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a day in the life of sakusa kiyoomi—(featuring you, his wonderful lover)

atsumu’s part here

6:30 AM:

“Omi, nooo.”

“Let go, y/n. I gotta.”

“No.”

“Come on, don’t be a brat,” he groans.

“If you love me, you’ll stay.” Sakusa sighs, pecking your forehead softly, hand gliding over your back as he feels you against him. It’s warm and it’s home, and he’s almost tempted to stay glued to you.

Almost.

“I have to go jog, I’ll be back,” he mumbles, unlatching himself despite your hands attempting to claw their way back to him. “Stop that, you’re—hey! Don’t smack my ass, weirdo.”

And even though his cheeks are tainted red and he’s thoroughly embarrassed, he grins to himself when he walks to the bathroom and hears your giggles.

7:20 AM:

“Omi, quit picking at the calluses on your hands.”

“‘M not,” he denies through a quiet mumble, hiding his hands under the table with a pout.

“You’re hopeless.”

The plate of breakfast placed before makes his heart flutter. Sakusa can’t stop the little chuckle he lets out when he sees the strawberries assembled into a little heart on the plate.

“And you’re a cliche sap,” he teases. And when he catches the spoon you throw at him, smirking when you groan at his athleticism, he almost considers skipping practice.

“Hurry and eat, you’ll be late.”

“I’m never late.”

“I don’t care, shut up and eat,” you huff. His chair scoots closer to yours when you settle next to him with your own plate.

7:34 AM:

“Y/n, y/n—oh my goodness—okay, that’s enough. I’ll be late—oh my god,” he groans through the onslaught of kisses you place on his face. He pretends he’s annoyed, but the blush and the wobble of his lips as he fights back a smile says otherwise.

Sakusa loves goodbye kisses, you’re no fool.

“Okay,” you peck his lips one last time. “There, I’m done. Now you may go.” He shuffles a little and stares at the ground, pout on his face.

“Ahem,” he clears his throat.

“You’ll be late, what are you—”

“You’re forgetting two things.”

“What?” He glares at you, and you glare back.

“First of all, you’re supposed to say I love you? What happened to that?” Rolling your eyes, you purse your lips at him with a raised brow.

“Kay, I love you. What else do you need?”

“Thank you, I love you too.” His eyes meet the floor again. “You missed a spot,” he murmurs quietly. And even though you laugh at him, and he scowls and shoves you away for a bit, you place two big kisses to his moles, sending him off.

7:57 AM:

“Omi, why’re ya smilin’ at yer phone like that?” Sakusa’s grin instantly drops, and his usual scowl graces his features. Atsumu tends to have that effect on him.

“Ooh! Are you talking to y/n? I love y/n! Tell y/n I said hi!” Bokuto’s voice is booming loud as ever—too loud for eight am on a Monday morning for him.

“No, you don’t need to say hi—”

“Tell y/n I said hi too!” He glares at a certain ginger instantly. He’s a bit annoyed that his last minute conversation with you before weight training is interrupted, but he doesn’t deny that deep down, he’s at home here too, surrounded by three loud mouths he can’t escape.

He shoots a quick message with a scowl on his face.

Bokuto and Hinata said hi

And Atsumu too he adds after the setter insists through whines.

And when he gets a tell them I said hi too! he can’t help but smile softly again—although it drops two seconds after when Atsumu opens his mouth once more.

12:36 PM:

“My shoulder hurts.”

“You slacked off on your stretches again, didn’t you?” He doesn’t meet your eyes as he unpacks his bento.

“No.” He did. And he knows you know, but Sakusa doesn’t like being scolded. Especially not on his lunch break.

“Yes you did, Kiyoomi,” you say sternly. And he pouts, unhappy with your tone.

“Don’t yell at me, I’m hungry, I don’t deserve this right now.” He pulls out the note you left him, scanning over the sweet message, noticing the little bunch of hearts on the bottom next to your signed name. He cracks a smile, turning the note to face you through the screen. “You’re a cliche sap part two.”

“And you’re an idiot who can’t take care of himself part two. Quit picking at your calluses and quit slacking on your stretches. Make sure you stretch longer before practice.” Sakusa glares at you through his phone, but his heart does a little squeeze at how you take care of him.

“Kay, whatever, you’re rude. Now tell me about your day so far.” He’s kept very entertained throughout his lunch break as he hears your rambles about trivial things.

8:17 PM:

“I’m home,” Sakusa calls out. Silence. With a frown, he calls out “I said I’m home,” louder this time.

“Oh my god, I’m coming, you’ll live if you’re not greeted in two seconds,” you huff as you emerge from the bathroom. But still, your hands cup his cheeks gently, pulling him into a searing kiss with a soft smile on your face.

“I could very well die,” he mumbles in between kisses, burying his head into your neck and pecking the skin there as your hands smooth through his curls. “Missed you.”

