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"𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞"

♡︎ 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫: 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐢 (𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫)

♥︎ 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲 21𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 2021

♡︎ 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬: 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 , 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭!

♥︎ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡… 𝐛𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞. 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.

♡︎ 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 & 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭. <3

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:

↳ 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛

↳ 𝐛𝐚𝐫 (𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐢 𝐝𝐨)

↳ 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 (𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬)

𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬:

↳ 50 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬- 24/08/21

↳ 100 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 26/08/21

↳ 150 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 28/08/21

↳ 200 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀 01/09/21

↳ 250 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 03/09/21

↳ 300 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 04/09/21

↳ 350 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 05/09/21

↳ 400 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 06/09/21

↳ 450 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 08/09/21

↳ 500 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 10/09/21

↳ 550 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 13/09/21

↳ 600 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 15/09/21

↳ 650 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 21/09/21

↳ 700 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 27/09/21

↳ 750 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 09/10/21

↳ 800 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 23/10/21

↳ 850 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 11/11/21

↳ 900 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 28/12/21

↳ 950 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 03/04/22

↳ 1000 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 14/04/22

↳ 1050 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 03/06/22

𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬:

↳ 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬:

♡︎ 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 18+ 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

♥︎ 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞

♡︎ 𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭

♥︎ 𝐢'𝐦 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚, 𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢, 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚, 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐢'𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲. 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 <3

♡︎ 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤

Oikawa Tōru is the type of boyfriend who would bend you over the bathroom counter and pound into you from behind. He’d pull your ponytail back and make you watch the scene from the mirror while he stares straight at you from the mirror, his brown eyes half lidded and a smirk plastered on his face.

His strong arms grip your ass, and you could see his bulky biceps. His torso was naked and you could see his abs.

This man gives you no mercy, as he drills in and you keep banging into the counter. Moans and whimpers escape your mouth as you try and stay quiet because you wouldn’t want his friends downstairs to hear how well Oikawa was fucking his girlfriend.

“That’s it pretty girl. Keep watching”, he groans into your ears as he pulls on your hair to keep your head facing the mirror. “Look at what a mess you are. Such a dirty, dirty little slut. My slut.”

Then, he jerks his hips and slams into you all of a sudden, earning a yelp followed by a loud moan from you. Your cheeks feel like they’re on fire and you pray that nobody heard you. But who are you kidding? They’re probably all standing outside the bathroom door jerking off to those pretty sounds and waiting for Oikawa to finish off with you so they can have a go. The thought drives you wild and you feel overwhelmingly stimulated. You clench around his cock.

“Such a little slut. You really want the others to hear, don’t you?”, he breathes into your ear.

Whimpering, you shake your head, trying to deny, but you both knew the truth.

And luckily, it wouldn’t be too long before your dream becomes a reality.

Sorry if this has any errors. I just decided to do a quick post randomly out of nowhere so I hope you guys enjoy it :)

omgggg yesss i ammmm

i wanna get back into uploading bcs i’m so bored

i missed u popping up sm 😭

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ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: sᴜɴᴀ ʀɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ̄

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ | sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ: ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, sᴘᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ, ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ, sʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴇxʜɪʙɪᴛɪᴏɴɪsᴍ, sᴀᴅɪsᴍ

ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴏᴍɢ ɪ ᴘᴏsᴛᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀɢᴇs- ᴄᴏɴɢʀᴀᴛs ᴍᴇ ɪɢ! ɴᴏ, ɪ ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅɪᴇ

You went for Atsumu’s game since he was constantly nagging for you to come to one of his games to show you “all the cool stuff n’ tricks he learnt” as he likes to put it but who would’ve thought that you’d be fucking with the middle blocker from his team.

I hope you have an amazing day you are fabulous!!

♡︎ 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 1000 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 ♡︎

𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲

These boys would see another guy talking to you at a party and walk up to you with confidently and wrap their arms around your waist and kiss your forehead.

“Whose this asshole?”, your boyfriend ask you.

“Asshole?”, they scoff.

You remain silent and purse your lip. Rolling your eyes, you watch the person walk away. Then you lock eyes onto your boyfriend and raise a brow.

“Really? They were just asking where the toilet was”, you shake your head.

“Probably asking so they take you and fuck you”, they narrow their eyes, watching the innocent guy just walk away.

Kuroo Tetsurō as your chemistry professor in university only has two words to describe it: trouble and hot. You noticed how he stared at you during the lectures but decided to ignore his strong presence. You noticed how he snaked around the hall, then slowed down behind you as he leaned over you work, glancing over your shoulder. His soft chuckle would echo in your mind as his warm breath fans your neck when he corrects your mistake.

“Ahh~ You’re right, my bad”, you chuckled nervously, correcting your work.

“Of course darling”, he whispered the last part, making sure only you heard it.

You turn your face to your right and meet his eyes, your faces inches apart. Lips inches apart. Inches apart from intimacy. Inches apart from grabbing the sides of his face and locking his lips onto yours. Inches away-

Then he’d walk off, pacing back to the front.

That man. That man made you feel nervous and lustful all at once. You couldn’t even pick what you wanted to feel about him.

That was until you stumbled into a similar looking man in a nightclub while you were intoxicated, holding the whole damn bottle of alcohol.

“Shit, I’m sorry”, you shook your head and waved your hands in front of you as well as the open bottle.

“That’s quite alright darling”.

That voice. That cologne. That tone. It all reminded you of… Of… Of your chemistry professor.

