Naughty List Vol. 2

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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!!!

For Wild Card Wednesday, may I request nsfw scenarios with Ennoshita, Kenma and Hanamaki? The scenario being their gf is also a manager of their respective team and while they are at a training camp, gf and him sneak off to do it in a closet or maybe the empty showers? *lame request is lame*

It’s not lame dear! Thank you for participating and sending
me characters I’ve never really written for. I think I’ve had one head canon
for Kenma. I had a fun time writing these and hope you enjoy!


Kenma

“What’s in it for me?” Kuroo’s eyebrow cocks up, a smug smirk on his face.

“I’ll get you a date with Yachi-san,” you offer.

“Pfft, I can get my own dates, thank you very
much,” he complains.

“Sure, if she’d stand still long enough for you to ask
and even then, I’m not sure it would work without a little input from me.”

By the dusting of pink on his cheeks and slight irritation
in his eyes you know you’ve got him.

“Fine, but he’s going to kill both of us you
know,” he concedes.

“You let me worry about that.”

Kuroo puts his plan into action the next day, stealing away
Kenma’s shower basket in the morning and hiding it well enough that by the time
the annoyed setter finds it that evening he’s the very last to use the showers.

Grumbling to himself about revenge against the scheming
captain, he starts to wash, eyes closed as he takes a deep breath to try to
calm down from the day.

As you step into the locker room your heart drums with
nervous excitement. The steam rolls around you like a blanket, erupting sweat
on your brow and warming your body though you don’t need the external assistance
to feel a burning heat. The smell of clean springs wafts through the room mixed
with a scent that can only be described as distinctly male creating a rather
heady concoction that adds to the thrum in your pulse.

The latching of the lock catches Kenma’s attention, his soft
voice echoing off the tiles as he calls out, “Who’s there?”

When you come around the corner, Kenma inhales sharply, his
hands flying to cover himself.

You click your tongue, shaking your head as you admonish, “Still
so shy, Kenma-kun.” Stalking forward, you slowly undo the tie at your
waist. The falling terry cloth reveals blemish free skin to his vision and you
don’t miss the momentary flash of heat in his eyes.

“________-chan, what are you doing?” His tone
tries for annoyance but your ears are tuned to his nuances; he’s interested
despite his play for indifference to your state of undress.

“You’re too smart to play dumb, Kenma-kun,” you hiss as the hot water kisses your skin. Slick flesh meets slick
flesh when you seal a half-hearted protest from his mouth with your own. You
kiss him gingerly, fingers carding through wet hair and he moans low in the
back of his throat. Kenma’s hands instinctively reach for you, grasping your
hips firmly, thumbs trailing back and forth with nervous energy.

He pulls away to gather a shaky breath, meeting your eyes
with his own half hooded.

“I should have known something was up. Kuroo helped you,
didn’t he?”

“Mmhmmmm,” you purr, finger tracing a line down
the center of his chest. You follow its trajectory, knees landing on the tile
below. “Don’t be too angry with him,” you sigh, lips teasing against
his firming length, “I played dirty.”

“Yachi-san?” he pants as you take him in.

Your hum of confirmation vibrates up his flesh shooting
tendrils of pleasure from the base of his spine upwards pulling goosebumps to
the surface of his heated skin. His hand settles in your hair, breath and heart
rate increasing as he groans, “You’re impossible.”

You smile around him, releasing just enough to assert,
“But you love me anyway.”

His pulling you back into position confirms your conviction
and you return focus on the task of getting him off before the coaches get
suspicious.


Ennoshita

“Chikara-kun,” you moan, hands clenching his jersey tight enough
that your knuckles almost turn white, “we can’t do this here!” Your words end
on a hiss as his teeth scrape against your collar bone, hands pressing you
firmly to the wall of the abandoned classroom he pulled you into. Seems he
found the dingy, dark place while touring the grounds at night with the other
second years, something about setting up a ghost prank for the first years but
your surprisingly devious boyfriend had much more salacious intentions in mind.

“Shhhh, don’t make so much noise, _____-chan, you don’t want
anyone to find us, do you?” he whispers, breath tickling the fine hairs of your
ear making you shiver. His lips cover yours in a passionate kiss, his hold
tightening to an almost bruising degree. A whimper crawls up your throat,
finger nails scraping against the vinyl number on his back.

“Is this anyway for a future captain to be behaving? What
kind of example are you setting?” you scold once your kiss abused lips are
released in favor of gaining more oxygen. You wish your tone held more
authority but it’s a rather difficult ask when his hands are trailing up the
inside of your shirt. Wrapping a strong hand around one breast he squeezes
earning a shuddering groan.

