will contain descriptions of bruising and hickeys appearing on skin!
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
daichi
the foreplay. kissing down your chest and tummy until his lips reach your panties. he’ll slide them off, pull your lips apart to watch the glistening skin and hum to himself. but instead of latching on to your aching clit, his open mouth sucks up some of the fat of your inner thigh. he’s always been a fan of thighs, yours especially. he sucks big, dark marks on your skin until they’re sore and his breath is heavy. only when you’re whining and nearly sobbing will he start eating you out, pinning your thighs open with his hands and pressing down on the bruising spots.
kiyoko
she waits until you’re fucked out, crying from overstimulation and squirming. her mouth and chin glistening from your slick and cum, smiling up at you sweetly while her hands rub your inner thighs. she’ll murmur about how “are you sure you’re done?” while her wet lips run over your soft skin, nipping at it between careful teeth. she loves to smear the wetness on your skin and then cover the area with her mouth, sucking the fat in her mouth and licking up the slick. she’s a big fan of the small marks, the ones that look like you might’ve just hit yourself on something, obsessed with how shy you get over them.
bokuto
does it to pace himself. if he could, he would spend the rest of his days laying between your legs, licking away at your pretty pussy and making you cum over and over again. he does it for his own pleasure as well, humping the bed and moaning along with you when you cum on his tongue. so he takes breaks between your orgasms, growling and nearly biting down on your inner thighs, sucking big and bruising marks all over your skin. to be fair, he finds this pleasurable as well, being able to run his tongue over your smooth and soft skin while your hands lay in his hair, soft hisses and sighs passing from your lips.
hinata
started as a thing he did while cuddling, his head against your lower stomach and humming happily at your fingers massaging his scalp. he didn’t think anything of it, turning his head to kiss your inner thigh. but the skin is so soft, so plush and welcoming, he quickly peppered more on the skin and before you know it, he’s sucking dark, purple marks on your thighs. it’s 50/50 on wether or not it turns sexual. sometimes he just wants something in his mouth, or to mark his territory. it’ll often rile you both up, however. the soft fat of your thighs, his lips traveling higher and higher until he’s pressing his face between your legs fully, groaning loudly.
osamu
a way to help himself come down from his orgasm. he’ll often cum inside you, pulling out and pushing your legs to give him room to watch as the cum seeps out of your cunt. groaning, his fingers push the leaking cum inside again, fucking you lazily while his lips press kisses to your inner thighs, nipping and sucking softly. similar to kiyoko, he mainly does small bite marks and hickeys, his cum sitting inside your pretty pussy is more than enough to prove that you belong to him.
terushima
50/50 between biting and sucking. he can go whichever way, sometimes being soft and romantic, sucking marks to show how much he appreciates you. other times, he’s rough and bites down on the soft fat, chuckling at the dents and flushed skin. he’s just a massive thigh guy, no matter the size or appearance, he wants them to be covered in his bruises, cum, dents and hickeys. it turns him on more than anything. and when he’s been particularly.. giving.. and left marks all the way down to your knees, he’ll insist that you wear a short skirt or shorts.
im new to your blog and i love your writing!! could you write something w pegging? 🥺 (no preference but if you feel comfy ushi bokuto and daichi 👀)
hi love! i have one drabble posted already about pegging bo, you can find it here <3 i’ve also written pegging asahi, oikawa and tanaka, if that’s something you’d find interesting as well !!
characters: ushijima, bokuto, daichi (x reader with a strap, not gendered beyond that)
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
USHIJIMA
not very vocal in the sense that he doesn’t talk when you fuck him
so don’t expect any begging from him, only moans and grunts
lowkey a pillow prince tbh, if you’re domming and pegging him, he will make you do all the work
“come on, i know you like it, be loud for me” snapping your hips against his, you can see his eyes rolling back. having him on his back was a good choice. he doesn’t usually let himself go, he needs you to work him up to full submission and relaxation, whispering sweetly in his ear while gently rubbing your hands over his bare chest and abs. once he gets there however, his eyes gloss over and his lips part beautifully, breathy moans and groans falling from his lips.
