Fuck, Shes So Pretty.

“fuck, she’s so pretty.”

yuuji’s eyes light warm as he spreads your cunt apart with his thumbs. he watches pink muscle clench, pretty, creamy slick ooze and web over your hole and his mouth waters. his tongue’s hanging out before he realizes, breath fanning across your hole before he delves into you again, only to pull back and sedate your needy cunt with an unfulfilling kiss to your clit.

“can i put the tip in, baby?”

his eyes twinkle up at you and even in your right mind you can’t say no. he clambers up your body, kissing and nipping your thighs and calves as he guides your legs over his shoulders. his bulbous tip presses hot up against your soft lips and he hisses, mouth meeting yours for a sloppy, spitty kiss.

“just the tip, promise.”

he’s reassuring, forehead against yours while his fat tip presses in and stretches. your mouths open together, bottom lips trembling, feeling of your soft, gummy walls around him making your toes curl. his hips struggle as they pull back and push forward, faint, sloppy pop of your soaked pussy making him groan.

“yuuji,” you whimper and his teeth grit. “yuuji, yuuji, yuu-!“

“‘s good huh, baby?” he slurs with a sloppy kiss to your open mouth. “feels good, all tight ‘n perfect ‘n soft for me.”

“uh huh,” your whimper is broken as his hands push your knees backwards. “‘s big, yuuji.”

“‘s big?” he huffs.

“uh huh.” you sigh, brows drawn. “gimme the rest.”

he looks up at you. sweat beads on his forehead and dots across his upper lip. he swallows, blunt nails gripping into your thighs.

“the rest?” he feels dizzy. “are you sure, princess?”

“please.” your broken little cry tears away at any self restraint he tried to maintain. “need it, yuu. give it t’me.”

he stills. for a second, one split second you think you’ve done something wrong. your eyes open, glossy and painted in confusion and your mouth parts to ask him why’d he stop but the words die in your throat along with any other thought in your head for the foreseeable future. his fat cock slides in one long, deep, full stroke, splitting you at your seam until your cunt’s so overwhelmed that it convulses right then and there and you’re forced to cum prematurely around him. his eyes look down at you in wild wonder, mercy devoid, restraint long gone.

“i hope you can take it, princess.” his hands tighten on you. “‘cause i’m not sure if i can hold back anymore. ‘m gonna make you give me another one, this time make it pretty for me.”

© 2022 KINGDAZAI. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

split | suna rintarou

pairing: suna x reader

tags: fluff, friends to strangers to lovers

word count: 2.0k

in which you and suna both miss your flight back to tokyo and you find yourself confiding in an old friend as you wait for the morning to come

for @sxphilia - lol shay you read this already but here, ily <33

everything seemed to be going wrong today.

first, your alarm wasn’t set properly so you woke up an hour late. second, your taxi to the airport arrived late, which only led to you inevitably missing your flight back to tokyo. and to top it all off, the next flight was four hours from now. it certainly wasn’t a big deal, you’re expected back at work the day after you arrive anyway. but there’s been a lot on your mind recently, a debate you just wanted to solve, yet it only seemed like you could start working on it when you arrived back in tokyo. so at the moment, all the what ifs and scenarios just marinated in your head, waiting for some kind of decision to be made.

and your current situation did absolutely nothing to help.

you were leaving america to return home from tokyo. you were there for a prospective job, finally having the chance to follow the career you spent years dreaming about. but japan was your home, and america was so far. you lived in tokyo all your life, your friends, your family, everything was back in japan. you were at a crossroads, unsure of which path to choose.

your old life, or the career of your dreams.

and your vacation only made the choice worse.

the flight attendant nods apologetically again when he hands you your ticket. “thanks,” you nod.

“of course,” he replies, “have a nice day.”

“you too.” but as you walk off a familiar voice makes you freeze in your tracks.

“yes hi, i just missed my flight is there any flight i can take instead?”

you hear the flight attendant’s voice, “yes, of course. where are you going sir?”

“tokyo,” he replies, and your heart drops.

that’s not who you think it is, is it?

“i’ve got a flight at 6 pm tonight,” the flight attendant answers.

wait, that’s your flight.

“sounds good,” and you can hear a hint of disappointment in the familiar voice, turning around to face the desk again.

“alright sir,” the flight attendant nods. “let me just print out your ticket.”

the boy doesn’t turn around, yet his stature, his hair, it just looks so familiar, and before you know it, you’re stepping closer wanting to indulge and curiosity and see the boy.

“thanks,” he replies before his eyes find yours.

it’s him.

“y/n?”

“suna?”

