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blurb request here!! something where reader is napping somewhere in the chateau while the rest of the pogues are just in the main area talking and whatnot. reader wakes up kind of grumpy and grouchy, bc she was woken up, and just goes to jj and just hugs him just because, and everyone's just gushing ab how cute they are, etc? i love ur writing <33

when I was editing my blog and I decided to put requests in my ask box, I literally thought no one would ever request. So I really appreciate you. It means the world to me that you think of me.

Goodmorning Sunshine

sleepy!reader x jj name a better duo<33

pouges x platonic reader :)

word count: 1,935

a/n: I haven’t posted any of my writings in months, I had every intention of fulfilling requests in a timely matter. I started them as soon as I got them. Lots of things did come up in my personal life where I just couldn’t write. I have a ton of WIPS. I hope to get back to them soon. Thanks for being patient, and I’m sorry this took so long.

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Your cheek was pressed against the back of your hand as you slept. The afternoon air surrounding the château was warm as you napped. You were peacefully sleeping as the rest of the pogues talked quietly on the porch.

JJ stood leaning against the wall talking. When a particularly loud laugh or shout would occur JJ would shoot his friends a glare. Because obviously his girl was just inside, and she needed her beauty sleep.

Your glasses were still on during your slumber. They were disheveled and pressed on the bridge of your nose and near your eyebrows.

Sarah came in through the screen door to use the bathroom when it slammed shut. She cringed with her eyes crinkled shut. She carefully opened one eye and glanced at you as you whined and started mumbling.

"shit shit shit." Sarah muttered.

"I'm sorry y/n." she whispered and speeded down the hall.

You took all the sleepy strength you had in you to sit up. You palmed over your face causing your glasses to fall off over your head and land somewhere on the mattress. You frowned staring off into space when John B came in looking for another pack of beers.

"Oh no! who woke the princess?" John B smiled.

"Shut shut UP!" you grunted as you threw your pillow at him.

"Where's-" you began. To no surprise, as your first thought after your slumber tends to only be of him.

"Don't worry your boy is right outside, ok?"

You only nodded slowly in reply and squinted around the dimly lit room in search of your person.

When Sarah and John B returned to the porch they all start giving JJ worried looks and shifty eyes.

"What?" he asks.

"What did you do?" Kie asks frowning at Sarah.

JJ's body tenses and whips his head around at your entrance. His body came off from against the brick wall to face your direction.

You struggle at first with the screen door, then with a grunt, it swings open. And there you are making your way towards him and mumbling how your gonna take care of Sarah later.

It was almost zombie-like, the efforts you made to get to him. You hung your head low, pushing past the rest of the pogues and sauntering over, arms swinging at the ready.

JJ watched with adoration at your sleepy figure. It was an almost dive into his chest. You came stumbling over to him. Your face found home on his shoulder as you smoothed your arms around him.

Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around you. Like he always does. He watched as you sank into him and found shelter in his embrace.

"You gonna say hello, or just make a pit stop here?" JJ asked as he ran a few fingers over your head of hair.

In response, you simply pushed your face into his collarbone and mumbled something along the lines of, "I found you."

"Always been just right here." JJ comforted.

You gave a weak hum in response, signaling you heard him. You started swaying a little in your hug. And he hugged you back a little tighter, holding you to him.

Kiara commented to the other pogues, "I thought she was going to be grumpy."

"I don't know, she looks pretty content in JJ's arms," Pope said making note of your peaceful demeanor.

Sarah who was expecting revenge smiled, "I mean look at them, It's like they're made for each other."

You felt your body relax, and your breathing started to get slower. The sun was shining on you and you felt safe. Safe leaning against him.

JJ felt your change in movement. The way you melted into him.

"Are you sleeping on me?" he asked.

You lifted your face away from his neck, "I don't know, I just-" you let out a sigh then continued, "need you. Needed to be close to you."

He took your face from resting against him and gently held it in his hands. He looked into your eyes, gazing at them like you were his only priority.

You felt the measure of his stare, and squinted right back at him.

"Or your just really comfortable and I haven't fully woken up from my nap." you poked fun.

He stroked both your cheeks delicately with his thumbs. Then with one hand holding your cheek, he carefully moved his thumb up under your eye and up against your nose. The pad of his thumb brushed the bridge of your nose.

He put his tongue between his teeth as he concentrated.

He than took his other hand and using his index and middle finger smoothed over the red patch over your eyebrow.

It was JJs turn to bust out a laugh, "These from your glasses?" He questioned smoothing over the red indents on your skin.

You whined and pushed your forehead into his shoulder, "Stop it, I was sleeping" you grumbled.

He bent down and placed a kiss to your nose, causing you to scrunch your face.

You stood up straight in his hold, moving your arms to be tossed around his neck. You bumped your nose with his. You rubbed them together and whispered over his lips, "how about another?"

