Warnings: Bathroom sex, nipple sucking, hair pulling, Kuroo being a sexy, needy fucker lmao
for @tetsvhoe i forgot if you had an nsfw acc. let me know so I can change the tag.
You felt dirty. The wind had picked up outside while you were down for a walk with Tetsuro. That, along with the heat that had you sweating profusely meant that you were determined to have a shower once you got home.
You had it all planned out. But of course, with your husband being Kuroo Tetsuro, nothing truly goes to plan, right?
Of course not. Tetsuro followed you into the bathroom with the intent of brushing his unruly hair, but when you started stripping for a shower?
Right in front of him? God is that man weak for you.
And so you found your hair being pulled back and your nipples being sucked. You tried telling him you needed a shower first, but his smirk told you that he'd make you dirty anyway, so might as well wait.
And when you found yourself bent over the bath tub with him balls deep in you?
Well. You can't even complain about the slight pain it's giving your knees now, can you?
Not when you can't stop moaning his name, can't stop moaning just how fucking good he feels, and just how good and fast he fucks you into incoherency.
Warnings: Striptease, slightly flustered Goshiki, Goshiki just trying to be a sexy s/o lmao, mentions of face-fucking
This was not what you expected when you have gotten home that day.
You never expected to be sat down by your own boyfriend in a chair in the bedroom, the music blasting loudly in the background.
The sensual music was in tune with your boyfriend's movements, his hips rolling and thrusting with every beat to the song. Slowly and surely, your boyfriend slowly stripped off all his clothes, revealing his body that is very toned from his job as a professional volleyball player.
Normally, you would've laughed at him, for Goshiki could not dance for as long as you knew him. Yet seeing him dance like that, it only aroused you.
You bit your lip as he thrusted his hips right at your face, a reminiscent of moments when he would use your mouth as he pleased.
You looked up at your boyfriend, a smug smirk on his slightly red face. You raised your brow, feeling the need for revenge. While the song was in between changing, you stood up and sat him down before straddling his lap and leaning on his ear, your ass directly on his cloth-covered dick.
"While I enjoyed that, it's my turn now."
Your boyfriend's red face and lust filled eyes while you gave him exactly what he gave you was worth the idea.
Warnings: Striptease, slightly flustered Goshiki, Goshiki just trying to be a sexy s/o lmao, mentions of face-fucking
This was not what you expected when you have gotten home that day.
You never expected to be sat down by your own boyfriend in a chair in the bedroom, the music blasting loudly in the background.
The sensual music was in tune with your boyfriend's movements, his hips rolling and thrusting with every beat to the song. Slowly and surely, your boyfriend slowly stripped off all his clothes, revealing his body that is very toned from his job as a professional volleyball player.
Normally, you would've laughed at him, for Goshiki could not dance for as long as you knew him. Yet seeing him dance like that, it only aroused you.
You bit your lip as he thrusted his hips right at your face, a reminiscent of moments when he would use your mouth as he pleased.
You looked up at your boyfriend, a smug smirk on his slightly red face. You raised your brow, feeling the need for revenge. While the song was in between changing, you stood up and sat him down before straddling his lap and leaning on his ear, your ass directly on his cloth-covered dick.
"While I enjoyed that, it's my turn now."
Your boyfriend's red face and lust filled eyes while you gave him exactly what he gave you was worth the idea.
Warnings: Sensory Deprivation, use of baby as a pet name, blindfolds and music as a way to sensory deprive the reader, cuffs.
The volume of the song was pounding in your ears, removing your sense of hearing. If it wasn't for the mellow tune, you would have been cringing already. The silk blindfold covered your gorgeous eyes, removing your sense of sight as well.
To Yaku, there is nothing more beautiful than seeing you so vulnerable with no sight and hearing and your hands cuffed to the headboard, leaving all your trust to him and let him do as he pleased.
"So beautiful, baby." he whispered on your skin, despite knowing that you won't be able to hear his words. You could feel it though, along with his hands slowly itching towards your arousal.
With two of your senses taken from you, your sense of touch was incredibly heightened, and the simplest of Yaku's touches were enough to make you moan and arch your back towards him.
But you have nothing to worry about. You may not be able to see or hear anything much at the moment, but you trust Yaku to take care of you.
Warnings: Sensory Deprivation, use of baby as a pet name, blindfolds and music as a way to sensory deprive the reader, cuffs.
The volume of the song was pounding in your ears, removing your sense of hearing. If it wasn't for the mellow tune, you would have been cringing already. The silk blindfold covered your gorgeous eyes, removing your sense of sight as well.
To Yaku, there is nothing more beautiful than seeing you so vulnerable with no sight and hearing and your hands cuffed to the headboard, leaving all your trust to him and let him do as he pleased.
"So beautiful, baby." he whispered on your skin, despite knowing that you won't be able to hear his words. You could feel it though, along with his hands slowly itching towards your arousal.
With two of your senses taken from you, your sense of touch was incredibly heightened, and the simplest of Yaku's touches were enough to make you moan and arch your back towards him.
