Happy New Year anon! I hope I quench your thirst with this one. Once again, with no gender specifics I defaulted to female because of the nature of the ask. I hope you enjoy! Also, when writing NSFW scenarios I am aging the guys up to over 18. It’s just more comfortable that way and since they all look like they’re in college anyway, I think it works just fine. -Admin Jade
Murasakibara
“Mmmmmm, _____-chin, how do you always taste so sweet?” Murasakibara asks. Her reply is swallowed up in a long moan, fingers lacing through his hair sending tingles of pleasure shooting down his spine. It isn’t often he gets enthusiastic during sex but when he wants something, he wants it and right now he wants to make her scream.
Seems all that ice cream licking is paying off since he’s sure he could do this for hours if she’d let him. Leaning up to take in breath, his eyes roam over her, spread out on the kitchen table, her skirt bunched around her waist and hands gripping the edge above her head as if her life depends on it. She cracks open one eye, chest heaving, hair matted to her neck. He’s been working her for a good fifteen minutes already.
“Atsushi, please.”
He hums ascent, going back to work, not that he would really call it that. His mouth opens, tongue pushing deep. After a few seconds, he switches to quick flicks against her clit making her wail.
That’s more like it.
Maybe he’ll go for a record, half an hour, maybe more. After all, he’s a master of using his mouth, and he loves that she’s his slave.
Midorima
Dr. Shintaro Midorima, a title he’s worked his ass off to obtain. A title he’s acquired through tireless effort and discipline, though to see him now one would second guess the last. Because he couldn’t take the teasing, the testing, the pushing to his absolute limit when it’s been so long since they’ve been together.
She gasps, covering her mouth to stifle the loud moan that wants to escape when he pushes forward, lips roughly sucking her clit.
Midorima looks up from his position on the floor, hands wrapped around her backside kneading the mounds of flesh like dough.
“You just had to push it, just had to wear that shirt,” he growls, shifting position for a better angle.
“Shin…I…oh!”
Her protests are cut off by two long fingers inserting themselves into her wet heat, head falling back with a heavy thunk against the door as he seals his lips back over her and prods that little bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue while pumping her mercilessly. Is he trying to get them caught? Or does he just not give a fuck? Well, he technically, he is giving a fuck, but that’s neither here nor there.
“I knew marrying you would be the death of me,” he complains.
She chuckles through her pants. “But you love me anyway.”
He hums something akin to agreement, the vibration almost making her knees give out while his back is beginning to feel the effects of doing this in a tight space not meant for activities such as these. And as much as wants to take her home and ravish her properly, he can’t, not right now. So he enjoys the taste of her, the feel of her squeezing his fingers, the sound of her muffled moans of his name and considers it’s only six more hours until his shift is done. Then she’s really going to get it.
Kiyoshi
Having her in his arms after so long fills Kiyoshi’s heart to overflowing. While he doesn’t regret his decision to come to America and get the treatment he needs, he can’t say it hasn’t been fairly miserable having an entire ocean separating them. Sure, they’ve texted and Skyped, even wrote some actual letters with paper and pen to appease the old souled romantic in him, but the feeling of her breath on his neck, their chests pressed so firmly together he swears he can feel her heartbeat and the taste of her lips on his has Kiyoshi floating on cloud nine.
It isn’t long before eager fingers seek buttons to pop loose, hands tug on cotton to relieve overheating flesh and mouths move from one another’s to taste skin.
He moans as her lips trail wet hot kisses down his throat, forgetting how he even ended up on his back.
But he’s far too eager to let her have her way tonight.
Reaching down, his large hands cup her ass, easily drawing her up his body to straddle his head. She’s already soaked but he intends to make her even wetter. He pulls, gently but firmly to bring her sex closer to his mouth. Opening up wide, he takes a long, slow lick, hearing the catch of her breath, feeling the tremble of her muscles to hold position.
“Relax, babe, I got you,” he assures.
Minutely the tension lessens and he takes advantage to pull her flush against his face, her juices slicking his chin. He moans into her, lapping at her, sucking her lips, all while his hands massage her ass. They’re big enough that his thumbs wrap down to widen her, giving him even more access to between her petals.
“Te..Teppei..”
“Damn I’ve missed being between your thighs,” he praises. He inhales her scent, strong and musky but all her and all his for the enjoying. His lips purse, sucking the tiny bundle of hypersensitive nerves right above her entrance and she moans his name in a tone so full of wanton desire he swears she can make him come without touching him if she keeps that up. This was definitely not what he’d intended within the first ten minutes of her being here, but he doesn’t want her anywhere else.
Kasamatu
“Get a grip, you can do this,” he thinks, tongue peeking out to wet dry lips.
“Yukio, don’t tease,” she whines.
His eyes flick to her face, her own staring at him with utter need. Kasamatsu swallows the lump in his throat. It isn’t that he doesn’t want to do this, but trying anything for the first time is nerve wracking. Not to mention this is the most exposed he’s ever seen her, spread open revealing every last inch of her beautiful body. He leans down, settling himself between her legs, calloused hands running up and down the length of her thighs, enjoying the feel of warm skin. His eyes land on a scar not previously known to him to exist and he makes a mental note to ask about it later. Turning his attention back to the task at hand, Kasamatsu inhales through his nose, the scent of her washing over him. It’s almost…briney, reminding him a bit of the sea salt air at the beach.
“I…I don’t know what to do,” he confesses, cheeks blaring red.
