Tag: NSFW

scenario of Akashi’s s/o riding him and he has a love hate for it cuz he wants to dominate but it’s sexy seeing them on top

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Hooded eyes looked up at them, an uncommon flicker of indecision present but they didn’t notice, head thrown back in obvious bliss. Akashi trailed his gaze down their half clothed form to where their bodies connected.

He’d watched himself fuck them before, of course, but that was usually in front of a mirror with him behind controlling the action. There was something decidedly different about watching his cock disappear into them with them on top. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it. He wasn’t even sure how they’d ended up here. One moment, they’d been kissing heavily and the next he was on his couch, pants around his ankles and buried to the hilt in their heat.

The only thing he was sure of was that it felt good as the moan he’d worked to hold onto slipped out. He wasn’t used to losing even one ounce of control and to do so with them in this position, well, it was a first to say the least.

His fingers twitched against their hips, his grip tightening as the urge to fling them to the floor and fuck them senseless started to take hold. He squeezed his eyes shut, frustration bubbling up, the need to dominate growing stronger. 

“Sei,” their voice breathed, throat dry from the rapidity of their breathing and the exertion of their fucking him. His eyes snapped open and back to their face. “I may be on top, but if you’ll notice,” they looked pointedly at their position, “I’m still on my knees.”

They shifted to bring their mouth closer to his, the angle providing, if possible, a deeper penetration that made both of them groan. With part lips they panted against his, “I haven’t forgotten who the emperor is.”

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K, M for Ahomine?

Since these go great together, they’re paired.

K: Kitchen (Describe a sex scene in the kitchen)

M: Morning (Describe morning sex)

The buzz of your cell phone wakes you, hand dashing to grab it before your bed partner wakes up, however unlikely that may be. Aomine needs at least four alarms and even then he’ll only get up when you literally kick his ass out of bed. Smiling to yourself, you rise, throwing a fluffy robe around your shoulders and slippers on your feet. Padding gently through the apartment, you smile at the soft fall of snow; it’s been a beautiful winter so far.

Entering the kitchen, you turn on the light, humming as you gather ingredients to make breakfast.

Rotating from the fridge, you gasp as your body collides with another, the eggs in your hand a lost cause to the floor. Hand over your chest, you push against his. “You scared the life out of me! Since when do you get up this early without provocation?”

“Who says I wasn’t provoked?” His voice is lower, still holding on to the dredges of sleep but casting your eyes downward brings into view the fact that he’s still fully naked…and raging hard.

“…You woke up like that?” you ask a bit breathless. No matter how many times you’ve been with him, the vision Aomine makes in the flesh is…well…breathtaking.

“Hmmmmhmmmm,” he moans, mouth now against your neck, fingers pulling at the knot of your robe. “And you’re gonna help me out.” With a final tug, he wrenches open the material and the cold of the room makes you shiver, body pressing into his instinctively. You can feel him grin against your skin, surprisingly warm hands trailing up your back to draw you even closer. Lifting you up, he turns but instead of taking you back to bed, he surprises you by shoving off whatever items reside on the breakfast bar and laying you flat against its surface.

You cry out, “Daiki, what on earth-” but further protests are silenced by his head burying itself between your thighs, he tongue prodding deeply into your tight, wet heat.

“It’s like you read my mind baby,” he says, voice muffled by your skin. “I was in the mood for something sweet for breakfast.”

F and O for Aomine please! Hope you’re doing well <3

I’m doing much better, thank you! Sorry these took so long! I lumped them together into one scene, I hope you enjoy it!

O: Orgasm (Describe coming–who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)

F: Firsts (First time having sex together)

Aomine has always talked a big game…about everything. From basketball to the bedroom, he’s proclaimed his talents but now, in the heat of the moment, he’s wondering if he’s doing it right. Do you like when he touches you? Is he making you uncomfortable with all the noises he makes? He hopes not, because he just can’t help it, this feels so good.

You feel so good and he’s not even in you yet.

He can’t kiss you fast enough, tongue eager to taste every inch so his movements are rapid, hands trailing over soft skin with a fervency born of absolute need.

