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‎♡‧₊˚ ꒰ FEATURING ꒱ : virgin!sakusa

‎♡‧₊˚ ꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : virginity loss, vanilla sex, sakusa having a lil internal power struggle <3

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sakusa always prided himself in having a cool exterior – a built-in mask that he could use to hide his true feelings from prying eyes. there weren’t many things that made him weak, that broke that shield of his. but you had striped it away the moment he felt your bare, glistening cunt drag along his cock.

his heart was pounding in his ears, yet all his blood was rushing south, his cock growing impossibly harder as you grind down against him. he lets out a surprisingly long moan as you run your fingers through his curly hair, tugging on it harshly when you reach the back of his head.

so, you think, kiyoomi likes it a little rough.

but he was also one for wanting to be in control of the situations he usually found himself in, and this one was no different. experience be damned, he wanted to prove to you that he had what it takes to please you – to have you crawling back to him and begging for more.

“baby…” he breathlessly whines against your lips, the way you kept teasing him – rubbing his length between your folds had him weak, keeping him in place like he was under some sort of spell. and maybe he was, because he had never felt like this in his whole life. so excited, so nervous, so alive.

“omi-” you purr against his swollen lips, before stealing another kiss like you were trying to steal his very last breath. and the thing is – he’d let you. “don’t you want to fuck me already?”

his eyes flew open as his grip around your waist tightened, digging into your plush flesh. you pulled back, flashing him those siren eyes and tantalizing smile. yeah, he was definitely under your spell.

but something deep within him stirred as he scooped you under your thighs, lifting you slightly so he could toss you on the bed, quickly climbing over you — properly lining himself up to your awaiting, soppy cunt.

“been waiting for this moment for such a long time.” he presses a surprisingly soft kiss against your temple before bullying his way into you. he relished in the sounds you made, the sweet cries swirled around in his head on a loop, leaving him drunk on the power he felt from it.

there was no way he could hold back, not with the way your cunt sucked him in, practically doing all the work for him.

his breath ghosts against your skin the whole time he’s thrusting into you – too infatuated with you to bare any distance. some of his words get muffled into your bones as his lips are plush against your shoulder, speaking honeyed filled praises as he drives himself deeper within you.

he didn’t think he’d be so obsessed. with your cries, the way you clench around his cock as if you were trying to hold him in place – and the warmth. how warm you were, it’s like he could feel all your love for him wrapped around his cock – melting the last bit of his icy exterior. 

and it only made him fuck you harder.

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feel good - sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader sakusa tells you he's never had a blowjob before so you decide to make him feel good. 18+ NSFW CONTENT

“Wait, you’re serious?!”

That reaction was expected; Kiyoomi had already practiced, and rehearsed his explanation in his head countless times as to why he’s never made a girl cum before and always refused blowjobs.

“You’ve never made a girl finish?” You watch as he shrugs his shoulders, mumbling something about it not being a big deal, and leans forward to grab another beer, cracking it open easily and downs it, hoping to get drunk enough to not remember this conversation in the morning.

“Kiyoomi! Don’t just drink your problems away!” He dodges your hand reaching for his beer can, swatting you away casually. 

“I’m not doing that.” He takes another swig, and you scoff, moving back to your spot on the couch. 

“And you’ve never had a blowjob? Why?”

“It’s not that big of a deal. Just don’t see the appeal of it.”

“Appeal of what? Pleasure? You know it feels good, right?” 

He gives you a sidelong glance, finishing up the rest of his drink then tossing the can onto the table. You slide up a little closer, your knee brushing against his thigh. “You don’t wanna feel good, Omi?”

Kiyoomi hates the way you say his name, the way you give it a little kick that runs straight to his cock. He hates the way you look up at him as you ask if he wants to feel good. 

“Personal space.” His thigh, built from years of training, muscle firm and thick, knudges against your knee with enough force to push you back, giving him back the pleasant space between you both.

It doesn’t help much, though, as the scent of your perfume and shampoo still lingers. 

“ Omi, please. I want to make you feel good. I want your first ever blowjob—”

Sakusa sighs, rubbing an agitated hand across his forehead. “Don’t call it that.”

“That’s what it is!” You flap your arms in the air. “What should I call it instead? Sucky fucky? Mouth to dick resuscitation? Dick in—”

One second you were running your mouth, the next your mouth was occupied with his tongue, licking into you with such fervor. Your eyes squeeze shut when you come to the realisation that this is real, this is happening. 

