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11k is fucking crazy

if there is one thing that suna doesn’t do lazily, it’s eating your pussy.

his tongue reaches every crevice of your folds, running up and down the sensitive organ until your begging him with shaking hands in his hair, to tongue-fuck your clit.

and so he does.

plush lips wrapped gently around the bundle of nerves as he suckled on it, his tongue rapidly flicking as it’s cradled in his hot, wet mouth. his half-lidden eyes would stay glued to yours the whole entire time, watching as you tried your best to keep the eye contact going, remembering the words he always told you beforehand:

look away, and i’ll stop.

but, he doesn’t really ever want to stop, because the look on his sweet, pretty girl’s face when he makes her cum is plenty enough to make up for your shitty listening skills. the way your thighs shake around his head, trying desperately not to close in fear of hurting him— not that he ever minds. your mouth open and letting out small gasps and loud whines as his lips begin to kiss something wetter; it’s all like a high to him, a rush of adrenaline composed out of love and the need to make his princess feel good.

your usual boyfriend resorts back to his lazy ways the moment after he gives your clit a small peck and whispers out a ‘thank you’ to the nerves— a ritual he’s done ever since you started sleeping together.

so yeah, contrary to popular belief, suna rintaro is not a lazy pussy eater.

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i need to start writing again.

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pookies 💕

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first post in a min...

no thoughts just thinking about iwaizumi holding your waist while you sit in his lap, eye liner in hand and tongue slightly poking out of your lips in concentration as you draw across his eyelid. thinking about how he would have the biggest smirk on his face, at both the fact that you're sitting in his lap and the way your free hand was cupping his cheek gently, while also freaking out internally because oh my god he has a pretty girl in his bubble. thinking about the way he would chuckle when you kiss his cheeks or nose after completing a step in the routine, pretending as if the butterflies in his stomach weren't there and this wasn't wrong. thinking about how he would purr at how soft the brushes felt against his skin. thinking about how he would never stop asking what everything was, and complementing your color choices, telling you how talented you are without even seeing the result yet. thinking about how he would pucker his lips for you as you put lipgloss on him, and of course he demands a kiss right after, blocking out the voice inside his head that screamed protests as his lips met yours.

this was wrong.

wrong

wrong

wrong

wrong

thinking about the way a few pecks would turn into his tongue swiping against your bottom lip, then an eager leaving his throat when you deny his access by pulling away. thinking about how the words 'haji... we really shouldn't' would make his cock stir about his heart speed up. thinking about the way his voice would strain when he groans out a reply, something along the lines of 'it's just us, baby, no one's gotta know' before his lips pepper sloppy kisses along your cheeks, leaving a wet trail as his thoughts begin to clear of nothing but you. the way his whole world would stop the moment you whimpered out 'haji-nii, this is very bad', but continuing his assault on your neck anyway, letting you completely consume his senses in every way possible. thinking about how his hands would wander down to yours sides, squishing the flesh softly, intimately before traveling to the curve of your delicious ass.

thinking about how he knows he should be the last person to ever touch you like this, yet the moral part of him is long gone and dying as his lips run across your soft, delicate skin. how this no longer feels wrong, and the pit in his stomach is no longer there, now replaced by the infatuating need for you; his little stepsister.

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He's feeling clingy and refuses to let you go. He has his arms around your waist, chest pressed to your back, face buried at the top of your head. His mumbling something but you cant quite hear it from how it's being muffled. He wants as many kisses as he can get and he doesn't care how you see him right now. All he knows is that he doesn't want to let you go and how he wishes if you could have your full attention on him

— Kuroo, Suna, Kageyama, Atsumu, Tendou, Bokuto, Oikawa, Denki, Monoma, Shouto, Megumi, Gojo

[iwas-princess]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME 🎉🎀🎀🎀

[iwas-princess]

clingy!rin is my favorite rin <3

it’s 4:30 am, and rin is now wide awake.

rin woke up 30 minutes before his alarm went off. his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. he blinked a few times, his brain slowly registering that something was off.

that's when he saw your figure turning away from him, your back facing him. you weren't cuddled in his arms like how he remembered falling asleep.

he frowned, his eyebrows furrowed, a typical expression he held in his everyday life, but never towards you. never because of you. except now.