“Please, let me, I wanna try it,” he asks against your mouth. Blushing, you avert your gaze but nod compliance to his request.

Grinning like he won the lottery, Aomine quickly moves toward the foot of the bed, positioning himself between your thighs. Up until now, he’s only touched you here and that was with your clothes still on. But here you are, spread before him and he’s looking at you like a starving man viewing a feast.

“Daiki.” Your voice is tiny, nerves and a little fear still present.

He looks up, rubbing his rough palm over the flesh of your inner thigh. “It’s ok baby, trust me. I’ll stop whenever you say to, ok?”His voice is gentle, more gentle than you’ve ever heard him speak.

You nod and he leans down again, making himself comfortable. Shifting his head, he opens his mouth, sticks out his tongue and licks you from base to clit.

“Daiki,” you sigh, body both tensing and relaxing. He grins, diving back in, feeling around with his tongue, tasting your essence for the first time. A moan from your lips draws his attention up, his dick firming as he watches you play with your breasts while he pleasures your pussy. He sucks in one side of your lip, finger rubbing the other as he figures out what you like.

Moving up, he flicks your clit with the tip of his tongue making you gasp out, “Oh, right there. Please, Daiki, that feels so good.”

He moans into you, lips pursing around your nub which he sucks and teases. Your moans are louder now, breath panting and the tremble of your thighs clues him in to your impending release. Carefully, he inserts one finger and crooks it up; which pushes you over the edge. You shout his name to the ceiling, body trembling as your orgasm rips through you. He draws it out as long as he can, only leaning up to take in breath when he’s sure he’s wrung all he can out of this one.

When he looks up again, your eyes are already on him, a blissful smile on your face.

“So I take it, you liked that?” he asks, smug grin in place.

You nod, heavy eyelids closing as you roll to your side. Aomine sits up, taking a drink of water and wiping his mouth clean then spoons up to your naked backside. Time enough for his turn later, right now, he just wants to hold you.

O and R for Daiki?

O: Orgasm (Describe coming–who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)

“Fuck baby, you feel so damn good!” Aomine hisses through clenched teeth, ramming into you harder, his pelvis colliding with your ass. You know he’s close by how firm his grip on your hips is. A smack to your cheek makes you cry out his name and you bear down on his dick with your inner walls. “Damn it, you know that’s gonna get me to come, you brat,” he half groans, half laughs. But it doesn’t stop him from pistoning like a madman into you.

A few seconds later, he stills pressed in as deep as he can, fingers digging bruises into your flesh as he unleashes his seed into the condom.

Pulling out, he flops to his back, not even bothering to remove the full load.

“That, was literally fucking awesome,” he pants. Casting side eyes to you, he grins. “Now straddle my face, it’s your turn.”

R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

Aomine couldn’t help it, you looked just too damn good. Casting his glance from side to side and finding the shop girl busy with another patron, he swiftly entered the dressing room, drawing a startled squeak from your lips.

Before you could process what was happening, he had you pressed against the mirror, hand trailing under the dress you’d yet to take off and sliding along the line of your panties.

“Daiki, get out!” you whispered harshly.

“Mmmmm, don’t you mean, get in?” he purred against the shell of your ear, finger teasing the top of your sex. “You look so damn sexy baby, please, let me fuck you.”

“You’re insatiable, I swear.” You tried to sound annoyed but your breathy sigh gave him just enough of a green light to keep going.

“Don’t kid yourself, you know this turns you on as much as it does me,” he insisted, mouth trailing hot wet kisses down your throat.

Just as he was about to unbuckle his pants, a knock on the door startled you both.

“Are you ok miss? I think your boyfriend may have wandered off, would you like me to find him?”

Aomine chuckled but your elbow to his stomach had him coughing and you fake coughing to cover his noise.

“No…no thank you! I’m pretty much done, he’s probably just in the car!”

“Oh, ok. Let me know if I can be of any help.”

“You can help by getting the fuck out of here,” Aomine grumbled.

“What was that?” she asked, twisting the knob.