His warm, calloused hands hold a tight grip on your face as you shift forward, reclosing the space between you both. You topple on top of him when he roughly grabs your hips, tugging you on top of him.

“W—wait, wait—” You hold your breath for a second when he parts away from you, watching the line of spit trailing from your mouth to his snap.

“What?” He sounds breathless, irritated, hands tugging at the zipper on your shorts, eager to rip it off your body now that he’s in the mood.

It’s weird seeing him like this. Kiyoomi is a classified neat freak, always smoothening the creases on his shirt, never liking things out of place, angrily wiping the spit off his face when Atsumu sprays it, rather than saying it. 

“Why won’t this come off?” You giggle at his impatience, grabbing his wrists and relishing in the confused look on his face as you manevour yourself atop of him. 

“ I wanted to make you feel good. Remember?” Your voice sounds sweet, syrupy, beside his ear, slowly trailing your lips down the side of his cheek. “You gonna let me?”

His adam’s apple bobs when he swallows, sucking in a long, winded inhale as his eyes dart over your face, testing his patience, his resilience when you sink your teeth into your bottom lip. 

“Hurry up. Before I change my mind.”

You roll your eyes playfully, reaching inside to pull his cock out. It was thick in your hand, long and flushed from base to tip. The sparkle in your eyes at his go-to sends a tingle coursing through him, the shimmy of your hips as you tug his shorts down. “Gonna make you feel so good, Omi.”

“Stop talking.” He exhales at the feeling of your tongue tracing shapes onto the outline of his cock, evident and thick through his boxers. Sakusa watches you with hooded eyes, shoulders tensing when you fist at his cock, dragging your hand up slowly, then back down. 

You shift a little closer, resting your thumb on the top of his shaft, cautiously bracing your hands along his thigh, wetting your lips with your tongue. 

When your lips were slick with spit, you inch forward, engulfing the tip of his cock into your hot mouth. He groans unexpectedly, not expecting the sudden warmth to surround his cock. 

“Oh fuck —” It shouldn’t turn you on this much hearing him so breathless when you haven’t even done anything yet. Mouth full of cock, unable to speak, you hide your retort on your tongue, sliding your tongue languidly down his shaft. 

He throws his head back, giving you a delicious view of his throat, saliva pooling in your mouth with the urge to bite at it. After a couple moments of staring at the sweat sliding from his jaw, you tap at his thigh to grab his attention. “Keep your eyes on me, Omi.” 

Your words are muffled, and watered down by the amount of saliva in your mouth, pulling away to let it fall onto the tip before sucking it back into your mouth. 

He’s struggling to focus on anything but the feeling of your mouth teasing gently at his cock, and internally thanks you for bringing this topic up because damn, he was missing out. He understands now; understands why whenever Atsumu meets a pretty girl with nice lips— his words, not Kiyoomi’s— he’s taking her upstairs for some fun.

The sight of you makes his cock twitch, accompanied by the moan you let out once you feel it. It’s getting messier, his heavy breathing is getting louder. Saliva pooling from your mouth drips down, and he’s catching it using the tip of his thumb, his mind a nest of fog and haze as he tries to focus on the warm suction of your mouth.

“Shit.” 

His hips jerk forward and you choke, your tight throat convulsing around his tip, and he would feel bad at how the sound of you choking turned him on more, had him wanting to tangle his fingers in your hair and push you down to slip himself further inside your tight throat. He would feel bad about that, if it wasn’t for your body rising, hips shimmying from side to side as you brace your hands on his hips for leverage, taking his cock deeper in your mouth. 

He’s so thick inside you, your jaw aches, and your eyes are pooling with tears, but you’re desperate to hear that noise once more, that choked off moan he let out when he let his guard down. 

He watches with focused eyes as the tears gather at the corner of your eyes, watches the way they threaten to fall as you suck a little harder at his cock.

“You’re so fucking pretty.” He can’t help himself, and you freeze when you hear it, giving your jaw a temporary lunch break, flicking your eyes up to him. The sight of him is gorgeous; his lips are parted slightly, broad chest expanding and deflating as he struggles to catch his breath. 

The only time you’ve seen him this breathless is after a long day of practice. 

You forget where you are and what you’re doing, mouth vibrating around his cock as you try to call him pretty too. He groans, a low sound that sends a tingle straight down to your legs, fighting back the urge to touch yourself. 