Looking up, you meet a pair of hazel eyes and it locks onto you, staring down at you half lidded as the red strobe lights reflect onto the side of his face, intensifying his features.

“Prof-”

“Y/n, enough with the formalities.”

Your eyes widen and you shake your head, trying to comprehend if this is the same man who teaches you. He inches closer to you, making you unintentionally step back with each step he takes forward. Soon, your up against a wall and he’s towering over you, his hand above your head. He tilts his head and you fan each other’s faces with both of your hot breaths.

“Do you want me?”, he said in a low sultry voice, the deep tone of his voice sending a vibration through you.

“Wha-”

“Y/n.”

“Yes”, you sheepishly said then tore away from his gaze, looking down at the ground at your shoes.

Your chin was tilted up softly and he made you look at him for a second before he smashed his lips onto yours, reminding you of what you wanted to do to him in the middle of your class the day before.

He pressed you up against the wall and you respond to the passionate kiss with the same intensity. He shoved his tongue into your mouth and you let him dominate over you, feeling like putty in his arms as he keeps you standing up. If his hands were around your waist, you could say goodbye to your balance and your knees would buckle no doubt about it. You throw your arms around his neck and lace your fingers through his midnight hairs, tugging. Pulling away for one second, he regains his breath but before continuing you ask him a question.

“Something in your pocket is poking me sir”, you say, shuffling around, assuming it’s his keys or something.

A soft chuckle made you feel dumb, then he replies.

“Oh darling, nothing ‘s in my pockets.”

Your eyes widen as you come to realisation but before you could say anything, he presses his lips against yours, resuming what would soon lead to a very hot and spicy night.

Iwaizumi Hajime as an athletic trainer is truly something if you’re his girlfriend. He just loves sitting back on the couch, arms on the headrest, leaned back, legs spread apart as his eyes prey on your body right in front of him while you workout. You stand with your back to him, legs apart as you lean forward to touch the ground, ass high up. Feeling his intense presence made you stand up straight and decide to say something to break the silence between you two.

“Haji, I know you just came back from work and you’re tired but can’t you relax somewhere else”, you turn to face him and huff, placing your hands on your hips as you pout and lean on one foot. “I’m trying to follow a workout video here”, you point to the TV.

Silence.

Raising an eyebrow, you narrow your eyes, examining him. He was wearing his grey sweatpants and a white tee, slightly tight around his bulky arms.

“Do you mind?”

“No, not at all, continue darling”, he said in a monotonous voice, trying to keep in the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Gritting your teeth, you realise that he won’t budge. You turn back around and resume your workout, trying to finish it as soon as you could. It was so typical of Iwaizumi. Of course he wanted to see you do all those stretches, bending over, ass high in the air with the tight fabric covering it. You lean over again but this time when you turn back up, you feel something press up against you behind you. Eyes widening, you notice two big hands slither around your waist, gripping it and rubbing it up against them.

“Ha-Haj-”

“Pretty ass all presented for me~”, he leaned over your back, keeping you down as he slurred into your ear. “What did you expect?”

Whimpering, you were unable to stand up straight and remained in the hunched position with Iwaizumi’s crotch right up against your ass. You squirm around, rubbing against his bulge and no ones surprise, he grunted, enjoying the friction.

“Remember how you said you knew I was tired from work?”, he smirked, tilting back up and turning you are around to face him.

You look up at him while he towers over you, gripping your ass cheeks from the fabric and squeezing it. You let out a small yelp and slightly jump forward, your hands flat against his chest. He stared down at your innocent doe eyes gazing up at him.

You nod, responding to his question.

“Well, I got a little energy left for one more work out session”, then he smirked. “And I need a training partner darling.”

Kageyama Tobio as a playboy in university is one the most infuriating yet infatuating person you would have ever met. And he had his eyes on you since the moment you walked into that lecture room that year. And every lesson, he’d stare at you. And every time, he wouldn’t remember a single thing he learnt that day.

But who would have thought that you’d be in his old volleyball jersey, sprawled across his bed with him ramming into you with such speed and force that you’d feel like you’d pass out?

How did this come to be?

“Tutor him just for a term please. I don’t want him to fall behind and beside, I feel like he’s taken a liking to you”, your professor said.

Ah yes.

If by taking a liking to you meant fucking you then sure. You knew it was wrong. You knew he was the playboy of the school. Slept with any girl you look around your class in. Ignored them the next day. “Fucked and chucked em” as he liked to call it in front of his friends but this? This was different. The way he was careful with you and made sure everything was perfect before he full on went upon you with the animal nature he was notorious for.

“T-Tob-”, you begin but we’re cut off with his lips locking onto yours and shoving his tongue in.

Moans erupted as you let him dominate over. He traces him lips all the way down to your neck, pecking and praising your body with kisses. His cold chain came to contact with your body and shook you back into reality.

“Mmmmhm”, his deep voice hummed, vibrating sending shivers down your spine.

“I-I’m cl-”

“Go on princess”, he slurred in that sultry voice of his as he looked down on you, his wispy black locks fell on his face, contrasting his blue eyes while he clutched the headboard with his hands.

Even as you released, he didn’t stop drilling into you. All that could be heard from that room was the slapping of skin on one another, moans and groans and other sweet sexual sounds. The aroma was erotic and hot. If this was Kageyama’s idea of tutoring, then you’d want this every time you come over.

Maybe one term isn’t enough tutoring.

ooooo that sounds really niceee

i hope it’s going well for you :)