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when you start writing for ushijima >>>>>>>>>>>>>

can you tell im begging?

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inevitable | u. wakatoshi

➳ tags ;; fluff n smut, getting together, first times together, unprotected sex, intentional lower case 18+

➳ wc ;; 1.9k (WHAT THE FUCK)

➳ a/n ;; ask n u shall recieve (i had rlly bad brainrot tn actually)

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if you had to describe ushijima wakatoshi in one word, you think the word you would chose is inevitable.

in·ev·i·ta·ble | /inˈevidəb(ə)l/ adjective certain to happen; unavoidable

of all the ways you could describe a person, it's probably not the best word. you could think of a laundry list of other ones to describe - really. hard-working, dependable, strong-willed, mindful, cautious. he's a lot of things and you think that's why he's so good at what he does. he's powerful but he he's brilliant at where he uses that power.

you would also use words like that to describe him, if you had too. if you had to give someone the run-down of wakatoshi - you could probably give them a whole speech about his accolades. he's probably the kindest person you know and he does that mostly on accident. he helps little old ladies carry groceries and lets your niece climb his arms like monkey bars with the most plain look on his face.

he's a lot of things - funny on accident, charming on purpose. but of all the things he is - to you, the thing he is most, is inevitable.

it's not hard for you to admit that you weren't exactly.. welcoming to ushijima when you first met him. you were a barista and he was well.. a big, pro-athlete who came to buy straight dark coffee every morning. after his work-outs (or what you figured was workouts since he always looked pretty sweaty) he bought himself precisely one pastry and a bottle of water and went about his day.

and it went like that for months. obviously you found him handsome - the way you could basically autopilot your shifts but completely broke down when he was there was evidence of that. he was tall, broad, handsome and nice. the kind of man who meets your grandmother, you think.

he always asked about you and you gave him short answers. too nervous to elaborate but he made you anyways, somehow and some way. and he comes back to you every week with details of your life you'd only mention in passing. he'd chuckle - a soft little smile at the way your eyes went wide. for someone so dense, he wasn't all that out of touch when it came to you. one morning your hands trembling just a little more than normal when you hand him back his change

(he tells you later he paid in cash just to see you stumble)

and he asks you with a plain look. observant.

"do i make you nervous?"

that's when you knew, really. you stood no chance against the all-consuming force that was and is ushijima wakatoshi. the subtlety and nuance in all of his actions left you worse for wear and any suspicions you had about how he might be treating you were to be confirmed much later down that line.

he's dense in the same way avocadoes are fruit. it's true, technically - but in a lot of ways and functionally it's just not the same. you think that the better word to use for him is selectively intelligent - like he doesn't bother thinking about anything that doesn't interest him for more than two minutes. but on the rare occasion it does interest him, i.e how you interest him - he becomes some kind of expert.

you've always been a little stubborn when it came to love. heartbreak does that to you - and you were overly cautious with ushijima. you let your heart walk on eggshells. you didn't let his gestures or touches or glances mean anything to you. you didn't let yourself be swayed by the smell of his cologne - sweet and woodsy on the back of your throat. not by the way he placed his hand on your lower back to walk past you on days off.

and when he took you out, to see the movies and stargaze, you told yourself it isn't a date. you tried your best really. because there is something really unbelievable about ushijima wakatoshi liking you - beyond the fact that he's some pro-athlete.

there's something about him that's a little unreal. not that he's perfect, but that all of his flaws make him more attractive. it almost bothers you but he doesn't seem to understand when you give him those lengthy explanations. hands making all types of gestures, flustered as he smiles. he doesn't take anything from your little lecture that day, just gives you a once over as he drives you home.

"oh, so you find me attractive?"

you didn't stand a chance. he was, and is, inevitable. everything about him has this powerful but subtlety all-consuming nature to him. you think the best way to think of it is like letting yourself float. the way you release the weigh in your body and inevitable give into letting it hold you. even if waves came - you'd probably stay in that state.

ushijima is like that. a constant presence and overwhelming force. you get swayed without even thinking. he could probably become president, if he really wanted. lucky for everyone else, he just wants to play volleyball. you think that it's a shame in equal parts that it's a gift but you digress.

the point is that you could never really be away from ushijima. and as hard as you tried to avoid the growing affection - you find that ushijima is always a few steps ahead. always reaching far beyond you with big, strong hands.

you try so hard, to avoid the inevitable. you do it with your whole soul. you're honestly just.. intimated. you've never felt something like him before - not once in your whole life. you're afraid of what'll happen when you succumb to the waves so you dodge the deep sea for weeks and weeks.

he found you after your shift one day after 3 weeks of dry texting and avoided phone calls. wearing a suit and a purple shirt and a nice watch, he has flowers too. and you're in.. a barista uniform with tousled everything and smudged mascara.

inevitable is really the only word. as you stop dead in your tracks, and as ushijima pulls you aside with the mostly gentlemanly smile. you kind of wanna cry when you look at him.