He watches as you swallow him back down, as you peek up at him through your lashes, as you hold the heated eye contact for a moment before closing your eyes, focusing on pushing him closer to his peak.

He wants to be louder, wants you to let him know how good you feel, how warm your mouth is, but it’s like he’s tongue tied, only making subtle grunts when he slips too far down your throat. 

You moan around his cock, back arching in a way that he can see the long slope of your body, hands tingling with the urge to fuck you into the couch.

There’s a ticklish feeling down by his balls and he jerks his eyes away from your body, down to your hands. You tug gently, rolling them between your soft fingertips. 

“Fuc—fuck—” He stutters out, hips thrusting forward one time more, burying himself in the heat of your mouth, hot cum spilling out beyond his control. 

Your cheeks hollow as you suck the rest of his cum from his tip, humming to lure the rest out. His hands tangle in your hair and he’s pulling you off his cock with a gasp.

Your hands fly to your throat, massaging it from the outside to ease the burn, and he watches, breathlessly panting, as you compose yourself.

“So—” You cough, and he notices how hoarse your voice is. “Feel good?”

He could lie; could keep his ego and watch you frown and attempt to suck him off again because you’re you, and you never back down from a challenge.

When he’s silent, the frown on your lips play anyway, and as you inch forward, he shifts back, until you’re on top of him, caging him in with your arms beside his head. 

He meets you halfway when you lean down,  capturing your lips together in a heated kiss. He can taste himself on your tongue and despite how disgusting that makes him feel, the twitch of his cock tells a different story. He’s licking into your mouth, eager to drive the taste of him away, now desperate to taste you. 

With a push, your back hits the couch gently, and you bite at your lip as he flips the position, caging you in this time. You smile up at him, hands sliding along the length of his arms to tangle behind his neck. “You never answered my question, Omi.”

“Shut up.” Your grin grows, inching upwards to kiss him, your lips brushing his cheek as he looks down to your shorts, unzipping them all the way before sliding them off. You gasp as he tugs you forward, bending down so his lips brush yours. “Lemme make you feel good.”

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Virgin!Sakusa didn't need to watch porn to masturbate, in fact, he hated it. He just needed to get his head in gear to imagine you in his and get a cumshot in less than a minute.

Virgin!Sakusa swore and swore he wouldn't fuck you until you, the non-virgin, were ready. Until then he used a pillow to jerk off while imagining you on his bed, with an incredible view of your ass and of you begging for more.

Virgin!Sakusa's first time was so unimaginable that he got hard every time he thought about the white liquid forming at the base of his cock every time you bounced on it.

"Look at you, you're making a fucking mess on my cock. Don't stop please, don't do it."

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Chapters: 16/16 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sakusa Kiyoomi/Reader, Sakusa Kiyoomi & Reader Characters: Sakusa Kiyoomi, Hinata Shouyou, Miya Atsumu, Reader, Bokuto Koutarou, Komori Motoya Additional Tags: Post-Time Skip, Roommates, Mutual Pining, Smut, Suggestive Themes, Reader-Insert, MSBY Black Jackals - Freeform, Slow Burn Summary:

Being roommates with Sakusa Kiyoomi is easy. Nothing happens between you two besides occasional dinner chats, but when Sakusa needs to tell you about a particularly hard practice, his day gets even harder.

Omg?? Who do I think I am updating after a 2 year hiatus? Idk. I doubt anyone even cares about this anymore but I think that it deserved an ending at least. (by ending I mean it deserved a final sex scene bye)

#haikyuu smut #haikyu smut #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa fanfiction #sakusa #sakusa smut #kiyoomi x y/n #sakusa x reader #sakusa x y/n #haikyuu atsumu #bokuto koutarou #hinata shoyuo

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freshman year is over so i got a tattoo🤝 i hope y’all like it

#haikyuu!! #jayslife.🧍🏻‍♀️

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Found it on wattpad can't stop laughing 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

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reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts

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Hey! Just a quick reminder that Cinco de Mayo is not widely celebrated in Mexico, nor is it Mexican Independence Day. Cinco de Mayo commemorates the Mexican army’s victory in a battle against the French in 1862, in what is known as the Battle of Puebla, and it is only celebrated... well, in Puebla and in the US by white people who would probably yell at me to go back to my country if they ever caught me speaking Spanish in their presence.