JJ lips turned upwards in a ghost of a smirk, before he slowly placed them on yours. You both smiled into the kiss. It was slow and sleepy and you felt sparks.

One of JJs hands moved up and slid into your hair, cradling your head. As yours stayed loosely around his neck. JJs other hand gripped your waist.

Before the kiss could go any deeper, John B threw a empty beer can that nearly hit the two of you. It hit the wall you and your boyfriend were nearly making out on with a loud smack. It then spun around and landed by your feet.

"Hey lovebirds! Quit it will you, we don't wanna watch you suck your faces off!" John B shouted.

You turned around and shot daggers at John B. You were about to respond when JJ beat you to it.

"Oh John B your one to talk, don't act like you don't mack on Sarah any chance you get. We always have to watch." JJ then proceeded to raise his middle finger at John B.

John B was about to resort when Kiara stepped in, "It's true, you and Sarah do it more than them."

Sarah gasped while you smirked at her, "ha."

"I'd like to remind you that you and y/n just committed the crime of public displays of affection." Pope voiced and directed the attention back to JJ.

JJ put his hands up in defense, "Alright my bad, I admit it. The PDA police got me, take me away officer." He then put his wrist together and held them out towards Pope.

You laughed at JJ and his antics. Truth be told he'd do anything to make you laugh and to see your pretty smile. He was in heaven with you grinning at him like that.

"You'd go to jail for me?" you questioned softly.

He turned to you and nodded his head before he turned back to Pope and called out, "Pope! Am I under arrest?"

Pope looked around, "Yes you are, and I have three witnesses to prove it."

Sarah leaned her head on John Bs shoulder as she laughed and Kiara smiled at Pope.

"And my girl? She ain't going to jail. She didn't do anything. She's innocent, innocent I say!" JJ continued spewing testaments. That he would go to jail for you, even if a kiss was a two-person crime.

Pope got up from his seat to go mimic taking away JJ.

"Alright, If I'm going to jail anyway gotta make it worthwhile," JJ spoke in a much more calm matter.

He went to where you stood watching him with hearts in your eyes and planted a kiss on your lips. He then trailed up to your cheeks. He kissed your nose twice and peppered more kisses on your forehead and chin.

He held your face as you giggled and gasped out of breath "JJ! Stop please. JJ! I mean it."

JJ did let up on peppering your face with kisses when he kissed your lips one last time, and went down to your neck and left one single kiss there.

"JJ" you warned as his breath fanned over your neck where he just kissed.

"Don't" you pleaded, "Later."

He reclined and became face to face with you, and he whispered so only you could hear, "You'd let me go to jail for a kiss on your lips, but you won't let me give you a hickey in front of our best pals."

You looked at his twinkling eyes, and reciprocated the same tension he was giving you. You bit your lip still staring at him and nodded.

"Later." You whispered.

JJ cocked his head to the side and pursed his lips, "right" he answered.

Meanwhile, The others sipped their drinks and averted their eyes. They gave one another an eyebrow raise and a double glance from you and JJ and than back to each other.

Kiara jokingly rolled her eyes at the pair of you and went back to her conversation.

Sarah decided to get back to talking about your relationship, "I love them honestly."

"Even when they get a lovey dovey?" Kiara questioned.

"Yeah, I thought she was going to come out here and tell me off for waking her up." Sarah took a swig of her drink as she kept talking.

John B laughed.

"But she just made a beeline to him, and look at her. She so calm and relaxed." Sarah finished declaring happiness for her besties.

"Although I am a little grossed out by their lovey dovey stuff as Kie calls it, I've never seen them so happy except when their together." Pope said providing his input.

"Couple of fools in love, if i ever saw it." John B commented.

"A pogue in love with a kook, If i ever saw you and Sarah," Kie spoke directed at John B.

"Ouch. I guess I deserve that." John B got knocked down a peg.

"Excuse me," Sarah exclaimed. She started throwing her chips at Kiara.

Kie just laughed. "I'm only joking. Cut it out." throwing her hands and legs up to dodge the attack.

John B stood up for her, "She can be a pogue at heart."

Sarah gave him a tight-lipped smile and showed him, love, through her eyes.

"It's really hard to hate them when I hear the way y/n talks about him," Kie mentioned

"What really what does she say?" Pope questioned.

"Yeah, sometimes I forget she's talking about JJ when she opens up to us" Sarah added.

You had confided in your best girlfriends Kie and Sarah as they usually want the juicy details.

Kie nonchalantly replied to Pope, "Just that she's in love with him, and she's never met someone that loves her like he does."

Pope glanced at you and JJ standing up and having your own conversation. Your arms were tangled around his torso and you gazed up at him like he hung the stars in the sky.

JJ was smiling as he talked to you. He knew his friends were having their own conversation, probably about him. However, he didn't think to join in, maybe later. Right now he was with you. The only person he could ever need, ever love. His person. You.

Pope looked back towards the group, "I believe it."