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꒰ bokuto kōtarō ✕ face riding ꒱

contains ; f!reader , ball sucking , mutual masturbation , daddy kink , praise , + ahegao .

note ; i’ll be reposting some lil drabbles because i was going through the old blog and found some gems that i want to bring over here !! ૮ ˃̵֊ ˂̵ ა

“are you sure?” his voice is strained, holding back whimpers and whines as he hovers over your face, thighs twitching in anticipation.

your eyes are fixated on his leaking cock and heavy balls that hang right above your nose, his musky scent filling your nostrils.

“i’m sure,” you answer, breathless. “i’ll tap your hip twice if i need a break, promise.”

that last bit of reassurance is all bokuto needs to finally let go and lower his balls into your wet mouth. no matter how many times you’ve practiced, how many hours you’ve spent training your jaw, you’re still barely able to take both of his heavy balls at once. even so, you hollow your cheeks and suck lightly, but it’s more than enough to make him moan.

“f-fuck baby, so fuckin’ good-”

you hum in response as he lowers himself a bit more, your nose pressed against the base of his thick cock. the weight of it resting on your face is almost enough to make you cum, but he quickly reminds you of the cute little egg vibrator buried deep in your cunt, turning the speed to max and causing you to moan loudly around the heavy sack.

“mmf–!”

“i know baby, feels good–”

he wraps a hand around his cock, just above where your nose is pressed against him and starts stroking himself– slowly, as if he’s savoring every second. from your place below him, you watch as he brings his hand up to his mouth and pucker his lips slightly, spitting into his hand and bringing it back to his cock, letting out another deep groan as his spit-coated hand drags across his shaft, squeezing harder as he gets to the head to gather to precum at the tip.

“such a good girl for me, sucking daddy’s balls like that–”

bokuto’s praise is always so filthy and vulgar, so much so your face burns like a shy virgin when you think of it days after.

after managing to open your mouth even further, you take both of his balls into your mouth and suck just the way he likes—slightly more than average pressure with your tongue flattened against them— while focusing on the way he strokes himsef, your eyes crossing every time he twists his wrist at the top of his cock. your perfect mouth paired with the incredibly lewd face you keep making sends him over the edge, pulling his balls out of your mouth with a wet pop!, quickly replacing them with his cock.

“swallow it all for me-”

and you do, of course you do, because no part of you would ever dream of denying him.

“good fuckin’ girl.”

— haikyuu boys as campus crushes

(gn!reader) | iwaizumi, bokuto, akaashi, atsumu, suna, sakusa

note from nia: my classes got moved online until the end of february so i will live vicariously through my own writing! </3 (not proofread lolol)

✧* IWAIZUMI bumps into you after leaving the gym causing your notebooks to fall and drink to spill. he mutters a curse before apologizing and bending down, offering to buy you something at the café nearby that he likes. your hands brush against each other while you reach for the same stray paper, and if you weren't so flustered maybe you would have noticed the pink dusting his own cheeks. he makes small talk on your way there, asking for your name and where you were headed, telling you about his classes and how his workout went. he pays for your drink and seems unsure of what to do after handing it to you. having mercy (and not wanting to take up more of his time), you thank him and he offers another apology before starting to leave. when you joke and say "hope you don't run into anybody else. don't want to spend more money, do you?" he blinks before laughing, "yeah, guess so. wasn't too bad meeting you, though." you can't help walking by the gym the next day, hoping to catch him on his way out again.

✧* BOKUTO isn't hard to spot at the main quad. it's the beginning of the year club fair and he's charming everyone who walks by, despite any lack of initial interest. you aren't an exception, you realize, when he spots you and flashes a big grin, "hey! d'you wanna hear about the volleyball club?" he tells you the basics and boasts about how good they are, how hard he's been training himself. he even offers to spike a ball for you, backing up into a bigger area with another player. everyone around claps after he hits the ball with ease, but he turns to you for your reaction first. his friend pokes him, a signal that he's been talking to you long enough, and he pouts a little before realizing he did have a job to do. "i—we'd love to see you at tryouts!" he says. when you show up, maybe not for the club, but to see a specific white and black haired player, the same smile reaches his face as he jogs over. you're not sure if his flushed face is because of warm-ups or something else.

✧* AKAASHI is the well-dressed guy sitting by the window of a coffee shop, notes strewn in front of him and fingers typing away. he looks away from his screen and stretches, finally taking a break. as he glances around, he can't help but make eye contact with somebody at the table in front of him. his face flushes as you turn away and he decides the people walking outside are more interesting. but after a dozen more glances, a few close calls of being caught, 20 minutes of overthinking, and a text from his friend saying "GO TALK TO THEM!!! >:(", he starts shifting to get out of his seat—all before his heart drop as he watches you get up to leave. he keeps coming back, about to accept he'll never have another chance until he spots you a few days later. when you get back from a washroom break you notice a sticky note next to your drink with a phone number, user, and smiley face scribbled down. you look around and see the same cute guy from before watching your reaction, blushing then scribbling notes down a few seats away.