“Me too. Dinner’s gonna be ready in a bit, go shower,” you whisper.

“No, not yet.”

“Omi, we’ll cuddle after—”

“Yeah, but I wanna cuddle now.” Smiling to yourself, you rub over his shoulder, the one you know is sore, and he slacks more weight into you.

“Hey,” you whisper.

“What?”

“I love you.”

“Yeah, I love you too,” Sakusa grins before tugging you along to your shared room, plopping himself on top of you in bed.

8:33 PM:

“And then I was spiking the ball, and I saw him just trip in the corner,” he snorts along with you, shaking his head as he recounts details from practice. “He thought no one noticed but I’m pretty sure everyone did.”

“I saw a kid trip at the grocery store today,” you chuckle. “I’m going to hell for laughing.” Sakusa cracks a large grin, poking your cheek with his index finger.

“You’re going to hell anyway.”

“So are you.”

“That’s why we’re a match made in heaven. Or hell. You know what? Both.” His hand finds yours under the table, squeezing it gently as your thumb rubs over his knuckles. “Oh yeah, I need a hair cut, remind me to make an appointment later this week.”

“No, Omi! It’s not even that long,” you whine.

“Yes it is, it gets in eyes when I go to serve.”

“Then wear clips. You look hot with longer hair,” you insist, making him scowl.

“No, that’s weird.” But he can’t help but sigh when your pout deepens, weak to his knees at the look. “Fine, I’ll do it like next week or something instead,” he mutters. The smug grin on your face makes him roll his eyes, but the brightness in your eyes fills him up to the brim with warmth.

11:31 PM:

“Can we go to bed now, love?” Sakusa yawns, nudging you from his spot on your chest. You hum as you scroll through your phone.

“What are you? An old man? Only grandpas head in for the night at eleven thirty.” He raises an eyebrow.

“You nap all day, you lazy brat. That’s why you’re never tired at night.”

“Excuse me, I did a lot of work today, don’t even start. A few smacks of a ball shouldn’t get you this tired.” He pulls the blanket over his body, huffing as he gets comfortable on top of your body.

“Fine, you stay up, I’ll sleep.”

“Omi, don’t sleep on me, you’re heavy.”

“Oh well,” he mumbles, already dozing off. You want to be mad, but he looks utterly beautiful in his sleep, cheek smooshed against your chest, face calm and at peace. He looks a few years younger, and you can’t help but smile to yourself, pushing back the hair from his face and kissing his moles.

“I guess your hair has gotten a bit longer,” you whisper. “Goodnight, Omi. I love you.” And Sakusa, as if he knows, smiles a bit in his sleep, humming contentedly.

He considers today a pretty good day.

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[11:37 P.M.]

“Can I sleep now?” His head lies flat on your shoulder while he fiddles with your fingers in his larger hands, his silent sighs dissipating in the cool air.

“Not yet,” you press, massaging his scalp and twirling your fingers through his hair. A hand of his drops to your thighs, a tiny squeeze jolts your nerves before he rubs the fabric that hugs it, creating tingles that arise underneath. “Wait a little longer, okay, Baby?”

“How much longer,” he groans.

“Uhm,” you drag, picking up your phone and clicking the power button before returning it beside your leg on the couch, “about twenty-three minutes.” He sighs louder this time, patting your thigh before lifting his head off your shoulder and pushing himself up. “Wait, Hajime, don’t leave yet,” you adjure while grabbing his wrist. “It’s only twenty-three minutes, I promise to let you sleep in late tomorrow, please?” Your pleading eyes make him roll his own, huffing when he plops himself lazily on the couch again.

“Fine,” he mumbles, letting his head fall to your lap. “Only twenty-three-”

“Twenty-two, now.”

“Twenty-two minutes. Then we’re going to sleep, okay?”

“Of course, Baby.” Your fingers twiddle strands of his tufts of hair with his hand finding your leg once again.

Twenty-one minutes have passed. Your eyes stayed glued to the clock. The second the time changes to midnight your head dips to his ear. “Happy birthday, Hajime,” you whisper, connecting your lips to his sharp jawline and pecking his cheek.

You weren’t surprised to find him already asleep, his tiny snores telling you just that. You chuckle to yourself, carrying his head off your lap and placing a pillow under. It takes you about fifteen seconds to grab a blanket from your shared bed, draping it over his frame before climbing in yourself. You thread your legs with his as his head unintentionally nudges in your chest and his arms wrap around your waist subconsciously.

“Happy birthday,” you mutter one more time before letting yourself lean into him and letting your mind go dormant in his grasp. Hopefully, you’ll be here again for another one.

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he was watching you do your makeup for a while now and still didn't understand why you wanted to put it on. you looked pretty without it in his opinion, "so this is..mascara right?" He asked picking up the tube on your vanity. You hummed in response, "Put it on me." You grinned turning towards him, "Yay! Ok hold still dummy."

