Happy new year!!!! I wanted to ask for a nsfw scene with Murasakibara, Midorima, Kiyoshi, and Kasamatu going down on their so and being really into it.

Happy New Year anon! I hope I quench your thirst with this one. Once again, with no gender specifics I defaulted to female because of the nature of the ask. I hope you enjoy! Also, when writing NSFW scenarios I am aging the guys up to over 18. It’s just more comfortable that way and since they all look like they’re in college anyway, I think it works just fine. -Admin Jade

Murasakibara

“Mmmmmm, _____-chin, how do you always taste so sweet?” Murasakibara asks. Her reply is swallowed up in a long moan, fingers lacing through his hair sending tingles of pleasure shooting down his spine. It isn’t often he gets enthusiastic during sex but when he wants something, he wants it and right now he wants to make her scream.

Seems all that ice cream licking is paying off since he’s sure he could do this for hours if she’d let him. Leaning up to take in breath, his eyes roam over her, spread out on the kitchen table, her skirt bunched around her waist and hands gripping the edge above her head as if her life depends on it. She cracks open one eye, chest heaving, hair matted to her neck. He’s been working her for a good fifteen minutes already.

“Atsushi, please.”

He hums ascent, going back to work, not that he would really call it that. His mouth opens, tongue pushing deep. After a few seconds, he switches to quick flicks against her clit making her wail.

That’s more like it.

Maybe he’ll go for a record, half an hour, maybe more. After all, he’s a master of using his mouth, and he loves that she’s his slave.

Midorima

Dr. Shintaro Midorima, a title he’s worked his ass off to obtain. A title he’s acquired through tireless effort and discipline, though to see him now one would second guess the last. Because he couldn’t take the teasing, the testing, the pushing to his absolute limit when it’s been so long since they’ve been together.

She gasps, covering her mouth to stifle the loud moan that wants to escape when he pushes forward, lips roughly sucking her clit.

Midorima looks up from his position on the floor, hands wrapped around her backside kneading the mounds of flesh like dough.

“You just had to push it, just had to wear that shirt,” he growls, shifting position for a better angle.

“Shin…I…oh!”

Her protests are cut off by two long fingers inserting themselves into her wet heat, head falling back with a heavy thunk against the door as he seals his lips back over her and prods that little bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue while pumping her mercilessly. Is he trying to get them caught? Or does he just not give a fuck? Well, he technically, he is giving a fuck, but that’s neither here nor there.

“I knew marrying you would be the death of me,” he complains.

She chuckles through her pants. “But you love me anyway.”

He hums something akin to agreement, the vibration almost making her knees give out while his back is beginning to feel the effects of doing this in a tight space not meant for activities such as these. And as much as wants to take her home and ravish her properly, he can’t, not right now. So he enjoys the taste of her, the feel of her squeezing his fingers, the sound of her muffled moans of his name and considers it’s only six more hours until his shift is done. Then she’s really going to get it.

Kiyoshi

Having her in his arms after so long fills Kiyoshi’s heart to overflowing. While he doesn’t regret his decision to come to America and get the treatment he needs, he can’t say it hasn’t been fairly miserable having an entire ocean separating them. Sure, they’ve texted and Skyped, even wrote some actual letters with paper and pen to appease the old souled romantic in him, but the feeling of her breath on his neck, their chests pressed so firmly together he swears he can feel her heartbeat and the taste of her lips on his has Kiyoshi floating on cloud nine.

It isn’t long before eager fingers seek buttons to pop loose, hands tug on cotton to relieve overheating flesh and mouths move from one another’s to taste skin.

He moans as her lips trail wet hot kisses down his throat, forgetting how he even ended up on his back.

But he’s far too eager to let her have her way tonight.

Reaching down, his large hands cup her ass, easily drawing her up his body to straddle his head. She’s already soaked but he intends to make her even wetter. He pulls, gently but firmly to bring her sex closer to his mouth. Opening up wide, he takes a long, slow lick, hearing the catch of her breath, feeling the tremble of her muscles to hold position.

“Relax, babe, I got you,” he assures.

Minutely the tension lessens and he takes advantage to pull her flush against his face, her juices slicking his chin. He moans into her, lapping at her, sucking her lips, all while his hands massage her ass. They’re big enough that his thumbs wrap down to widen her, giving him even more access to between her petals.

“Te..Teppei..”

“Damn I’ve missed being between your thighs,” he praises. He inhales her scent, strong and musky but all her and all his for the enjoying. His lips purse, sucking the tiny bundle of hypersensitive nerves right above her entrance and she moans his name in a tone so full of wanton desire he swears she can make him come without touching him if she keeps that up. This was definitely not what he’d intended within the first ten minutes of her being here, but he doesn’t want her anywhere else.

Kasamatu

“Get a grip, you can do this,” he thinks, tongue peeking out to wet dry lips.

“Yukio, don’t tease,” she whines.

His eyes flick to her face, her own staring at him with utter need. Kasamatsu swallows the lump in his throat. It isn’t that he doesn’t want to do this, but trying anything for the first time is nerve wracking. Not to mention this is the most exposed he’s ever seen her, spread open revealing every last inch of her beautiful body. He leans down, settling himself between her legs, calloused hands running up and down the length of her thighs, enjoying the feel of warm skin. His eyes land on a scar not previously known to him to exist and he makes a mental note to ask about it later. Turning his attention back to the task at hand, Kasamatsu inhales through his nose, the scent of her washing over him. It’s almost…briney, reminding him a bit of the sea salt air at the beach.

“I…I don’t know what to do,” he confesses, cheeks blaring red.