you reach a hand down to pull his lip from between his teeth, urging his mouth open slightly, his eyes opening to hazily look up at you. “feels good?” you smirk, watching his sleepy eyes slowly blink, trying to put together some form of sentence. “aw, pretty baby, you don’t have to answer” you coo, slowing your thrusts slightly, letting the strap rub against his slicked up walls while you lean down to kiss his wet lips. his big and rough hands are gentle on your back, pressing the tips of his fingers into the skin and moaning against your lips, bucking his hips slightly.
pulling back, you smile down at him and wrap a hand around his thick cock, slowly tugging along with your thrusts. moving your hips, you search for his prostrate, wanting to press against it and bring him that blinding orgasm he tells you about after you peg him. suddenly, his eyes shoot open and he seems to come to life, groaning loudly and gripping the sheets tightly, throwing his head from side to side. jackpot. “ooh that’s it, isn’t it? good boy, you wanna cum? cum for me” his back arches, pushing the back of his head into the bed while a loud groans booms through the room, his thick, white cum landing on his stomach and dribbling down on your fingers. “thaaat’s it, good boy, so good for me” your thrusts slow down even more, only grinding against him as he comes down.
afterwards, he’s needy. more needy than you’d ever tell someone if they asked. his shaky hands reach down to grab you, pull you down on top of him while the strap is still firmly pressed inside him. he’s still not much of talker, only grunting out replies to your questions and praise, but his steady breathing and the way he shivers when your gentle fingers trace over his skin, means more than any word he could ever say.
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BOKUTO
polar opposite of ushijima
he’s so loud, babbling and whining for more and more and more
overly excited and nearly jumps on the bed when you ask if you can peg him
so incredibly messy, he’ll drool all over the bed, begging you to make him cum until he’s dry
and who are you to say no?
“oh! oooh oh fuck- fuck aaah! p-please deeper, fuck!” he insisted on only getting pegged in doggy style, mumbling about how the strap always got deeper in that position. his goal was to get stuffed completely full, the two of you working him to get used to bigger and bigger straps, the current one being nearly 10 inches long and thick enough to make him breathless. the silicone balls pressed tightly against his perineum, and it still wasn’t deep enough for him. “please! please, more fuck! pleasepleaseplease deeper” his begs are half muffled by the sheets, his spit splattering on the fabric along with his begging.
“greedy, aren’t you?” your smirk made him shiver, nodding eagerly while you push his back down further, gripping his hips tightly and snapping your hips harshly against his. another loud groan passed from his lips and more begs and pleads tumbled out, turning to white noise as you started thrusting, pulling his hips back to meet you halfway and force the strap deeper in him. his groans only got louder, signaling that he was getting closer and closer to the edge. one of your hands move off his hip to run your nails down his back, causing him to shiver and his head to shoot up. “gonna cum for me? make the bed even messier for me.” the evidence of his previous orgasms lay pretty on the sheets under his tummy, staining the fabric and dripping down from his toned abs. his moans got impossibly louder, oversensitivity and the promise of another orgasm sitting on the front of his mind as his shoulders shake, head ducking down to bite on the sheets.
it’s barely a dribble of cum, his hips stuttering desperately as he cums again, adding to the pool sitting under his cock. “good boy, that’s it, so good for me” you speak in a hushed tone, gently running your hands down his back, helping him come down. “what do you say baby, think you have another one in there for me?”
“y-yes, a-always” he slurs, drool freely escaping his mouth as he turns to look up at you over his shoulder “p-please, more”
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DAICHI
daichi ends up somewhere between bokuto and ushijima
he won’t beg on his own, but ask him to and he’ll be vocal for you
he’d be hesitant about it at first, thinking he won’t like it
but he quickly realizes that the orgasms he gets from it,,, overwhelming
he’ll want to see you, and you want to see him, so he’ll be on his back, knees pressed up to his chest while you leaning over him. he likes it rough, hard and deep enough to bruise and for his head to go dizzy. “fuck-” he chokes out, panting heavily while your grinding down makes your tummy rub against his leaking cock. biting his lip, he already felt close as soon as the strap went on, your gorgeous body only enhanced with the thick silicone cock about to split him open.
“i know you can be louder than that” you move your thumb to force his lips apart, a moan immediately spilling from his lips, loud and enough to make you shiver. “that’s it” you grin down at him, his cheeks burning hot from embarrassment and the overwhelming pleasure you’re giving him. finding his prostate is easy, a guttural groan passing his parted lips and his strong hands gripping your arms tightly. his hips start moving on their own, trying to press down harder on the strap when it drives in, while also trying to bring more stimulation to his aching cock.