You cupped his cheek as if to keep him steady while you put the mascara on him, carefully stroking it on his lashes. Rin's lips curled into a small smile, "Just know this is a one time thing dumbass, I don't want you getting any ideas." You rolled your eyes at the comment, "Shush I'm done stupid." You pulled back to admire your work, "My pretty boy rinny.." You muttered, making your fox like boyfriend melt in your touch

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"Cmon baby pleasee, you'd so cute with it on!" You pleaded with Kei, who shot you a 'you better not beg me for anything else after this.' look. "Fine, just this once." He put down the book he was reading, leaving the bookmark on the page. Luckily this day he had decided to use the contacts you bought him a while back, grabbing your cosmetics back your rummaged through it before you found your mascara. Climbing onto his lap you, then twisted the top open. "Is..is it really necessary for you to be on my lap?"

"Kei calm down I've sat on your lap before, besides if I wanna do it correctly I need to be as close as possible, so yes." You explained. "Now hold still and try your best not to complain." You carefully stroked the bristles on his eye lashes, you went over twice to make sure it was dark enough and then closed the top. "Done! Aww Kei you look pretty!" You cooed kissing his cheek, The blonde middle blocker blushed ever so lightly, still maintaining his stoic expression. "Shut up..now let me do you."

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«Visage of a Friend»

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It can cover many meanings.

Venti seeing the visage of his departed friend from the statue, serenely smiling as he always remembers it, and

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(Disclaimer 2) What if it weren't Mondstadt's citizens who sculpted the largest Barbatos statue as widely believed, but his friend Morax? Thus,title also refers to how Morax views Barbatos as his friend. Morax certainly knows how to sculpt, since he sculpted Azhdaha.

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pairing: eren yeager x fem!reader

warnings: heavy smut (it’s mostly smut >.<), cunnilingus, slight dubcon (reader is intoxicated), handjob, drinking, mentions of smoking, lowkey manipulation, choking, daddy!kink, corruption!kink, dacryphilia, dumbification, size kink, creampie, unsafe sex, scumbag!eren, dom!eren, college!au

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“So, who do you know here?”

“Um, Eren. Eren Yeager?” You have to yell over the music— you aren’t even inside yet but the porch vibrates from the bass of the speakers.

The red-haired boy scoffs, nearly choking on his drink. “You know Eren?” He does a quick once-over, eyes scanning your body, cheap dress and all. “Sure about that?”

Your fingers clench into fists, but you force yourself to take a deep breath, not wanting to ruin your chances of getting into the party by telling this prick to fuck off. “Yeah.” It comes out as a hiss. “He was in my chem class.”

Another incredulous look is tossed your way. “You want me to ask him? Right now? See what he says?”

“Y’know what— whatever.”

You turn on your heels, ignoring the blooming heat on your cheeks as you hear the man snicker behind you. Gah. You aren’t even sure why you came— Eren’s a bit… annoying, in the way most guys are, but he’s been begging you to come by to one of his frat party for weeks now.

C’mon, it’ll be fun. Just come by for one drink, that’s it, for all your troubles of tutoring me.

You swear there’s a hidden tone behind his words, something mischievous, even sinister, which is why you have never gone until today: no classes, no plans. He’ll finally get off your back if you stopped by. Might as well try.

So now, whatever, you tried. He can appreciate the effort when you tell him later—

“Hey! Teach! Where are you going?”

Your heels dig into the ground on their own, forcing your body to stop at the sound of the familiar nickname— something stupid he came up with after you had to tutor him through the whole semester. You wince, wishing your legs could move, but Eren’s voice just has a certain spell on you, the convincing lift in his tone that makes you want to do whatever he wants. It’s dangerous, he’s dangerous, and all you want to do is leave.

“Oh, hey.” You turn towards him, tossing up a hand to give him a small wave. “I’m just—“

“Don’t tell me you’re leaving.” Eren bounds down the porch, a red solo cup in his hand, how clichéd. He looks like he belongs here, fitted with a blue unbuttoned shirt that gives you a front-view of his abs and khaki shorts that are a bit too tight. You try not to look so hard at the bulge.

“Y’know her, Yeager?” The dunce at the door speaks up, eyebrow furrowing as he watches the two of you talk.

“She’s my lab partner. Helped me pass chem last semester.” Eren frowns. “Don’t tell me you sent her out, Flotch. Might have to put you on clean-up duty now.”

Flotch’s face pales, making Eren turn to wink at you. “C’mon, now.” He places a hand on your lower back, giving you no room to argue as he gently pushes you back up the steps and into the house.

You try not to look so smug as you pass Flotch on your way in.