She smiles softly, a light huff of air coming out as she explains, “Just…think of how you kiss my mouth and start with that. If you don’t like it, we can stop, I promise I won’t be mad.”
He nods, returning his gaze back to her opened center. She’s a lot…prettier here than he’d imagined. It isn’t that he hasn’t seen one before, but that was always on a screen and while trying to not hyperventilate. In fact, he doesn’t know how he hasn’t fainted already.
Leaning down, he presses a delicate kiss to one side, the evidence of his enthusiastic touching slicking itself against his lips. Unthinkingly, he licks them again, pleased to find her taste is mild but distinct.
Throwing caution and nerves to the wind, Kasamatsu moves forward once more, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out as he does when he wants to kiss her breathless, only he’s the one who loses his when he hears the moan she lets loose at even just this tiny bit of stimulation.
His trepidation falls away to a raging desire to pull even more of those lovely sounds from her lips and he dives in, pressing his entire face against her, nose bumping against her clit making her hips jerk.
Moving on instinct, his palms land on her inner thighs, holding her open to his exploration.
“Fu…fuck, Yukio.”
He groans, pushing further in, rolling his tongue all over her. How could he ever have thought he wouldn’t like this?
Tag: self promotion
Some nsfw for Imayoshi is much overdue! >w< finally got the chance to ask!
Since gender was not specified for the partner, I wrote female, I hope you don’t mind! Also, I wrote a list of tropes and decided to pull one from there for inspiration. -Admin Jade
How long had they been doing this? Meeting in, not necessarily secret, but keeping mum about their…arrangement. For a while it’d been enough, a release for them both without strings attached. But lately, annoyingly, Imayoshi began noticing his eyes landing on her throughout the day, watching poor fools who had no chance of satisfying her practically throwing themselves before her feet. It made his skin itch and stomach roil with an unpleasant feeling he was steadfastly trying to ignore but could call nothing else but jealousy.
Which is how they ended up where they were, shoved in a storage closet of all places, mouths smashed together, his tongue roaming and twisting around hers. She moaned, the sound sending waves of heat through his body. It shouldn’t be like this, she shouldn’t have this much power over him but Imayoshi knew that somewhere along the line, he’d shifted from thinking of her as a pressure release into something more. But he wasn’t ready to admit defeat, not even to his own heart.
So he focused instead on imparting so much pleasure to her she wouldn’t want anyone else.
“Imayoshi,” she moaned, teeth nipping his earlobe, “what’s gotten into you today?”
“Nothin’ darlin’,” he insisted, fingers working deftly at the buttons of her shirt. He whipped it open, exposing a black lace bra. Licking his lips he grinned. “How sweet, you wore my favorite color.”
She rolled her eyes. “I always wear black, you know that.”
He ignored the truth of her words, tongue shooting out to lick the crestline of her bra, the taste of her flesh sweet. “I wanna eat you,” he confessed.
“What’s this?” she crooned as he tugged her skirt to the floor. “The indomitable Imayoshi Shouichi on his knees? Never thought I’d see the day.”
“We’ll see who’s on their knees when I’m done,” he replied, licking the line of her panties. “Hmmmm, seems you’re already wet and eager,” he teased, toying with her clit through the fabric.
“Ugh, if you’re gonna be down there, get to it already,” she snapped, shifting slightly to bring herself closer to his mouth.
“So demanding,” he chided but nevertheless tugged aside the fabric to give a long, broad lick with the flat of his tongue.
Warmth cascaded over her body, fingers trailing through his dark locks. “Oh fuck,” she moaned, head kicking back as he pushed farther forward, his slick muscle prodding deep within her dripping heat.
“You’re making quite the mess of me, sweetie.” Another lick followed by a suck of her outer lip almost had her falling to the ground. “Or maybe I’m making a mess of you?”
Her hips shifted, impatience settling like fiberglass against her nerves. Imayoshi’s hands trailed up the back of her thighs to her ass, grabbing handfuls of flesh, kneading as he worked his tongue deeper. Much as he liked partially clothed sex, of any variety, the panties were now in the way. With little regard to her clothing budget, he ripped them off, burying his face between her legs and effectively cutting off her protests. He lapped at her, taking his time to hit every bit of her pussy. She writhed against the wall, knees growing weaker. “Pl…please, Imayoshi,” she begged, wanting nothing more than to feel the sweet relief of orgasm wash over her.
“Getting tired already? Where’s your stamina, ______-chan?”
She shoved him hard, his precarious balance upset leading him to land heavily on his ass. Before he could react, she was pushing him onto his back, straddling his face and covering her mouth with her cunt. “Shut the fuck up and put that mouth to better use, Shouichi,” she hissed, grinding down against him.
He grinned, opening up and shoving his tongue as far as he could into her. She bucked, smearing her running juices on his chin. Imayoshi revelled in the taste of her, the smell, the feel, all of it. His hands ran up the expanse of her stomach to grasp her breasts, pinching and teasing her nipples to stiff peaks beneath her bra.
“F…fuck,” she breathed, knees scraping against the hard concrete floor but he was imparting too much pleasure for her to care about the bruises that would undoubtedly be there tomorrow. Finally with one last wiggle of the tip of his tongue against her clit he had her screaming his name, completely forgetting where they were and that people could undoubtedly hear them.
As she collapsed to the floor, breath heaving, Imayoshi considered her from his still prone position. Yes, he would keep these new found feelings to himself a little longer.
“Told you I’d have you on your knees,” he said smuggly.
“Yeah? Well, I had you on your ass, so we’re even.”
Why ruin a good thing?
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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
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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