“If I told you the number of times I caught Daichi knuckle
deep in Michimiya-san it would make your head spin, so to answer your question,”
he pinches a nipple through the tautness of your bra making you arch further
into his touch, “I’d say I’m just following in his footsteps.”

You choke on your breath, head hitting the wall with a thud.
With your eyes closed you can’t see the smirk on Chikara’s face but you can
definitely feel it. His mouth latches back onto your pulse point as he trails
his hand back down over your stomach, fingers toying with the edges of your
waistband. His teasing is getting to be unbearable and you wish he’d either stop
now or just get on with it.

“Is that so?” he asks and you realize you must have voiced
your complaint aloud. “Well then,” he goes on, hand breaking the threshold of
your pants, “if you’re going to be so accommodating, who am I to turn down an
invitation like that?”

He pushes past the hem of your panties, fingers grazing the
top of your sex before rubbing softly against where you need him most but the
friction is too light, not enough to really give you what you need. You keen
and moan, head thrashing back and forth. Before long you’re begging, pleading
with him to finish what he started.

A low heated chuckle, laced with lustful intent hits your
ears. “You’re so pretty when you beg,” he admires, finally sinking two digits
into the sweltering heat between your thighs.

You sigh his name, hitching your leg over his hip to grant
him further access to your inner most being.

“I hope you weren’t hungry,” he warns, “because we’re going
to be missing dinner it seems.” As he drops to his knees, dragging your bottoms
with him, he shoots you a ravenous look. “Although I plan to get my fill of
dessert.”


Hanamaki

Giggling wildly under your breath, you pull tightly on
Hanamaki’s hand leading the tall male around the corner of the building where
your team is housed for your training camp. His face is inscrutable but
curiosity has begun to shine as you quickly make your way under the cover of
darkness towards where the buses are parked. Shooting a look over your
shoulder, you wink at him as you draw up a key. Without a word, you unlock one
of the doors, tugging him inside before gingerly shutting it so as not to draw attention.

“______-chan, what are you up to?” the wing spiker asks,
smile tugging at his lips.

You send him a coy look, pushing against his chest until he
plops down on one of the bench seats. He’s barely settled before you’re straddling
his thighs and sitting upon his lap.

“I’m giving you a reward,” you admit, “you did so well
today.” Your lips touch his cheek lightly in quick pecks until you reach his
ear where you whisper, “Do you know how hot and bothered I get watching you
play?”

Hanamaki can’t stop the groan he releases, grasping your ass
firmly. You love the feel of his large, strong hands on you anywhere and
everywhere but he seems to have a thing for your butt and so you make sure to
put yourself in positions where he can access it easily; pleasure for him means
pleasure for you.

“I love watching you spike the ball,” you confess, tongue
trailing the edge of his ear. You feel him shudder as you grind down on him,
his member already firm just from the tone of your voice.

“You look so sexy, covered in sweat, smelling like musk, it’s
like a drug.” Your voice is raspy, filled with longing.

Hanamaki can’t take it anymore, pressing you down roughly as he pushes up, his firmness making you gasp as pleasure shoots through you like
a lightning bolt. His lips latch onto your neck, fierce and powerful, hands
reaching under your shirt. In a few motions, he’s released your breasts,
pushing up the material of your bra as he palms the weighted flesh. Fingers tweek
your nipples making you keen and arch your back, head tossed allowing your hair
to flow freely behind you.

You work your hips in circles, increasing the speed to
create more friction. You’d intended to take your time, really tease him up but
Hanamaki has a way of making you lose your focus. He tugs you forward, lips
crashing to yours in a kiss that threatens to drown you. His tongue is hot and
wicked, dominating yours easily making you whimper and sigh.

He rips away from you, a guttural moan erupting from his
chest as he reaches his climax and you feel his length twitching against your
still clothed sex. Without warning, he thrusts his hand into your panties,
curling a finger up and into your body.

“Taka-kun!” you shout, voice bouncing off the roof of the
bus. His thumb finds your pleasure, circling over and over making your body
heat up rapidly.

His ministrations do their work, catapulting you into and
through a mind shattering orgasm that leaves your thighs wet and shaking. When
you’ve calmed down a bit, he pulls his hand away, cleaning the evidence of your
arousal from his hand with a dexterous tongue.

“That’s it,” he mumbles around his slick digits, “I’m
definitely making sure we win our next game. Even if I have to do it all by
myself.”