The place is absolutely packed, fraternity and sorority members and just randoms from campus sprawled out in the house. You can spot a pong game in the kitchen, there’s a group smoking from a bong on the couch, and a guy and a girl— wait, is that Connie and Sasha from psych?— dirty dancing on top of a table.

“Cool party.” You comment as you watch a couple by the stairs fully make-out, tongues wrapping around like fevered snakes. Gross.

“Thanks. Would you like a drink?”

“Yes, actually.”

Swiftly, he drags you to the kitchen with his fingers wrapped around your wrist. As he takes you through the house, your attention catches onto the coolness of his rings and the roughness of his palm instead of the wild party happening around you.

He presents you with a red solo cup. When you sniff at the red liquid suspiciously, he smirks. “It’s punch, sweetheart. Not iodide.”

Your lip twitches. “You mean cyanide, genius. But this does smell like poison.”

“It actually might be. Connie made it, so…”

“Ah.” You take a sip, managing to keep in your wince so you don’t look like an idiot in front of him. “Tastes like candy.”

He laughs, a breathless chuckle that makes your heart pound. “Alright.”

You expected him to go away by now, but he’s still here, leaning against the kitchen counter as you try your hardest to finish this drink. Even as a group of girls walk past, giggling “hey, Yeager!” in his direction, he simply lifts a hand in acknowledgment but doesn’t even leave your side to talk to them. Huh.

“Y’know, you don’t have to babysit me.”

“Ha?” Eren raises a brow, sipping on his own drink now. “What do you mean?”

“Like…” His eyes are so wide, so green, that you have to look away, lowering your gaze to your cup as you circle the rim of it with your index finger. “You can go hang out with Armin or Mikasa, your friend group or whatever. I can manage here.”

He cocks his head to the side, confused. “Do you not want me here?”

“No, no!” You jerk your head back up. “No, I just—“

Eren hides a grins as you fumble with your words, making you even more flustered. “I just… don’t want to be a burden. You don’t have to be here if you don’t want to.”

He leans in, crowding you against the counter. “I want to be here.”

“Ah—” You try for a smart retort but you can’t— it’s as if the scent of his sharp cologne is making your senses go foggy. Eren isn’t helping either, the tip of his tongue peeking out to wet his lips as he glances down your dress, checking you out in a way that felt completely different from the way Flotch was doing earlier.

“Nice dress. A step up from your groutfits.”

“Hey.” You bring your hand up to shove at his chest. “My groutfits are cool. Besides, you’re the one who wears fucking khakis to class.”

He smirks. “You pay attention to what I wear?”

Your eyes widen at his lowered tone, at the gravely sound of his laughter that follows the comment. It slowly creeps in how vulnerable you are in this position— Eren’s hands are pressed up against the cupboard above you, caving you in as his face tips over yours. Your palm is still pressed up against his chest, his tan skin warm and alive under your fingers.

“Well?” He whispers, and you can feel his breath pan against your lips, so soft and cajoling— it just makes you want to lift up on the tips of your toes to close the distance between you two.

“Only because you’d spill something all over them every single lab.” You pull him in by his collar, moving your lips to his ear. “You’re a bit of a klutz, Yeager.”

“Woah!” Jean comes stumbling through, clearly wasted, clasping an arm around Eren and effectively pushing him off of you. “Yo, Eren! Where’s the beer, bro?”

The drink in Eren’s hand sloshes all over from the movement, bright red punch making a splash right on your dress.

Eren’s eyes widen. “Oh shit, fuck, I’m sorry—“

You dab away at the fabric— the stain was going away just fine. “I’m good. Not your fault.” Your eyes flicker to Jean accusingly, who’s too busy smiling at Eren.

“Damnnnn, sorry about that. Y’know, Eren, I think there are extra t-shirts in our room, right?” He squeezes his shoulder, very obviously winking at him. “Maybe you can take your girl up there, huh?”

Eren’s eye twitches in annoyance. “Tone it down a little, yeah?”

“Yeah?” Jean wiggles his brows, teeth sparkling with his smile.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Uh, actually—“ You interrupt, glancing between the two boys as they exchange some weird secret. “I think I’ll, ah, go dry off in the bathroom. Where is it?”

“Nah, I’ll take you up to my room.” Eren quickly ushers you away from Jean, notably glaring in his direction. “There’s a bathroom in there anyway.” As you walk away from the kitchen, you could have sworn that Jean was giving Eren two thumbs-up.

Huh.

“So what was that all about?” You gently bounce onto Eren’s bed— of course, he would have a waterbed— as he digs through his closet to find a t-shirt for you to wear. His room is surprisingly clean, a few posters of indie bands up on the walls, random sports equipment neatly tucked in a corner.

“What are you talking about?” Eren pops his head out of his closet to toss you a shirt. It’s big— bigger than your dress— and smells like Eren— a mix of pine and sandalwood. He’s enough of a gentleman to turn around as you peel your dress off, but you turn your back to him as well.

