” you said, your hand reaching up to stroke through his hair. “Rough day?”

He let out a noncommittal grunt, nuzzling against your neck. His breath tickled against your skin as he let out a deep sigh. Then, with a low hum almost like a growl, the energy surrounding him changed, and he switched from soft nuzzles to open-mouthed kisses against your neck.

“Need you,” he said, his voice low and rough. The urge to lean into his touch and let him take what he needed was overwhelming, but–your computer still sat in your lap, a reminder of the amount of work you had to do.

“Hajime, I’m working,” you protested.

“Please,” he said, breath hot against your neck. He took your earlobe between his teeth, giving it a sharp tug.

You froze, your breath hitching in your chest. Iwaizumi picked up on your reaction like a dog on the scent. You could feel his grin against your neck as he nosed at the tender skin there, letting out a slow breath that made you shiver.

“What was that, _____?”

“Nothing,” you said, a touch too quickly.

“Clearly,” Iwaizumi said, sounding far too smug. You could still feel his breath hot on your skin as he hovered just above your neck. The anticipation was heady, waiting for what he’d do next.

The first slow drag of his teeth against your neck made you gasp.

“You want me to, don’t you?” Iwaizumi said. “You want me to leave bruises on that pretty skin. You want me to mark you.”

You couldn’t help it. You whimpered. Your face flamed red, and part of you wanted to hide in your hands, but you didn’t dare move.

“You wanna put that computer away now, _____?”

You nodded hastily, desire winning out over your embarrassment. Besides, you knew Iwaizumi would never hold it against you.

Tendou:

You loved Tendou. You really did.

But right now, you kind of hated him.

He was working his way up your legs at a glacial pace, as if determined to kiss every mole and freckle you had. He left kitten licks against the inside of your knee, nuzzled against that ticklish spot on your inner thigh, and generally laved attention everywhere except where you wanted it.

“Satori,” you groaned, and you could feel him grin in response against the inside of your thigh.

“What is it, ____?”

“You know exactly what it is, you fucking tease.”

“Rude, ____-kun. You should at least ask nicely!”

“C’mon, babe. Get on with it,” you said. He had you so worked up you were practically aching for it, and your patience was wearing thin.

“Tsk, tsk,” Tendou chided. “Didn’t say please!”

“Satori–”

“Bad children who don’t say please should be punished, don’t you think?” Tendou crooned, looking up at you through his lashes.

“Satori, I swear to god, if you don’t–”

You were cut off as he sank his teeth into the tender flesh of your inner thigh and bit down, hard.

The noise that escaped you barely sounded human, and it was in an octave you hadn’t even known you were capable of. Heat rushed to your face as the realization set in, and you hesitantly looked down to see Tendou’s reaction.

He was staring at you wide-eyed, something akin to glee spreading across his features. “Ohh?” he said with a grin. “What’s this?”

“Sacchan, please,” you whined, practically writhing against the sheets.

“Very interesting indeed,” Tendou said with a smirk, moving to your other thigh and dragging his lips across your skin. Your breath hitched at the first brush of teeth, and Tendou grinned. “What to do with this discovery?”

“Please, Satori,” you said, past caring that you were begging. “Gods, please.”

Tendou chuckled.

“Well, you did say please.”

These were great!

Hello guys! May I request nsfw for Nijimura where his shy s/o is loud and really erotic-sounding in bed and has a senpai kink?

Hi anon! I kind of mixed in a taste of sub/dom with this one. I hope its to your liking! – Admin Jade

“Ughnnn! Ha…harder Shuzo!”

If you’d told Nijimura that this was what his usually shy, blushing and all around adorable love would be like in bed, he’d have said you were lying. But there they were, writhing and moaning like a cat in heat, begging him, letting him have his way with their body. He smacked their ass hard enough to send ripples over the skin.

“Harder…who?” he hissed, fingers digging into the flesh of their hip.

Between heavy breaths they groaned, “Harder…please…senpai.”

“That’s more like it,” he praised, increasing the power of his thrusts, the intensity of his strikes. By now their ass cheeks were pink and he lowered his hand, caressing between their legs. “You want more?”

They nodded earning another smack. “Use your voice,” he ordered. Then smirked, “Nice and loud, baby.”

“Fu…fuck!” they cried as he continued his ministrations, stroking, teasing, flicking, a blend of pleasure and pain only he could produce for them. Despite the soft of the mattress, their knees were beginning to ache, their arms trembling with the effort to hold themselves aloft as Nijimura tortured them with sweet, twisted pleasure, drawing louder and louder encouragement from their lips. “I….I need….I need it,” they begged.

“You need what, hmmmmm? To come? Is that what my kouhai wants? You want release?”
“Yes! Oh god, please, please Nijimura-senpai, make me come!”

Eyes practically rolling to the back of his head, Nijimura increased the pressure of his touch, drawing them closer….closer… until…. “Come,” he whispered in their ear and they practically exploded, collapsing on the mattress.

Sucking in oxygen at a rapid pace, their glazed eyes met his as he drew them to their back. “When you’ve caught your breath,” he advised, eyes dark and full of want, “you’ll be putting that loud mouth of yours to use in another way.” He stroked his still erect cock. “Can’t leave your senpai hanging, now can you?”