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thinking ab ushijima coming up behind u once and feeding you whatever he was eating bc he thought you might like it, only for it to become a habit.

thinking ab ushijma carrying you out of bed to make sure you brush your teeth and drink some water.

or ushijima buying you a plant or a flower to then start using it as an excuse to come over more often 'in case you forget to water it. i wouldn't want something so beautiful to end' you think he's using his big boy words and strange ways to describe a flower or plant when in reality he's describing your relationship, growing healthy and flourishing.

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Little capys 🧡

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Whenever you're watching TV with Ushijima and someone uses their left hand on screen, you can see him nod and mumble to himself "left".

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I don’t know why but Suna just radiates short energy. I love him but I’m always so confused when fics talk about how he towers over you or has big hands then I remember he’s like 6 foot

#haikyuu suna #haikyuu #suna rintarō #suna drabble #suna rinatro #suna #why is their team name so hard to spell #haikyuu inarizaki #took me way to long to spell that #inarizaki

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Hello! I binge read your cheerleader series and honestly enjoyed every single one! Is it possible to have a cheerleader fic for Ushijima? Please and thank you!

Again, I am so sorry that it’s taken me so long to get to this request 😭💔

Here’s Ushijima, anon 💙 and it’s a longer one omgosh 😭 I got a bit carried away 💀

Please do not repost anywhere without my permission!

Reblogs are encouraged! Thank you!

Ribbons | W. Ushijima x Cheerleader!Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

And absolutely not proofread rip

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Your heart thrummed anxiously against your chest, breath falling through your lips in short, spasmodic puffs; the gymnasium wasn’t too far—or so you had assured yourself. Concluding it would’ve been a better idea to have left earlier, you glanced down at the bento boxes in your arms, a pretty red ribbon tied over both into a little bow—they were your cause for tardiness. Despite the very minor blow to your acquired level of respect amongst peers, your pride had shot up tenfold at the sight of your final products. The boxes’ contents were appetising and it took every inch of willpower to not dig in the moment they came together.

Your strides extended, alacritous, weaving between the large groups of people; both spectator and player. A flurry of air blew against your cheeks, nipping at the skin exposed beyond the neck of your oversized jacket. It was bitter, something that drew your nose into a small scrunch, brows furrowing deeper and paving way for visible frustration. Goosebumps riddled your skin beneath the layers you were dressed in, forcing a meagre frown to your lips.

Stepping inside, the frigidity of the atmosphere stayed corrupting your skin, stealing the warmth without a second’s hesitation. You held the bento boxes close, fingers subconsciously tapping against the sides.

“This jacket’s doing me no good...” Your complaints became muffled as you dipped your face into the large jacket, ignoring the intermittent glances that fell over your trembling figure. Your eyelids opened up just barely to make out the abstract shapes of the crowd moving through the gymnasium—all of whom were taking their own paths and making navigation all the more difficult—hoping you’d soon find the easiest route available. Had you arrived on time, you would’ve already been near the courts, cheering on your team and lifting their morale that teensy bit more. Yet, against your better judgement, you’d decided arriving late and alone wouldn’t disadvantage you in any way.

There was a rhythmic buzz in your pocket that pulled you free of your inner turmoils (for the time being). Reaching into the jacket’s deep pocket, you tugged your phone out and nestled it carefully upon your palm, holding the bento boxes even closer. A heavy sigh drifted from your lips as you read over the message. Just as you’d thought; you’d missed Shiratorizawa’s match. That sliver of hope you had run with all the way from your school grounds was torn apart, but what did you expect? That sliver was tiny, if it even existed at all to begin with.

Pocketing your phone, you readjusted the bento boxes in your arms, body flushed with premature embarrassment. You could only imagine the earful you’d receive once you arrived to your squad. And what an earful it would be.

With a jumbled track of thoughts, you peered around and began walking the same path you’d walked many times before, trailing behind the towering giants of the Shiratorizawa Volleyball Club. Your lips twitched at the thought, eyes dropping to the bento boxes momentarily. Had you been on time—as you usually were—you would’ve been walking beside your towering giant of the Shiratorizawa Volleyball Club.

You picked your gaze back up, narrowly avoiding a head-on collision with a pair of rambunctious middle school children, whom you deemed Karasuno supporters based on their getups. Shaking your head, you continued on, getting half-lost within your thoughts once more; your all time favourite hobby it seemed.

There was that familiar throb of your heart in your chest, threatening to leap up into your throat and choke up your words. You hoped the bento box would seal your apology, you hoped Ushijima wouldn’t be disappointed that you weren’t there. An unbearable heat crept up along your spine, finally ridding your body of its cursed chill and suddenly making the jacket very unnecessary and bothersome.

