#kk.drabble

[kemakoshume]

𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴 – 𝔪𝔡𝔫𝔦 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ warning: overstimulation, hand on throat for two seconds, safe words used correctly, daddy said once, & slight dacryphilia. fem!reader.

So, we all know Ushijima would be one of those: "Move your hand or I'll make you" types in bed, right?

You're laying on your back, completely fucked out and dripping wet all over the sheets as he brings you to orgasm for the third time that night. Shaking with tears streaming down your face as you buck your hips into the air against his hand, sliding yours underneath his in an attempt to make him stop touching your swollen clit.

“Move your hand,” he said, firmly holding his hand on top of yours. Not pulling it or slapping it away, just... there, as a silent threat.

“No,” you whined, “Can’t take it. No more.”

The tears are coming down harder now, sliding down the sides of your face and wetting the hair around your ears.

“Angel,” he said, sliding up the length of your body to grab your chin, slowly lowering his hand to wrap his dexterous fingers around your throat, “I’m not gonna tell you again. Move your hand, or I’ll make things so much worse for you."

You whined, biting your lip to keep it from quivering violently.

"Safeword?" he questioned softly, releasing the hold on your throat just a little so you could speak freely.

You babbled, sniffling and moaning as the wave of contractions subsided and the feeling of euphoria flooded in.

"Yellow," you cried, knowing you could take maybe one more, but you were nearing your limits, "No choking."

He removed his hand from your throat instantly, running his thumb soothingly along your collarbone.

"You're doing amazing baby girl. Can daddy give you one more? I think you can handle one more."

"Green," you whispered, though you shook your head no and did not move your hand. He liked when you fought. It was your favorite type of scene to do together.

"Angel, please don't make me move your hand. You're crying so pretty already baby, I will make you cry more."

You weakly closed your legs, clamping them down on both of your hands above your sex.

"Do your worst," you groaned, looking him challengingly in the eye.

He nodded, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Okay baby, I have something for that."

He removed his hand, using both to flip you over onto your stomach. He grabbed you by your waist and pulled your ass into the air, exposing you to the chilled air of your bedroom.

"Be a good girl and stay just like that," he commanded, slapping your ass for good measure.

He reached underneath your bed, pulling something from your box of goodies.

"When your throat is raw from screaming in the morning, I want you to remember that you asked for this."

He pulled two pillows from the head of your bed, putting one beneath your dripping wet cunt, and the other underneath your face, letting you relax onto the bed.

He slid something underneath your sex, turning it on and letting the device hum to life. The vibrations on the toy were low, but with how abused your little button was, it felt like it was on high. You couldn't help the loud moan that ripped it's way from your throat, your hands immediately fisting into the sheets to ground you.

"Can you take my cock again baby girl? Be good and cum for me one more time?" he asked moreso out loud to himself than to you, your moans echoing against the walls as he slid into you.

He fucked into you at a bruising pace, the slide easy with how wet you were for him. The toy buzzing against your clit made you see white. All you could do was take it, take every inch and every second that the toy and his cock worked in tandem to coax another orgasm out of you.

He was cumming deep into you as soon as you came all over him, the sheets and pillows beneath you a soaked mess as soon as you were done.

You must have passed out. So many fluids gone from your body in such a short amount of time had been exhausting. Blissful, but exhausting.

You woke up the next morning in a clean t-shirt, one way too big to be yours, amongst clean sheets with a warm body wrapped around yours.

[kemakoshume]

𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴 – 𝔪𝔡𝔫𝔦 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

i feel like atsumu would start suckling on your tits to fall asleep as a joke. like, one night you’d be on your period and achy all over and not wanting to have sex but you can’t stop complaining about how sore your boobs are so he’d crowd into your space and be all like, “want me to suck a titty? idk if it’ll help but i’ll do what i can,” and you’d whip them out in a heartbeat because “sure yeah that’d be great actually,” and let him suckle to his heart's content. at first, you’re glancing at each other and giggling a little at the whole concept of non-sexual titty sucking but after a while, you both cuddle into each other and relax into it. the warm heat of his mouth wrapped around your nipple is actually very soothing and it does help relieve the dull ache that was bothering you before. you pull out your phone and start scrolling through some app and running your hands through his hair against the background noise of some sports highlight show he was watching when all of a sudden... snoring. this man fell asleep, titty in mouth, still going on pure reflex & you’re just... dumbfounded. and of course, eventually, his mouth relaxes and goes slack so now he’s knocked out cold on your chest, counting sheep into the sunset or whatever, having the most restful slumber of his god damn life, all the while your spit slick nipple is pressing right up against his cheek.

yeah sucking on your nipples until he passes out may have become a regular occurrence after that. even though he swears he doesn’t feel 10x more rested after falling asleep that way.