this was the first time it happened. or was it? did you always slip away from his hold when he was fast asleep? did you not like having him close like how he wanted you snuggled in him? or maybe he did something wrong last night? was it something he said? he couldn't recall.

all he knew right now was that he didn't like it. you don’t get to do this to him, rin thought. cuddles were a must for him to function properly! he will never tell you that but he knows you know that!

he laid there for a moment, staring at your back. as much as he hated what was happening right now, he didn't want to wake you up. because as much as you love and adore rin, the earliest of waking up as a part of the pro-athlete life was something you would never try. who in their right mind would wake up at the crack of dawn just to be tired all over again? definitely not you.

rin continued staring at you until his alarm went off. the loud blaring of his alarm stirred you from your sleep. slowly, you turned to rin, and your sleepy eyes blinked up to meet his narrowed ones.

uh oh. someone didn’t have a great sleep, you thought.

“your alarm, rinnie. time to start the day.” you said.

that’s all you could say? no explanation? fine. 

rin let out what seemed like a huff, causing you to open your eyes. lo and behold, rin was pouting.

rin itoshi was pouting. at 5 am.

curious as to what was making your lover sulk so early in the morning, you reached out to cup his jaw. “what’s wrong, baby?” you asked softly.

“you.”

it was now your turn to frown. “me? what do you mean?”

“you were turned away from me.” rin said, his voice barely louder than a whisper.

you must be on a mission to completely infuriate him as you utter a “huh?” in response.

“i woke up and you were turned away from me.” rin replied, a little bolder and louder this time.

“oh.”

rin scoffed at your realization, completely opposite to the smile forming on your lips. 

you opened your arms, beckoning him closer. “come here, rinnie,” you said, your voice tender and soothing.

rin might be feeling a little grumpy, but who was he to decline such a sweet offer?

slowly, rin laid himself in your arms, his face buried in your neck as he took his time to get lost in your scent.

you stroked rin's hair, “i'm sorry,” you said, leaving a gentle kiss on his forehead, kissing the grumpiness away, “i must have moved in my sleep.”

rin let out a sigh at your answer, accepting that it was out of your control.

he wrapped his arms around you tighter, pulling you close to him. “just don't do it again,” he said, his voice hot against your neck. “i need you close to me.”

you smiled at his words. even if your boyfriend might be frequently grumpy and unconventionally clingy, you still wouldn’t have it any other way.

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he couldn’t lie to himself. he’s always known how he felt about you and as much as he tells himself it’s so wrong, he can’t stay away from you.

he liked you first.

“this is wrong” you gasp against his lips but you grip him tighter, arms coming up to wrap around his neck so he can kiss you again.

it’s him that makes you feel this good. it’s his name you’re moaning and he’s the one you’re thinking about when you’re alone, not your boyfriend and certainly not his girlfriend.

“yeah” he agrees because it is wrong but he’s never wanted anything more in his life.

your pussy welcomes him like he’s meant to be inside you and you let him fuck you raw, something he doesn’t want to do with his girlfriend and he knows you’ll never let your boyfriend fuck you without a condom either.

“but you love it, don’t you baby?” he smirks, “you love me”

you nod, legs spreading wider all for him.

“yeah you do” he chuckles but he knows he feels the same way about you.

|| bokuto, sakusa, atsumu, suna& iwaizumi

[iwas-princess]

hq men and their petnames for their gf

babe - matsukawa, SUNA, atsumu, oikawa, tsukishima, noya, SEMI, aran, konoha & yaku

baby - kuroo, iwaizumi, suna, ATSUMU, kenma, sugawara, oikawa, meian, OSAMU, bokuto & romero

sweetheart/sweetie - USHIJIMA <3, sakusa, KUROO, osamu, daichi, romero, kita & AKAAASHI

love/my love (my fave) - osamu, akaashi, SAKUSA !!, KAGEYAMA, iwaizumi, ushijima, sugawara & tsukishima

angel - suna, ATSUMU, kuroo, meian, OIKAWA, iwaizumi, daichi, aran & sugawara

honey - osamu <3, KUROO, akaashi, ushijima, suna, sakusa, OIKAWA, tendou, asahi, hinata & yaku

my girl/my pretty girl (cries) - atsumu, SUNA (hello), matsukawa, osamu, OIKAWA, SAKUSA, kageyama & iwaizumi !!!