Thank the stars above for the convenience of public benches; you fumbled your things as you rushed over to one nearby, setting the boxes down and unzipping the jacket with such fervency that you had the elderly man seated next to you stilled in confusion. Now relieved of the jacket’s clutches, you folded it up neatly, fingers brushing across the bold label embedded into the back. The fabric was warm and the scent curled up oh-so sweetly, a seed of euphoria set in beautiful bloom inside your chest. Musky with a hint of cedar wood that influenced the onset of serenity your body was overcome with, almost forgetting about the setting you were in. You weren’t sure how long you’d been holding onto Ushijima’s jacket for but he never seemed to mind. The sheer sight of you drowning amongst the fabric, accentuating the size between you both made a fuzzy feeling whirl to life in his chest, made his knees weaker than normal.

A boy brushed past you, the overwhelming waft of sweat tugging you back to reality instantaneously. You glanced down and patted your uniform down, readjusting the sleeves of your top around your wrists. Choking back your complaints of air quality, you held the jacket close to your chest and picked up the bento boxes, ignoring the old man as best as you could. The awkward stare was unnerving.

Despite the strong wave of sweat and body odour, the crinkle in your nose was kept to a minimum—courtesy of the delightful scents emitting from your belongings. Practically burying your nose to the boxes and the jacket, you navigated around the stampeding crowd, careful to not bump into anyone. Of course, it didn’t matter how careful you tried to be, it seemed to be inevitable when you were boxed in and the other party was too busy flaunting to his pals to notice.

It happened all too quickly; he ran into you, the boxes flew from your arms and you felt yourself seize up in panic, unable to move anywhere. An unrecognisable ache in your chest burst to life at the thought of your hard work crashing down into nothing but little variegated piles, the displeasure of not being able to see the quirk of a smile on Ushijima’s lips as he peeled open the box. All because someone couldn’t look where he walked and talked, all nonchalant.

“O-oh! Ah, no!” the boy spluttered, arms flying about in a frenzy as he collected the two boxes before they hit the ground, leaving your fright to dissipate. “Wouldn’t want to ruin these would we?” You looked up, noting how his gorgeous locks seemed to bounce in excitement as he turned back to you.

“See what happens when you don’t watch where you’re going, Shittykawa?” Another boy beside him had growled out, arms folded over his chest in an incensed manner. ‘Shittykawa’ pouted, demanding that the demoralising nickname stop, your bento boxes still in his hands. You hugged Ushijima’s jacket tightly, bringing forth a sense of comfort as you cautiously eyed the two boys. ‘Shittykawa’ turned back to you, smiling sheepishly while holding out the boxes.

“Ah, sorry about that! Here, I hope they’re still alright...” he mumbled nervously, watching as you pulled the lid open to peek inside. The breath of relief that you exuded made him grin. “All good then? That’s great!”

“Y-yeah, uh, thanks..?” A twitch in your brow had the green-eyed boy beside him rolling his eyes, shoving his fist into his side. “Let’s go, idiot, we have a game soon. Or did you forget?” Before he could whip up a quirky little response, the boy had walked off, not waiting around for him to follow.

“He’s so cruel.”

“Yeah, sure... uh, hey? Can I- can I like, get past or is that not an option?” you queried, the familiarity of the boy’s face now creeping up along your spine in an uncomfortable shudder. “I do have somewhere I need to be...”

“Oh, right! Hey, sorry again... I didn’t think I’d miss such a pretty girl walking right in front of me, my fault hundreds per cent!” He held the nape of his neck, gazing down at you as he stepped aside. “Maybe you could let me take you out for coffee as a proper apology?” The suggestion had you stepping side-to-side uncomfortably, cheeks warm and an unsure smile on your lips.

“As nice as that sounds, I don’t even know you... and I have a boyfriend,”—you readjusted the boxes in your arms, jacket now tightly wrapped around them—“that wouldn’t be right, now would it?”

The boy gave an awkward laugh, chocolate eyes averting from yours, “right, sorry. But... you really don’t know who I am?” You blinked slowly. That’s the part he was distressed over?

“You seem familiar but there’s no name in mind.” You shrugged. You might have been at the gymnasium supporting Shiratorizawa every tournament, but that didn’t necessarily mean you paid attention to anyone. Anyone other than Ushijima that was. Speaking of... based on the constant buzzing in your pocket, you could only assume that he was texting you; most likely worried about your absence.

“You must’ve seen me in Volleyball Monthly at least? Seen my name? Heard my name?” The slight desperation in his eyes was almost comical and you had to bite your cheek to keep the spillage of laughter to yourself.

“Yeah... nope, sorry buddy.”

“Ouch, first you don’t recognise me and then I get called buddy? You’re a tough one.” The joking tone does little to hide his obvious hurt, sending forth a sympathetic frown.

“Sorry...” you drawled, looking away. “So, are you going to tell me your name so I can get going or..?”

“You still want to know?”

“Well, sure, why not? What harm would it do? Maybe we could be good friends, who knows?”

The boy blinked slowly, tilting his head. You froze, eyes darting around in the silence between you. He grinned widely out of nowhere, laughing behind a palm to conceal it as best as he could. A string of apologies flew out, your confusion still very much present despite that.

