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KAMA SUTRA SESSIONS!

°❀°•༢ ❥ SYNOPSIS: When you get an appointment from a passing athlete who wants to better his game with women, who's better to answer the call than the resident sęx therapist?

°❀°•༢ ❥ CW: 8.7k words, told in first person, sẽx therapist!fem!reader, post timeskip!ushijima, not mentioned but ages are both 26, use of an oc, dialogue-heavy, pwp, peņetration, cunnilīngus, fiňgering, sqûirting, implied size difference, unprotected

°❀°•༢ ❥ DEAR READER, FROM CHRIS: So this was inspired by my most recent field of study: s*x and the kama sutra. and from my research and thinking "hm, who would have an interest in this?" is how this fic came to be. hope you enjoy!

In the life as a sex therapist, there’s some things that you hear, see, and even experience that add years to the career.

At first, I thought it was going to be a failed business move, considering that sex is seen as a taboo topic by some. I mean, it’s a process as natural as birth but people shame it with such strong resentment…like it’s an unimaginable evil that’s ruining the world.

I couldn’t help but to think my discouragement was properly placed. I was in a town with families, retirees, no one that would really need my advice.

That “failed business move” of a thought lasted all of a week.

Thanks to the small pickett signs I personally had made and placed around the office building’s parking lot and nearby plazas, I had clients booking with me by the hour.

Couples of all ages—some married, some divorced, many singles, even polyamorous groupings contacted my office.

When people heard of a new sex therapist entering the area and started booking sessions with me, I could only wish to know what was going through their minds.

I’ve dealt with teary confessions about how wives have lost attraction for their husbands, husbands who come to terms with the fact that they don’t know how to please their wives. I’ve even gotten singles who’ve come in just to make sure they still know how to perform in the bedroom.

In these past four years, I’ve learned that just because people shun the idea of sex and sexual education during the day, they’ll come on their hands and knees at night. It’s been an interesting ride, but I can proudly say that I’ve helped many people in the area rekindle their sparkle and to finally achieve their goals with their partners.

The days I’ve spent at the office were nothing short of fulfilling—and today was supposed to be like no other.

Supposed to, of course.

My day started out like normal; waking up in my bed with my eyes fluttering open. The first thing I settled my hazy squint onto was the rays of sunlight peeking through my creme shutters, begging to illuminate my room.

I pried my hand from underneath my pillow to grab my phone off on my bedside table, the screen greeting me with a single message:

(1) VOICEMAIL FROM: Hana

Hana, my cheeky, bright-eyed, receptionist. She joined me when she was a freshman at the local community college, just taking classes until she figured out what she wanted to do with her life. Fast-forward to today, she’s a fresh graduate with a bachelors in psychology.

She’s taken it upon herself to call her around 6 A.M every day with a debrief of the day ahead. When I asked her why she does it, the sweet girl simply told me the extra effort was the least she could do.

Since then, I’ve bumped her pay high enough so that she can support herself by herself and haven’t pressed the topic a vowel further.

With my debriefing at hand, I sat up in my bed, sleep still lingering behind my eyelids. I have half a mind to cancel whatever appointments I have today and sleep just for an hour more. But when I looked down at the time on my screen, it was a reality I knew I couldn’t afford.

9:00 A.M.

My office opened in an hour and my first appointment always starts at 10:30…bless me.

“Okay, Hana, let’s see what you have for me,” I mumbled as I clicked on the awaiting tab.

As my thumb pressed the play button, Hana’s voice instantly became my background noise for my morning routine—which began in the bathroom for a shower.

“‘Morning, Y/N! Hope you slept well! I have good news and bad news for you. And no, I can’t give you the bad news first because it’s intertwined with the good news. So for starters, you have a light day—one appointment! Bad news…and this is a first for us…this client booked you for a few hours.”

“Hours?!? What the fu—“

Just hearing that made me pop my head from behind the glass shower door. Clients usually meet with me for an hour, an hour and a half if needed but hours???

“I know exactly what you’re thinking because…what the fuck?? But when I explain more about him, I think you’ll be impressed.”

“Okay, you’ve got a bit of a celebrity on your hands today. This one is Ushijima Wakatoshi. He’s 26, a player for the Schweiden Alders…a professional volleyball team. He’s playing a game against our national team and is gonna be in town for a few days. He booked with you because, and this is in his words, he says that he’s a little “awkward in the realm of love and wants to improve his social skills and….intimate skills.” He also sent over test results…he’s clean, just to let you know . So…have fun with this one!”