“Nothing! Sorry, just arguing with the dress, I’m really alright!”

A beat passed, then her footsteps moved away.

“Daiki, let go, I’ll give you a blowjob when we get home,” you offered, pushing on the mirror to force him backwards but he held firm, erection pushing against your ass.

“I’m not going out there with this raging boner, so you best do something about it now,” he grunted, trailing your hand to the front of his pants.

“It’s not my fault you can’t control yourself! Just think of something unpleasant, like Kise’s coach naked or something.”

His face twisted to agony, mind’s eye going where he didn’t want it despite his best effort, deflating him rather quickly. He smacked your ass before opening the door. “You’re gonna pay for that, wench.”

I, P for Ushijima?? Thanks

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

  • In the beginning of the relationship, she initiates more than him. Mostly because he’s never had someone consistently in his life who needed more from him that his volleyball knowledge and skills.
  • There’s no being subtle with Ushijima. He’s not stupid, per se, but he appreciates straightforwardness. So when she wants him, she makes it clear.
  • He comes home to find all the lights off except the hall and their bedroom.
  • When he walks in, there she is, clad in lace or leather, depending on her mood.
    • “Come and get me, Wakatoshi, I need you,” she purrs, rolling to her stomach, revealing a sexy thong.
  • He sheds his clothing quickly, rolling her to her back and kissing all over her body.
  • Eventually, he’ll start initiating, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist, mouth trailing hot, wets kisses on her throat. 
    • “I want to fuck you,” he says, nipping her ear lobe. He won’t even wait for her answer, just hoists her up and carries her to the bedroom. 

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) 

tsukishima D, E, V please!

Hi dear! I set a limit of (2) letters on this one so I picked two from your list. Hope you enjoy!

E: Experimenting (Trying something new) (Kink warning: Rimming)

“How do you know you won’t like it unless you try?” Kei asks looking over his glasses.

She squirms under his heated gaze. It isn’t often Tsukishima shows his desires so plainly and while the idea intrigues her, she can’t help nerves overpowering her.

“I don’t know, Kei, I mean, it seems…so dirty,” she confesses, voice quiet.

He cocks as eyebrow, placing his glasses on the nightstand before slowly rolling to his hands and knees, crawling towards her.

Scratch that, he’s prowling.

Leaning in, he trails the tip of his nose up the side of her cheek, breath teasing her skin as he whispers, “I’ve fucked you six ways from Saturday, I doubt this is much worse than any of that.” He tugs the lobe of her ear making her gasp. “Come on, I’ll stop the second you tell me to.”

Taking in a deep breath, she nods, squeaking when he rapidly moves behind her, flipping up her skirt and yanking down her underwear. He helps her get them off, gently moving her into a downward dog position, ass up in the air.

He’s always loved her ass, so perky, firm and-

*Smack*

“Kei!”

Spankable.

But he’s done that before, and he knows she likes it. As he leans in and kisses one cheek she jumps. “Relax baby, you can trust me,” he says. After she takes another deep breath, he continues kissing, inching his way towards her center. Spreading her cheeks, his tongue pokes out, gently caressing the edge of her anus.

“Ke…kei.” Her voice quivers, torn between arousal and humiliation.

“I want you,” he insists, pushing forward to lick from the base of her core all the way up through her ass crack. He goes back down, circling her hole and she twitches. His hands grasp her more firmly, spreading her wider, tongue lapping up and down from core to ass wetting her completely.

“That…that’s enough,” she pants.

He hums agreement, turning her over and focusing all his attention on her dripping snatch. “You did so good baby,” he comments, sucking her clit until she comes, crying out his name.

V: Videos (Sending NSFW videos to each other)

“Kei.” The breathy sigh of his name alerts Tsukishima to what’s about to come.

Namely: you.

He can’t believe you sent him this, while he’s away with family of all times! Of all the cliche, annoying-

“Fuck, Kei, right there!”

He groans, palming his growing erection and ever so thankful he decided to save opening this particular file until he was safely stowed away in his room. His cheeks flush red as his breathing increases, blood roaring through his veins as he pumps his cock in time to the thrusting of your fingers in your pussy.

