Ahh could I request a couple of NSFW scenarios for Oikawa, Iwa and Kuroo where their fem s/o surprises them wearing only their jersey, panties and thigh highs~ (wow I feel really sinful asking for that, oh well no shame)

haikyuu-imagines-and-others:

No shame at all, I
agree! Honestly, I wish I was small enough to even think about doing this with
any of the characters T~T Oh well… Thank you for requesting this sinful
perfection! -Admin Satori ❤

Oikawa/Iwaizumi/Kuroo Bokuto/Akaashi/Daichi

Oikawa Tooru:

Your arms slid around your boyfriend’s shoulders from behind
as he sat at his desk, his laptop open and playing video feed for the latest
games of their next opponent. Oikawa was in the zone, you knew, but you didn’t
pay that any mind, knowing he’d been whining at you earlier in the day about
how you didn’t pay enough attention to him. Well, now you were available to do
so, and you weren’t going to let a video stand in your way.

Slowly, your hands slid down his shirt, and you turned your
head so you were pressing open mouthed and sloppy kisses all along his neck and
jaw, licking the shell of his ear as you slowly lifted his shirt a bit so you
could press your fingers in his smooth skin, feeling the muscles ripple under
your touch. “Tooru~…. I have a surprise for you~…” You purred into his ear,
smiling when you noticed his hand twitch towards the mouse pad, but a
particular set of the game had his attention back on what was happening on the
screen and not what was happening with your hands on his body.

Oikawa didn’t move further, his eyes wide and watching the
screen, flickering between players. He didn’t even notice what was happening
until he felt out of breath. Finally allowing himself to pause the video, he
looked down and noticed your right hand in his sweatpants while your left hand
lightly scratched against his stomach. He grunted and leaned his head back at
the feel of your hand stroking his length, but pushed your hands away in confusion
at the sight of a familiar shade of light green of the fabric you were wearing.
“______-chan….” He turned around in his chair to look at you properly. But his
mouth shut closed as soon as he set his eyes on you.

“Yes, Tooru?” You asked with a small smirk, crossing your
arms under your bust, the folding of the fabric pulling up his jersey enough to
show your favorite lacy panties, the thigh highs decorating your skin with a
lacy trim. Shivers shot down your spine at the sight of him licking his lips
excitedly. “What’s the matter, Tooru? Jealous someone is wearing your jersey
better than you can?” You teased, but squeaked in surprise when he suddenly shot
up and forced you to walk backwards until your legs hit the bed and you fell on
top of the blankets.

“Oh, on the contrary, _____-chan…. I was thinking of ways I
could get you to wear that outfit more often…” Oikawa hummed thoughtfully as he
stood above you. You were about to sit up and continue where you’d been force
to quit earlier, but laid flat on your back at Oikawa dropped to his knees
right before your slightly spread legs, his lips pressing against your inner
thigh and making you shiver excitedly.

But that didn’t stop your smart mouth. “Oh? So eager to get
on your knees for me, Tooru~?” You giggled, but gasped when you felt his teeth
press into the soft skin just below the apex of your legs, your hands flew to
the jersey, pulling it up enough to be able to see what he was doing.

Light brown hues met yours almost immediately, his teeth
digging into your soft skin again before his warm tongue swiped over the wound
to sooth the pain at least a little. You bit your bottom lip and whimpered as
he moved to press his lips against your covered core, his lips taking your
swollen clit into his mouth and letting his saliva soak your panties completely
as he sucked at your clit. The whiney moans and breathless gasps that left your
lips spurred him on, and he quickly moved upward, pushing his jersey with his
travels so it rested in a bunch above your breasts. You stared at him intently
as he pressed open mouthed, sloppy, wet kisses against your skin around your
nipple of one breast before taking the nub into his mouth. You arched your
chest against his face, closing your eyes and feeling yourself get worked up
over his ministrations.

Oikawa smirked, his eyes watching how your face contorted in
pleasure as he continued to nip and suck at your breast, his right hand
reaching down and slipping into your panties, pressing his fingertips against
your slick folds. “Ah, _____-chan~. Always so wet for your captain.” He hummed
appreciatively as he let one of his fingers slowly push into your tight hole, “Oh~
And you’re sucking my finger in. You’re so greedy, _____-chan~!” He purred into
your breast before standing up and away from your body, his hands reaching down
and pushing his sweatpants and boxers down to his ankles before his fingers
tugged your panties down your thighs and off from around your ankles. “So lewd,
____-chan, laying bare like this.” He crooned down at you before crawling back
over you and grabbing the back of your knee to rest against his waist so he
could press his hardened cock against your wet folds.

You threw your head back and let out a frustrated groan, “Please,
Tooru. Please fuck me into this mattress.” His cock twitched against your folds
at your words, but he didn’t move any closer. Reaching up, you pulled his head
down and smashed his soft lips against yours, “If you don’t fuck me… I’m going
to fuck you…” You threatened into his mouth as your tongues swirled around each
other.