And just like that, Hana’s cheery voice was reduced to naught, melding with the stillness of my bathroom.

I turned off the water, standing in a foggy haze. There was only one thought in my mind:

Well then, Ushijima Wakatoshi…let’s start the day together right.

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“Hana! Oh my sweet flower, I brought your favorite♪!” I sang, entering through the office’s front door.

Hana lifted her head from behind the monitor, her bright smile complementing my own.

“An omlettle with cheese and hash browns on the side?!?” She squealed, jumping from her seat.

“Mhm! Enjoy!”

Before I could take a step further, Hana ran to greet me with a hug, her curly black hair dusting along my chest.

“Thank you, Thank you!” She cheered, stepping back from me. She quickly took the stuffed brown bag from my hands before returning to her desk.

With a fading grin, I turned my attention down towards my top, a fitted rose dress shirt with just a few top buttons left undone. I wiped a few wrinkles away, shifting my attention down to my black pressed slacks that didn't face the same fate.

Still just as fresh and clean as when I left my apartment.

“So,” I began as I walked towards Hana. “How much do I have before our guest checks in?”

“Mmm, about 20. But Y/N…he’s so hot! I looked him up and wow! Like…I’m kinda confused how he’s having issues with girls. I’m sure the women at his matches throw themselves at him,” Hana gushed between a bite of her omelette.

I leaned against the rim of the desk, resting my red leather purse and my hips along the surface.

“Oh, you know how it goes. Looks can get you far, but it’s your words and actions that determine your success. I bet he does look good, but he probably needs more work on his confidence.”

“Ah, true. Well, you go tidy up your office and I’ll run the vacuum out here in a few,” Hana said, her hand shooing me away.

I grabbed my bag and giggled, “Okay, okay! But—“

I couldn’t even finish my thought when the front door tolled open, gaining a stare out of Hana and me.

“Um…excuse me…I’m here for Dr. L/N. I have an appointment at 10:30, but I just wanted to show up a little early,” the deep voice announced.

I turned my head to meet the owner behind such a voice, just for my eyes to be stunned at the sight.

A man, a tall one at that. He stood in the middle of the office with a straight face, staring back at Hana and I. His hair was a shade of brown unique to him only, brushed back to reveal his entire face. His features were strong—his jawline sharp, his cheekbones high, brows trimmed and clean, his eyes glimmering like that of a polished citrine gem.

Hana was right…he really was something to marvel at.

He stood with his hands behind his back, impassively waiting for someone to reply—or not, he really seemed unbothered.

I didn’t even need to guess what his physique could be underneath such proper garb. Those muscles weren’t shy of peeking beneath the navy suit he wore. The white dress shirt beneath was crisp, and no tie was in sight —which I guess is casual to him.

I bit my lip softly, I’ve never been intimidated by a man before, but this one made my face swell with a wafting heat. So this is Ushijima Wakatoshi…the name fits him perfectly.

Nonetheless, I had a job to do.

I rolled my shoulders back and began a few short steps towards him, the click of my heels slienced against the plush sage green carpet.

There I was, standing before him. My height met him just beneath his collar—and that’s thanks to my heels. I held my hand out to him, my glossed lips curling into a rich smile.

“Mr. Ushijima, it’s so nice to meet you! I’m Dr. L/N, but Y/N works just fine. This is Hana, my lovely receptionist.”

His hand was rough and worked, but slid against my palm like butter, his warmth melding into my touch. His thumb sat past my own, the rough pad swiping ever so softly along my skin. When my eyes finally eased from their shared smile as my lips, I couldn’t look away from him.

His own gaze was captivating, almost entrapping me in a trace of just him and I. I watched as his lips curled into a faint smile, a brief flash of white meeting my eyes.

“Oh, Y/N, it’s wonderful to meet you! Please, feel free to call me Ushijima or Wakatoshi! I’ve been waiting for this appointment for a while now..

He broke away from our contact to give his attention to Hana, waving to her with his other hand.

“And it’s nice to meet you too, Hana! Thank you for your hard work!”

I didn’t need to look back to know the look on Hana’s face: she’s a flustered mess with her tongue caught in a shudder.

“O-Oh…thanks, sir! It’s not without Y/N, though. I c-can tell you that you’ll be in…great hands!.”