She smiles softly, a light huff of air coming out as she explains, “Just…think of how you kiss my mouth and start with that. If you don’t like it, we can stop, I promise I won’t be mad.”

He nods, returning his gaze back to her opened center. She’s a lot…prettier here than he’d imagined. It isn’t that he hasn’t seen one before, but that was always on a screen and while trying to not hyperventilate. In fact, he doesn’t know how he hasn’t fainted already.

Leaning down, he presses a delicate kiss to one side, the evidence of his enthusiastic touching slicking itself against his lips. Unthinkingly, he licks them again, pleased to find her taste is mild but distinct.

Throwing caution and nerves to the wind, Kasamatsu moves forward once more, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out as he does when he wants to kiss her breathless, only he’s the one who loses his when he hears the moan she lets loose at even just this tiny bit of stimulation.

His trepidation falls away to a raging desire to pull even more of those lovely sounds from her lips and he dives in, pressing his entire face against her, nose bumping against her clit making her hips jerk.

Moving on instinct, his palms land on her inner thighs, holding her open to his exploration.

“Fu…fuck, Yukio.”

He groans, pushing further in, rolling his tongue all over her. How could he ever have thought he wouldn’t like this?

Naughty List Vol. 2

Sorry this is late, but I really really wanted to make sure this was good for you guys!! For those of you who haven’t read it, you can find last year’s (2016) Naughty List here.
NOTE: All scenes here are 100% consensual and follow the BDSM core rules of Safe, Sane and Consensual

Yamamoto

He cried behind his gag as the vibrator inside him surged to life once more. He’d lost count of the number of times you’d brought him over the edge like this. He struggled, but he cuffs holding his arms behind his back in a difficult, challenging pose held firm. He thrust ineffectually, nothing working, finding no escape from the pleasure that bordered on pain.

Your safe word, he thought to himself. Remember your safe word. Part of him wanted to use it so badly. His prostate felt engorged and hyper-sensitive, but the ring at the base of his cock stopped him from coming properly. He could feel the line of drool creeping towards the edge of his chin… he’d never felt so humiliated.

God, he wanted more.

“Checking in,” you said, a coy edge to your voice that told him you knew exactly how he was feeling. “You alright, Tora? Do you want me to stop?”

He shook his head emphatically, refusing to give in. If he kept going, his reward would be so sweet, and he loved that look in your eye.

“Good boy,” you cooed, running your hand along his mohawk. “That’s what I like to hear.”

You nudged the vibrator to its highest setting, and Yamamoto screamed.

Kawanishi

He was always so gentle with you… especially after that first time. You finally really understood what he meant when he told you he was big. Sometimes, with careful prep you could take him, but more often than not, you had to find some other way to make each other feel good. You didn’t mind. Taichi was a master with his tongue, and he loved to be buried between your thighs.

“Sit on my face,” he murmured, tugging at your hips until you straddled his head. His nose brushed at your opening, while his tongue worked your clit like no tomorrow.

It was good… almost too good. You braced yourself with a hand against his hip as you stared down his absolutely massive cock. You wrapped your hand around the base, shivering when your fingers didn’t even come close to touching. He groaned against you, sucking with gusto when your tongue lapped gently at his slit.

Sex may have been difficult for the both of you, but it was by no means impossible, and you would make Taichi feel good if it was the last thing you ever did.

Sakusa

He liked to watch.

He liked to watch you ride your toy while you held eye contact with him. He liked to listen to you whimper and whine while you chased your orgasm, knowing he would stop you before he let you have it. He prefered looking at your beautiful body rather than touching it, and he loved that you understood and respected that. He loved you. He loved you more than anything.

He must have gotten distracted, because you suddenly cried out, a precursor to when you’d passed the point of no return. You lost eye contact as your eyes slipped into the back of your head. Your hips thrust uselessly against air as you rode your high on the toy he’d bought especially for this purpose. Outwardly, he was unaffected, but inside a fire of passion burned as bright as the sun. He smirked a bit behind his hand, knowing there was no way you would see it.

“____,” he purred. “Did I say stop?”

You were in for a long night.

Futakuchi

The train was so crowded there was barely room to stand, but somehow, Futakuchi managed to not get caught. He never got caught. His big hands found your waist, drawing you back against him. You weakly swatted at him, but he chuckled in your ear, and his breath on your skin made you weak. You could feel the hard line of his erection through your leggings.

“You feel what you do to me?” His whisper was accompanied by an inappropriate (but not unwelcome) lick to the shell of your ear.

“Kenji,” you whispered. “Enough!”

“Oh come on, baby girl,” he said, pulling your hair over your shoulder and nosing at the soft spot behind your ear… your weakness. He sucked a dark mark into your neck, letting you feel his teeth. “Would you stop me if I ripped your panties down right now? Started fucking you here, in front of all these businessmen and students? Letting everyone know you’re mine?”

You gasped, leaning into his touch. His fingers snuck under the hem of your sweatshirt (his sweatshirt, really, but semantics) and teased at your bare skin; “Of course I would!”

He laughed darkly in your ear again, giving your ponytail a little tug; “Liar.”

Bokuto

“Babe, please,” Bokuto begged. He couldn’t handle your teasing anymore. “Babe… it’s too… it’s too much!”

You laughed, low and dark, as you pressed a soft kiss to the head of his cock. You hadn’t done more than tease him with feather light touches, kitten licks, gentle (almost chaste) kisses, and nudges with your nose. Every touch sent electricity down his spine. He trembled violently when you pressed your tongue to the fat vein underneath and licked all the way from the root to the tip.