“_____-chan~! You’re so impatient!” Oikawa whined into your
mouth before grinding his hips against yours, his left hand holding his weight above
you while his right hand went down to his cock, stroking it a few times before
aligning with your hole and pushing himself in slowly. You arched your back and
pressed against his body further at the feeling of his length filling you, “Oh…
But the sight of you taking my cock so well is so worth the wait…” He hummed
appreciatively after he pulled away. Slowly, he pushed his hips against yours,
sliding in and out of you easily, his shaft rubbing against your clit at a
constant pace and slowly working the both of you to oblivion. But Oikawa pulled
his body away so he was standing, you still laying on the bed and reaching for
purchase in the blankets as he dragged your body closer to the edge of the bed
so he had more room to work his magic inside you.

“Ah~, please, Tooru~.” You begged, closing your eyes and
tossing your head back as you felt his calloused fingertips stroke at your
clit. “Please, please.” You whimpered, his name tumbling from your lips in a
broken mantra as he snapped his hips against yours.

Oikawa licked his lips as he stared down at you. Your cheeks
flushed with your eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed; his jersey bunched up
above your breast to reveal your pert nipples to the crisp air of the bedroom;
his hard cock thrusting in and out of your tight hole while his fingertips
rubbed at your clit and worked you closer to your bliss; his other hand
gripping your thigh hard enough to leave bruises to form under the thigh highs.
“_____-chan, you look so good. So good just for me. Taking my cock like a good
girl. Ah, you feel so good around me, ______-chan.” He whimpered into the dimly
lit room. The idea that you’d surprised him with such a beautiful view had him
teetering on the edge, and he quickened his pace, wanting you to find your end
just as he was.

He practically dove down to lock your lips together with his
as you trembled around his cock, “Ah, ah~ T-Tooru~!” You moaned into his hot
cavern, “P-please Tooru.” Your hips were moving against his and with a sharp
snap of his, you were falling over the edge with a scream. He’s glad he had
pulled away from your mouth just before snapping his hips, feeling orgasm wash
over just as you let your scream sound. He let himself cum inside you, knowing
the two of you would need a shower before bed anyway and he’d be able to clean
you up then.

“Don’t think this is over, _______.” Oikawa panted above
you, his face flushing a bit more as you looked up to meet his eyes, “You
started it, and you’re going to end it.” He smirked, reminding you how you’d so
rudely interrupted his viewing of the volleyball match. You shivered under him,
the motion causing his semi-hard cock to rub against your clit and make you let
out a breathy moan at the feeling. Overstimulation was a game you two enjoyed
thoroughly.

Iwaizumi Hajime:

Okay, you admit, it wasn’t just because it was laundry day
that you were dressed in your boyfriend’s volleyball jersey and thigh highs
with just panties underneath. Though, you’d refuse anything else if asked.
Which you knew he wouldn’t ask. You knew Iwaizumi very well enough to know as
soon as he saw you wearing his jersey that he’d be all over you.

And you weren’t wrong.

“Hey, ______, do you know where my…..” Iwaizumi stopped as
he walked into the laundry room to see you bending over to get some clothes out
of the drier; Your ass high in the air, his jersey lying on the small of your back
and hanging around your stomach while your lace panties pulled up a bit on your
ass so some of it was hanging out the trimming, your thighs looking so bitable
with the decoration of your thigh highs. He cleared his throat suddenly, and
you smirked to yourself as you continued to reach for a nonexistent piece of
clothing in the back of the drier.

“Hmmm? Know where your what is, Hajime?” You asked as you
slowly pulled out of the drier, holding a towel you’d had in your hands for the
past 5 minutes just to give him ample time to stare at your ass. Turning
around, you tossed the towel into the basket of clean clothes before walking to
the washer to start another load, feeling his eyes following you the entire
time. “Is that the TV remote in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
You couldn’t help but tease as you caught sight of his hardening bulge.

Iwaizumi wasted no time as he walked up behind you, wrapping
his arms around your waist, “You think you’re so slick….” His voice rumbled
against your back and into your chest, making you shiver in his arms as one of
his hands slowly went under his jersey to stroke at your smooth skin, “What’s
all this then? Teasing me like that? Are you going to take responsibility?” He
growled as he pressed his bulge against your ass.

You bit your bottom lip and smiled, nodding as you pressed
your ass against his bulge in return, “Yes, sir, Hajime.” You whispered,
wrapping one arm around his neck while your other hand reached out and braced
against the side of the washer.