Ushijima turned his sights back towards me, that muted curl of his lips growing into a full-bodied smile at last.

“I sure hope so.”

I gave Ushijima one last smile before taking my hand away from his, my hands clasping together.

“Let’s begin! I’ll bring you back and we’ll get on,” I announced, turning away from Ushijima.

As I passed by the desk, I grabbed my bag and gave Hana a swift smirk, one she returned with a wink.

Ushijima and I descended down the hall until we arrived to a room a door down from my office, room 165.

I turned the doorknob as I leaned against the white door, “Come on in.”

Ushijima nodded as he passed me, the faint scent of his cologne whisked past my nose. It’s rich—bergamot, some sage, amber, and even a hint of vanilla. That’s a good mix, and his body isn’t rejecting it, a man who knows his signature scent is a rare one these days.

The room I bought us to was of decent size—about the size of a child’s bedroom. The walls were handpainted by Hana and I some years ago, a soft peach with white carpeting. The furniture was all espresso colored, from the two leather seats that faced one another, the coffee table between the two, and the bookshelf that stood against the window.

It was a pretty comfy room, one that many current and past clients raved about.

“Pick your side and get comfortable, we’re gonna be here awhile,” I teased, closing the door behind me.

“I must apologize for that. I heard about you some time ago during a tournament and I’ve always wanted to have a sit down with you. And since I don’t come to the States often, I thought it was best to have an ample amount of time with you,” Ushijima confessed as he settled into the leather arm chair.

I followed suit, placing my bag onto the table as I sank into the seat.

“Oh, don’t apologize! You’re actually my only client today, so we can take up all day if need be. I want you to leave here confident and more sure of yourself. Which brings me to my first question…”

I folded my legs over one other, resting my hands within my lap. My eyes settled over Ushijima, not with the same set that marveled at him just minutes before. This time, I excused his attraction for purpose, preparing myself to ask the timeless question:

“What brings you in today?”

Ushijima brought himself to sit up in his seat, his large hands drifting to brace his clothed thigh.

“Well, put shortly—I wanna get better with women. I can’t talk to them, and then I see my teammates—they can strike up a conversation with them so easily. And women do talk to me, but it’s just not…oh how can I put this…with substance?”

“What do women say to you?” I asked, leaning back into the couch.

“Just talk about my looks, or how impressed they are. I’ve heard it one too many times, it gets tiring. I know they’re just trying to make conversation with me by complimenting me, but those things just bore me. My teammates love that kind of attention, but it all seems pointless to me.”

“And why is that?”

“Because,” Ushijima sighed. “It’s just going to go nowhere. I’m not into hooking up, the thought bores me honestly. I mean, I feel that you don’t get the best of someone after one night, especially if your goal is just sex.”

“So then Ushijima—”

“Wakatoshi…please call me, Wakatoshi,” Ushijima intervened, a feeble smile creeping onto his face.

“Okay…Wakatoshi, call me Y/N. Doctor is just too formal for me,” I added. “But it still begs the question, Wakatoshi: What are you looking for?”

“As in my romantic goals or my type?”

“Both work perfectly! Your interests do tie into your romantic goals,” I informed him.

Now, it’s so unbecoming of me to ask a client what their type is…but Ushijima is such a special case that I’ll overlook just this once.

After posing the question to him, Ushijima took a moment of silence to ponder, his eyes narrowing down on me.

“My type is…smart. Really smart. A put together woman with a good sense of humor. I’m more on the rigid side but I do appreciate a woman who can find joy in things. Her beauty goes without saying, so basically—a woman of substance.”

“Okay, sounds—

“What’s your type?”

Just the query to catch me off my guard…and pique my interest. In all my years, I’ve never had a client return any of my questions to me; I didn’t think Ushijima would be the first.

My cheeks flickered with heat, but I found comfort within the moment by biting my tongue softly. My eyes were pinned on him, Ushijima still wearing that blank yet firm expression on his face— neutral eyes, brows stilled and his mouth free of any curl or twitch.

Just a peaceful face behind a stinging question.

“I don’t see how that matters…?” I said, staring at Ushijima through a razor-sharp squint.

“But it does matter. It’s not a hard question unless you make it one,” he continued. “What’s your type of man, Y/N? It’d be nice to know, since we’re gonna be here awhile together.”

A grin perked up onto his lips, the cracks of pearly white teeth breaking onto the scene.

“Can’t I ask you some questions too?”