“I wish you were here,” you admit, eyes landing directly on the camera and he swears you’re looking right at him. “Your cock always fills me…so…so perfectly.” He yanks faster, knowing by the tone of your voice you’re close.

“Kei…Kei, Kei…KEI!”

His own release spurts against his hand as he watches you come completely undone, chest heaving making your breasts sway enticingly.

Taking a deep breath, he removes his pajama pants completely, wiping the remnants of the mess off before pushing the call button.

“Hmmmm? Kei?” your sleepy voice answers.

“You just couldn’t wait till I got home could you?”

He can hear the shit eating grin on your face. “Don’t deny you enjoyed it.”

“Just be ready, I’m gonna wreck you when I get back,” he grunts.

“Promises, promises. Why don’t you wreck me now, baby?”

“Patience, darling. Oh and no touching yourself until I get back, I want you nice and wanting for me.”

G and X for Tsukki maybe? ^^

G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures) 

Tsukishima inhales, head feeling light. That had been some fuck fest! Looking at her, he smirks proudly at the indentations on her shoulder. He hadn’t meant to bite so hard but in the heat of the moment, his teeth sank deep leaving marks. Rolling to his side, he trails his fingers over them but when she flinches he frowns. Did he really hurt her?

He shifts closer, spooning his front to her back, brushing feather light kisses over her skin.

“Sorry,” he mutters, hands sliding up and down her stomach.

“It’s ok,” she replies, pressing further into his warmth.

“Tell me to stop next time,” he insists, rolling her to her back to look in her eyes.

She smiles, caressing his face. “I don’t mind being marked by you, Kei.”

Heat pools in his stomach once more, body moving to cover hers as he kisses her. Against her mouth he murmurs, “Then I’ll do the other side.”

X: XXX (What kind of porn does the person watch? How often?)

Tsukishima doesn’t watch a lot of porn, fairly paranoid about being found out by his brother and that is not a conversation he wants to have! If he does indulge, he chooses videos feature doggy style. He loves dominating his partner and uses the images as influence for his next romp in the sheets with her.

Kasa bby with letters o and p ? Please jade !!

Kasamatsu

O: Orgasm (Describe coming–who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)

 Kasamatsu’s brow furrows, his frown lines deepening as he works to concentrate on holding back but it’s too late. He’s overwhelmed by the feelings (emotional and physical) that he’s experiencing and it all leads to him unloading well before he intends to.

He’s embarrassed, of course, eager to please but unsure how to do so because this is their first time. Well, it’s his first time, he’s not exactly sure of her because he’s always been too nervous to ask, feeling it was way too intrusive.

Which is ironic considering his dick, although softening, is still buried all the way to the hilt in her sweet warmth.

“Yukio.” Her voice calls him out of the darkness and he opens his eyes. She’s smiling, her hand reaching up to caress his face. “Did I…did it feel good?” she asks, a bit breathless.

He huffs, tilting his neck. “It felt amazing.” He leans up, capturing her lips in a deep kiss, murmuring against them, “You’re amazing.”

“So are you,” she reassures.

He tries to smile, tries to enjoy this moment for all it’s worth despite his embarrassment. “There’s other ways, you know,” she adds, fingers tracing over his shoulders.

“Show me,” he requests, holding her close, face buried in her neck to hide his blush. “Show me how to make you feel that good.”

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)

How about b and f for Hinata? (He’s such a sunshine child I love him)

B: Birthday (Describe birthday sex)

The feel of her lips against his neck makes Hinata sigh, hips rising seeking their partners in hers. She giggles, hand trailing under his shirt, finger caressing gently. His muscles twitch, eager for more of her touch. Before he can beg more, her mouth covers his, tongue gently coaxing his to dance with hers. A deep moan sounds, his voice has dropped over the years, but she knows how to make him keen if she wants.

But it’s his birthday and they both know he’ll get exactly what he wants today.

“Put your mouth on me, please,” he whispers, breath hot against her ear.

“Where, Shouyou?” she teases, eyes mischievous.