“Y’know, with Jean.” You stumble as the dress pools around your waist. The jungle juice was probably as strong as it tasted. “Are you going to kill me up here or something?”

When he doesn’t respond, silence filling the room, you twist around to face him. “Um, Er—”

The world sweeps from beneath you, legs buckling as your dress catches at your ankle. Before you can even yelp, Eren has a steady hold on your waist— bare waist, mind you— with his face just inches from yours.

“Well, who’s the klutz now?”

You narrow your eyes. “Fuck off, Yeager.”

He glances down. “Didn’t take you as a pink girl, either.”

You blink, slowly but surely realizing that you’re in your underwear in front of him— in front of Eren Yeager. Fit with a frilly hot pink bra and underwear set that is an absolute monstrosity, but, to be fair, you didn’t think you’d end up in a situation like this. What the fuck were you thinking, coming to a frat party?

“Shut up.” You try to pull away from him but he’s eager, keeping you as close to him as possible.

“Why? You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”

“Stop saying things like that!”

“Or what?”

“Or—”

Your voice hitches as Eren brushes your hair away from your face. With a roll of his eyes— “You’re the smartest idiot I know,” He mumbles— Eren runs his hand through your hair, effectively tilting your head up and slotting his mouth perfectly against yours.

Finally.

It’s like all the tension dissipated for a single moment, each of you relaxing in the embrace of the other as his tongue coaxes your mouth open— but it builds back up quickly with how eager the two of you are. While you’re busy moaning into his mouth, Eren simultaneously swallows them down and strips himself of his shirt.

“So— fucking— hot.” He gasps between breaths, palms moving down to grope your ass before lifting you up, legs wrapping around his torso. The alcohol you drank is giving you the power to lean down and bite the salty skin by his neck, sucking pretty bruises onto his skin.

Eren groans as he guides you to the bed, tossing you down and watching your tits bounce at the impact. “Wanted to do this for so long.” He licks his lips like a predator looking at its prey, a cat that’s got the cream. “Don’t know how much I’ve thought of this.”

You shiver from his words, from his stare, as he nudges your shoulder to lay back. He looms over your clothed cunt, gaze narrowing in at the wet spot that has formed. His thumb brushes at it lewdly.

“All this for me?” He hooks his fingers around the waistband, tugging your thong down your legs. He whistles, low and deep. “Prettiest fucking pussy, I swear.”

“Eren!” You whine. Your eyebrows pinch as your eyes close, knees clacking against each other as you shut the space between your legs. “‘S embarrassing.”

Eren rolls his eyes and pries open your legs with ease, his biceps tightening and rippling and making your pussy drip even more. “It’s true.” He dips down, tongue dragging up your folds and making you yelp in surprise. “Prettiest pussy.”

You open your mouth to complain but all that comes out is a squeal. “E-Eren!”

He’s a fucking menace, sucking and slurping and eating you out like you’re his last meal, his teeth occasionally coming out to nip at your inner thigh. When you gasp at the sensation of him gently biting your clit, nerve endings that you didn’t even know existed crackling to life, he chuckes, laughing at you as he rolls it on his tongue and against his perfect pearly rows.

“Ah, fu-shit!” Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, palm slapping over your mouth as you hold back a moan, not wanting to be loud and under Eren’s scrutiny.

“What? Cat got your tongue, teach?” He snickers to himself, slapping the side of your thigh. He digs himself a little deeper between your legs, his nose nudging right at your clit. “Guess I’m not trying hard enough.”

If you thought the last five minutes were bad, this is… this is… you can’t even describe it. Eren’s fingers spread your lips as wide as they’ll go, tongue prodding deep inside you. You must be soaked, drenched from yourself and slick with his spit, completely debauched. Eren is crazed— you can’t tell if he’s focusing on your pleasure or his own as he hums and moans against you, his hips digging into the bed to ease the tension between his legs.

He’s right— he wasn’t trying hard enough before. You don’t even bother to cut off your screams when he latches onto your clit, your mouth spilling “ah, Eren!”’s and “oh, fuck!”s, and the “ohmygodImcumming!”

You flood his mouth, gushing and overstimulated as he laps up everything you’ve offered. When the haziness clears up, vision slowly returning after being completely blinded from the orgasm, his face hovers above you. Green eyes glow like the moon hitting the ocean just at the right angle, slickness drenching his lips and chin, his canines glinting as he grins.

“Fucking hell, teach.” He sounds amused. “Didn’t know you could squirt.”

Weakly, you push his head away from you. “Didn’t know I could, either.”

He raises a brow. “Never did that before?”

“Don’t let it get to your ego, Yeager.”

“Me? Never.”