“Sorry, sorry...”—he scratched his cheek gently with a finger—“I just... don’t really have as many friends as people think, so hearing you say something like that actually makes me really happy. It’s stupid I know but-“

“I don’t think it’s stupid,” you interrupted, readjusting your things with a small smile. Sticking out a hand towards him, the sleeve of maroon-striped white fabric catching his gaze rather quickly.

“(L/N). (L/N) (Y/N).” Your introduction was curt and simple, bringing a giddy grin to the boy’s face.

“Oikawa Toru.”

Clasping your hand in his, he gave it an energetic shake before letting it slip away—unsure of what to do with his hands, he picked at his shorts.

“I can’t believe I just made friends with the enemy,” he dramatically confessed, peeking around. “Iwa-chan will never forgive me...”

“Enemy?”

“Yeah, you’re from Shiratorizawa, right? You’re wearing their cheerleading uniform, it’d be weird if you weren’t...” he pointed out casually, quirking a brow. “Shiratorizawa is our fated rival and I will be taking that damned Ushiwaka down this time around. It’s nationals for us, this year!” You smiled and shook your head, readjusting your things once again.

So, that’s how you knew him. Ushijima often spoke about an Oikawa, enough to have you curious to want to meet him. And you had. You’d been given the chance and you weren’t disappointed. He seemed like a great guy in the short time the conversation lasted; one of those sweet highschool boys, nothing too ordinary or extraordinary. A drama queen but that wasn’t too hard to deal with when it was able to make you laugh uncontrollably.

You suddenly wondered about his reaction; how would he go about knowing your boyfriend was actually his ‘fated rival’? The thought alone had you stifling laughter to yourself.

“Hey, what’s so funny?” Oikawa huffed, brows knitted together as he stared down at you, giving up almost instantly once he knew he wouldn’t get an answer. “Alright then. I’m gonna come find you after the game and get your number! Platonically, of course. Don’t wanna step in on your relationship. And uh, sorry... again.”

“It’s fine, get going, Oikawa. See you, around.” He started walking away as you waved, only to peek over his shoulder, eyes fixated on your pocket.

“And you should answer that phone of yours, it was going off that whole conversation! Ciao!” When he disappeared, you began walking again and took out your phone. Your previous speculations were correct; it was Ushijima wondering where you were and if you were okay. His last text was an apology for the spamming with one of the heart emojis, something that had your heart thrumming blissfully.

Reading through the texts—that you occasionally looked up from so you didn’t have another encounter like before—you found where they were seated in the stands, waiting for Aobajohsai’s match to start. A grin licked at your lips, you couldn’t wait to share the details of your new friend to Ushijima; he’d be more than thrilled, you were sure.

You put your phone away and made your way through the stands, glancing down at the shimmering courts. There was clear guilt on your features, one you tried to shake off when you spotted the boys chatting amongst themselves about their previous game.

“Hello, love.” You swore your heart stopped temporarily and kicked back up again at the deep tone shuddering its way down your spine, weakening your knees with such ease it was near pathetic. Though, you didn’t care. “I was beginning to think you wouldn’t come. You didn’t answer any of my text messages?”

“Oh! Sorry, babe, my hands were just a little full, is all.” You explained, bouncing the boxes in your hands a little. “Have you eaten yet?”

Ushijima shook his head, hand reaching out to your cheek with a gentleness unexpected from someone of his appearance. You had come to love his small forms of affection, the little touches and holds; your heart was a trained acrobat at that point. Smiling, you leaned into his palm, eyes drifting up to meet his through your lashes.

“I did make some lunch, did you want it?”

“Thank you.” His warm hand, palm cursed of a few callouses, dropped away from your face. He guided you back to the seats and sat down, watching as you sat down beside him and handed off one of the boxes.

“I hope you like it. And I also hope it makes up for me not being here on time,” you chirped nervously, fiddling with the lid on your box. Ushijima hummed and pulled the lid of his open, lips twitching into a small smile at the sight.

“It looks delicious, love,” he assured, “and we’re not perfect, being late doesn’t bother me so long as you show up in the end...”

You nodded, stealing a glance over at him as he begins to pick at the neatly presented food, a hungry glaze in his eyes. Before you knew it, the entire thing had been devoured, no crumb left inside the container. You stopped mid-chew as he squinted down into the box, half-expecting to find something untouched.

“You ate it already? Wow, Ushiwaka, you know you’re supposed to savour your girlfriend’s lovely treat, right?” Tendou crooned, leaning over his shoulder from the row behind. Ushijima’s brows furrowed, looking up from the bento box to meet your unbothered gaze.

“I apologise, love. I’ll savour it next time.” You tipped your head to the side, noticing the irk in his normally stoic features.