His rough hand under his jersey palmed your breast,
squeezing at it whenever you would push back against him. He hissed and shook
his head, his other hand moving from your waist and reaching out in front of
you, turning on the washer, “I don’t want to interrupt your chores, of course.”
Iwaizumi smirked before attaching his lips against your neck, his hand going back
to your waist. But it didn’t stay there for long, his hips pressing you so your
hips were pushed flat against the now vibrating washer as it cleaned your
clothes. The vibrating against your clothed clit made you lean your head
forward and rest against the cool metal machine, “That’s it, baby girl, spread
wide for me.” He growled behind you.

“Hajime… Please…” You whispered, pulling the jersey up a bit
more so you had less between you and the vibrating machine. His fingers pulled
your panties to the side, pulling his hand from your breast to hold the fabric
away from your wet folds as he let two of his thick fingers slowly press into
you. You moaned loudly, the sound being drowned out by the loud machine under
you.

“I’ve barely touched you, _____, and you’re already soaked….”
His rough voice sounded against your spine, making you shiver and whimper with
a nod. “Such a good girl, always ready for me. Ah, ah, ah, don’t pull away from
the washing machine…” He pushed your ass so you were pressing against the
vibration once again, his fingers curling inside you at the same time. He bit
his bottom lip before quickly dropping his pants and underwear, “I can’t help
myself, ____. You look so damn good spread like this.” He growled as he maneuvered
himself to press his throbbing cock against your tight hole, pushing into you
and snapping his hips so you were being pinned to the washing machine.

You cried out, gripping the corners of the machine as he
started to thrust inside you, the vibrations against your clit coupled with his
thick cock snapping into you made you see stars; You could already tell the
laundry room would be a favorite place to screw around in. “Ha~jime~!” You
moaned into the metal under you, wanting to push back against him, but knowing
he would only hold you against the machine. “Oh, God… Please, Please Hajime!”
You begged, tilting your head back and panting into the room.

Iwaizumi grunted loudly, his pace quickening, the vibrations
of the machine transferring from your clit and wrapping around his cock, making
him come closer and closer to his end. His hands were gripping so tightly at
your waist, he knew you’d show bruises the next morning. But that wasn’t on his
mind right now. Right now he was working on pushing you closer and closer to
the end. “Just like that, sweetheart. Fuck, you feel so good, squeezing me so
tight.” He groaned against his jersey on your back.

Arching your back against him, you fell over the edge just
as the washing machine’s cycle ended. He grunted against the back of your
shoulder as your walls squeezed him tightly, allowing him to find his own end
and spill his load into your tight hole. You panted loudly in the small space
of the room, leaning forward on the machine completely and turning to look at
him over your shoulder with a tired smile.

“I think laundry day is my new favorite day.” Iwaizumi
breathed heavily as he pulled out of you, his fingers stroking the smooth skin
of your ass before turning you around and pulling you to rest against his
chest.

You laughed softly and wrapped your arms around his neck,
pressing your lips against his sweetly, “Hmmm, I think we should just get a
vibrator and save on water for the washer.” You giggled as you pulled away.
Iwaizumi laughed softly and nodded in agreement, leaning forward and capturing
your lips with his once more, his hands slowly going to cup your ass and making
you squeak in surprise. You knew he was hungry for more, you’d been planning on
it really. But that didn’t mean you had to act like you knew it. Your favorite
thing to see was him get frustrated in hinting at a round two. He always gave
up and ended up showing you just exactly what he wanted.

Kuroo Tetsurou:

“______, Come on, kitten! I’m tired!” Kuroo complained from
his spot on the edge of the bed, having been about to pull you into his arms to
head to bed when you’d suddenly rushed off to the bathroom. He assumed it was a
bathroom issue, “Alright, alright. I hear your message loud and clear, _____.
We won’t go to that restaurant anymore.” He smiled before laying back on the
bed, closing his eyes and feeling sleep pull at his mind.

You took a shaky deep breath as you opened the bathroom
door, sneaking over to where he lay on the edge of the bed before moving so you
were straddling his lap in a kneel, “Tetsu~… won’t you look at me?” You purred,
biting your bottom lip nervously as his large hands slowly moved from behind
his head to stroke along your thigh highs, his long fingers tucking underneath
the fabric when he felt a fold. He kept his eyes closed, but his lips quirked
upwards in a smirk as he let one hand continue up your thigh.

Long fingers twitched back when he felt a familiar fabric,
“Hmmm?” He hummed quietly as he let his fingers feel at the material, his lips
widening when he put a piece of clothing to the feel, “Ohohoh? Someone’s
playing dress up?” His golden eyes slowly peaked up at you before looking at
every piece of you. You squirmed slightly under his gaze, lowering your body
enough so you were pressing against his groin, feeling your insides cool when
you heard his grunt at the body contact.

Smiling widely, and letting go of your lip from between your
teeth, you lifted his Nekoma jersey enough to show what was hiding underneath,
“Well, I’m very bad at dressing up if I’m still half naked.” You giggled when
his eyes widened at the sight of your lacy panties that he loved so much.