He grabs you by the ankles, pulling you to the edge of the bed. As he stands, the bulge becomes a lot more noticeable, a lot more intimidating. Your own hands begin to move on their own, fingers digging into his waistband and tugging down desperately.

“Like what you see?”

Your eyes flicker up. “Thought I told you not to get cocky.”

His eyes sparkle with humor. “So now you want to talk about my cock—”

“I swear to God, Yeager.”

Your cheeks flare and he laughs, giving you a break by pulling down his pants and boxers in one go, his length bouncing up and just barely missing your face.

Knowing Eren, you should have known that he’s cocky for a reason. He’s long and thick, thicker than anyone else you’ve been with. A prominent vein runs up along the bottom of him, leading right up to the pearl that drips from his tip. Your thumb catches the drop, spreading it down and gently squeezing, watching as Eren’s eyes roll back. Thrill runs through your veins— a god is at your mercy.

“F— fuck!” He jerks his hips into your hand, head tossing back. “Keep doing that, baby. Fuuuuck.”

It’s quite a sight, seeing Eren gasp and groan and grit his teeth while you control him with your soft hand, pumping him up and down at a steady pace. Drops of sweat perspire on his temples, down his chest and on his pelvis— you find your throat getting dry as you wish to lick him up, cheeks flushing at the audacity of your own thoughts.

Fuck this. From the strength of your power high— and whatever was in that jungle juice— you kneel up, tongue darting out to lick up his abs, his chest, his neck, hand still pleasing his cock.

“Sh— shit. What are you—”

“Want you inside me.” You whisper in his ear, him hissing at the desperation in your tone. “Please, ‘ren, need you so bad.”

‘Need you’ nearly sends him over the edge, his pupils widening into saucers. Eren manhandles you— “Ah! Eren!”— pushing your head into the sheets with your ass raised high.

“Gonna feed this pretty pussy.” He groans, jerking his hips so that his cock grinds right up against you, the tip just barely catching your entrance and making you gasp. “Make it mine.”

He’s right there, slowly pushing in and letting you adjust. It’s too fast— you feel tears welling your eyes from the burst of pleasure.

“‘Ren, too much, too big, I can’t—”

Your hand moves behind you, trying to push back against his front. He easily swats it away.

“C’mon, teach. You can take it f’me, can’t you?” He coos as he pushes in deeper, reveling in your gasps. “You’re doing so good, atta girl.”

You feel woozy, lightheaded when his balls settle right against your ass, his entire length lodged inside you. It’s unfair, really, how he’s got you shivering and clenching around him while he’s still standing upright, hand coming down to slap your ass.

“So fucking tight, baby. Need ya to loosen up, can my good girl do that?”

He’s fucking babying you, of course he is. It’s payback for all the times you’ve rolled your eyes at him— you’re not exactly secretive— for not knowing the difference between ionic and covalent bonds. Now he’s the one who gets to dumb this all down for you, dumb you all down for him.

So as you numbly moan, his hand having to guide yours towards your clit, Eren feels his pride grow exponentially, his gaze narrowing in on the movements of your fingers circling it around. He feels you slowly loosen up, and hell, if it doesn’t feel like heaven itself is stuck right between your legs.

“So good for me.”

With that, he’s pulling out and thrusting back in, hypnotized by the way his cock is covered in gossamer strands each time he does so. The little “‘rens!” that are muffled by the pillow under your face spurs him on even more, balls slapping loudly against you as he digs his heels into the carpet and completely wrecks you.

“Gonna c-cum! Eren, please… wanna cum!”

Eren thinks he’s going to die— his heart flutters at the same pace as your cunt, thumping and racing and— fuck, fucking hell, you’re practically choking his cock with how your clamping down on it. He’s dizzy, overwhelmingly drunk on the taste and feel of you. This is better than any high he’s ever had, even better than the wins of football games or a kill streak on Call of Duty— which is saying something, seriously. He thinks, knows, he can die here peacefully, balls deep inside you, with a smile on his face as he goes. Eren reminds himself to thank Jean after this.

“Cum then.” Eren manages to break from his thoughts to answer you. “What are ya waiting for?”

“Can’t!” You’re hiccuping into the sheets, fingers pinching uselessly at your clit. Your dignity is long gone, you don’t even care, too busy chasing the feeling that you can’t grab: “Need you to h-help me, please ‘ren, I-“

“Shhh, alright, okay, Daddy’s got you.”

And you groan, cringing from the term and trying to move away from him but not being able to with his fingers digging into your love handles. Eren keeps you snug against him, idea blooming in his brain, lightbulb floating over his head.

“I’ll give you want you want, teach. Only if you call me Daddy.”

“Mmph, no, ah!” You try to push against him, rolling your hips but not getting the satisfaction of him thrusting into you. “F-fuck you. You’re such a p-perv.”