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[kemakoshume]

𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴 – 𝔪𝔡𝔫𝔦 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

why am i losing my mind over the idea of you, a former camgirl, having skype sex with oikawa. the seasons are long, way too long for you to go with him to every single stop on their tours to play other teams, so… you two improvise.

he’d call you up late at night after he was all showered and relaxed after practice, lazing around in the king bed of his hotel room. you could tell immediately where the conversation was going when his voice dipped down just a little lower and he says, “that looks like a cute little outfit you have on baby. wanna show it off for me?”

you’d slide back your laptop, getting your whole body (give or take your feet) in frame, sitting back on your thighs looking so fuckable in your new babydoll set. you’d feel yourself up, bringing your hands to your breasts to squeeze them, breathing heavier as you imagine that they’re his hands on you.

he’d tell you exactly what he wants you to do, all the while stroking himself to hardness through his boxer briefs.

“you gonna tip me baby? i used to get paid loads to do this,” you’d tease, knowing that he knew found your past both respectable and sexy. you were his. other men spending their money on seeing you meant nothing when he was the only man who got to touch you.

“oh yeah? how much for you to touch yourself for me babygirl, hm?” he’d say, easily falling into the roleplay, “i wanna see why you used to be so popular on that site.”

you said $100 as a joke, a very obvious joke, but still… he’d flippantly pick up his phone with his free hand, a smirk on his lips, and send you $200 instead, just because he could.

“now, show me how you fuck yourself when you’re alone angel. spread that pussy open, i wanna see what’s mine.”

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[kemakoshume]

𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴 – 𝔪𝔡𝔫𝔦 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

asahi would absolutely be the type to cry when he's deep in it. he'd be so damn overwhelmed with how much he loves you and how good you feel clenching around him, crying out his name, that it'd actually bring him to tears. he'd be so cute and shy about it. he'd duck his head down into the crook of your neck to suck and lick at the skin, kissing you and grabbing your hair with his free hand. "oh god, baby fuck you feel so good" he'd be muttering over and over again like a prayer, fucking into you way too deep and way too good for how soft his voice is when he's moaning your name.

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[kemakoshume]

𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴 – 𝔪𝔡𝔫𝔦 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

man, imagine how fun it’d be to join the volleyball team as a manager. being nothing but a helping hand and an empty hole for twelve athletic, tall (mostly), strong guys all thirsty for a little bit of your attention and validation. it’d be a fun little game trying all of them out and picking your favorites. seeing who’s dick was the prettiest, who was the biggest, who knew how to stroke the best, and who was the best with their tongue. who could make you cum the most? who was the most dominant in bed? they’d all indulge you in making your little roster to find out. some would be way more respectful about it than others, sure, but you know what they all secretly want, and so do they. they want to see you spread wide open for them, how well you can take their dick, and none of them would pass up the opportunity if you asked. not a single one. god, imagine the training camps. so many sleepless nights away from home. so many men from your team and others, all for the taking. every single one would crave even a chance at being with you. girl managers are like a needle in a haystack in this sport, they would jump at the chance to fuck you. you’re hot. so soft and pretty and smart. all of them would find you so irresistibly fuckable. maybe they’d want to take you in pairs of two, maybe even in little groups, they’d be so impatient and eager to get a taste of you. could you take it if they all wanted you at once? passing you around from one dick to the next until you were all fucked out and exhausted? i think you could take it, you’re such a good girl i know you could. all the boys know it too.

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[kemakoshume]

i feel like grocery shopping with atsumu as a short person would be such a challenge. he walks so fucking slow despite how long his legs are and you have shit to get done. you can’t go your separate ways and do your own thing because he gets distracted way too easily and he’d forget where you were supposed to meet and wait… how many minutes did they say until we’re leaving? *ugh* you’re also way too small for him to easily find you over the rows and rows of merchandise. he tried calling out your name in the store once but everyone started staring thinking he’d lost a child or something so yeah, you refuse to let him do that anymore. so one day, while you’re sitting in stressful silence before entering your local shop for a grocery run, he pulls something out of the backseat, handing it over to you.

“is this a fucking lightsaber?” you’d say, staring at the plastic toy that he’d placed in your hands.

“yup, now i can’t lose you in the store even if we go our seperate ways,” he said, reaching over to turn on the neon blue ray of light, “now all i have to look for is the saber and it’ll lead me to you.”

he looks so pleased with himself you can’t help but smile too, getting out of the car with your hand entangled in his. he offered to hold your bag on his free shoulder, since you’re holding the lightstick in your free hand.

it seemed silly, but you did find it very cute when he ran up to you the first time after seeing the stick from across the store, coming up behind you to place kisses on the crown of your head.

maybe grocery runs wouldn’t be so bad after all.

this little drabble was heavily inspired by this tik tok (and something i used to do with my mom when i was little). it was a balloon tied to her cart so i could find her though, not a lightsaber.

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