My lips broke apart between a brewing sigh, the tip of my tongue pressed against the gummy flesh of my cheek. I can’t deny him to be honest, we are stuck here for some time, and this session couldn’t continued as a one sided conversation forever.

“Alright, my type…my type…. I like a tall man, a nice athletic build, keeps himself well kept. As far as personality: smart, kind, respectful, responsible, and thoughtful. Thoughtfulness, however, is a big one for me. It’s nice to know you mean so much to someone that they would take actions out of that place of love. That’s quite admirable in my eyes.”

There was an air of silence between Ushijima and I. He sat still and I did the same. Our eyes hadn’t broken from each other either, yet the softening hues of olive green made me feel calm beneath Ushijima’s gaze.

But this was an appointment, not a staring contest. I was the first to break the silence.

“A-hem..Um… well, I digress, let’s continue,” I choked out.

I broke the eye contact Ushijima and I worked so hard to maintain with a simple blink, searching for the next territory of topic to enter.

“So where did we—talked about types…but that’s not exactly helpful in the slightest. I know you wanted to address conversation too, but can you explain a little bit more?”

Ushijima nodded calmly, but that wasn’t all I got from him. Vunerabilty was one hell of a feeling, and it dusted the highs of his cheeks red. And as his skin began to run hot, Ushijima himself grew antsy, his hand coming to rub at the nape of his neck.

But…it was cute to me. The emotions I see on a daily basis are pride, sadness, anger—but embarrassment is a rare one that I can always appreciate.

“I…I don’t know how to flirt. It’s always awkward and I honestly feel stupid,” he mumbled, his stare pinned down at his pants.

“I hear you,” I consoled, a faint smile crowding at my lips.

“It’s such an unspoken realm that everyone is expected to know how to do but with no explanation. Flirting is something that is also unique to each person. It can be acts of kindness, giving compliments,—or the complete opposite. Some people like to tease, play rough, or even act cold as a form of flirting.”

Ushijima followed along with me, nodding his head every so often.

“So then, what is the best way of flirting?” He asked.

“Well, I can’t say. —

“Let me rephrase,” He interjected. “What would a man have to do or say to you in order for you to be interested in him?”

“Wit.”

“Wit?”

“Yeah, I love witty, intelligent conversations. It could be anything and I’ll find interest in it. Just being able to express your intelligence to me—whether it be on topic you know or asking questions, I love it all. I guess to keep it short, the mind and how a man expresses his knowledge is what gets me interested.”

The presence of a faint grin lit up Ushijima’s face.

“That’s what it takes, hm…”

An air of enticement bled into the room and it shamefully claimed me as its victim. I’ll admit, I’ve never had a client as interesting as Ushijima. Aside from his genuine intrigue about sex and the ways of courting, he seems to have something more on his mind—and I wanted to know every single detail. But he plays along too well, thanks to that blank expression he wears so proudly. But he slipped up with that damn grin, now it’s my turn to play the next hand.

I placed my hand on the open cushion beside me, the tips of my fingers drumming along the leather surface.

“Come sit, let’s do an exercise…just so it really sinks in. Maybe you’ll be able to use this as reference for the next lady that catches your eye.”

And just like that, Ushijima was swift to oblige. I was hooked on the sight of him standing from his seat, his hand toying with the buttons of his blazer. The white dress shirt he wore was finally revealed to me, the subtle hints of his muscular frame peeking through.

His steps were calm and controlled, carefully trudging around the glass coffee table. Ushijima held himself with a confidence unmatched to any man I’ve met thus far. He was interesting to observe, and even more fun to tease. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested in seeing how far we could go, all kinds of thoughts were plaguing my mind.

As he stood over me, I had to bite back a smile, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.

This was turning out to be an interesting session, after all.

Ushijima placed himself on the couch at an arm’s length away, leaving an untasteful gap amongst us. Yet when my eyes had fallen on his stoic face, the man’s fair skin was budding with the innocence of pink.

“Well don’t be shy, Wakatoshi,” I cooed. My hand patted at the spot just beside my thigh, hinting for him to move closer.

“We are here together for quite some time, might as well get…a little close.”

With a firm nod, Ushjima bridged the gap between strangers to acquanitances among us, his body now resting snug at my side. He had yet to face me, as if he was embarrassed to do. I noticed that he kept his hands in his lap, his digits nervously fiddling around.

I reached over to his hand, softly grazing along the back of his hand to ease his worries.