“So big,” you groaned, pressing your thumb into his slit. “I love your big hard cock, Kou.”

You looked so delectably filthy like that, your tongue lolling out with his cock in your face. He couldn’t even make words happen, he was so miserably turned on. You grabbed him at the base, seeming to take mercy on him, as you finally–finally–closed your mouth over his head. He almost sobbed in pleasure as you took him to the root torturously slowly. He felt your throat constrict around the head as you swallowed him down and he nearly sobbed with pleasure.

You were going to take your time… and it was going to kill him.

Noya

He loved the little bustier you donned, just for him. He loved the little bows, the lace, the ribbon… he loved it all. You looked so sexy… so special. Like a present. He wanted to repay you for his present.

He dragged your thighs over his shoulders, burying his face in your cunt again. You were breathing hard, and your skin was slick with sweat… you were at your limit, but he wanted to keep going. He wanted to be buried in your perfect pussy for hours, sucking your clit until it was an angry red and throbbing with hypersensitivity. He didn’t want to stop. Even with your fingers fisted in his hair to the point of pain, he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t get enough of those sounds of yours, the taste of you, and best of all, the gush of fluid as you came on his tongue again.

Alisa

You loved Alisa’s breathy little moans as you worked between her legs. She was so wet your touch was near frictionless, and your hands fisted in her soft (so soft) hair drew her neck into the most beautiful arch. Milk-pale skin covered in bite marks and long, soft blonde lashes brushing against her high cheeks… she looked like a work of art. Like she belonged in some fancy European museum, not spread out on your bed, moaning and bucking into your touch. You were in awe of her… in awe of how beautiful she was…

As if sensing your thoughts, she reached up, brushing her long fingers against the swell of your breast, before she gave your own hair a little tug. You scowled at her cat-like, shit-eating, too-innocent grin, and just like that you were out of your own head. It didn’t take much effort to get her beautiful legs over your shoulders and your face buried in her gorgeous cunt.

Tanaka

The music pounded so loudly, he could practically feel it thudding in his chest, but not even the ringing in his ears could distract him from your beautiful body undulating to the beat. He wanted so badly–too badly, really–to get out of this chair and just take you for himself. But the second you threw one of your legs over his lap, he knew it was over. He wouldn’t move… he wouldn’t do a thing… not unless you told him to.

“Am I allowed to touch?” he asked, his voice thick with arousal. You giggled at him, punctuating your nod with a roll of your hips. Fuck, you were so perfect, and the way you ground your white-hot core against him made him curse the barriers of fabric between the two of you. He grasped your hips, feeling you move, and he buried his face into your breasts. He licked and sucked and moaned as dark marks formed and your composure slipped with your growing arousal.

With a practiced twist of his wrist, your bra fell to the floor, revealing your perfect tits to him. The sound you made when he sucked a nipple between his teeth, giving it a slightly too-rough pull, he knew the wait… the dance… it would all be worth it.

Suga

There were nights when Suga drove you wild, tied you to the bed and used all manner of toys and vibrators on you until you were screaming his name. But that night… something was different. He was softer. Vulnerable.

“I just need you,” he said softly, nibbling on your earlobe as he parted your thighs gently. His fingers trembled against your skin. “I need you tonight… just like this.”

His beautiful hands brushed upwards, teasing at your entrance. He shuddered when he felt the wetness gathered there, and his eyes were so dark from seeing you like this… He grinned that beautiful grin of his–a strange combination of mischief and beauty–before he bent to kiss you. You wrapped your legs around his hips, and it was clear the heat of your body made him weak. He slid into you with an easy roll of his hips, and it was clear by the way he held his shoulders and the trembling in his limbs, he was on the edge.

“God,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. “You feel so good. ____ you’re so good. I…I won’t last.”

You smiled at him to show it was ok–he could make it up to you later.

Kuroo

Kuroo moaned when you sank your hand into his hair. You always loved how soft it was, and even more than that, you loved the sounds he made when you tugged on it. His back was a mess of scratch marks, and his whole body was bathed in sweat. You grinned as you moved the lube between your fingers to warm it, enjoying the foreign weight of the strap on at your hips. Kuroo had done such a good job of preparing himself, to the point he could fit a full four fingers inside himself without resistance.

“I’m not going to go easy on you, Tetsu,” you purred, spreading his cheeks wide, smearing the lube over his rim. “Hope you like getting fucked.”

With a smooth roll of your hips, you hilted Kuroo with the dildo. You grinned even wider as you listened to him keen and cry, trying to adjust around the silicone length inside of him. He was either going to regret sharing this fantasy with you, or he was going to love every minute. Either way, you planned on fucking him until he couldn’t even see straight.

Ukai

He wasn’t lazy in bed. Quite the opposite, he always did his part.

He just liked watching you bounce on his cock. He loved thrusting up into you while a rough thumb pressed against your clit. He liked watching your thighs shake around his hips as you struggled to keep your rhythm with your imminent orgasm. He groaned, pitching his hips up, when he felt you clench around him. His free hand grabbed your breast roughly, rolling your nipple between his fingers. He growled–actually growled, like a wild animal–at the high whine in the back of your throat.

“Are you going to come for me?” He bounced you harder, laser-focused on your jiggling breasts. When you nodded, he took your chin between his fingers, drawing you close. “Say it, baby girl.”

“I’m coming, Keishin,” you whimpered. “I’m coming.”

“Who makes you come?”

“You,” you groaned. “Only you. Please.”

He grinned, savage and shark-like; “Go ahead and come for me. Fall apart on my cock.”

Tsukki

He was trembling.