doll - atsumu, suna suna suna !!, MATSUKAWA, kuroo, meian, IWAIZUMI, tsukishima & osamu

all of this tbh coz he doesn't have a permanent petname for u - BOKUTO, kuroo, atsumu, romero, LEV, hinata, sugawara, suna, yamaguchi & aran

[iwas-princess]

kirby’s kinktober (three)

cunnilingus//morisuke yaku

yaku knows he’s shorter than most guys, having peaked at just over 5’5 when in high school.

his dick however didn’t face the same vertical challenges, average but more than satisfactory to you.

he liked the phrase “it’s not size, it’s how you use it.”

still, he’d be lying if he said he’d hadn’t felt the need to compensate - to show to you that how he could handle your bigger form better than anyone else who dared to gawk at you in the hallway or outside or at his job - cause you more pleasure than anyone who’d tease you two for your size difference.

and boy, did he find a way to compensate.

-

“yakkun!” you whimper, teary eyed and clenching your body as your caramel-haired boyfriend sucks another orgasm from your precious cunt.

“yakkun, please! please, ‘m gonna c-cum. gonna… mm!” you spasm for through your most intense orgasm of the night so far, hot waves running down your body.

“mmmm…” he hums against your throbbing slit pulling off with wet *pop* sound and a cheeky smile; as if he’d just had innocent fun buying ice cream or petting a cute dog, not made you see stars with his far too talented tongue.

yaku figured if he can’t stuff you full from below, he’d just have to learn to make his mouth bring you the same type of pleasure - no - tenfold that type of pleasure.

he giggles, on his knees in front of the bed, nuzzling your thick thighs like a cat.

“was that 3 or 4, baby? I lost count! aw, man! guess we’re starting from zero!” he gives a big grin at your completely fucked out face.

“m-mori, wait-“ your breath hitches.

he doesn’t wait, nipping your thighs and clit before diving back in, happily making lewd statements every time he pulls away for air.

“love the taste of this pussy.”

“aw baby, are you squirting a little bit?”

“i think you’re begging for a finger too…”

you sob and fall flat against the bed, another orgasm ripping through your body at those words. you see stars, barely breathing and squirming out of pure enjoyment and the anticipation of the fact he’s not going to stop.

[iwas-princess]

rest in peace moonbin :( you were loved by many.

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when he texts first >>>>>

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EEEEE IVE NEVER DONE THESE BEFORE

thanks for the tag, runa. ily

This picrew is so cute

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hold me close

summary: atsumu reveals his insecurities to you after a bad day

warnings: hurt/comfort, atsumu having self loathing thoughts about himself but you're there to make him feel better

a/n: ngl idk how to really feel about this, not sure if i like it or not but eh i got something written and i wanted to write about comforting atsumu. also sorry for the terrible ending i just kept writing but the ending stumped me skksksk

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Atsumu had a bad day.

You could tell when you heard the door to your shared apartment open, but there was no 'baby I'm home!' It was a signal for stormy weather. It always felt as though the sun came with him, warm and bright, lighting up the entire apartment with his presence. But now, the brightness was covered by clouds. Gloomy clouds. Your ears pick up on his heavy steps, thundering through the floorboards.

As the footsteps approach the bedroom, you close your laptop and put it off to the side. Did something happen at practice? Did he have a fight with Osamu? There were many possibilities, but you wouldn't know for sure which one was the correct one unless Atsumu told you himself.

The door opens to reveal Atsumu who was hunched over, his eyes screaming with exhaustion. He looks worse than you expected. For as tall and built as your boyfriend was, he was a small flame now. Flickering, barely holding on, threatening to be extinguished.

Wordlessly, you open your arms wide in invitation. The mattress creaks under his weight as he crawls in between your legs, slumping against your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. He buries his face into your chest, hiding from you, hiding from the world. One arm lays across his back while your other hand cups the back of his head.

"Welcome home, Tsumu," you softly say. There was no response.