“p-please? ‘m so fucking close” he nearly whimpers, the blush spreading down his chest, not used to begging so openly. “w-wanna cum, please” before you can answer, his hands are bringing your face down to his, meeting his lips in a deep kiss, letting you swallow all his deep groans.
“mmh cum for me” you hum between kisses, smiling softly when he throws his head back, thick thighs shaking against your body while you kiss down his neck and he’s cumming, shooting his thick cum up both his and your chest. a burst reaches your chin, making you giggle slightly, knowing that he never cums this hard on his own. “good baby, felt good, huh? you came so much for me” your hands brush over his torso, letting his legs fall down and his breathing is still heavy, a small pool of drool growing by his head.
characters: kuroo, daichi, bokuto, oikawa, ushijima, all x gn!reader
warnings: descriptions of anxiety attacks, maybe a hint of angst on the oikawa one but nothing too bad
A/N: hellooo this one is roughly based off of my anxiety and anxiety attacks, so it’s a bit unintentionally focused on social anxiety..oops?
KUROO
the arena was packed, karasuno's game was an intense one, something Kuroo had predicted, and had asked you to go with him. your relationship was new, only having started 2 months ago, and you were flattered that he wanted to take you to go watch the game.
but, there was a problem that Kuroo didn't know about. you had anxiety, and were trying to go off your meds for the first time. this situation wouldn't normally be a problem, but with the lack of aid from your meds, you were quickly starting to feel overwhelmed. Kuroo and the people around you were focused on the game, screaming and cheering for the teams on the court, the tension in the air put pressure on your chest and slowly made it harder for you to breathe. your pulse was quickening, breathing got harder and harder, and tears started to well up in your eyes. the panic was starting to set in and Kuroo was oblivious to it all. you tried all your soothing techniques, but none worked. minutes felt like a lifetime as the panic rose and eventually broke down your wall, tears spilling down on your cheeks and you quickly stood up and hurried off the bleachers.
you found a bench near the infirmary where it was quiet. tears poured out of your eyes, muffled sobs left your lips as you desperately tried to calm down.
Kuroo was still watching the game, unable to tear his eyes from the tension. Yamaguchi was getting put in as a pinch server, something that was surprising to pull out this early, and Kuroo turned to you to explain what a pinch server was, when he realized you weren't there. his eyes darted around, trying to find you, and eventually asked Akaashi, who had been sitting next to you, where you had gone.
"hm? oh they left… about 10 minutes ago?" Akaashi said, only taking a brief look at his watch before continuing intensely watching the game.
Kuroo got up, suddenly very worried that something had happened. he hurried down the stairs, first checking the bathroom, and then finding you near the infirmary, crying quietly.
he rushed to your side, wrapping an arm around you, causing you to gasp.
"what's wrong (y/n)? are you okay?" he softly said, rubbing gentle circles on your arm. you couldn't answer, the anxiety attack squeezing your throat closed. Kuroo didn't pressure you, only sitting by your side, gently holding you. the attack calmed down, and your breathing got steadier.
"I'm sorry." you whispered, looking up at Kuroo, who was giving you a questioning look. "i should have told you, i have anxiety. that… was an anxiety attack." Kuroo gave you a kiss on the head before speaking.
"you have nothing to apologize for, but please let me know next time when you feel like you're getting an anxiety attack, okay? i hate the thought of you feeling like you have to deal with it on your own. we're a team now, right?" he smiled softly, and you nodded.
…
you stayed there until the first set was done, Kuroo softly telling you about what you had missed, all while still holding you close.
DAICHI
"darling, it's okay, we're not lost." Daichi said, despite knowing full well that you were very lost. karasuno had a game in Tokyo, and you had decided to tag along, partly to support your boyfriend and his team, and partly so you and daichi could do some tourism in the big city. all was going according to plan, the game was in the evening, so the team had decided to go on their separate adventures around the city. you dragged Daichi along with you to find some niche store you had heard of online. the store had been harder to find than you anticipated, and it was getting closer and closer until the team was supposed to meet up again.
"Daichi, you're supposed to meet up with the others in an hour and we have no idea where we are!" your hands were shaking, trying to read the map you had picked up at a souvenir shop. "okay, i think we're here? so we should follow this street." you said, pointing at a street lined with shops.