“Ushijima? You ready? We don’t have to do this, if you’re not comfortable—”

“No, let’s do it,” he huffed, his body turned towards me. “What kind of exercise are we doing?” He asked, turning his body to face me.

“Great! For the exercise, let’s pretend we’re meeting at…oh, I dunno, a bar. Do your best to try and ask me out on a date.”

“Um…Y/N…you do realize that the fact that I can’t ask anyone on a date is why we’re here, right?”

“Yes…I do, thank you for that. Use your imagination—a bar has ambiance lighting, soft music, drinks on rotation, play on the environment, and make a good impression, okay?”

Ushijima sat in silence for a moment, his eyes narrowing as the seconds passed. I could assume that he was thinking—really thinking at that.

I almost pulled into my own daze of boredom, the color of the walls catching my eye—until the quiet mumble of his voice broke the stilled air.

“Well…what do you drink at a bar?”

I tucked my leg beneath me as I shifted myself to give Ushijima my full and undivided attention. He mirrored me, turning so that we were both facing one another. Yet again, our eyes locked, unwilling to falter from the view we had of one another.

“I usually go for a glass of wine, I’m not a fan of heavy liquor.”

“Wine’s a good choice. Are you someone who pairs wine with food?”

I shook my head, “Not really. But, I do know that red wine goes best with some fruits, chocolate, and steak. Rosé goes best with grilled vegetables or salmon, and white is the best of both worlds.”

“Oh really?” Ushijima hummed. “I never realized wine could be so specific. Since you know so much, why not put your knowledge to the test?”

“And how are we gonna do that?”

A soft smile grew across Ushijima’s lips. He seemed to relax a bit–his shoulders laxed, his side now resting against the couch’s back cushions, he even shifted a bit closer to me too; all of which made me ease up too. I wasn’t feeling as guilty as I was before–if anything, I was pleased with the way our exercise was going.

Ushijima has such a nice, easy voice that greets the ear so kindly, and his eyes were just so alluring to stare into, I could sit here for hours just watching how his moss green hues catch the light of every hour. Not to mention that the scent of his cologne was finally welcomed into the scene, just wafting past my nose every so often.

He had all the making of an ideal guy, so why isn’t he–

“I know a place near here, a nice restaurant with a wine cellar in the basement,” he led on. “ They have collections that date back years, and from what I know, the darker the wine, the richer…no, the sweeter it drips on the tongue. I’d like to hear your thoughts in a…professional setting, if you may.”

“I’d like that,” I nodded, a curling grin consuming my senses. “I’m sure you’d have some thoughts to tell me too.”

Ushijima shrugged, his hand coming to brace the pulse of his neck. “Honestly, there’s a lot on my mind I could tell you so much right now, but then…well…we might not make it to the restaurant. And I’m just dying to pour you a glass of wine, so…for now I’ll be paitent.”

I pushed my lips into a wading pout. I could feel my eyes softening beneath his gaze. He could find the time to tease me back while flustered like this…interesting.

“And what if I don’t have the same patience?” I pried, a sly smirk pressed onto my lips.

That’s when Ushijima sealed the end of our improv scene, bringing his hull of a body to overshadow my own. His lips came to fill the shell of my ear with an esteemed chuckle. His breath painted against my skin, awakening my nerves to greet him. I was helpless, at his every whim—and not a fiber in me wanted it any other way.

“Then I’ll just have to tease you ‘til you break…right?”

He drew himself back gradually, our dilated eyes catching sight of each other once more. I was at a loss for words, my lips agape beneath the heat of shock. At that moment, all I could think about what would follow—his lips crashing into mine, his hands bracing every curve of my body. I wanted to be under him, to have to stare up into those eyes to plead for relief from the stirring heat flaring about my body.

But then again, this isn’t some magic fairytale…it’s an appointment.

“How was that?” He asked, his words breaking my sinful chain of thought.

“Good,” I complimented, hiding my roused thoughts behind a smile. “You’ll most definitely get a date like that.”

“Well, I might have gotten the date, but I wanna be able to…y’know…”

“To what, Ushijima? You gotta be a little more clear than that,” I smirked.

His skin began to flush itself of its tan shade in lieu of the trickles of rose dotting the highs of his cheek.

“To…please a woman.”

“Please? Like…please and thank you? I hate speaking in code…especially in a professional setting.” I continued to press.