“Very bad…” He agreed as he let his eyes go from looking at
your thigh highs with the cat ear design to your lacy panties you were still
flashing him, his black and red nekoma jersey hanging on you just right. He
couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped him when he noticed the plastic, but
blingy, cat ears that rested in your hair on a headband. “Even I’m not that
obsessed with cats, _____.” He teased as he reached up to pull your face to
meet his in a heated kiss.

From the hardening under the apex of your legs, you could
tell he liked what you were wearing. And he was well enough awake to enjoy what
you’d surprised him with. You licked your lips and leaned forward, your clothed
folds rubbing against his restrained cock, as you brought your hands up to rest
on either side of your face, tilting your head a bit. “Nyah~?” You smiled at
him cutely, laughing when he threw his head back with his own hearty chuckle at
your antics. Of course, you took that moment to lean forward further and press
open mouthed kisses against his throat, shivering when his hands moved from
your thighs to grip at your ass. You moaned quietly against the skin just under
his ear as his strong arms pulled you closer to him, being sure to drag you
slowly against his throbbing cock.

Kuroo grunted and pressed his fingers into your skin, one
hand snuck under his jersey and cupped your bare breast in his palm. You
whimpered and pulled your lips from his neck, tilting your head so you could
watch him attach his lips to your nipple over the smooth material. Your hips
rubbed against his as his fingertips twisted at your neglected nipple, and you
couldn’t help but pant quietly at how electrified your body felt under his
touch. “Such a dirty kitty, _____.” He smirked up at you from his spot against
your breast. You huffed and reached down between your pressed bodies, pulling
down his pants and boxers just enough to allow his cock to spring free.

“But I’m your dirty kitty, Tetsu~.” You whispered heatedly,
pulling his head up from your chest by the scruff of his hair so you could
press your lips against his to swallow his groan just has your other hand
stroked at his hard cock between your bodies. Kuroo groaned loudly into your
mouth as you continued to pump his length, and he quickly pulled his hand out
of his jersey to slip behind you, his other hand already holding your panties
off to the side. His long digits stroked along your folds, and you jolted back
from his lips in a gasp, gripping him in your hand a bit tighter in response.

His lips moved to rest against your ear as you laid your
forehead on his shoulder, your eyes watching how his cock was weeping with
precum from your hand working him. “That’s it, kitten… Watch as you jack me off
and ride my fingers…” He purred into your ear as he slipped a finger inside
your tight hole, reveling in your breathy moan and the way your walls clenched
around the intrusion. He let out a heavy groan as you swiped your thumb over
his tip, feeling your hand slightly trembling around him from you trying to
concentrate on making him feel good while his fingers worked you to your end.
But you wanted him inside you when you both fell over the edge.

You pulled his lips against yours once again, pulling your
hand away from his cock and dragging yourself closer so your clit rubbed
against his shaft, causing him to move his fingers from inside you and grip
your ass tightly. He swallowed your moans as you grinded against him for a few
moments, and in turn panted into your mouth before biting hard on your bottom lip
as he slipped inside you after one of your slides against him allowed his tip
to press into you. Kuroo pulled away from your lips to see he’d accidentally
drawn blood from your lip, quickly swooping back in and licking along your
wound, moving his hips against yours slowly to take your mind off the sharp
pain.

“Tetsu~…” You gasped quietly, wrapping your arms around his
neck and holding him close as you rode him, moving your hips against his,
feeling his length slide in and out of you with ease and making your body feel
on fire with how good he felt inside you. You tangled your fingers in his
unruly hair, closing your eyes tightly, “Oh, God…. Tetsu, right there… Please
don’t stop.” You whimpered loudly against his lips.

Kuroo smirked as he pulled away, burying his face in your
neck, “Let it out, Kitten… Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.” He
murmured, one hand gripping your ass tightly under the material of his jersey
while his other gripped your thigh, feeling the soft fabric of the thigh highs
against his fingertips and repainting the image of what you’re wearing in the
forefront of his mind. He leaned back, dragging you down with him, and used the
new position to thrust up into you, rubbing against a spot inside you that made
you see stars.

Volume control was non existent whenever he asked to hear
you. “Ah~, Tetsu. You feel so good, baby. So damn good fucking me like this.
Ah, right there… Ah, please don’t stop~!” You pleaded, leaning up a bit as his
hand on your thigh went to grab at your ass like his other, his hips slapping
against yours. “F-fuck! You always know how to make me feel so good, Tetsu~!”
You scratched at his chest and stomach, feeling your walls quiver around his
throbbing cock. “Ah, shit, Tetsu.. I’m…. I… Ah..” You couldn’t even get the
words out with how his cock was sliding in and out of you, his shaft rubbing
just right against your clit. “F-fuck!” You cried out as you fell off the edge,
your nails digging into his skin. He hissed loudly and gave a hard thrust,
falling right after you, emptying his load into your tight hole and holding you
on his chest as you collapsed on top of him. Kuroo smirked contently and leaned
his head against yours on his shoulder. After a few seconds of the two of you
panting and trying to catch your breath, you couldn’t help the teasing smile
that lit up your face against his neck, “So…. I take it you like my outfit?” You
giggled, feeling his hands still holding onto your ass under his jersey.