He could feel himself shake, straining almost unconsciously at his wrists bound in his lap. You’d chosen not to tie his arms behind his back… it was a sign of your trust. In return, he’d given you his trust. He squirmed, desperately trying to ascertain your location from… something. Instinct or intuition or the feel of your breath on his skin, but all he could see was the inside of the blindfold. All he could hear was the soft, mellow beat of the instrumental music in his noise-cancelling headphones. The only sounds he could make were muffled gurgling behind the gag.

He felt your hand on his back and he jumped, not expecting how electric your touch felt after the total darkness of his predicament. Your hand rubbed soothing circles between your shoulder blades–soothing and sweet–and he leaned into the touch. He trusted you… he was comforted by your skin on his. You would never hurt him. He relaxed into you, giving into your whims. He could feel you suck a dark, almost painful, mark into his neck. He groaned so loud, even the gag couldn’t muffle it.

When he felt your slicked fingers circling his hole, he knew you would make him scream before the night was out.

Daichi

There was family just down the hall, and from his experience as a teenager, the walls of his childhood home were very thin. He didn’t care. He’d wanted you since he’d seen you in his t-shirt that morning. He was so patient, and he waited all day, but he couldn’t wait for you to excuse yourself from the conversation with his family and get all the way back home before he could have you.

“Be quiet, princess,” Daichi growled, pressing you against the wall. He pried your lips apart, sticking his rough, thick fingers into your mouth. You sucked eagerly, pushing your hips against his. The steadily-growing line of his cock pressed insistently against the plush of your ass, and you could feel yourself grow wetter at the mere thought. “We wouldn’t want them to hear you, hm?”

You moaned around his fingers, slurping at them greedily. You wished he was in front of you so you could see the lust burning in his eyes, or at least sink your hands into that soft hair of his. As it was, all you could do was palm at your own breast, trying to entice him to go faster. He chuckled into your hair, his deep voice like a purr.

“So eager,” he said, but he unzipped his fly either way. “I hope you’re ready for me.”

Terushima

He’d goaded you and baited you and been a brat all night. He wouldn’t stop laughing, he wouldn’t submit, and he refused to behave. Now, he was paying the price. You didn’t tie him up–you didn’t need to. You had him shaking with so much pleasure, he was pinned in place with mere will. You pounded the vibrator into him brutally, pumping him with your other hand. His face stung from where you’d slapped him over and over until he’d finally given in, and he knew his ass was practically glowing from your earlier brutality. For the first time ever since you’d started these games, his safe word came to mind.

“Does it feel good, Yuuji?” you asked, giving your wrist a particularly brutal twist. The bent end of the vibrator bumped against his prostate, causing him to whine and pant like a bitch in heat.

“So good,” he moaned quickly and breathlessly. “So good… so good… gonna…”

“Come for me, Yuuji,” you whispered in his ear. Your breath against his hyper-sensitive, sweat bathed skin busted open the dam and he came in hot, wet spurts over your hands.His whole body trembled, and he wasn’t sure if his sobs were pleasure or pain. You only gave him a brief break before you started again. “We aren’t done here, Yuuji. You’ll come at least twice more tonight, whether you like it or not.”

He wished he didn’t like it as much as he did.

Yamaguchi

“Pretty,” Yamaguchi cooed, running his hands along your hips. He squeezed your thighs for extra emphasis. “So pretty.”

“Tadashi,” you gasped. “Tadashi… please!”

“Gorgeous,” he whispered against the skin of your inner thigh. “I love these legs… I love them.”

You arched your back, whimpering when you felt his rough fingertips spread you gently; “Tadashi, don’t tease!”

“Hmm,” Yamaguchi hummed, curling his tongue against your hood teasingly. “So wet. So sweet. How about I put these lovely legs over my shoulders, hm?”

Whoot whoot these were HOT!!!

R and S for Hanamiya Makoto, if you can of course! By the way, how have you been Jade? It’s been long since I’ve been too active here

I’m so sorry this took soooooo long to finish! I’m doing pretty good, just got through Christmas by the time I got back to this lol. I hope you’re doing well too!

R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

Hanamiya, as we know, if very much about control, so he will manipulate the situation until you are the one who can’t wait to have him.
Depending on where you are (home or out) will determine how he behaves.
Out in public

Hanamiya will sit closer to you that normally, leg pressed against yours with his hand rubbing up and down your thigh seemingly absentmindedly.
He’ll push his hand up higher and higher, fingertips grazing the innermost edge of your leg.
When you start squirming, he’ll quirk his eyebrow up as if he’s just noticed where his hand is, lazy smirk spreading across his lips.
“What’s the matter, ______-chan? You seem a little…distracted.”
However you answer will be wrong.

If you admit you’re turned on he’ll shake his head. “So perverse, we’re in public! How could you be thinking those things?”
If you feign ignorance, he’ll lean into your space, breath ghosting your ear. “You think I don’t know what’s going through your mind? You’re a dirty girl and you know it.”

At home

Here, Hanamiya is a little more obvious.
If you’re doing dishes, he’ll press up against your back, hands trailing under your shirt towards your breasts. “Don’t stop cleaning, wench,” he’ll whisper in your ear. Once you’re whimpering for more, he’ll admonish you for taking too long to finish your task. “Better hurry up or you won’t get to come tonight.”
If you’re on the couch, he’ll sit down and pull you into his lap, grinding you down onto his crotch. “You should practice your lap dancing skills, they’re a bit lacking.” He’ll make you shimmy and shake until he’s so hard and you’re so wet he can sink into you with barely any effort at all.