“You’re still hungry, yeah?” Watching as he slowly packed up the empty box, you stood up, soaring your bento box a quick glance. “Want mine? I’m not too hungry, if I’m being honest.” Perking up, Ushijima’s eyes ravaged over the sight of your polite smile, the sparkling in your eyes from your magnanimity made his insides twist. A particular boldness flooded through his veins, arms stretching out towards you to gently pull you to his lap. He felt the warmth shoot across your skin from beneath his touch, eyes hazy knowing he was the cause of such a delightful reaction.

“S-so... that was a ‘yes’, right?” You uttered out, hands gripping onto the box as you leaned into his chest, little by little until there was no space left in between. Ushijima’s hand, enormous in comparison, fell over the back of yours and picked up the utensils of choice. The tenebrosity of his gaze squared upon your smaller figure caged in against his chest had you shaken down to the core.

“Woah..~ careful, you two,” Tendou warned jokingly, “you’re in public, remember? Don’t get too frisky!” You dropped your head, hiding your face from the middle-blocker’s view. Your cheek pressed awkwardly into Ushijima’s bicep, watching as he took your hand and stretched your arm out to take a bite of his selected snack. A hum of approval slipped from his lips to which you merely smiled and relaxed against his sturdy figure.

“Hey, babe, when’s your next match?”

“Mm..?”

“You have another match soon, right?”

“We’re versing good ol’ Aobajohsai after they finish up here,” Tendou piped up, stepping over the row of chairs to get to the front, eyes skipping across the chairs. “It’ll be easy as pie.” You felt the grip on your wrist drop loose as Ushijima finished eating, his head lowered to brush his nose against your cheek.

“Oh, speaking of...”—you slid from his lap and dug out two ribbons from the bag on the ground, which Ushijima had been carrying around for you—“I ran into Oikawa! Or... well... the guy ran into me and I almost dropped our food... looking past that, I gained a new friend.” Ushijima stood up behind you, palm opened up for the two matching ribbons which you dropped in without much thought. You joined Tendou near the railing, gazing down at the current matches being played.

The presence behind you would have been otherwise nerve racking had it been someone other than you trusted boyfriend looming so ominously over your shoulder. His large hands gently ran up from your nape to your hair, separating it into two sections. His gentle touch was a stark contrast to his grave, unmoving expression and curt mannerisms. You hadn’t the slightest doubt in your mind people were shocked when they saw just how different he seemed when it came to you and your relationship.

“You made friends with the enemy? How could you..!” Tendou cried out, dramatically slouching over the railing. “Did ya hear that, Semi? She’s betrayed us and Ushiwaka!” You let out a laugh as Semi responded back with an irritated ‘shut up’, handing Ushijima a hair tie as he bundled up one section of your hair.

“He said the same thing, actually,” you said, “you two may be more alike than you realise. You’re both very... dramatic..?” Ushijima grunted quietly as you tilted your head, fingers scrambling to gather the hair that fell back. Whispering a sorry, you turned your attention back to Tendou, taking note of each exaggerated move.

“I prefer the term ‘theatrical’, ‘makes it sound better.” He slouched back over the railing, pupils trailing the volleyball that flew about dangerously. Following his gaze, you spotted the vibrant aqua hues darting across the courts, desperately trying to keep the ball up to send it back to the opposing side. As the libero received the ball, standing sturdy and confident, you followed it towards the team’s setter; to where you found the same fluffy mess of brown hair bouncing about with each shift of his head.

Oikawa set the ball, gaze trailing after it as his teammate spiked it down to the ground and successfully earned another point. There was a gentle tug from the side of your head as Ushijima slowly tied the ribbon around the pigtail he’d tied up, eyes occasionally drifting across your figure and the fabric you were clad in. He couldn’t deny the slight disappointment of not having you appear practically swimming in his jacket. You leaned back against him as he dipped his head down and pressed a kiss to your head, moving to the second portion of hair.

You swore, every so often, his thick fingers would knead into your scalp; such a soothing touch that had you half conscious on your feet, swaying back and forth slightly. He lost control of his lips, quirking up into a smile once he heard your lullaby-like hums of satisfaction, past the point of ‘relaxed’ if it were even possible.

“You’re very pretty...” he murmured lowly into your ear, the husk of his voice sending shivers across every inch of your skin. “I hope you know that.” His head dipped further, lips connecting to the nape of your neck, innocent despite all buildup. “Gorgeous...” His words—a mumbled mess against you—formed an onslaught of vibrations that burned the skin they stormed so dangerously upon. You could feel the meagre twitch of his lips as a shudder racked your body, his hand still firmly clasped around the remaining section of your hair.

The ribbon dangled from between his fingers, swaying in time to his gentle breaths. There was an unsettling flurry of heat that leapt to your cheeks, burning the skin to an uncomfortable degree which had you shifting every-so often. Whether or not Ushijima knew the effects of what he was doing, you hadn’t the slightest clue. You only prayed for a moment to be spared, to not suffer beneath the inquisitive ruby gaze of Tendou Satori.