✧* ATSUMU is the guy who sneaks into class just late enough to have missed the first slide of notes, sliding into the empty seat next to you. he wouldn't have been so loud if it wasn't just the prof speaking, his noisy jacket, and backpack hitting the floor. he sheepishly taps on your desk to get your attention, holding a laptop charger for you to plug in. you think that'll be your last interaction for a while until you watch him start up a game (valorant, probably) and take out a bag of gummies. he's chewing on one when he notices you looking from the corner of his eye and he turns the bag so you can grab one. you spend the rest of the lecture switching between trying to pay attention to the professor and holding in your laugh as he dies again. he sends a joking glare your way and hastily switches to a tab to write "do YOU wanna try then??" in the search bar. you're pretty sure everyone around you turned when he snorts at your panicked rejection. after class ends and you pass his charger, he doesn't forget to turn around and say "see ya next class!"

✧* SUNA replies to your question in the class discord about a project due date. he makes a comment about the prof's bad teaching style in the safest way possible to avoid getting in trouble, sending a friend request after you laugh and agree. as soon as you accept, he dm's and says "our prof is complete ass lmao." instead of dropping the class you make a deal to stay and get a good grade purely out of spite—the loser would buy lunch at the end of the semester. you become each other's class life lines. the semester's filled with complaining, loopy 2am conversations, working through questions, secret looks when the prof said something incoherent, and high-fives. the first time you decide to sit together, you didn't expect him to be that attractive when he poked your shoulder and you turned around, though you can't really complain. he sends "😐🖕" when you get your final grades then immediately asks when to meet up. you have a sneaking feeling he tried harder with his outfit than usual, but he just teasingly sighs, "i guess i owe you a lunch?"

✧* SAKUSA sits alone at the last table with free seats in the library during finals season. he watches you pace around, trying to find an empty spot with no luck. he stares until you look in his direction then moves his things out of the way for you to take a seat diagonal from him—it's far enough that you won't bother each other, he thinks. you whisper a small "thank you" while placing your things down and he nods before returning to his project. his thought was proven to be wrong three times. once when you excuse yourself to plug in your phone by the port next to him, another time when his pencil accidentally rolls against your things and he mutters an apology, and a third when you both look up and at each other at the same time. you offer an awkward but sincere smile, and his eyes widen before he clears his throat and looks away. despite it all, he's at the same table the next day, and he moves his things again when you walk towards him.

HAIKYUU BOYS + FAVORITE SPOTS TO KISS

feat. bokuto kōtarō, oikawa tōru, iwaizumi hajime, miya atsumu, kuroo tetsurō, kageyama tobio

warnings. a lil bit suggestive <3 a lot suggestive in iwa's <3 don't mind me <3

BOKUTO loves to kiss the tip of your nose. it's quick—all soft laughter and shared breaths and the pads of his thumbs catching the balls of your cheeks. you can see his eyes flutter over your face, feel the heaviness of his gaze—and suddenly, his lips meet the top of your head, and side of your cheek, and then, finally, your nose. he mutters soft praises into your skin—a smile stretching across scorching flesh—and you join him in bubbling laughter before pulling him in to return the favor.

OIKAWA kisses your shoulder. it's a swirl in the dead of night and the spark of newborn mornings, lips meeting the planes of your skin as sheets pool at your hips. his arm snakes around your waist and you slide across the mattress—drinking in floral shampoos and the warmth of adjoining limbs. he starts just below your neck, and soft breaths spill across your back, each movement leaving goosebumps to swarm in his wake. he mumbles gentle words and soft whispers, the vibrato of his voice nearly swallowing you whole.

IWAIZUMI kisses your collar. it's for the reaction more than anything else—an obsession with the way your breath hilts and neck turns and the sputter of goosebumps that follow the brush of his teeth against your skin. his hand steadies your jaw, pressing calloused fingers into the warmth of your cheeks as the smile against your throat sparks flames beneath your skin. he leaves bubbling bruises in a mosaic of purples and blues, and when he pulls away, meeting your wide eyes and stunted breaths, his mind echos with a yearning for more.

ATSUMU kisses your palms. he fiddles with your fingers—hands dancing along the divots of your knuckles and the arches of your wrists—before he guides you towards his lips, leaving soft breaths to slip through your fingertips. he presses a kiss to your palm and every nerve in your body seems to shiver at the motion, pulling you further towards the allure of the stars that seem to dot his breath. it's a casual motion—one slipped into quiet conversation and comfortable silence—but a welcomed one nevertheless.