He hummed, “Maybe… I think I need to get a view of it from
the back before I tell you definitely.” He squeezed your ass and smiled when
you laughed. You knew he wasn’t kidding. But then, you didn’t expect to clean
up after one round. Especially when you were dressed in his clothing and thigh
highs.

Whooo boy, these are hot, hot, hot!!

J and H and Iwaizumi for the smut hc!

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

Iwaizumi is not usually one for public displays of affection, preferring to keep such intimacy behind closed doors. But tonight, she just had to wear that dress. The one falling just above her knee exposing creamy, smooth legs. The one with an open back displaying unblemished skin. Rather than sitting across from her as he usually would, Iwaizumi takes a seat as close to her as possible, body pressed right against hers. Feather light touches trail up from her calf over her knee, his hand rising as high as he dares with them sitting in a restaurant booth.

His other hand wraps around her shoulders, pulling her away from the vinyl bench garnering him access to the flesh of her back which also receives teasing, easy touches.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you look?” he asks low in her ear.

She shakes her head slowly, coy grin on her lips. “Why don’t we get outta here and you show me, Iwaizumi-kun?”

J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)

“You should have seen him!” she exclaimed, eyes bright with excitement. “Oikawa-san served almost a perfect set, he was so close to shutting them out all by himself!” Iwaizumi’s brow furrowed listening to her talk. It was true enough that Seijoh’s setter had managed to show an amazing control of the ball and while he should have been proud, the ace couldn’t help but be annoyed. Not only was that set a bit boring for the rest of the team but now his girlfriend was expounding on the gleaming talent of his best friend.

And Oikawa, damn him, was eating it up, a smug smile on his face.

“And then,” she went on, gesturing enthusiastically, “when they did return the volley, he got the spike too! It was amazing!”

The bell ringing signaled the end of lunch, all the students standing to head to the cafeteria exit and their respective classrooms.

“Bye ______-chan, thanks for the exceptional recap today!” called Oikawa as he walked the opposite direction of her and Iwaizumi. Before she could wave, Iwaizumi grabbed her hand, tugging her away and around the corner.

“Hajime-” she complained but further words were swallowed in a heated kiss under the stairs. Iwaizumi grabbed a handful of her hair, roughly holding her head in place as he ravaged her mouth. Knees weakening, she gripped the front of his shirt but Iwaizumi had other ideas. A push against her shoulders landed her against the wall, his mouth latching onto the column of her throat, deep sucks and harsh nips maring her flesh.

“Wha- what’s gotten into you?” she panted, eyes rolling to the back of her head as his hands trailed under the hem of her shirt.

“Just reminding you who you belong to,” he rasped against her skin.

:3 How about D and R for the sweet baby Aone~?

Another combo, I just wrote out the scene that incorporates both of these.

D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)
R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

Aone has been feeling…restless. Long days of class, a part time job and homework has left little time for him to spend with his girlfriend and it’s beginning to take it’s toll on the stoic male. Not usually one for public displays of affection, she’s surprised when he gathers her in his arms for a long hug, lips pressing to hers firmly in view of passers by making their way to evening classes.

“Takanobu?” she asks when they part, dazed a bit by the unexpected ravaging of her lips.

“I need you,” he replies simply.

She smiles up into his face, caressing his cheek and nods. They hurry to her apartment and he all but slams her against the door once it’s closed. The moaning of his name on her lips feels like honey to his soul as he sucks eagerly on her neck. Drawing her closer, he trails backwards, falling onto the couch and pulling her flush against him, her legs astride his hips.

He’s already hard, cock pressed uncomfortably against his pants but he can’t stop grinding up into her. She returns the motion, rotating her hips to get a better angle making his head fall back hard against the back of the couch. “Again,” he pleads, breathless and she moves once more, writing on top of him, hands laced through his hair, lips teasing the flesh of his neck.

He moans appreciation of her attention, hands trailing under her shirt to caress her back while providing support as she continues grinding her now soaking panties against his still clothed cock.

Aone thrusts up, eager for more contact and winces when he feels the bite of his zipper against over sensitized skin. He forces his eyes open, watching her face, brows furrowed in concentration of giving him what he wants and his heart swells with love for her.

He wants to finish properly, to give her release in return but he can’t move, he needs her so bad he can’t even take the time to remove his pants. One last grind of her hips allows him sweet relief and he positively erupts within the confines of his trousers, a guttural groan pulling from his throat. They’re both panting, a light sheen of sweat on their brows as their eyes meet once more.

