#kk.drabble

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

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.

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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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.

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.

“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.