Not hearing Atsumu talk was strange. He always had something to say, either about his teammates or his brother or something he saw on social media. His silence was unnerving to say the least, but as much as you wanted to ask him what's wrong, you keep your mouth shut. You feel it would be wrong to disturb this silence. The way Atsumu sinks into your arms, seeking your comfort, you figure words weren't need for now. So, you stroke his hair and rub his back, letting him know that you were here

Moments pass by until Atsumu takes in a deep breath. "Ya know I would never cheat on ya, right?"

You blink. That was not something you expected to hear. "Of course not, what brought this on?"

Atsumu turns so his cheek rests against your chest. "Some bastard was talkin' on and on 'bout how I would fuck another girl behind yer back." His eyebrows crease together as he says this. "Made sure to punch him real good." he mutters. "Shoulda punched him more, an' harder."

Your hand instinctively tugs his arm up from underneath your body, gasping when you see the bruise on his knuckles. "Tsumu-"

" 'm fine," he pulls his hand back, wrapping around your body once more.

Physically maybe, but something was still bothering him. Atsumu grows quiet again, staring off into the wall, off in another place. You think about his words, or rather the words someone else had said about him. It ticks you off.

"They're stupid, acting like they know how you are," you settle on. The media loves to paint him as some sort of player and because of that, that's how people end up seeing Atsumu. An amazing setter, but also a man who hops from woman to woman like some sort of game of hopscotch.

You've seen people theorizing on social media on how long it'll be before Atsumu ditches you. It's pathetic really, how they treat your relationship like a game and Atsumu as some sort of heartbreaker when that couldn't have been farther from the truth. Unlike the media, you know Atsumu.

You know how he always stuff his face with his brother's food because his onigiris are the damn best onigiris in the world. You know how he grows pouty whenever you beat him on video games. You know how much he loves to kiss your lips, making you feel like you're the most precious girl in the entire world.

"It made me think," Atsumu starts off. "People think I would cheat on ya cos' yer not good enough fer me, that there's someone else out there, but they're wrong. They're all fuckin wrong," he spits out.

He raises his head from your chest to finally look at you. "Yer the only one f'me, the only one who has ma heart, the only one I wanna come home ta. There's no one else, just you. Always you."

Your eyes soften at his words. "Tsumu...," you say in a hushed voice, moving to cup his cheeks but he moves his head back, turning away from you. Confusion covers your face. "What is it?"

Atsumu drags out a heavy sigh, coming from the depths of his very soul. " "s just...'m not good enough fer ya." he confesses quietly.

"How long have you felt this way?" you ask gently. It feels as though this has been something he's been thinking about for some time, something that's been festering in the dark corners of his mind, his insecurities coming to bloom.

He runs a hand through his hair. "Fer a while."

"It's not true-"

" it is," he insists, cutting you off. Atsumu shakes his head. " 'm not good enough, never will be." his voice shakes and cracks like small embers on logs. How many times has he repeated this to himself?

He swallows, shuddering breaths escaping him. "Ya deserve so much, ya deserve everythin. But 'm not enough. I don't deserve ya." tears fill his eyes. " 'm know I'm away at games a lot an' I can be a prick an' just...i get scared. That one day, you'll leave me."

Tears stream down his face, heavy sobs crawling up from his throat. You feel hot tears of your own burning behind your eyes. "Baby no," you choke out, cupping his cheeks. "I would never leave you, never."

"Please don't," Atsumu croaks. "Please stay, please. I know I have no right, that I don't deserve ya but I don't think I can be without ya."

It hurts, hearing him talk about himself that way. For many, Atsumu was confident. Confident in volleyball, his words, his actions, but he's been hiding this all this time. Hiding how he feels, his unworthiness, his self loathing.

You pull his head down to your neck, allowing him to seek refuge there. Atsumu muffles his sobs against your skin, his whole body trembling in your arms. Blinking back tears, you keep him as close as possible to your body.

"I love you Atsumu, I love you so much," you whisper, kissing the side of his head. He whimpers, tightening his arms around you. "I love how you hold me, making me feel so safe. I love how you can make me laugh so hard my stomach hurts. I love how passionate you are about volleyball. There's so, so many things I love about you Tsumu. I can't imagine my life, my future, without you. You make me so happy."

You pause, trying to compose yourself. Your shirt is damp, but you don't care. You'll soak in all his sadness, his pain, all of it. You'll take it all from him.

