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“Shit.. why are you so needy today?” Kenma huffed, trying his best to concentrate on the task at hand — his game, but you’re making it hard for the man. “I literally just fucked you and now you’re telling me you want more?!” Your lips are attached to his neck, kissing and sucking his warm skin while your hips moved slowly on his lap — grinding yourself on his clothed cock.

“I’m sowwyyy,” you whined against his chest, clenching on his hoodie. “Just need more. I can’t help it, daddy..”

Wha—, wait… did he hear that right..?

Your doe eyes peer up at him; they’re filled with lust and desperation so there’s no mistaken what he just heard.

Kenma instantly puts his game aside and throws you on the bed, positioning you on all fours. He pulls your panties to the side and runs his fingers through your drenched cunt “Couldn’t be a good girl and wait ‘til I was done, huh? So impatient for me to fuck this slutty pussy.”

His words are just making you wetter. You push yourself back on his fingers and slowly begin moving back and forth. “Need you, Ken.. need you s’ bad!” You’re almost in tears as you feel that burning sensation rip through your core, but it’s not enough to satisfy you whole.

Kenma clicks his tongue and snatches away his slick covered fingers, “you’re not cummin just yet.” He says, pulling down his sweats and revealing his cock and once again you’re drooling at the sight before you.

Kenma gets on the bed and lays on his back, pumping his cock as you watched pressing your thighs together. “C’mere..” he said and you crawled to him, climbing on top of him. “Since you want it so bad just ride me.” He’s totally feeling lazy.

“But, you know my thighs will start burning and I’ll get tired!”

Kenma licks his lips, “don’t worry about that… I’ll spur you on.” He smacks your ass harshly — you should’ve known that that’s what he meant by spurring you on.

“Oh yeah, and when you cum, make sure you call me daddy.. I like that shit.”

yall guess what!? I finally stepped outside my comfort zone and I’m writing for Haikyuu now 🥰 though it’s on a separate blog and it’s @prncesskenma !!! FOLLOW FOLLOW FOLLOWWW <33

oml if you EVERRRR write for atsumu TAG MEEEEEEE

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# summary. the streets are saying that Rindou better watch out, Wakasa just might steal you away and make you his. ;)

# pairing(s). fwb!rindou x fem!reader, wakasa x fem!reader

# content warning. friends w benefits, porn w plot, lots of smut, love triangle, oral sex, kantou manji era, alcohol use, marijuana use, car sex, jealousy, angst, clingy behavior (rindou), waka is smooth asf, exhibitionism and etc.

# a/n. I wasn’t going to post anything on tumblr, but I decided to do so cuz a lot of ppl don’t have ao3/don’t know how to use it or have wattpad so here ya go! Shoutout to Niya @zeltqz for helping me come up w the idea <33

☆︎ chapter one ︎༅︎ 1.2k words

☆︎ chapter two

☆︎ chapter three

ONE LAST TIME, R. SUNA

sum. two months into your relationship with your current boyfriend, your ex-fwb finally sends you a voicenote to let you know exactly how he feels about it.

feat. rintarou suna

cw. ex-fwb!suna, cheating, mutual masturbation (kinda lol), jealousy, dirty talk, anal mention, pillow humping, possessiveness, degradation

wc. 1.2k

When you posted your first official pictures of you and your new boyfriend, you had expected Suna to react…negatively. You basically braced for impact the moment you hit post, but all you got from him was an Instagram notification and two texts.

sunarin liked your post.

rin ;)

gojo back

dick so good you can't make eye contact with him the next day without getting flustered

sorry to be negative on the dash but..... y'all need to be nicer to fanfic writers. we all know interactions are decreasing, and even during the nine months i've been on here, i've noticed a decrease.

tell writers you like their works. comment on their works, reblog their works.

some of you act so entitled, and idk if you've noticed but you're literally making writers miserable. it makes me so sad to see my mutuals deactivate because the joy of writing has been taken away from them by ungrateful readers who are constantly demanding more, more, more, to the point where people are experiencing burnout and anxiety because they can't keep up with the constant unrealistic demands.