“Hmm, maybe I am.” He leans down, wrapping a hand around your throat to lift you up against him, your back to his front. “But you are too, aren’t ya?”

There’s so much pressure, the weight of him against you, the feeling of him hot and heavy inside of you— and nothing is alleviating it. A pathetic mewl leaves your lips, fuck him, fuck this. “D-daddy, please, fuck me.”

“See? Was that so hard, teach?”

Yes, you want to scream, but you’re afraid of biting your own tongue off as Eren drags you back and forth on his cock again, his fingers dipping down to tease your throbbing clit. “Cum f’me, sweetheart, you can do it now, ha? Got Daddy helping you, c’mon teach, just let go.”

The authority in his voice is enough— a wail of “‘ren!” and you’re toppling over, limply in Eren’s grasp as he jerks into you rapidly, desperate for his own high. He doesn’t have to go far to chase it— you’re clenching him so hard he can’t even think, cumming quickly and seeing white before collapsing, laying right on top of you as he softens inside you.

“How was that, teach?” Eren mumbles in your ear, teeth grazing the shell of it. “Worth an A plus?”

“G’off me.” You squirm under him.

“Let me take you out.”

“W-what?”

“Like a date.”

“With me?”

Eren bites down on your lobe, making you squeak. “Fuck teach, I thought you were smart.”

“I am! I just… fine. Only if you let me breathe.”

He rolls off of you, still keeping you tight against him as he kisses your pink-tinged cheek. You smile, matching his grin. “You’re an idio—”

There’s a knock at the door. “Yo, Eren. You fuck her yet?”

You stiffen against him, Eren stilling his movements too before barking out: “Fuck off, Kirstein.”

“You planned this?”

“Uh.” Eren runs a hand through his hair sheepishly. “Maybe?”

“You are an idiot. Actually.”

“Hey, you liked it!”

“You ruined my dress!”

“Oh, whatever.” He pins you under him with ease, canines peeking through his smirk. “Daddy’ll just buy you a new one.”

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✧ Summary: Haikyuu captains sharing you with their best friends.

✧ Characters: Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Daichi, Sugawara, Kita, Aran, Atsumu, Ushijima, Tendou, Kuroo, Kenma, Bokuto, Akaashi.

✧ CW. AFAB reader, consensual cucking, voyeurism, dom! W/sub! Reader, size kink, dacryphilia, oral (m. & f. Receiving), fingering, spanking, dirty talk, pussy slap, edging, overstim, full Nelson, choking, degradation, praise, handjob(?), exhibitionism, MDNI

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»» Oikawa + Iwaizumi

“If you want to come you better beg." A deep growl falls on your ears but how can you form any words when the muscular ace has his cock buried so deep inside you. Rough palms pressed your knees to your chest and with each thrust, he hit your cervix,"Hajime, please please, need to cum s'bad," Your clouded mind forgot your brunette lover's presence. But you're soon reminded when your wrist is grabbed by a large hand,"No slacking off, baby." Oikawa guides your fist on his cock, leaky tip throbbing under your touch.

“Don’t forget who you belong to.” The possessive tint to his words made your pussy clench around his friend's cock,"'m sorry, Tooru," Your hand resumes to jerk him while Iwaizumi wrecked your pussy with rough strokes right on your cervix. Just as you feel the band in your belly snap, a feeling of emptiness washes over you. The spikey haired ace fisted his angry red dick at the sight of you whimpering underneath them,"Aww, did you really think you're allowed to cum on anything other than my cock?" Oikawa coos, kneading your breasts in his large palms before pinching the hard buds harshly. Iwaizumi chuckles at your squeak, releasing hot spurts of white on your fluttering cunt. He delivered a hard slap on your pussy,"Be good f'your boyfriend, yeah?"

»» Daichi + Sugawara

“You feel amazing.” Pretty brown eyes admire you with gentle hands tracing your body,"No more," Your hot palms pressed on the setter's chest as your body trembled above him,"No more, daddy." Your eyes flew to land on the captain's dark brown ones, begging for relief.

“You can take it, you’ve done it before.” His smirk told you he won't let you rest anytime soon, “Be a good girl for daddy.” Sugawara's hands cupped your breasts as they slid up your torso slowly, drumming his fingers gently on your heated skin,"Yeah be a good girl for daddy." With a shuddering breath, you resume bouncing on the grey haired man's cock, your pussy quivering from overstimulation. They had made you cum thrice on their mouths and fingers before this and you're sure the session is barely over, "Think you can take Asahi next, baby?"