KUROO kisses your jaw. it's the freedom of it all—the grasp he has upon your skin and the idea of roaming any plane of flesh or curve of muscle he would like. your hands are in his hair and his fingers leave crescent marks upon your hips, his breath swallowing every pore marking his path. he kisses the arch of your neck and revels in the way you shiver—swallows the heat of sputtering breaths and burning skin. and when you pull away with flushed cheeks and wide eyes, he laughs, tugging you closer once again.

KAGEYAMA kisses your lips. it's simple, really—long fingers wrapped around the base of your neck and shared breaths twirling between staggered throats. he tugs at your bottom lip and nudges at your waist and, when the space between you grows to nothing more than tiny patches of exposed skin, you're consumed by the vibrato of empty lungs. he pulls away—swollen lips and warm cheeks on full display—and you laugh, leaving a smile to stretch across his features.

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You Look Just Like a Dream…

… the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen

Hajime Iwaizumi x reader

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“Sometimes, I look at you and I think, ‘wow, I can’t believe you’re real,’ y’know?”

You pause, turning away from the tv to find him already gazing at you; watching you as someone who had never seen the sky would watch the sunset.

It was rare for him to say things like that, so affectionate and sweet. Iwaizumi had always been on the shyer side, the type that struggles with communicating how he truly feels. To you, it was an endearing trait, how he stumbled and fumbled, and flustered over such small little things to the point he could barely get anything to fall from his mouth.

Of course, you knew he loved you, it was something he showed you every day: periodic texts throughout the day reminding you to eat, making your favourite food on bad days, doing your laundry when you didn’t have the time, coming home with small gifts that he knew you would like. The list is endless. Iwaizumi was amazing at showing you how much he loved you… but hearing it… hearing it when you knew how hard vulnerability was for him? Fuck, it set you alight; something that should very much be considered a natural wonder of the world.

Smiling up at him from where you were nestled into his chest, you kiss the underside of his jaw before mumbling, “why thank you, baby. What brought this on?”

He sighs, closing his eyes bashfully as he lightly glides his hand up and down your spine, “I just think you’re beautiful, on the inside and out, so beautiful that it almost seems impossible” — he takes a stuttered breath, to calm himself down from the rambling — “and well beautiful people deserve to know that they’re beautiful... but only if they’re you.”

Giggling at the way his words practically tickle your heart, you quickly straddle his lap, littering soft pecks across his pretty face. He groans at the onslaught of affection, exasperated as his hands fall tight on your waist, but you can see the faint hints of a smile as you continue kissing his sun-kissed skin. You knew what he meant by that, how he felt he didn’t tell you how much he cared enough — it was a ruthless insecurity of his stemming from times where people said he was unapproachable and rude. It was a shame he felt as though he was somehow not loving enough, especially when loving was all Hajime ever was. It wasn’t his fault that his way of doing so was just unique outside of the movies.

Breaking away, slightly breathless, you stare deeply into his eyes and try your best to count all the flecks of gold as you state, “you’re beautiful too, Hajime Iwaizumi, the most prettiest, most beautifulest, most handsomest man I have ever seen.”

And it was the truth, you meant every single word. In fact, there were perhaps not enough words to describe just how perfect he was to you, never enough for you to say — although you would make sure that he would hear every last one, for the rest of your lives together. After all, you were lucky to have him by your side, even though he would deny it, claiming that the lucky one was him instead.

There was just something about him that was so irreplaceable, so utterly unique, like a work of art. He was gorgeous, there was no denying that because Hajime looked like a dream… but it was his personality that seemed as though it was formed from pure stardust; fiery, hot, and admired for all the magic it held.

Booping your nose, Iwa raises an eyebrow teasingly, “hmm, you think so? Even more handsome than Chris Evans?”

A soft smile takes over your face, so full of love — a love that you could only ever feel with the man before you. Stroking his cheeks with the pads of your thumbs, you place a gentle kiss to his lips before saying, “even more handsome than Chris Evans, baby.”

There was never a competition. Iwa never had to worry about other people, even Chris Evans, because he was all you ever wanted; with his determination, cute frown, and godzilla obsession, Hajime Iwaizumi was a dream come true.

Leaning down, you kiss along his face until you reach his right ear before dramatically whispering, “though keep this between us when I say that I think you have better arms than him anyway.”

His laugh that follows is pure and sweet, the prettiest sound you have ever heard in your life. It floods your apartment, decorating every room and open space with happiness. You loved his laugh, you wish you could hear it more often.

Once he calms, Iwaizumi smiles dopily at you — mirroring your own smile you imagine — before shaking his head, “ok, baby. If Chris Evans ever asks I’ll say nothing about how you prefer my arms to his.”

“Hmm, good. Can’t have him knowing the truth, Haji. He’d be absolutely heartbroken.”

And as you watch the joy dance across his face, you cannot help but think that never have you been more in love than now, with Hajime Iwaizumi — the most beautiful, most prettiest, and most handsome man you have ever seen.