Daichi, however, had noticed your shaking hands and quick breaths.
"hey, (y/n), can i look at the map real quick?" he asked, taking the map from you. "yeah, so that would be the quickest way back, but i think we should take this street and then go that way."
"but that will take us 20 minutes longer to walk, if we go the quickest way we'll be back in like 40 minutes." you were trying to force your hands to stop shaking, opting for holding them together, and trying to make soothing patterns. you knew very well that an anxiety attack was coming up, but you were working with all your might to calm down to get Daichi back in time. you started going over the route in your head and biting off the skin on your lips.
"it's okay," Daichi said as he put his hands around yours, "I'll call coach Ukai and tell him we're going to be a bit late. your health is also important (y/n). they can head to the arena and we can meet them there." your breath was quickening and Daichi pulled you in for a hug. the dam burst and you started crying, shaking in his grip.
"it's going to be my fault that you're late, you should go without me." you managed to gasp out between sobs. you felt Daichi hum and shake his head.
"nope, not going to happen. the team can wait, they'll understand." he pulled away, only to hold your face in his hands and looking into your eyes. "you're the love of my life darling, I'm not going to leave you, not now, not ever."
BOKUTO
Bokuto may be dense as hell sometimes, but when you told him about your anxiety and anxiety attacks, he made a conscious effort to be more attentive. you had told him about the situations that usually would trigger your anxiety, and how to help you. Bokuto had even written these things down.. and then lost the paper. nonetheless, he was always on guard to help you in every situation possible.
one of your triggers were giving speeches, something you had told all your teachers, and most of them understood, except your English teacher, so when he handed out the assignment for speeches, he paid your anxiety no mind and had just told you to suck it up and that he didn't give special treatment.
the night before the speech was due and you were practicing in front of your mirror. English wasn't your best subject, and with the added pressure of the speech, you were having a difficult time memorizing the speech. after running through it for the 20th time, you let out a frustrated huff and dropped the paper on your desk, sinking to the floor. your mind was working in overdrive, counting up everything that could go wrong during the speech tomorrow. what if you tripped on your way to the front of the classroom? what if you dropped your paper? what if you mispronounced a word or said something wrong? what if, what if, what if? your felt the tightening of your chest, a warning of an upcoming anxiety attack. tears welled up and spilled over, sobs and shaking overtaking your body. you reached up to your desk with a shaky hand to grab your phone, quickly pulling up Bokuto's contact.
"hey hey heeey (y/n)! how's my favorite person doing?" Bokuto said as he answered the phone, you could hear the sound of people talking in the background, and Akaashi saying hello to you. crap, he wasn't alone.
"hi." you choked out, another sob overtaking you. you could hear your boyfriend's whole demeanor change.
"what's wrong? are you okay?" the screeching of a chair was heard, most likely Bokuto getting up and walking away from his friends to talk to you in private.
"the speech" you quietly said, tears still streaming from your eyes, your lips quivering.
"the speech? what speech?" Bokuto asked, mind not fully connecting the dots. you let out a sob, not being able to focus on giving him an explanation. suddenly, it all clicked. "ah wait, that English speech? i thought you had gotten a pass from all your teachers?"
"not from him." you whispered again, gasping a little for air, as the anxiety sunk deeper into your chest.
"that ass! okay, just hold on I'll be right there, you're home right?" you hummed in agreement as you heard the rustling of his jacket. "okay, you're okay, I'll be right there babe, don't worry we'll figure something out."
you nodded, breathing starting to get slightly easier. "i love you."
"i love you too" you could hear him trying to suppress a smile, "do you want to keep talking while i run to your house?"
OIKAWA
"ah thank you so much!" your boyfriend, Oikawa, said with a flirty smile to one of his fangirls. she had made him (and his team) volleyball themed cookies. Oikawa's smile made the girl blush and look away, saying something about how it was nothing, to which Oikawa insisted that it was very much something.
his fangirls were somewhat comfortable with him, some having stuck around for years and going to all of his games. your loving boyfriend insisted that they meant no harm, but their dirty looks and demeaning comments about you told a different story.
"does your partner bake for you, Oikawa?" one of the girls said, sending you a mean look as you stood with his team.
"no, they don't like baking." Oikawa said, still smiling sweetly.