Now if y’all still want to honor Mexico in this day, you might not be aware of the train that collapsed on Mexico City during the night on May 3th due to governmental negligence, which left several people gravelly injured and some people sadly passed away. They were all working class, and they don’t have the resources to pay their medical bills, and the government is not being helpful at all with their situation. Here’s an article about it and how you can help.

Also here are some links about what’s happening in Colombia and Latin America as a whole.

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Hellfire » Todoroki Enji

WORDCOUNT : 4.9k words. 

WARNINGS : smut, age difference, quirk play, swearing, breeding kink, daddy kink.

You know what they say: Fuck his dad.

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on the job

minors do not interact

warnings: 18+, sex pollen (which means there are noncon/dubcon elements), reader is a sex worker, cum play/cum eating, semi-public masturbation, unprotected sex, sex toys, degradation, slight overstim

pairing: bakugou x fem!reader

wc: 4.5k

summary: Super human society has a secret. Aphrodisiac quirks aren’t just the things of porn and fantasy–they’re actually quite common and too often fall into the wrong hands. Heroes, of course, do the best that they can, but when they get hit, they must be taken off the line of duty and someone needs to be able to activate the quirk’s release condition. If they’re single, who might that someone be? Obviously, you.

a/n: Many thanks to @lady-bakuhoe​ for cheerleading me through this whole idea and inspiring, shall we say, next steps ;)

If it weren’t for the NDAs, there were certain things you’d want people to know.

The first would be that you really liked your job. It was a simple truth, a pleasant one, since most people don’t get to say that they like their job as much as you liked yours. But, unfortunately, you couldn’t tell anyone, anyone, what your job was. You had to say broadly that you were a gig worker, that you worked on commission. If pushed, you’d say it was government contracted and that everything else was secret. After all, no one wanted society to panic.

Think of the children.

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#THIS IS SO GOOD #PLS READ

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MHA MEN + “SEND NUDES?”

—nsfw + f! reader + various characters + sexting + male masturbation + cum play + more

feat. deku | midoriya, todoroki, iida, tokoyami, fatgum, + shigaraki.

1.3k words | you playfully ask the guys to “send nudes.”

midoriya stands in front of his bedroom mirror, leaning back in an easy stance, and drags his shirt up, just past his belly button, baring the slightest peek of skin, sure you can see the dark trail of hair and the fine lines of muscle cutting across his stomach.

with the flash on, glinting as bright as the grin on his face, he snaps the photo, and sends it to you.

you text back in seconds, hungry for more: 

tease. :(

he laughs, shaking his head at how easy you seem to make this little game - you’re predictable, and he loves it. mussing up his hair for the camera, he leans back again, and takes another photo; this time, his shirt is on the floor.

“silly girl… tell me what you really want.”

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might just fuck around and do an aizawa drabble tn idk i just have so much aizawa brainrot

#bnha aizawa #i finally caught up with the anime #he lives in my mind rent free #jayslife.🧍🏻‍♀️

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so... hinata’s fat balls, am i right?

#god u r so right

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the walls are thin dumbass. chapter eight-

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the next part should be written, so if that takes a while, you know why <3

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I haven’t even been apart of hq tumblr for long, and I know people are allowed to have their own headcanons of characters and it’s perfectly valid...

but GOD if I see one more post of Sakusa’s entire personality just being a giant germaphobe who won’t touch his s/o because ‘ew germs!!1!’ - i’m going to lose it.

There’s a huge difference between taking care of your personal hygiene and just wanting things to be neat/clean vs being a germaphobe.

Why can’t Omi be someone who’s always wanting to hold his s/o’s hand because his love language is physical touch? Why can’t he be someone who kisses you first thing in the morning before you’ve even brushed your teeth because he’s so in love with how you look all cosy and warm in bed that he just has to have a taste of your lips? Why can’t he be someone who doesn’t mind it when the ice cream drips down his fingers while he’s sharing a cone with you on a hot summer’s day, because he’s just happy to be with you and that’s all he can think about?

Please can we respect him as a character and flesh him out as more than just someone who’s so scared of germs he’ll run away unless you’re covered in bleach? Obviously you can have your own opinions about his character but if all you can write about is how he needs to shower at least twice a day, always carry wipes etc. you should evaluate whether or not you’ve truly grasped him as a character.

#i see this so much #and in the earlier days of writing my fic i feel like it was a bad characterization of him #i’m trying to undo that but obviously i won’t go back and edit the stuff i already published bc i mean thats long done #but i hope my understanding of his character now is better than it was #sighs