S: Safe Word (How often is the safe word used? Why?)

Hanamiya is a sadist, so having a safe word is absolutely necessary, especially if you’re having a frustration fueled fuck fest after his team loses. So, if you plan to “console” him in this situation make sure the safe word is clearly understood. Because he hates weakness, Hanamiya’s safe word he uses is “trash”.

Hanamiya grit his teeth, slamming his cock into her over and over. It had been an infuriating game. He hated playing Seirin more than any team and even without the stupid “iron heart” they were still annoyingly noble! He smacked her ass, taking out his frustration with each impact.

Through his anger, lust-filled haze her heard, “Trash! Makato! Trash, trash, trash!”

When he opened his eyes, he was actually startled to see a thin line of blood trailing down her hip where his nails had dug in too far. Grunting, he pulled out, turning her over and thrusting back in. “I’ll stop hitting you, but I’m fucking you till I’m done!” he growled. She nodded, head cast back as he continued, his hands firmly planted on either side of her head.

I love you writing. Can you do murasakibara Atsushi with the letter D? If it’s not too much trouble.

Thank you so much my dear, I’m so, so glad you enjoy it and thank you for telling me! I’m sorry this took so long to get done but I hope you enjoy it!

D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)

Murasakibara groaned low in his throat, head falling back against the lockers. On his lap sat his girlfriend, skirt flipped up giving him a perfect view of her ass. Well, sat is not the operative word, more like grinding…hard…against his cock which was encased only in thin lycra and cotton. The game had been intense for both of them, especially since Mura finally allowed himself to start enjoying the game. Despite Yosen’s win, the purple haired giant still felt pent up. Maybe there was something to adrenaline building up and without a proper outlet he felt like he was going to burst.

Which was why when she’d jumped into his arms, he’d practically shoved everyone out of the room before landing heavily on the bench and placing her on his lap.

“Come on, _____-chin, I need some release,” he’d begged. He was too impatient for a blowjob, they taking longer thanks to his excessive length and since neither of them had a condom, he’d settled for her dry humping against him.

Halfway through her efforts, he turned her, moving her skirt to reveal what he could, pleased to find she’d opted to wear a thong allowing his hands to grip smooth, lovely flesh.

“Faster,” he growled, massage her breasts with his large hands.

Smacking them away to give herself better leverage, she knelt forward, hands on his knees and rotated her hips at as fast as she could.

“Ugh, ye…yeah…just like that,” he encouraged.

Finally, he felt himself let go, the release he needed washing over him as fast as his seed stained his shorts.

She collapsed, back to his chest, her own heaving but her breath was caught as one hand returned to her breast while the other dipped below her skirt and panty line. One large finger curled into her soaking snatch, his mouth sucking at the skin of her throat. “And you said I couldn’t fuck you,” he teased, curving his wrist to thrust deep into her wanting heat.

Can I have the smut headcanons H and I for Lev? Thanks!

I: Initiator (Who initiates most of the time? How?)

She straddled his thighs, lips covering his in a deep long kiss. Lev couldn’t help it, he groaned into her mouth, hips thrusting up of their own accord making his erection plainly evident to her. He’d never done this before, never gone this far and for one horror filled moment thought she’d be disgusted by his lack of control. But instead of recoiling as he expected, she bore down on him, grinding her panties against him. He groaned into her mouth again, torn between embarrassment and arousal at both their wanton behavior. Her lips trailed to his neck as his hands moved to her hips, guiding her motion, grinding her harder and harder against him. It was hot, almost too hot, and he knew if they kept it up, he’d come in his pants.

“Come on baby,” she whispered against his ear, “I wanna make you come.”

He moaned her name again, thrusting up as she continued swiveling her hips. She felt the pulse of his cock, the rush of release against the cloth of his trousers.

Gently she guided his hand below the waistline of her skirt and panties and he inhaled sharply as he felt her. “See how wet you get me?” she purred. “Let’s get that cock of yours hard again so it can play in my tight wet heat.”

Her dirty words helped him along faster than he thought possible and soon he had her on her back, crying out his name as he thrust, now encased in her pussy instead of his jeans.

H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)

Lev is not one for public displays of affection but there are times where he just can’t help himself and has to touch you.
Often it will be small gestures, like an arm around your shoulders with fingers trailing up and down as you ride the train together.
He’ll hold your hand all throughout the school day, enduring teasing and catcalls just because he wants to feel any of his skin against yours.
When you get home, he’ll play with your hair or massage your shoulders as you watch TV or a movie.
He may even play footsie with you in the library if you’re studying.
But all of the above will inevitably lead to him being even more handsy, especially if he gets you fully alone.
At which point, his hands are under your clothes as he kisses you, fully caressing and groping ever inch he can reach which is pretty much all of you considering how long his limbs are.

D & R for Iwaizumi please 🐢

D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)

Iwaizumi tugged at her hair, latching his teeth to her neck pulling a gasp of his name from her lips. “Dirty little slut,” he growled, “wearing that short skirt when you know I don’t have time to properly fuck you.” He thrust his legs up, rubbing his clothed dick against her rapidly dampening panties. “Guess I’ll make the time now.”

“Ha…hajime,” she moaned against his mouth.

His fiery eyes met her half hooded ones. “You want it, don’t you?” He thrust up again. “You want my cock buried in your wet pussy.” Another pull of her hair. “Answer me.”

“Yes, Hajime, I wa…I want your cock. So, so bad! Please, please fuck me!”