"Please don't say you're not enough Tsumu, because you are. You're more than enough. You're deserving of love, so much love.

Tears stain your cheeks, your breaths short and shaky. You hope Atsumu believes the words, believes you. There's nothing you wouldn't do for him. You would bring the stars down from the sky to make constellations in his name.

The tears have stopped, but Atsumu continues to breathe heavily against you. You go back to playing with his hair, knowing how soothing it is for him.

"Can ya keep holdin me?" His voice is quiet, but you hear him loud and clear.

"For as long as you need."

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my birthday girl • suna rintaro

summary: suna loves his pretty girlfriend endlessly, so he goes all out for her birthday.

genre: fluff, slightly suggestive

a/n: hi, this is my first post in a while. i decided to crawl out of my cave for my bestie @ilovesillycats birthday!!! i hope you all enjoy <3

“happy, baby?”

suna’s fingers ran along your inner thigh as he leaned in, sending a shiver down your spine at the tickle.

you smiled prettily in return to his question, nodding softly to confirm.

“very.”

the moment your soft breath hit his face he grinned before snaking a hand below your seat and pulled your chair closer to him. the loud screech of the iron legs against the tile floor caused your cheeks to heat as a few other customers turned around to glare. but once, your knee touched his, all anxieties disappeared and his grin turned into a smirk at the new proximity of you.

“i’m so glad, sweet girl.” he practically mewled with how pretty he sang it. “all i want is for my birthday girl to be happy.”

if you weren’t beat red before he spoke in that manner, you are now. you could feel your heart practically about to beat out of your chest with how nervous he gets you, how love struck.

“you’re such a pretty girl, y’know that?”

the smell of him filled the air you breathed, like it had all day. not a moment went by that he didn’t find a way to have you close to him today, and you found it beautiful. such a beautiful way to spend your big day, you thought.

his fingers caressed your soft cheek delicately, as if you were the most wonderful piece of art he ever set his hands on, as he guided your eyes to his.

“my pretty girl.”

the moment they set on his hazel orbs, you knew you were done for.

“everything okay, princess?” he teased.

suna knew exactly how to make you tick and blush so preciously, and he used those tactics so shamelessly— even in a very public restaurant.

you blinked at him a few times, utterly flustered as his cat eyes twinkled.

“c-can we go to the hotel now? i’m full.” you lied.

as much as you loved the food that you hadn’t a chance to eat yet, you were desperate to get your menace of a boyfriend back in private to avoid any farther embarrassment and to be more comfortable. you wanted to bask in his sweet essence before he turned back into the toad he is midnight.

as you suspected, he eyed you suspiciously.

“you haven’t even eat yet.“

you knew he would have noticed: suna notices everything you do. you mentally slapped yourself for even thinking of lying to him when there was no point to. the truth is what would surely get you what you wanted.

“i dont want to.” you beamed at him suddenly, eying him fondly and even placing your hand on his cheek— to which he gladly leaned into. “i just want to spend some time with you… alone.”

mischief gleamed in his eyes at the word ‘alone’ as it fell from your honey-sweet lips, and for a moment be contemplated calling the waiter back over to pay: until he remembered.

he frowned slightly and shook his head against your small hand.

“let’s eat first, then you’ll have me all to yourself, yeah?”

your smile dropped, which he noticed quickly and raced you to the next word.

“because i know you haven’t had anything in that belly today, so let’s eat up.” he sat up straighter in his own chair, taking both hands back and placing them somewhere else: his left over your shoulders and his right for himself. “i’ll be right here in the meantime.”

you grumbled in impatience but eventually gave in when he explained to you that ‘the longer you take complaining, the more time we spend here.’ and it shut you up.