Suddenly self conscious of what just transpired, Aone looks away, his cheeks dusting pink but she draws him back to her, kissing him gently. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, I’m quite pleased you want me that badly.”

He nods, gathering his strength then her in his arms to walk to the bathroom. A shower is in order, where intends to thank her properly for helping him relax.

O and H for Sugawara please! 🙋

I let one lead into the other with these

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

The feeling of hands on her shoulders makes her jump but a second later she’s relaxed into his touch, moaning lightly as he adds pressure to massage away the tension of the day. But he doesn’t stay there long, trailing down the length of her arms before sliding under them to wrap his own around her torso, palms cupping her breasts lightly. A gentle squeeze coupled with the press of his lips against the side of her neck has her head tipping back against his shoulder, the pot of soup before them forgotten on the stove.

Still kissing her, Sugawara releases one breast to quickly flick off the burner then turns her in his arms, both hands sliding into her hair to hold her head steady as he ravishes her mouth.

He moves again, trailing down the length of her spine to her ass, grabbing handfuls of soft flesh.

“Someone’s eager,” she gasps as he pulls her closer, lips returning to her neck to press quick pecks and nips against it.

“Can’t help it, I missed you,” he confesses, drawing back to look in her eyes, his own full of heat. “I”m going to touch and kiss every inch of your skin tonight.”

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

Together they clumsily make their way to their room, clothes being shed and flung leaving a trail of cotton and lace in their wake. By the time they reach their destination both are short of breath, their longing for each other consuming oxygen at a rapid rate.

“Get on the bed,” Suga rasps, pushing her down. She complies, sliding up towards the headboard as he crawls on hands and knees towards her, his face set in determination. Lowering down, his mouth covers one nipple, sucking gently as one hand softly caresses the other. The sudden change of pace throws her for a moment but Suga doesn’t give her time to consider anything more than the feeling of his lips and hands all over her body.

He wasn’t lying, he really intends to touch and kiss every square inch of her. She writhes beneath him, begging for him to hurry up but he won’t. “Don’t make me tie you up, darling,” he warns and she stills. It isn’t that she doesn’t enjoy when he goes full dom, but he’s already worked her up so much that to allow him to have that much more control…she just doesn’t have the patience for it tonight.

“Koushi, please, I don’t mind if you want to take your time but…please…please let me come now.”

Her begging is beautiful. On any other night he’d take too much pleasure in torturing her (however sweet his rewards may be) but he wants to make her come just as badly as she wants to obtain release.

“Look at me,” he orders and her eyes find his face. Gently he strokes her outer folds which are already soaked in her own essence. The knowledge he can put her in that state just from his touch and kiss inflates Suga’s ego more than he cares to admit. He watches as her eyes more fully dilate when he pushes one then two fingers into her waiting heat, a breathy sigh emitting from her plump kissed lips. Twisting his wrist allows him to shift his thumb to her clit which he circles, slowly at first. Her hips buck up, body eager for what he’s about to give her.

“Do not take your eyes off me, otherwise I’ll stop,” he warns. She nods, eyes fixed on his face, lips parted to allow deeper breaths. Slowly he begins to pump, curling his fingers to hit that one spot she loves while his thumb continues its rotation of her clit. His breathing matches hers in rapidity, the vision she makes as she’s slowly brought undone making his dick hard enough to pound nails.

Or if not nails, certainly her.

But he continues, rolling, squeezing, pumping, taking in the sight, sound and smell of the woman he loves coming unraveled under the ministration of his hand.

“Koushi, I…oh god, I need-”

Her request is cut off by his lips, he can’t stand to not kiss her any longer. The action breaks their eye contact momentarily but it returns as his face hovers above hers and he pumps faster. He feels the shift of her hips, the clench of her inner walls and the choking gasp she releases when she’s getting close. He’s not tried this before and wonders at why it took him this long to consider the opportunity of watching her come with no other distractions.

“Are you ready? Do you want to come?”

“Yes! Oh god, yes please, Koushi!”

Eyes never leaving hers he breathes out, “Come for me, darling,” and presses hard against her clit as he curls his fingers just right. He feels her clench tightly before a violent shudder shakes her entire body and she shrieks her release, eyes closing despite her best efforts to keep them open.

Gently he extracts his hand from between her thighs and he moans around his digits as he sucks them clean of her nectar.

“I love you,” she pants.

“I love you too,” he returns, kissing her gently while crawling over her. “Now, how about you help me out with this?” he asks, pushing his cock against her core.

G K for Ushijima?

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

It doesn’t matter what type of sex you’ve had (slow, fast, gentle, rough) one of Ushijima’s favorite things to do mid or post coitus is cradle your head in his large hands and stare into your eyes for a moment before he asks, “Do you know how much I love you?” It’s what he always asks and he doesn’t care if you nod, speak or hum as long as he can see your eyes because those never lie.