Ushijima’s gaze halted as he tugged and twisted the hair tie around your hair, ensuring it was tight with no chance of falling out. His attention flitted to the ribbon in his fingers, the shade matching both of your uniforms flawlessly. Olive eyes peeked over to your first pigtail, admiring the shiny ribbon ensnared around your hair. He’d always thought you’d looked so very pretty in ribbons, subconsciously purchasing new ones whenever they caught his eye on his trips to local stores. Seeing the joy in your features, from the crinkle of your nose as you grinned to your luminescent gaze, flashing with adulation for such small gifts—it brought a flutter to his heart he tried to quell each time with a palm to his chest.

“Mm… ‘Toshi?”

“Yes, love?”

“Are you going to put that ribbon in or..?”

“Oh… yes, sorry.” His expression seemingly dulled, fingers wrapping the ribbon expertly; tinged with familiarity. You lifted a hand to grasp his wrist once his fingers fell loose from the ribbon, almost regretfully. Turning partially, you gazed up at him, capturing a sight foreign to your eyes. His lips curled, brows knitted and creasing his forehead intensely. A barely noticeable dust of pink fell to his cheeks as he continued to stare down into your face of purity, pigtails bobbing and falling as your head tilted.

“You’re very pretty,” he admitted shamelessly, unbothered by his repetition. “You put even the goddess of beauty to shame…”

“A-ah? Don’t just go and say things like that out of nowhere!” You flustered, cheeks puffed out as you backed into the balustrade.

“But it is the truth, isn’t it? Why shouldn’t I?” He offered his hand, awaiting the presence of your own; soft and small in comparison. Cornered with no intelligent response other than inconsistent babbling, you begrudgingly set your hand in his, warming visibly as his fingers curled over the back of it with a loving squeeze.

“God, I really love you…” you mumbled, lost inside the depth his eyes held, dragging you in further with ease as he dipped his head. “I don’t even think you notice some of the things you say.” He shook his head at your words, voice unheard as he moved closer, fingers entangling with yours. You stiffened at his closeness, his breath drifting to your cheek.

“Hey… there’s people around, you know?” You reminded softly, chin dropped and gaze slipping out through your fluttery lashes, pretty as they kiss your skin with each scattered blink. “I thought PDA was a no-go for you?” He glanced to the side temporarily before zoning back on you, casually caged in against the railing with one hand entangled within his.

“I’m making an exception.” He gave your hand another gentle squeeze and dropped his head further, the softest of kisses landing upon your lips. “There are times I want to kiss you so badly that it doesn’t matter who is around… it also helps that people eventually understand when to look elsewhere.”

Welcoming him back with puckered lips, your fingers squeezed together lovingly, unwilling to let go of the one thing so very precious to you. Such a moment was rare, given his stance on PDA, so every part of it you cherished, engraved into your memories; despite the fact it was hardly monumental.

His hand remained connected with yours, his free one wandering around to feel the smooth, glistening fabric of your cheer uniform, every frill and stretch of spandex reached his fingertips. Pulling back, you turned your head, breath lodged in your throat, body burning even as he tugged his hands away; much to his dismay. The ribbons wound around your pigtails absorbed his attention once again, not once tearing his intense gaze from them as you looked about.

You’d begun a silent celebration when you noticed that, surprisingly, nobody had witnessed Ushijima’s sudden display of affection. Or so you had thought. The slam of the ball dragged your eyes back to the court, widening upon finding Oikawa—flummoxed and speechless—staring right up at the pair of you.

“HIM? Y/N! HIM!?” You ducked your head and stepped back from the railing, hiding behind your boyfriend, his fingers flexing in confusion. “REALLY? OF ALL PEOPLE?”

“I forgot about Oikawa…” Ushijima monotoned, peering down at the court with his usual placid expression. “Perhaps with your newfound friendship, you could convince him it’s not too late to join Shiratorizawa.” You groaned and tapped his arm, softly glaring.

“Alright, you need to relax with that obsession. It’s… I-I don’t even have a word for it right now, just…” The two of you ignored Oikawa’s befuddled yelling into the stands, exchanging looks that held more than the average eye could see. With your fingers still tightly woven together you sighed and sat down, tugging him along with you as you prepared an in depth explanation on why he needed to relax and leave Oikawa alone.

You hadn’t noticed but throughout the whole ‘lecture’ you gave him, Ushijima’s gaze was entirely fixated upon the sway of the ribbons in your hair, occasionally switching back to stare at the move of your plush lips, contemplating his list of choices and repercussions. He’d repeat it as many times as it took, it was true; you were very pretty. Especially in ribbons.

