haikyuu lemons/smut

Ushiten

Requested by: I'll tag them in the comments again because I still can't tag people.

Ushijima: top
Tendou: bottom

Includes: daddy kink, spanking, vampire gloves (not using them in the spanking way though cause blood kinda scares me), spoiled tendou, slut kink, blindfolds, wax play, temperature play, rope, anal

Like I said before at some point, it's gonna start basically immediately because I'm bad at thinking of ideas for before.
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Tendou's POV

"More~" I plead in between breaths of our heated kiss as Wakatoshi palms my bare erection. He complies and speeds up his hand. He watches, entertained, as my breath quickly turns ragged and sweat rolls down my forehead. I feel the bead of sweat fall off my forehead and down onto the sheets beneath me.

"Please Waka! Please we've been at it for almost ten minutes exactly like this! Please let me come!" He grins like I'm in trouble, making my face pale noticeably.

"Please who?" He mocks, slowing the pace of his hand.  "I thought we talked about this? Right, Satori?" I nod, defeated. "So please who?"

"Please...daddy." I mumble. He grabs my chin roughly, my cheeks squishing up under the pressure.

"What did I say about mumbling? We had this problem last time too." He shakes his head. "Open." He commands.

I open my mouth and he spits into my mouth with a face of disgust, the access splattering my cheeks as I moan quietly. He removes his hand from my jaw—along with his other on my dick—so that he can cross his arms.

"The disgusting slut can't even handle two simple orders can he?" I shake my head in answer.

"Answer me." He demands, putting his hands on either side of my head. "I said, the whore can't handle simple orders can he?"

"No sir." My voice comes out a whisper, but I'm lucky enough that Wakatoshi found it loud enough.

"Good, now I think the slut deserves to be punished for not listening." He kneels off the bed and walks towards the closet.

He pulls out a cardboard box that had previously sat on the back shelf. From inside, he pulls out a wooden paddle and a pair of normal-looking black leather gloves.

They aren't normal though and we both know that.

My husband holds them up, one in either hand. "Which one? I'll be nice and let you choose."

I knew my answer before he even had to ask the question. Given the choice, I'll always choose the gloves.

"Gloves please daddy."  He smiles knowingly and nods. Putting away the paddle for future use.

He walks back to the bed, putting on the gloves on his way over. Wakatoshi straddles my knees and smiles almost sadistically.

He runs his hand gently down my torso. I moan loudly, a whine barely audible in it.

I hear myself starting to pant while my mind is consumed with pleasure. He drags his hand down to my thigh where he squeezes ever so lightly.

I moan though it comes out mostly as a high-pitched whine.

"I think you're enjoying this a bit too much, it is supposed to be a punishment." He makes eye contact with me as he starts squeezing my thigh harder. He repeats the action on several different spots, squeezing hard enough to leave a mark but not enough to break skin.

I bite my bottom lip to suppress a scream of pleasure.

"Oh god, it hurts," I moan out. He stops immediately, making me whine.