He groaned, swiftly turning her around but made no move to remove either of their clothing. His hands trailed under her shirt, finger tugging and pinching at her full erect nipples as his teeth continued to mark the flesh of her neck. “You’re a bad girl, ______-chan,” he grunted, “so you’re gonna work to come. You better get to grinding that ass on my cock.”

She moved to stand but his hands kept her in place. “No removing clothes, now, get started. You don’t get any until I get mine.”

R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

Iwaizumi, when feeling horny, will be much more hands on and less worried about public displays of affection.
Like, literally, his hands are on you constantly. You’re standing beside him? Hand around your waist. Waiting in a queue? Both arms snaked around your waist, with his chin on your shoulder. Walking down the street? He’s holding your hand. Each of these seem strangely innocent to be indicators of lustful intent but when he doesn’t care who sees him touching you, you know he’s far gone and ready to take you against the nearest wall if you’d let him.
In fact, he may just do that, finding a secluded space between two building in the market area or an inconspicuous closet at school where he’ll cover your body with his, kissing you till both your lungs are burning with his hands roaming all over your body.
If he’s worked up enough, he may just push aside your underwear and pull down his pants for a quickie.

Some nsfw for Imayoshi is much overdue! >w< finally got the chance to ask!

Since gender was not specified for the partner, I wrote female, I hope you don’t mind! Also, I wrote a list of tropes and decided to pull one from there for inspiration. -Admin Jade

How long had they been doing this? Meeting in, not necessarily secret, but keeping mum about their…arrangement. For a while it’d been enough, a release for them both without strings attached. But lately, annoyingly, Imayoshi began noticing his eyes landing on her throughout the day, watching poor fools who had no chance of satisfying her practically throwing themselves before her feet. It made his skin itch and stomach roil with an unpleasant feeling he was steadfastly trying to ignore but could call nothing else but jealousy.

Which is how they ended up where they were, shoved in a storage closet of all places, mouths smashed together, his tongue roaming and twisting around hers. She moaned, the sound sending waves of heat through his body. It shouldn’t be like this, she shouldn’t have this much power over him but Imayoshi knew that somewhere along the line, he’d shifted from thinking of her as a pressure release into something more. But he wasn’t ready to admit defeat, not even to his own heart.

So he focused instead on imparting so much pleasure to her she wouldn’t want anyone else.

“Imayoshi,” she moaned, teeth nipping his earlobe, “what’s gotten into you today?”

“Nothin’ darlin’,” he insisted, fingers working deftly at the buttons of her shirt. He whipped it open, exposing a black lace bra. Licking his lips he grinned. “How sweet, you wore my favorite color.”

She rolled her eyes. “I always wear black, you know that.”

He ignored the truth of her words, tongue shooting out to lick the crestline of her bra, the taste of her flesh sweet. “I wanna eat you,” he confessed.

“What’s this?” she crooned as he tugged her skirt to the floor. “The indomitable Imayoshi Shouichi on his knees? Never thought I’d see the day.”

“We’ll see who’s on their knees when I’m done,” he replied, licking the line of her panties. “Hmmmm, seems you’re already wet and eager,” he teased, toying with her clit through the fabric.

“Ugh, if you’re gonna be down there, get to it already,” she snapped, shifting slightly to bring herself closer to his mouth.

“So demanding,” he chided but nevertheless tugged aside the fabric to give a long, broad lick with the flat of his tongue.

Warmth cascaded over her body, fingers trailing through his dark locks. “Oh fuck,” she moaned, head kicking back as he pushed farther forward, his slick muscle prodding deep within her dripping heat.

“You’re making quite the mess of me, sweetie.” Another lick followed by a suck of her outer lip almost had her falling to the ground. “Or maybe I’m making a mess of you?”

Her hips shifted, impatience settling like fiberglass against her nerves. Imayoshi’s hands trailed up the back of her thighs to her ass, grabbing handfuls of flesh, kneading as he worked his tongue deeper. Much as he liked partially clothed sex, of any variety, the panties were now in the way. With little regard to her clothing budget, he ripped them off, burying his face between her legs and effectively cutting off her protests. He lapped at her, taking his time to hit every bit of her pussy. She writhed against the wall, knees growing weaker. “Pl…please, Imayoshi,” she begged, wanting nothing more than to feel the sweet relief of orgasm wash over her.

“Getting tired already? Where’s your stamina, ______-chan?”

She shoved him hard, his precarious balance upset leading him to land heavily on his ass. Before he could react, she was pushing him onto his back, straddling his face and covering her mouth with her cunt. “Shut the fuck up and put that mouth to better use, Shouichi,” she hissed, grinding down against him.

He grinned, opening up and shoving his tongue as far as he could into her. She bucked, smearing her running juices on his chin. Imayoshi revelled in the taste of her, the smell, the feel, all of it. His hands ran up the expanse of her stomach to grasp her breasts, pinching and teasing her nipples to stiff peaks beneath her bra.

“F…fuck,” she breathed, knees scraping against the hard concrete floor but he was imparting too much pleasure for her to care about the bruises that would undoubtedly be there tomorrow. Finally with one last wiggle of the tip of his tongue against her clit he had her screaming his name, completely forgetting where they were and that people could undoubtedly hear them.

As she collapsed to the floor, breath heaving, Imayoshi considered her from his still prone position. Yes, he would keep these new found feelings to himself a little longer.

“Told you I’d have you on your knees,” he said smuggly.

“Yeah? Well, I had you on your ass, so we’re even.”

Why ruin a good thing?

Work on my other blog, hope you enjoy!