He cocks an eyebrow. “You know where, missy.”

A huff of air escapes as she chuckles, her body slowly moving down his own until she’s hovered above the zipper of his pants. With deliberation, she unbuttons them, eyes never leaving his as she tugs the tab, teeth releasing his confined length.

They shift in tandem to get his pants off, exposing him to the cool air and her hungry stare. Licking her lips, she prostates herself between his legs and opens her mouth, taking him in all the way to the hilt.

“Oh yes,” he hisses, head falling back onto the pillows, “happy birthday to me.”

F: Firsts (First time having sex together)

Hinata took in a deep breath, opening his eyes to stare into hers. They were naked, him above with his hips pressed firmly against hers. He’s not sure exactly how they got here, other than they’d both decided open mouth kisses and heavy petting just weren’t enough anymore. He dipped down, mouth caressing her throat, hand trailing up to grasp her breast and she arched in to his touch. Getting this far had been a culmination of heavy breathing, apologies for awkward movements and tentative touches but somehow, it still felt perfect.

The feel of his erection against her thigh made her shake, excitement mixed with trepidation. She trusted him, but neither had done this before and something so new, so significant, was scary.

“I love you,” he murmured in her ear, kissing her cheek gently. Looking at her face again he asked, “Are you ready?”

She nodded, squeezing her eyes shut he pushed in, Hinata choking on his own breath when he felt her warmth encase him.

“Ugh, you feel so good,” he grunted, voice strained.

“I…I love you, Shouyou,” she returned, grasping his shoulders.

Slowly he built up momentum, thrusting back and forth, their breaths sharing the same space.

It didn’t take long for him to finish, but she didn’t care, it was still rather uncomfortable if she were honest.

“Tell me how to make you feel good, too,” he requested through panting breath, face nuzzled into her neck.

You still doing the smut headcanons? If so, H and I for Tanaka, please! I’ve been obsessed with this boy lately! Thanks!

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

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

Tanaka rolls to his side, jaw stretching wide in a long yawn. He blinks open sleep encrusted eyes and when his vision clears, he smiles.

Even asleep, she’s stunning.

A familiar itch erupts in the tips of his fingers, spreading quickly to his palms, then arms; the urge to touch.

He loves touching her.

Cupping her face, ruffling her hair, massaging her neck, it doesn’t matter. Where she’ll let him, he’s eager to touch. His smiles widens as flashes of last night play before his mind’s eye, remembrance of just where she lets him touch and how.

It stirs the longing, feeds it like a greedy animal until the absence of the feel of her skin grows too great. He shifts closer, the weight of his body on the mattress rolling her nearer to him as he lays his palm against her stomach. She moves into his touch, snorting a bit when he accidentally tickles her ribs.

His eyes trail over her, mouth watering and lips tingling to kiss every inch. When his gaze reaches her face, he finds her eyes on him, a sleepy smile in place.

She stretches, revealing more of the curves he longs for, an unintentional seduction. “Good morning,” she says, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“Mornin’,” he replies, gripping her hip. “Sleep good?”

She nods, yawning. “Wouldn’t have minded a bit more of it,” she teases.

“Sorry.” His hand leaves its perch, sliding over her waist up to wrap around her breast. “I just couldn’t help myself.”

“You’ve always been an instigator, Ryu,” she sighs, adjusting her position as he climbs on top of her, body pressing her firmly into the mattress.

His skin is always so warm.

He nuzzles her neck, planting slow, open mouthed kisses down her throat. “I’ll always want more of you.” A kiss to her temple, sweet and light. “As much as you want to give, I’ll take.” His face appears above hers, eyes momentarily serious as he says, “And I’ll give you everything of me in return.”

“Since when did you become so smooth?” she asks, an attempt to lighten the suddenly heavy mood.

He smiles, warm and sincere before leaning his forehead against hers. “Since you,” he answers easily and her laughter shakes against his chest making him smile wider. “Round two?” he asks, mouth returning to her neck igniting her nerves.

He groans when her hand wraps around his staff.

She can initiate too.