——

“happy, princess?”

no matter how many times he repeated his question, you were still at loss for words. happy couldn’t even begin to describe the irrevocable joy that you felt through your whole being as you gaped at his gift.

your eyed weld with tears, you had no idea what to say.

this.. this was too much. he really outdid himself with your date, but this…

“please say something because it was super hard to find and i have been thinking of this moment for a month.” he sighed as another minute of silence passed.

your eyes slowly ripped away from the gift bag and met his. you both were a little tipsy from all of the wine prior, yet this moment seemed to sober him up with the way he seemed nervous— of your reaction no doubt.

you cleared your throat, trying to form words for him but failed as you glanced back down to the necklace.

it was expensive, very expensive— which is why you postponed buying it for yourself for so long. rent and groceries were always above your own wants. suna knew that, but he also knew how badly you wanted it. so, as impulsive as he is, he finally bought it for you after your many years of yearning.

by first glance, the locket looked like any normal heart-shaped piece of jewelry that any sweet boyfriend would get his girlfriend, but it was so much more than that.

it was real gold, 24 karats of it, with the initials ‘s.r’ engraved in it, and inside bared your favorite photo of you two— the clumsy arcade picture from the day he said ‘i love you’ for the first time.

it meant little to most, but so so much to you and you’d be forever grateful to suna for it.

“i-i-“ you struggled to find words yet again the longer you stared at it, too emotional to form words let alone think them.

suna, knowing you like the back of his hand, could sense this and took it as a sign that you were more than happy.

he embraced you finally, his long arms wrapping around you and pulling you tight to his chest. with the way you resisted him so little told him that he took the right route with physical touch.

“th-thank you.”

he grinned at the sound of your broken voice and placed a kiss to your head.

“it’s no problem, my birthday girl. you deserve it.”

——

“rin, this is ridiculous!” you giggled at your childish boyfriend.

he ignored you and continued tucking you in by stuffing the blanket under your body aggressively.

“hush, i’m almost done. boy, you sure are fussy.”

you scoffed at his comment but stayed silent as he finished up and climbed back into bed, clinging to your side as usual. his arm slid around your shoulders and hugged you to his side before shifting and placing a kiss on your head.

the soft sounds of your sleepy breathing made him chuckle, he knew your sleep habits enough to assume you were dozing off already.

afterall, you were rather sleepy after you shared your cake, so much so that you kept biting his arm sporadically to keep your self awake.

“sleepy, bubba?”

you hummed tiredly, your eyes practically glued shut as exhaustion took it’s toll on you. your head suddenly felt heavy as you rested on his chest and you let out a soft yawn at the realization.

giving you a tight squeeze, rintaro sighed in content at the feel of his girl in his arms. there truly was nothing better than you, he decided.

“you can go to sleep, princess. i’ll be right here in the morning.”

“love you…” you incoherently mumbled before sleep took over and your consciousness was ripped from you as you fell into sweet bliss.

“love you too, baby.”

with one final soft squeeze around your shoulders, he leaned down slightly to the crown of your head and gave you a lingering kiss ‘goodnight’ like he always had.

except tonight he stayed up a little longer to watch you, bask in how beautiful you look as you’re snuggled into him, makeup wiped clean and in his stained pajama shirt.

he imagined making you his wife someday, the thought of ending every night with this sight was such a bonus to that plan. he hoped your children looked as gorgeous as you, if not a spit image.

in that moment, as you began to let out light snores, he promised himself he would never leave this sight or jeopardize it.

“always here.”

[iwas-princess]

MEANIE

bullytsukki! who has you suck him off after school in the science lab before his practice. he comes to your last period and waits for your science teacher to leave you’re usually the last person out since you like to chat with your sensei and ask if there’s anything else you can do for extra credit.

after the teacher leaves, kei walks in there with a raging hard on, his face slightly flushed and his fists clenched.

“about time.” he grits his teeth.

“i’m sorry, tsukishima.” you quickly get tense. intimidated by his presence.

“come here.” he motions. obviously you know what’s about to happen, this happens nearly everyday - it’s like a routine.

you walk over there, you felt a cold breeze from one of the open windows, making your nipples harden. you bit your bottom lip, already becoming overwhelmed and flustered. you’d always get so submissive and timid when kei was around, his intense, masculine energy suffocates you - it’s like an overwhelming feeling that makes your body burn up.

like a bunny in heat. your core instantly heating up even more as you took step by step.

“good girl.” his face softens, he analyses you while you crawl to him like a puppy, eyes big and glossy, cheeks puffy and flushed while you lick your lips.

sitting at his feet on your knees, you soft and tender fingers gently glide over his tent, he hisses as the feeling makes him jolt, his cock is so fucking sensitive.

“don’t fucking tease me,you fucking pipsqueak.” he spits, tone laced with venom.

“i’m sorry, master.” you apologise.