F and P dor Aomine Daiki? Thanks Jade ;)

F: Firsts (First time having sex together)

Despite popular opinion that Aomine is a beast in bed (true as that may be) when it’s his first time with you, he is cautious.
Being open about sex, he’ll most likely know whether you’re a virgin or not before things ever progress this far.

But once he gets the green light from you, he’ll take it.

He starts off slow, learning what you like, what gets you going (or moaning rather).
Once he has a firm (hehe) idea of how to proceed, he’ll continue to lead, taking off your clothes and kissing every inch of skin he can.
Most likely, he’ll start with missionary, unless you want something else.
He’ll wrap his cock in a condom and lubricate well then part your legs carefully.
Virgin or not, he likes to start off with oral sex to help lube and loosen you up. And he’s really good at it!
He’ll lick, suck and tongue you until you’re begging to come, at which point he’ll gingerly insert one or two fingers, pumping as he sucks your clit.
Once you’ve had your first orgasm, he’ll move into position and push in. Super, super slow if you’re a virgin to give you a chance to get used to sex and his size in general.
If you’re a bit more experienced, he’ll go faster, moving into thrusting a bit sooner than with a first timer.
Either way, he makes sure you’re enjoying everything he’s doing; it’s no fun for him to only feel good.
His mouth will either find its way to your neck or your breasts, sucking and nibbling the skin to give you multiple points of stimulation.
Eventually, his thrusts will grow stronger and faster as he finds a good pace to impart pleasure to you both.
When he comes, he growls your name against your ear, the rumble of his chest against yours quite the aphrodisiac.
After you’ve both come, he’ll pull out, carefully remove and dispose of the condom, then spoon up to your backside, allowing both of you to fall into post-orgasmic slumber.

P: Playlist (A playlist for getting down and dirty; will probably include a lap dance song, a song for making love, and a song that represents their sex life)

Lap Dance: Pour Some Sugar On Me, by Def Leppard

Making Love: Talking Body, by Tove Lo

Sex Life: I want your sex, by George Michael

For the smut headcannons could you do B and J for Aomine please? Thank you!

B: Birthday (Describe birthday sex)

As much as he can be impatient, Aomine does appreciate anticipation so impart a little bit of teasing before getting to the main birthday sex event.
Wear a sexy outfit, one that shows you off to best advantage, and take him out. Aomine can be a tad possessive but we also know he’s quite prideful and getting to watch other males drool over you with the knowledge that you’re his will get his motor revving.
Touch him a lot, meaning, hold his hand and caress the back of it with your thumb. Run your fingers up and down his forearm, lean into him, whisper in his ear to tickle the hairs of his neck.
When you get home, give this boy a lapdance and it will make his night.
Make sure to wear the classic school girl costume with ridiculously short skirt; he’ll be singing your praises all night.
Blow job, blow job, blow job. Did I mention blow job? Make sure this is on the menu for him, boy loves watching you wrap your pretty lips around his cock. Bonus points if you have on red lipstick.
When you’re done “servicing him” give him the greenlight to fuck you like he wants (within reason and parameters set of course).

J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)

As mentioned during the birthday sex head canons, Aomine is possessive and will have no problem making it blantantly clear who you belong to.
This can occur in one of two ways: a public gesture or marking.
With marking, it’s more a matter of Aomine loves seeing a hickey or bite marks he’s left on you as a point of pride; you let him do that to you because you want the world to know you’re taken and that to him is a huge turn on.
But with jealousy, Aomine comes a whole different beast. If he thinks someone is being too friendly (or perhaps you are with them) he has no qualms about dragging you away for a semi-private show of dominance.
He’ll heft you up against a wall, drive his tongue into your mouth and squeeze your ass until there’s no doubt you’ll have bruises.
Depending on the severity of the offense (imagines or otherwise) he’ll either rut his clothed dick against you until you’re whimpering for him to fuck you, at which point he’ll pretty much drop you and walk away (much as it pains him) or he’ll get you to that point, rip off your panties and actually fuck you senseless.
Either way, it ends with him affirming, “You’re mine, got it?”

Hello Jade :) Could I join your supernatural AU? How about scenario of Exorcist!aomine dating a girl who is unknowingly possessed by Asmodeus (lust demon), they have sex almost everyday and it caused her to get pregnant. One day one of his friends find out that she’s possessed when she’s on her fifth month pregnancy, should he’s doing exorcism spell or let her and their baby in a danger? (Nsfw then angst with happy ending?) Thank u.

“Fuck baby, and I thought I was the horn dog in this relationship.” Aomine thrust forward, his dick gliding easily in and out of her dripping core, the vision making his mouth water. She was so hot, so sexy and all the time willing and ready. More than willing, really, if he were honest. In fact, she was oftentimes down right insatiable. Almost every day or night it was the same situation if different circumstances. Him fingering her in the shower, her going down on him in the movie theatre, her riding his face on the bed, or, like now, her with her back on the bed, ankles against his shoulders and his cock driving into her.

Her breasts bounced wildly, her screams getting louder as he thrust and thrust and thrust. “Harder, Daiki, fuck me harder!” He grunted, sweat rolling down his temples; he wasn’t sure he could go any harder! Pulling out, he flipped her to her knees, stood by the bed and dragged her to the edge of the mattress. Now on his feet, he had more strength to his legs, shoving into her roughly and tugging on her hips. “That’s it! Just like that! Oh fuck, just like that!” she bellowed, heedless of who heard her wanton cries.

Aomine came hard, spilling his seed deep in her womb. He didn’t notice the glow of her eyes, nor the chuckle in her chest as the demon within sated it’s hunger; and its plan to bring terror into this world.