»» Ushijima + Tendou

Through your blurred gaze you could see the red haired man's smirk,"You look cute like this, baby." Breasts heaving with shallow pants from the two men's antics as you whimper,"'Toshi, please, lemme cum, will be good f'ya'." Your sob clashes with Tendou's chuckle,"Where's the fun in that?" Long fingers slide inside your folds with ease,"When we can have you moaning like a whore like this," Your thighs close around his arm when he nudges your sweet spot again.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs.” A deep voice rumbles near your chest and soon your nipple is engulfed in a hot mouth,"Maybe he'll let you cum then." You don't believe him but you obey your dark haired boyfriend's words anyway. Ushijima gives a rewarding tweak to your other bud and watches with amused eyes as you squirm under him. Tendou hums, pressing his thumb to your clit and teasing the puffy bundle of nerves till you're crying out all sweet for him,“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you." Maybe he will let you cum this time.

»» Kuroo + Kenma

“Use your tongue.” Kuroo whispered into your skin as his hands wrapped around your body, holding you still for his friend. Dyed blond locks brushed soft on your thighs with Kenma's hum resonating against your wet folds. The setter pressed a kiss on your puffy clit before licking a smooth strip up your slit. Kuroo's knees held your legs apart so that you don't crush Kenma's head. A globe of hot liquid dropped on your pussy followed by a soft snicker. Your head falls back on the team captain's shoulders with an unintentionally loud moan as Kenma slides in two slender fingers through your entrance.

"Be quiet," Kuroo purrs in your ear, fingers massaging your breasts through your shirt. He's got you on his lap in the boy's locker room as his friend knelt between your legs,“If we get caught I’m killing you.” Your complain dies down to a whimper when Kenma curls his fingers upwards,“Oh kitten, don’t make me tell you twice." Kuroo pinches both your nipples with a devious smirk.

»» Bokuto + Akaashi

Your mind is foggy as your jaw aches from hanging open for so long but the hand behind your your head keeps you from pulling away as the dark haired setter in front of you continued to fuck your face,“You’re so sexy when you’re hot and bothered.” A moan vibrated on Akaashi's cock at his captain's words,"Fuck," Hearing the usually composed and calculated man curse under his breath made a fresh gush of arousal wash over you,"Oh, oh fuck,” Bokuto's golden eyes roll back from how good your cunt feels around him, tighter and wetter than ever before.

“You can get louder, can’t you?” His grip on your hips becomes almost bruising as he goes harder, plunging his cock deeper. Bringing his palm down on your ass, Bokuto snickers,"Be a bit louder for us, yeah?" Akaashi's hips stutter from the loud whimper you let out. His vein pulses on your tongue before he's cumming in your mouth,"Swallow." Another slap is delivered on the aching cheek when you falter at your boyfriend's command. His junior shudders when he feels you gulp around his sensitive cock before pulling out,"Good girl." He caresses your tear stained face. Your arms give out under you when Bokuto starts fucking you mercilessly. Grabbing your wrists, he pulls them behind you as his hips met yours with messy wet slaps,"Now, I want to hear you scream."

»» Kita + Aran

"Too big," You huff, pressing your cheek to the sheets,"Please, can't." A dark hand takes your chin softly and turns you to face brown eyes,"But you're doing s'good for me, darling." Aran pants as your walls wrap snug around his hard length,"She can take it," Your lashes flutter up to meet your boyfriend's eyes, a regaled shade of lust hazing them. Kita smiled down at you,"Right?"

Not trusting your voice, you nod with a whimper. Immediately cursing yourself for that when Aran thrusts lightly inside you and your back arches because of how his thick cock pushes in your tight cunt,"Aran, please," The said man can't help the low growl originating in his chest at your mewl. You look so cute like this, tiny hands clawing at his bare chest as he fucks you dumb in front of his captain,"Hm, darling?" His appreciative hum is followed by a roll of his hips, he'll show you just how grateful he is that he got to be here, buried in your pussy.

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»» Kita + Atsumu

“This feels dirty.”

“That's because it is.” Kita's lips mould into a smirk at his junior's words. You tuck your face in the blond's neck with a whimper,“Don’t pretend to be s'innocent.” The wall is cold on your naked back but Atsumu's body is hot against yours,"Not when yer' takin' my dick s'well." His lips are a breath away from the shell of your ear. Large palms hooked under your thighs to hoist you up as he rut into you, cock hitting all the good places inside your pussy,"In front of yer' boyfriend none the less."

"'Tsumu!" Your ankles lock around his waist as your arms wrap around his shoulders,"Aw are ya' shy?" He bites your earlobe, pulling it slightly before releasing the burning cartilage. You whimper in response,"Drop the facade, y/n." A cool hand slithers around your neck before fingers press into your jaw and turn you to meet the blond's captain,"I know you love this." Kita's lips are on yours, whisper fanning your skin before he kissed you,"No need to pretend you don't want Atsumu's cock to rearrange your guts." His words made your walls squeeze impossibly around his junior, who grunted and stilled so as not to cum right away,"Yeah? That right, baby?" You whimper against your white haired boyfriend's lips,"Then admit it."

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