“good, now get to it, we have 10 minutes.” he demands.

quick unbuckling his belt and button - you slide his zipper down and pull his slacks along with his grey boxers down mid way to his thighs.

the sight of his cock never fails to overwhelm you. he’s long, and a little thick too. a vein that stretches along his glands and a sensitive tip, tinted a mean red tip. his balls heavy but not too big.

your hands wrap around the base of his huge shaft, earning a little groan from him, you look up at him - seeing his pretty face flushed and his lips parted.

“so pretty.” you whispered.

he heard that.

“s-stop saying weird shit, a-and just suck my cock already!” he blurted, his face becoming more red. how cute.

your plush lips wrap around his gorgeous tip, softly sucking it. drool pool on your tongue as you become hungry for his delicious dick.

“oh f-“ his moan gets cut off as you unexpectedly take his whole length into your tight throat.

“shit-“ he chokes out. his long slender fingers dig into your hair as he tries to stable his balance, trying not to get weak in the knees for how good you’re sucking his soul out.

“mm, i love your cock, tsukki.” you pout after taking his cock out of your mouth. stroking his dick vigorously.

“i know you do, sweetheart.” he smirks as you place his shaft back into your hot mouth. your tongue licking at his glands - making him whine a little.

“wait- fuck, oh fuck!fuck!fuck!” he leans over a little - feeling his legs get a little weak.

“oh shit, fuck it, get the fuck up.” he pulls your head away from his cock.

confused you stand up. he grabs a fist full of your hair and makes you bend over the teachers desk. your ass in the air, your pretty strawberry print panties on display for him.

“tsukki!” you whine.

“be quiet, or we’ll be caught.” he warns.

“i need that pussy, now.” his big hands rubs at the fat of your ass before giving it a good swat. earning a muffled yelp from you.

“you want master you stuff your pussy, hm?” he teases, taking his glasses off so they won’t steam up from the steamy quickie that’s about to happen.

“yes please.” you beg as you patiently wait for his dick.

“good girl.” he coos. grabbing the base of his shaft - slowly aligning his tip with your wet, sloppy hole. he slowly pushes in. feeling the tightness of your velvety walls clamp around him.

“shiiit~” he bites his lip, finally feeling your pussy after a month of not having it.

“wait tsukki, we don’t have a rubber!” you cried out.

“i’ll buy you a plan b after practice, promise.” he reassures before slamming his whole cock inside of you.

“oh my!” you squeak.

kei starts to rock his hips slowly, watching his cock slid in and out of your sloppy pussy. he gets a bright idea.

sliding his long thumb into your tight puckered asshole, hearing you yelp and tighten around him making him snicker evily while sliding his other hand up your back before grabbing your neck and pulling you closer to him.

his musky colone sends electricity like pleasure straight to your clit, making you whine and whimper.

“gimme a kiss.” kei demands, making you look at him before licking his plush, plump lips.

his lip crash onto yours, tongue gliding along one another, breathing gets heavier, thrusts gets harder and faster, genitalia gets sensitive and twitchy, moans get a little louder.

“fuck ‘m gonna nut.” his whispers.

“oh yes, just like that, master!” you cry. feeling the pressure in your core. your brows at a frown and your mouth slacked open.

you could feel tsukki’s cock twitch vigorously inside of you, indicating that he’s very close.

“fuck i’m cummin’.” he blurts before his hips stutter and his cock spills his load into your sticky pussy.

“oh master!” you whine as you feel yourself cumming too.

“yeah that’s a good bitch, cum all over my fucking dick.” he chuckles as his swats at your ass.

“meet me at 6:30 tonight at the park benches, i’ll getch ya that plan b, and maybe some food.” he mumbles in your ear.

“okay tsukki.” you pout as you look up at him.

“good girl, now gimme another kiss i have to go.”

[iwas-princess]

hi babes! i’m sorry i have been inactive lately, i just haven’t had much motivation to write sadly, and i’ve been studying really hard which has taken a lot of available time and energy from me. writing and haikyuu will always be something i circle back to eventually, so this isn’t goodbye but rather an update. as always, i appreciate you all and i can not believe the amount of works i have that have hit 1,000 notes, it’s honestly so so crazy to me. i love you all and hope you are all way. xo <3