"i've waited a long time but i don't think i can much longer,"― he shifts a little. he almost looks nervous - it's the first time you've ever seen him look anything but overwhelmingly confident ― "i like you and i'd like to be with you,"

he doesn't really offer you much other than a confession and his hands. the frustrating thing is that he doesn't need to. it's the first time he's seen you cry but he handles you well, does it easily like he does everything else. like somehow he's just good at it, soothes you while you sob into his chest and melt into his presence and let yourself fall underwater.

in a probably not so surprising turn of events, you find that ushijima fucks with the same approach that he does most other things.

with careful consideration that seems effortlessly. it makes you feel a little hopeless that he feels good at everything. even at comforting you.

the first time you have sex, you take off his shirt for him. and he takes your hand and puts it up to his chest. gives you the most gentle look. his heart-beat is rapid.

"you make me .. nervous too. just so you know,"

the one thing about ushijima is that everything about him is big and wide and broad. he kisses you like he's trying to circle the solar system - there's a slowness to it. a vastness as he has you seated in his lap with his hands exploring up your body. his hands are everywhere. he's good with them. not too gentle but not too rough as the spread your thighs open.

he cups your pussy and it fits in his whole palm. his middle finger teases your slit as his kisses travel south, down your jaw and onto your neck. they latch onto your chest with a little breathless sigh - like he can't even breathe. it makes you clench when he talks to you - raspy.

"you're.... beautiful,"

he makes you shy. so shy as you lean forward a little and rock into his hand - a burning need nipping at you. and his eyes widen and his cock stiffens and his breath hitches and you think this is the first time you've caught him off-guard before. you wanna bask in it but you're too desperately so you latch onto his lips again.

ushijima does everything right. with knowledge in it. he kisses you and sucks on your tits and plays with your clit with this.. knowing. he likes seeing you fall apart he thinks. he likes how you get when he takes it much slower than he needs too - how he drags you through one orgasm to another with this lithe. he lets you lean over his shoulder when he fingers you - and his two fingers stretch you out like four of your own.

his cock is big. bigger than you think any person could ever take. you stare at it for a long while, gaping at it. your hands barely fit around it and that image burns itself into ushijimas brain like a permanent memory. your mouth falls open and your eyes look hazy and ushijima thinks that he's never wanted to be inside of something so bad before.

"it's so big," ― you whisper, hoarse ― "i-it won't fit,"

"i'll make it fit," ― is his only reply, kissing the crown of your head ― "sit tight,"

he does, by the way. make it fit. he makes it fit good - makes it stretch your pussy out but you don't feel like you'll break. there's a little pressure inside, and your clit swells with desire and blood - but it fits. and his eyes are glued to the way your cute little cunt seems to be swallowing him like it's nothing. it's enough to make him lose his mind.

"c-can i move?"

you nod and he does. slow at first. he draws the noise from you - a slow and soft moan leaving your lips as he drags his cock in and out of you. but it gets faster, goes much faster than you thought it could.

eventually he has you bouncing in his lap, on his cock, with such force that you feel like you can't breathe. it feels unbelievable, sets off a supernova in your gut like at any moment you could come undone. you feel like you're breaking and ushijima doesn't help, soft grunts and whispered affections.

"you're so beautiful," and "im so happy" that make you feel dizzy. you'd probably give him anything he asks for. he bounces you on his cock and lets his thumb just rest on your clit and you're so close you can almost taste it.

"cum for me," ― like he's begging ― "please,"

what choice do you have anyways? you cum on his cock with a silent scream, like your voice is tearing a blackhole into space and you shudder while he holds you in place. he finishes only seconds afterwards.

"did it feel good?"

you give him a wide-eyed look. he's dense at times. you don't know how to hate him for it so you just sigh and nod, cozying to him.

"y..yeah,"

he kisses your forehead, sweaty and tired.

"good,"

yeah. you were right.

you never had a single chance of winning against him.

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#WHY DID THIS GET SO LONG WHAT THE FUCK #return to sender #ushijima x reader #haikyuu x reader #prettyboy.thirsts #formal #writing tag #IM GONNA BE SICK HOW DID THIS EVEN HAPPEN #haikyuu smut #ushijima smut

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sakis-sweets · 2 years

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on several occasions i have reblogged posts with something like “remind me to write a fanfic about this later” and then no one ever reminds me >:( except the lovely @bramblie who requested this steeeeeamy fanfic 👀👀👀 that actually ended up kinda feelsy lol. this one will be treading into nsfw territory so no minors please! on to the showwww

“Wait!” Kaga suddenly exclaimed.