But you have nothing to worry about. You may not be able to see or hear anything much at the moment, but you trust Yaku to take care of you.
Facetiming Meian while he's at an away game all tucked into his hotel room after a hard-won, important game. Where you make sure to tell him how amazing he was, how happy you are for him, how you wish you were there to give you victory kisses but will settle for sending them through the phone, which he accepts gladly. 😚😚😚
Where you guys will talk into late into the evening, until you start to switch your tone. You drag out your vowels, you start becoming more breathy as the call goes on, where you slowly recline back and get more comfortable and he notices that you're...wearing that cute robe you know he likes. The dark, silk one that's now become your default to lounge in since it's too comfortable and too sexy to pass on. And then he notices that the front is open a bit, and he gets a peek of the lingerie that you're wearing beneath it, the one with the cute bows on the bra straps and the one that comes with matching stockings that have the garter on them, also with little bows.
And...oh, you're wearing the stockings. And they hug your thighs snugly, creating a slight indent in them that he wishes were his hands instead.
He sees what you're doing. So he leans back, his voice gets huskier and immediately starts asking filthy questions. Were you thinking about him all day? Did you call him just for this? Were you soaking wet the entire time you were asking innocent questions about his team, the match, those innocuous questions just to hide the fact that you're dripping for him. He says he doesn't need to see; he already knows.
But still, you want to confirm his suspicions, so you lean back and part your legs for him to show him what a mess you are. To show him how soaked you are at the thought of him, how it's started to saturate the inside of your thighs. You tease him about needing to get some sleep since he's such a hard-working athlete, and you'd hate to interrupt his sleep schedule. And you understand that he still has work to do with answering questions and posing for the press, so if he needs to cut the call short, you understand.
And you tell him all of this while you pull your bra down so he can see your breasts and how hard your nipples are, and while you pull your panties to the side and slide two fingers inside yourself while you moan out, "I'd understand, Shugo."
He's in the middle of getting his cock out of his pants when you decide for him and end the call.
And you were expecting him to immediately call you back, to order you in a gruff voice to take your panties off and let Daddy see you finger yourself, let him see you cum again and again and again until he tells you to stop.
He doesn't.
All he does is sends you a text.
'I get home in two days. We'll handle this then.'
You immediately try calling him back to tell him you just wanted to tease him a bit, to get him riled up like you were, but he doesn't answer.
But you're not really remorseful. Especially not when he gets home, and no sooner did you welcome him home does he have your face pressed against the door while he's filling your pussy. At the door.
On the couch.
Over the countertops.
Over the table.
In the shower.
Over the bathroom sink.
On the dresser.
In front of the window (you only kind of hope no one sees).
He’s called mad dog for a reason, scary to deal with, fervent and relentless as he pursues want he wants.
And right now, he wants to fuck you until he’s satisfied.
So when you garble and push at his stomach while he’s bent over your chest, licking sloppily and biting at your tits while his cock hammers away -
“Wait, sl-slow down-” Your voice breaks off into a pitiful moan, sounding rushed and scared and whiny. “S-slow-I-I’mgonnacumI’mgunnacum!”
The squeal is grating against his ears, and Kyotani snarls. His hips slow, not because you asked, but because he’s mad, irritated as he tries to understand. “You tryin’ to tell me how to fuck my girl?” His tone is accusatory, but it’s hard for you to answer as you writhe beneath him.
This is essentially a shadow-ban on the entire NSFW blogging community.
If you run a NSFW blog, you will soon notice that your audience has dropped substantially. You cannot prevent this from happening, but if you prepare your followers for the forced “safe-mode” change, you can reduce the impact.
Bartender's advice: I am not well versed in many dd/lg dynamics so forgive me if I get a few things wrong. I'm sorry if this is also short ehhehe
One would think that Aizawa would have so much patience, being a pro-hero and a teacher.
And he did have so much patience. But by the time he comes home to you, he was drained from the day's events.
The last thing he wanted was a pouty, bratty baby girl that wouldn't listen to him.
You weren't bratty often, knowing how he usually is when he comes home, but you couldn't help it today. You felt as if he hadn't given you the attention you wanted and needed.
The attention you felt like you deserved.
But Aizawa is not one to let things slide, no matter how much he adores his pretty baby. Which is why you found yourself bent over his lap, yelping at every blow he delivered to your ass, leaving harsh, red handprints and tears in your eyes.
"Daddy please-"
Aizawa clicked his tongue and stuck a finger in your wet cunt, curling it till the pad reached the soft spot that rendered you silent save for the high pitched whine that left your throat.
"You were being a brat today, little one. Want to tell me why that was?"
You found it hard to answer, not when he easily reduced you into a moaning mess with just one finger. He removed his finger and soothed your red asscheeks with his palms.
"I asked you a question."
"You didn't pay attention to me at all in the past week!" You whined out. "Now make me cum please!"
Aizawa laughed at you as he watched fat crocodile tears run down your face before slapping your ass again.
"Remember who you belong to and who you're antagonising, little one." he said, rubbing your clit roughly.