reminder that even though it takes you five minutes to read 1k words it might've taken the writer hours to get the words down, proofread, edit, and make the perfect fic layout.

some of you complain that there are no "good" fics anymore, yet you do nothing for the fandom, do nothing to support writers and just hide behind anon and blank blogs, complaining about every little thing till you've driven all writers off this site.

it's so tiring. please be kinder. we're all trying our best here.

can i be honest. my guilty pleasure romances are asshole men who are like. right on the edge of losing the woman they love and get it together after she gives up on them.

in real life a man who does this should die. however ,

Title: Say Yes

Summary: The first time Rindou asks you on a date, you reject him, thinking he's going to break your heart. Lucky for you, he's willing to prove why you should say yes to him.

cw: fem!reader, some mentions of insecurities, Rin calls you princess, Ran makes an appearance. But that's it! Reblogs appreciated!

You think it’s a joke the first time Haitani Rindou asks you on a date. He’s a Haitani after all, and you’re under no illusions about what that means for you and all the ways he could hurt you if you let him. Creative ways, that you’re convinced you could never recover from in the near future, the pieces of yourself you would spend years putting back together.

So you don’t. You walk away, reject him politely with a smile and an incline of your head, and you can almost imagine that he has a girl lined up the next day to ask as a quick replacement of you because He’s a Haitani after all, and he has a reputation that means more than either of your hurt feelings.

Rindou pretends he isn’t crestfallen, the drop of his small and placid smile that does little to hide the avid redness of his cheeks is all too apparent when you purse your lips. His eyebrows shoot up and he coughs, or rather pretends to, into his hand and steps back, the heat on his neck crawling along the slope of his back.

‘You’re….. You’re saying no?’ He asks, as if he doesn’t quite get it, because he hasn’t prepared for this eventuality, for going home to Ran to break the news, as if he’s a schoolboy with a crush, dragging his feet with dejection.

a realistic sex fic where you've had a couple rounds already, where you end up dry as a desert and he can't get it up to save his life. and you're laying there, naked and laughing and still hopelessly desperate for each other. the whole room smells like sex, but every time he drags his fingers through your folds it feels like sandpaper, and his cock in your fist is limp and soft, so you cut your losses and order takeout, and drink some water and figure you can try again in the morning.

long hair choso 🩶

“wai—wait, no tongue rinnie, i dunno—“

“relax,” suna mumbles against your lips, pressing a soft kiss against your bottom lip. “i’ll teach you, don’t worry.” you whine, embarrassed that he may find your inexperience to be a turn off. “just follow through with m’tongue okay?”

“mhmn..” you mumble, gasping when he presses his swollen lips onto yours once again. he presses himself further into your body, your legs enveloping around his waist and tugging him in. you shiver, mouth gaping wider on instinct when you feel his silky tongue slip in between your lips, running itself over yours.

it’s so fucking wet, and so hot, you can taste his sweet spit on your tongue. it makes you ache everywhere, body sparked with excitement yet nervousness. “c’mon, try.” he groans against you, letting your tongue nervously glide against his on command. he lets out a guttural groan, grinding unconsciously into your thigh, mumbling a half coherent apology before he slips his tongue back into your mouth.

he runs the hot muscle over yours, curling over and around it with messy spit beginning to coat your lips. he doesn’t slow despite your tongue faltering and clearly weakening with every stroke of his tongue against yours. “y’r so weak baby.” he chuckles, pulling away slightly.

both of your breaths are labored, your softened eyes meet his , filled with so much love that they sparkle under the dim light. his pupils seem to dialate over and over, and you can’t help but giggle at the sight.

you can still feel the heat of his breath against your lips, one of his hands with a tight hold against your waist, and one sprawled across your shoulder — holding you still. it’s all so intimate, and all so new.

“can we d—do it again? wanna try again..” you quip, cheeks flushing at the dumb, dumb question.

as if he would say no.