Megami froze and pulled her fingers away from the buttons on his shirt. “Why?”

“U-Um...” Kaga searched for the right words. Megami couldn’t help but stare down at her husband; his burning cheeks, his disheveled locks, the wrinkled sheets under his body, the way his shirt had already started coming untucked to expose some of his smooth skin, and his - well, it was definitely there a few seconds ago, but not anymore.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes! Yeah, I am, just... uh... could we turn out the lights...?”

“We can,” Megami said slowly, “but why?”

Kaga gripped his arm in response to her question. Megami had never seen him show so much... insecurity. Kaga had definitely been sincere and vulnerable in front of her before; it was moments like that that’d punched through her defenses and made her fall in love with him. That was why they were in this situation now, of course. They hadn’t even slept together on their wedding night, which would have made this their first time. Was there more to that story than just her initial lack of affection? Did he not trust her yet?

“Kaga,” she whispered, “my sweet. I won’t make you talk about it now, but whenever you’re ready, we can work through whatever it is together. No matter what, I won’t judge you.”

Her husband looked up at her, his eyes more pained than she had ever seen. She flashed a brilliant smile, kissed his forehead, and moved to get off the bed and grant his request. That is, until his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. “Wait,” he cried again. Megami answered with a patient stare. “I... thank you for respecting my boundaries,” he started awkwardly. He wasn’t used to using such vocabulary, but it worked better than his maniacal screeching. “I can tell you, but... stop me if you feel like you’re gonna have to make some sort of legal intervention.” he said. Megami’s brow furrowed just a tad, but she sat next to him and listened.

“The thing is... well, I’m sure you know about that accident my club at Akademi got into. It... wasn’t an accident. I wanted to see if I could temporarily increase a group’s cognitive abilities, so...” Kaga waited for Megami to stop him, but she said nothing. He took a deep breath and continued his confession. “I started diffusing a solution I’d made into the air of the club room. I shut off the ventilation to prevent intervention from outside factors and to stop the solution from getting outside the club. And it worked - they figured out in absolutely no time what was turning their hair grey. That wasn’t part of the plan, it just happened. One thing led to another, and... well, it got dumped on me. They eventually recovered, and the whole thing got covered up anyway, but I still have the burns. I just didn’t want you to see that without being prepared. And maybe I also didn’t want to get arrested... and maybe I don’t want you to be disappointed about having a scarred husband.”

Megami let out a breath. “Well, first of all, that’s not going to happen. You know how closely guarded that school’s reputation is.” Megami considered what else she could say to soothe her husband. In a TV drama, now would be the time to dramatically reveal her own scars to foster a sense of camaraderie with her lover. However, Megami was already half exposed, and her skin was clearly flawless. Her injuries were few and always carefully treated to prevent such scarring. So, Megami did what she always did - flaunted her pragmatism. “Scar tissue doesn’t get passed down to offspring. I have no obligation to care about such things. And now I am fully prepared to see everything you’ve been hiding under your clothes. If you are now similarly prepared, may I?”

Kaga stared at her for a moment, evaluating her response. A normal person might have felt offended at such an emotionless response to a sensitive topic. Kaga was not a normal person. He grinned. “Well, you won’t be able to see anything with the lights off. Better keep them on.”

Something primal flashed in Megami’s eyes as she pinned him down again, her delicate fingers quickly unbuttoning his shirt. She threw it open and the cloth unfurled behind him like wings. The scars were severe; his skin had wrinkled and darkened along his shoulders and down his chest. To Megami, it was simply another part of her other half. Kaga flinched as she leaned down and kissed the scarred tissue. “M-Megami,” he whispered in light protest.

“Does this bother you?”

“Nn... not if it doesn’t bother you...”

Megami smiled against his scars and continued tracing kisses along the lines, following them down his toned chest. A part of her wanted to caress them with her tongue, but she ultimately decided to save that for another time. Tonight was already very vulnerable. As she approached the end of the trail, she reached over and gently placed her palm between his legs. An eager smile stretched her lips - it had returned.

“You should see the look on your face,” said Kaga with a laugh. “Who would have thought the Saikou heiress would seem so deranged because of one man’s parts?”

“Does it bother you?” she asked, echoing his earlier question.

Kaga grinned and sat up, capturing her lips in one fluid movement. “Not at all,” he whispered. “Show me more.”

#yandere simulator #yansim #kaga x megami #kaga kusha #megami saikou #kagami #YEAHHHHHHH THIS HAPPENED #this is the first of the Big Sick oneshots #feel free to send more requests #now that i think about it i dont remember anything about the original prompt only what i got in my dms two days ago #so if this ended up being extremely different then im sorry!!

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