"aah a partner that doesn't bake? aw, but you deserve to be treated with home-baked goods all the time!" the girl said, several others nodding in agreement.
you watched as one of the girls got confident, reaching out to touch his hand while saying "i would bake for you, Tooru~", her voice was sickly sweet and the rest of the girls watched in shock.
your breath hitched, heart beating out of your chest. Oikawa had his back to you, but you could see his shoulders tense at his first name being used.
"really? thank you so much!" Oikawa said, shoulders still tense, but you could hear the smile when he spoke. if he could only stop being polite for two seconds.
panic overtook you, he didn't reject that girl's advancements? you could hear the murmuring of their voices as they kept talking, but the sound of your heartbeat was drowning it out. your breath was quickening, tears slowly welling up in your eyes.
weren't you good enough for him? was he going to leave you for some fangirl? one who bakes? and spoils him? one who has been there since the start… it would make sense. your relationship was pretty new, and before dating him you didn't even really know of the volleyball team at school. of course he was going to leave you for one of them! you're not as attractive as them, not as devoted to his passions… not enough.
tears started falling from your eyes as you hurried away to the bathroom, escaping from Oikawa's flirty nature and the girl's nasty looks.
your sobs echoed in the small bathroom, hands shaking as you desperately covered your mouth to muffle the sound. your mind was spinning, the panic sitting in your chest, making it hard to breathe.
suddenly, a knock at the door.
"(y/n)? are.. you crying?" it was one of the volleyball members, a voice you recognized but couldn't place.
"i'm fine!" you said, holding back a sob but failing. well, that's embarrassing. you could hear his footsteps, running back to the team. seconds go by, you try to calm your breathing to no avail.
footsteps can be heard again, different ones but going faster.
"(y/n)? (y/n), babe, where are you?" it was Oikawa. you let out a whimper, enough to draw his attention to you. he knocked on the door.
"baby? are you okay? can you come out here please?" concern swallowed his voice, making your heart ache. you unlocked the door and walked out.
his eyes were full of worry when they met yours, your tear stained cheeks and shaking frame broke his heart.
"oh sweetheart, i got you." his arms wrapped around you, kissing you on the head and rubbing slow circles on your back. "do you want to talk about it?"
you let out a small sob, grasping the back of his shirt. "I'm not good enough for you."
any remaining pieces of his heart broke. he hugged you tighter, hoping his admiration for you would seep through his skin and on to you.
"(y/n), you're more than enough. you're everything to me."
USHIJIMA
university applications. the current target of your anxiety. you and your boyfriend of two years, Ushijima, were studying in the school library together, something you tried to do at least once a week. he was across the table from you, hand laying flat next to his textbook, the other neatly writing down notes. the library was quiet, only occasional coughs and turning of pages bouncing off the walls. quiet. too quiet.
math wasn't your strongest subject, something that made it very easy for your mind to drift away from the questions on the paper.
your grades had been slipping, not a lot, but enough to drag down your average. you're smart, but this being your last year in high school has put it's pressure on you. the looming university applications drifted into your mind, suddenly math seemed to be the least of your problems.
can you still raise your grades? or is it too late? what happens if you don't get into university? what if you miss one crucial question on the application and you automatically get dismissed and you don't even find out?
your grip on your pen tightened, mind reeling and breath coming out short.
your dear boyfriend however, was oblivious. his focus was entirely on his homework, knowing full well that he will get scolded by the coach if his grades drop too low.
but eventually, your erratic breathing caught his attention, him looking up just to see a tear fall from your eye and land on the open math textbook.
"what's wrong?" he said, hesitating before putting his hand over your shaky one.
a sob slipped past your lips and you slapped your hand over your mouth, panic flashing over your eyes as you jumped out and ran out, embarrassed by the loud noise. Ushijima hurried after you, quickly closing his book while doing it.
he finds you further down the empty halls of the school, curled up and shaking.
"(y/n)." he says stoic as ever, but you can see the worry behind his eyes.
"it's the uni applications.." you say, quietly, while letting out a shaky breath. Ushijima moves to sit down next to you, an arm going around your shoulders to pull you in to him.
"it's okay. you're smart. you will get in to your dream school." he tries the words of encouragement, and they help. the two of you sit there for a while, allowing you to fully calm down.