It’d been a long while since Aomine had last seen Imayoshi, the man he’d learned his trade from. But there was no mistaking that calculating stare through cold eyes as he rounded the corner with his now five months pregnant girlfriend. “Wow Aomine-kun,” grinned his fellow exorcist, “Never thought I’d see the day you’d be in the family way.”

“Yeah, well, things change,” he shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. The truth was, he was terrified to be a father. How was he going to raise a kid in his line of work? It was constantly dangerous and there was no telling where he’d be called to next, sometimes being gone for months at a time. Such had been the case when she notified him of the pregnancy, though she was much more calm about it that him. When he’d returned home, he decided to take a leave of absence, relying heavily on his friends for support until he could figure out what to do in terms of work.

Coming out of his ruminations, Aomine saw a peculiar look cross Imayoshi’s face. “What’s with the face?” he snapped, suddenly on high alert.

Seeming to meet his gaze, though it was hard to tell sometimes with the older male, Imayoshi said quietly, “Aomine-kun, where’re your rosary beads and amulet?”

Aomine’s teeth grit. “I lost’em, been lookin’ but the damn things have disappeared.”

“Funny choice of words,” murmured Imayoshi, still eyeing the woman before him with caution. “Then again, you never were really good at sensing things beyond an easy score.”

A flash of anger flew through Aomine’s eyes. “And just what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Imayoshi sighed, drawing out a cross and gun, leveling both at the mother of Aomine’s child. “It means, you couldn’t identify a lust demon if it bit you in the ass, which, I’m guessing,” he added wryly, “this one has done on more than one occasion.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Aomnie roared but before he could do anything further, his girlfriend pushed away, running surprisingly quick for a woman in her second trimester.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Imayoshi hollored over his shoulder while in hot pursuit of the possessed woman.

He cornered her in an abandoned building a few blocks away. Despite a supernatural influx of stamina, the fetus within her womb took up entirely too much energy for the chase to continue. She lay on her side, legs outward and chest heaving as Imayoshi closed in upon her. “I’m sorry my dear,” he said, tone lacking any of the remorse his words claimed, “but this is the only way.”

Her head shot up, eyes blazing red. A voice, low and guttural shook him to his bones. “You fool! It’s already too late! You could shoot her and it would do nothing! This baby will go on, will bring about death and destruction of a scale beyond your comprehension!” Behind Imayoshi stood Aomine, rooted to the spot in shock. Had he really…brought about the end of the world because of his inability to recognize this creature?

“You’re still learning,” Imayoshi’s voice insisted, though why he was trying to comfort Aomine he didn’t know. “But there may be another way.”

“What?” Aomine asked, moving next to his mentor.

“An exorcism,” replied the bespectacled male simply. His eyes glanced to the blue hair. “But you’ll have to do it, since it’s your child in there.”

Aomine swallowed thickly, grabbing his prayer book from his back pocket. It’d been a while since he last did this and he wasn’t sure he had the strength needed to pull it off. He’d never intended to get this involved with the woman before him at all, initially going back to her because she was such an easy lay. The thought brought an unexpected wave of shame over him as realization of deeper feelings took root in his heart. How could he do this to her? How could he have not known she was possessed? Maybe even helped her when they first met?

But no, as with everything else in his life, Aomine was only focused on what he wanted and could get; consequences quite literally be damned.

“Is that pity I see? Or perhaps worse…love?” mocked the demon. It laughed, cold. “It doesn’t matter, if you proceed you’ll most likely kill her but I…I will endure. I will fully immerse into the child and become stronger.”

“Not unless I kill you first,” Aomine growled. With a heavy heart, he began the incantation, the demon screaming until Aomine thought his eardrums were going to burst but he persisted, shouting at the top of his lungs the words which would drive the creature back to hell. The walls shook, cracks appearing on the ceiling as plaster fell in sheets around them but he kept at it, pouring all his will, all his power, all his love for the woman and child he now knew he couldn’t live without, into the exorcism.

Finally, with a blinding flash of green light, the room fell silent as she collapsed on her back, unconscious. Aomine rushed forward, horrified to see deep scratch marks all over her body and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Feeling for a pulse and finding none, Aomine shouted for Imayoshi to help him, leaning down to seal his mouth with hers and pushed air into her lungs. Imayoshi began chest compressions, both men working frantically to try to revive her. Finally, she gulped in a deep breath of air.

“I’m calling an ambulance,” Imayoshi insisted.

“Tell them to take us to Midorima. He knows about my job and won’t give us shit about her condition once we tell him what happened. Well, he will but he won’t call the cops to arrest us,” Aomine advised.

Hours later, a pacing Aomine looked up as a pensive looking Midorima entered the hallway. “It was touch and go,” he began, “but it seems the mother at least will survive. As for your son,” his green eyes met wide blue, “I’m afraid the odds are not good. He’s vastly premature but the damages were so extensive to her body externally and internally we had no choice but to bring him out. He’s in isolation for now. I’m not sure when you can see him, but her,” he indicated the door, “you can at least sit with.”

Aomine didn’t wait any longer, surging into her room. Looking at the bed, his heart sank at how broken and fragile she looked. He sat in the visitor’s seat, large hand taking hers. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

It took several months for things to iron out.

Upon waking, she didn’t have any clue who Aomine was, her memories of their time together a blank thanks to the demon possessing her. But eventually, Aomine wormed his way into her heart and the couple watched over their son. The day finally came where he was strong enough to be held and as he was placed in Aomine’s arms, the former exorcist couldn’t stop some tears from falling.

They had a long way to go, but here in his arms, was a miracle and he wasn’t going to let anyone, man or beast, take him away.