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

The smell of coffee wafts through the air, but Ushijima is thirsty for something else. She just had to wear his t-shirt, the garment positively swimming on her making his mouth water. It’s about time he quenches his thirst.

“Wakatoshi.” Her moan is like music to his ears, muffled as it is since his head is between her thighs. Dexterously his tongue works her over making her clasp the sink until her fingers are almost cramping.

“Can…can we move this somewhere a little more comfortable?” she asks through panting breaths.

“No,” he answers simply, opening wider to push his tongue further into her core.

“Th…then at least fuck me properly, I want to feel you in me,” she requests.

“Not done yet,” comes the simple reply and a redoubling of his efforts has her coming not too long after.

He releases her, standing as she tries to maintain balance on wobbly legs. After quickly washing his face, he gathers her up in his arms, heading back to their bedroom. He can always go jogging later, but right now he’s in favor of a much more pleasurable form of cardio vascular activity.

Can I please have C and L for Bokuto, please? Thank you!! 😘

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C: Compliments (Mid- and post-sex compliments)

A low hum of appreciation sends your toes curling as Bokuto strokes his tongue languidly against the apex of your legs. He’s learned to slow down and take his time, more conscious of your need to be built up in stages.

“You taste so good,” he mumbles against the wet slick of your plumped lips, unwilling to part further than absolutely necessary to form words. “I could eat you out all night if you’d let me.”

You moan encouragement, emphasizing it with a tug against his hair to put him back flush against you. He obliges, groaning as your grip gets tighter when he hits that one spot.

“Kou,” you whine, hips canting up slightly seeking more pressure, more contact, more of his talented tongue driving you to the edge of completion and over it.

“That’s it baby, let me hear that pretty voice saying my name.” His voice is low, words caught in his throat making them come out guttural and sex infused.

“Please, Kou, more.” You can do little else but gasp the request, crying out sharply as his lips seal over your clit and he sucks hard. Orgasmic pleasure rips through your body sending your limbs flailing but he holds you down, sucking longer than you think he has breath to do until you’re practically sobbing.

When he pulls away you look down, bright golden eyes meeting yours and a smug smile covered in your essence.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he says, wiping the evidence of your satisfaction away before crawling over you to lay delicate kisses across your face as you catch your breath.

L: Likes (What they like in the bedroom)

As much as Bokuto loves giving compliments, he also loves receiving them. Tell him not only how good he makes you feel but what you love about him. He’ll get a huge boost of confidence when you say how safe you feel in his arms. Tell him how much you love his eyes and seeing all he feels for you. Compliment his strength.

Bokuto is vocal and he enjoys it when you are too, not only when he’s doing things to you but when you’re reciprocating. Moaning around his cock will have his head kicking hard back against the pillows (or chair or wall or lockers or wherever you decide to hit your knees for him).

Loves when you run your fingers through his hair, especially after it’s freshly washed and still slightly damp.

Grip his biceps, boy works hard on those and feeling you appreciate them makes him happy.

In the afterglow, trail your fingers lightly over his back if he’s face down or on his chest if he’s face up. He relishes in contact.

Let him spoon you as you fall asleep together.

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Can I please have C and L for Bokuto, please? Thank you!! 😘

C: Compliments (Mid- and post-sex compliments)

A low hum of appreciation sends your toes curling as Bokuto strokes his tongue languidly against the apex of your legs. He’s learned to slow down and take his time, more conscious of your need to be built up in stages.

“You taste so good,” he mumbles against the wet slick of your plumped lips, unwilling to part further than absolutely necessary to form words. “I could eat you out all night if you’d let me.”

You moan encouragement, emphasizing it with a tug against his hair to put him back flush against you. He obliges, groaning as your grip gets tighter when he hits that one spot.

“Kou,” you whine, hips canting up slightly seeking more pressure, more contact, more of his talented tongue driving you to the edge of completion and over it.

“That’s it baby, let me hear that pretty voice saying my name.” His voice is low, words caught in his throat making them come out guttural and sex infused.

“Please, Kou, more.” You can do little else but gasp the request, crying out sharply as his lips seal over your clit and he sucks hard. Orgasmic pleasure rips through your body sending your limbs flailing but he holds you down, sucking longer than you think he has breath to do until you’re practically sobbing.

When he pulls away you look down, bright golden eyes meeting yours and a smug smile covered in your essence.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he says, wiping the evidence of your satisfaction away before crawling over you to lay delicate kisses across your face as you catch your breath.