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USHIJIMA + SUGAR DADDY!

tags: mdni, fem!reader, sugar daddy ushijima, ceo ushijima, throat fucking, throat bulge, size kink, ushijima's cock is huge nd that's so valid of him<3, mutual pining

word count: 1.1k

notes: this is part of my new year event! SURPRISE two in one day bc i wanted to actually finish it in january<3 this is my last fic for the event :')

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ushijima's favourite part of your body is your neck.

he's obsessed with it — how elegant it looks when it's dripping in the diamond jewellery he buys for you, how dainty and fragile it looks when his rough hands circle it like a crude necklace.

he loves how pretty it looks littered in his marks, and the fact that you wear them with pride; because you are proud, proud of yourself for managing to have someone so powerful eating from the palm of your hand.

the noises that escape from your throat are enough to bring the feared ceo to his knees, and he knows that if you ever grew tired of his money, if you ever craved something more, he'd set the world on fire to watch your eyes light up.

he thinks his favourite thing of all about your neck is that only he gets to see it like this; with your head hanging over the edge of the bed while his long cock bullies its way down your throat.

the fat bulge of it shifts the swarovski studded necklace he'd just clasped around your throat, the delicate sound of crystals jingling a contrast to the rough gags coming from you every time he pushes past your limit.

his fingers curl around the nape of your neck, supporting your head and allowing him to skim his thumb along the outline of his cock, feeling you gulp around him at the faint touch. your hands are curled into fists at your sides in a feeble attempt to keep from reaching down and touching yourself without permission.

he moves slowly, enjoying the way your spit is leaking from the corner of your mouth, lips stretched thin to accommodate his girth. he knows that it couldn't be a comfortable position to maintain, but you fight to do it anyway because you're always so resolved to make him feel good too.

even though he's nestled deep in your throat, there's still some of his shaft that refuses to fit into the inviting heat of your mouth — even after months of training your throat.

he's never been too pushed about fitting the entirety in, amazed that you even manage to take as much of him as you can in the first place — he's used to girls paling at the sight of how big he is. he'd taught himself to be content with lips trailing up and down the side of his shaft and fucking lubed up thighs because they were too afraid to even try to take him, and he couldn't exactly blame them.

but then there was you, whose eyes didn't widen when his length first slapped intimidatingly against his stomach — no, your eyes had narrowed in what could only be described as determination.

and it paid off, because you were the first girl who he could truly let go with — rearranging your insides while your crying face was shoved into silk sheets, bruising your walls when you rode him in the driver's seat of his bugatti, ruining your voice for days when you managed to get your mouth around him like tonight.

he thinks that you're worth it, worth every last penny he's given you. he'd give you his entire company if you asked; sign everything he has to show from it over in your name if it meant that you'd shoot him that smile that he hopes is reserved only for him.

it's the smile you shoot him whenever he slips a black credit card into the palm of your hand, whenever he stays in bed longer because you don't want him to stop holding you; it's warm and grateful and everything he's no longer used to seeing since he reached the top.

and really, there isn't a price he could put on this — on the feeling of your tongue running along his shaft the best that you could, tracing the veins that run along the side of it. you hum around him, vibrations running right through him and he bucks into your mouth twice before he can regain control.

you lift your head as much as you can in this position, pushing into the thumb resting on your throat so that he's putting pressure on his own cock; he hisses at the way you get impossibly tighter from it.

you do it again and he takes the hint, keeping the hand supporting your head there while his other calloused palm takes the place of his thumb, pushing down firmer and brushing against your new necklace.

he swears he sees heaven then; finds it in the choked noises you're making, feels it in how you take him in the way that only you can, tastes it when the pleasure overwhelms him completely.

he can't last long, not like this. he tries to take it easy on you, going to pull from your mouth but is quickly stopped when you desperately grab the backs of his thighs to keep him lodged in your throat.

he cums with a deep groan straight down your throat, fingers twitching where they're still holding you. you whimper at the feeling of him pulsing in your mouth and swallow every last drop greedily, not letting him step away until his cock gives one final, weak twitch. overstimulation clouds his senses when you finally disconnect with a wet pop!, leaving one last kiss on the head of his cock.

he moves his hands to your shoulders, lifting you upright and giving you a second while you adjust to the new position.

you reach up to fix the way the necklace is sitting and he gently nudges your hands away, doing it himself before tracing his fingertips along your collarbones lightly.

his voice is as soft as his touch, but he can't make himself say the words he desperately craves, to ask the question that plagues him. "it looks beautiful on you. i'll have to pick up the matching earrings before the gala next week."

you follow the touch with your eyes before looking back up to his face, breath hitching in your throat at the intensity of the look he's shooting you.

you take a deep breath before speaking and you almost lose your nerve entirely, but any doubts are snuffed from your mind at the way he's still looking at you like you're somehow the most valuable thing in his life.

"my parents are gonna be in town tomorrow." surprise flickers in his eyes before turning to something more, something hopeful. you take another breath before continuing, hoping you aren't crossing some invisible boundary, that you haven't read too far into the complicated relationship you shared. "i think they'd really like to meet the man i've been spending all my time with."

he speaks slowly, nodding his head, "and... what would i be introduced to them as?"

you feel bold. "my boyfriend, i hope."

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