L: Likes (What they like in the bedroom)

As much as Bokuto loves giving compliments, he also loves receiving them. Tell him not only how good he makes you feel but what you love about him. He’ll get a huge boost of confidence when you say how safe you feel in his arms. Tell him how much you love his eyes and seeing all he feels for you. Compliment his strength.
Bokuto is vocal and he enjoys it when you are too, not only when he’s doing things to you but when you’re reciprocating. Moaning around his cock will have his head kicking hard back against the pillows (or chair or wall or lockers or wherever you decide to hit your knees for him).
Loves when you run your fingers through his hair, especially after it’s freshly washed and still slightly damp.
Grip his biceps, boy works hard on those and feeling you appreciate them makes him happy.
In the afterglow, trail your fingers lightly over his back if he’s face down or on his chest if he’s face up. He relishes in contact.
Let him spoon you as you fall asleep together.

H and B for Kageyama?

Birthday: “Well go on Tobio,” you coo, finger crooking for
him to come closer, “don’t you want to open your birthday present?” The
blue-eyed setter’s adam’s apple bobs, fingers clenching into tight fists.
You’re sprawled out on his bed, covered only by a black silk robe and he’s
fairly sure nothing else. It’s simple yet elegant, something he appreciates;
anything with hooks, clasps or intricate knots would be too much for him to
handle. He may have steady hands on the court but in the bedroom, he’s all
nerves and butterfly filled stomach.

Taking a deep breath, he steps forward, shaking hands
reaching down to loosen the flimsy tie. Two quick flicks of his wrists allow
the fabric to fall away revealing you in all your exposed glory.

He swallows again, eyes wide and cheeks flushed as he drinks
you in.

“Tobio,” you sigh, closing your eyes and arching your back,
“if you don’t get naked right now and on top of me I’m going to start without
you.”

He blinks once, twice, then tears his clothes off. Just when
you think he’s going to climb in to join you, he takes a seat on the end of the
bed.

“Show me how to touch you,” he whispers.

Well now, this is a surprise…

Handsy: Kageyama feels a tingle at the very tips of his
fingers which turns into a full blown electric current burning against his skin
as he looks at you. The day is a hot one, so you’d decided the perfect place
for you and your setter boyfriend would be the beach. Only now, Kageyama is regretting
his decision to agree with you. It’s not that he isn’t enjoying the view
because you look stunning in your bathing suit. It’s that he’s not sure how
long he can keep his hands off you and given that you’re in a very public and
crowded area his arousal is morphing into frustration.

“Come on Tobio,” you chirp, extending a hand behind you, “let’s
go in the water, it’s too hot to lay on the sand!”

Shucking his shirt, he clasps your digits with his own, the
two of you sprinting into the water.

“Awwww, that feels much better!” you exclaim, dunking under
a mid-sized wave. The swells aren’t large here, just enough to provide
entertainment in the form of splashing about or bogey boarding if one were so
inclined.

Turning around, you swallow thickly. Tobio looks…perturbed. “Sweetie,
what’s wrong?” you ask with furrowed brows.

Without a word, Kageyama hefts you into his arms, carrying
you past the wave break. Being taller than you he’s able to still stand in the
mostly still deep water but you’re clinging to him desperately.

“What’re you doing? You know I don’t like going out too far!”
you squeal.

He seals your lips with his own, wrapping your legs tighter around
his waist. Pulling back, he rasps, “Now I can touch you all I want.”

Ohh! Can I request Izuki for C-ompliments and T-easing? 😍

Izuiki’s eyes flash with heat as he walks in the bedroom,
gaze raking over your form as you bend towards the mirror to apply eyeliner.
You feel his look like a caress across your skin but ignore it in favor of not
stabbing yourself in the eye. He waits until you’re done before sidling up
behind you, hands sliding across the silk fabric of your dress. It’s his
favorite, the one whose color brings out your eyes and hugs every curve exactly
right.

You sigh as he places a delicate kiss against the side of
your neck, the tip of his nose trailing up its curve. A shudder overtakes you
as his breath ghosts over the shell of your ear into which he whispers, “If beauty
is in the eye of the beholder, then I’m glad I’m the one who’s gonna be holding
you.”

You snort inelegantly at his complimentary pun, but it’s cut
short when his hands leave your waist to cup your breasts. Instantly, you feel
your nipples harden and he does too, grazing over their peaks with his
fingertips as his mouth keeps working against the sensitive flesh of your
throat.

“Shun,” you gasp, arching further into his touch but he
releases you prompting a whine to escape your mouth.

A deep chuckle hits your ears as he shifts to put on his
jacket. You gasp when his hand lands against your ass in a firm smack, his voice
dropping an octave as he says, “That’s what you get for teasing me in that
dress. Let’s go.”

Oof, only just got to requesting now, and missed the Bad Boy AU unfortunately =n=…but supernatural au! Mayuzumi and s/o are a witch and familiar pair who peacefully run a potion/magics shop, until some trouble comes up in the form of a thief.

This got combined with another ask and of course I forgot to tag you. I hope you enjoy it!

Mayuzumi Vampire Thief