If I had known he was so shy towards the topic of sex earlier, then we would’ve been able to ease into it. But for him to tease me like that…it’s only fair I return the gracious favor.

Ushijima’s eyes shot wide, a gasp breaking his lips apart. He was reluctant, but he gave in, biting at his bottom lip.

“Fine…I wanna know how to be good at sex…happy?”

“Oh, well to be good at sex is just the same as being a good lover. And I can show you how with this…" I trailed off.

I quickly rose from my spot on the couch, setting my sights on my bookcase. A few steps brought in front of the shelved plethora of knowledge, eyes searching for the spine of the book needed for the moment.

"Ah! Here we are," my hand plucking out the book from its peers.

“This…is the Kama Sutra. It’s an ancient Indian text written by the Hindu philosopher, Vātsyāyana Mallanaga; that explains how both men and women can lead rich sexual and social lifestyles. The Kama Sutra has become associated with sex positions over the years, but it doesn’t make it a heavy presence within the book.”

I returned to Ushijima’s side, seating myself beside him with the book in tow. I rested the Kama Sutra on his lap, allowing him to absorb the famed text. I watched as his eyes flitted about the cover, tracing every word to be found.

“Wanna flip through it?” I suggested, softly tugging at the book cover.

“Yeah,” Ushijima nodded. “I’m interested.”

From the moment I opened the book, Ushijima and I were bound by the knowledge of the old world. The pages were written in english, yet the message was something that transcended all known languages. I went on to explain to him how the kama sutra devled into how sex between two lovers should be enjoyable for everyone, and how the pleasure of the woman would lead to ultimate satisfaction for both parties.

Though I’ve read it before for papers, presentations, and even for my dissertation, reading it with Ushijima was an experience that struck the strings of my heart in a special way.

Maybe it was becasue he expressed a genuine interest in the questions he asked. Or maybe it was the cute reactions he made when things finally clicked. Or maybe it was the plain fact that I had someone beside me to read it with for once.

From time to time, I took a few moments to study Ushijima’s reaction to his answered questions. He would blink a few times, as though he had to internalize all of what was said. Then, he’d peered over to me with a smile curling up the corners of his mouth.

Our chase of knowledge led us to the chapter on positions, the page’s title calling for Ushijima’s attention to be riled.

“This chapter looks short. Where are the positions?”

“Well, the Kama Sutra actually doesn’t have any positions, it gives advice on how to select and personalize positions between lovers.”

“Huh,” he huffed. “…and what does that look like?

“Want me to show you?”

A blanket of silence fell over him, and he’s back to wearing that blank, sedated look on his face.

Damn, was that too strong? It was a little forward but I know it’s nothing—

“If it’s not too much…I’d be honored.”

“Well, then,” I grinned as I placed the book atop of the glass tabletop. “Let’s get started.”

Ushijima’s hand nuzzled along my waist, guiding me over his lap to straddle him.

“You can just sit right on me, I think we’re getting a little closer, yeah?”

“I think we are, but we can get closer too, y’know.”

“And can we do that?”

With that burning question of his, I was forced to bear the weight of what lust looks in his eyes—his pupils dilating, his eyelids growing heavy, and a mischievous smirk tracing his lips.

“Do you wanna be on top?” I quizzed, toying with the top button of his dress shirt.

“Well I’m just here to observe, so I think you should be on top,” he said, leaning back against the couch. He brought me down with him, his hands nestled along my lower back. Just like that, my chest was smothered against the tauntingly chiseled mass of his own.

My hands languidly skimmed along the face of Ushijima’s shirt. He held still as my touch consumed him and his senses whole, his lungs coaxed into a steam of shaky shallow, breaths.

“Y’know, we have to find a way to make this position our own, make sure we fit each other just right,” I hummed, draping my arms along his broad shoulders. I lowered myself further into his groin, pressing up against something hard…and twitchy.

That’s when I felt it, a thick bulge nested right between Ushijima and I.

Men are so easy, it’s so cute.

That stoic face of his was cracking right before my eyes—his eyes screwed shut, lips stunning with a puffy pout, his cheeks brushed with the innocent hues of blush. He looked so lost in his own heat, desperately squirming for a remedy.

“Oh my-fuck, Y/N. What do you want from me? I’ll do anything, just say the word!”

I brought my thumb to tug along the plush of Ushijima’s bottom lip, his glossed skin clinging to my touch.

“Aww, where’s the patience you had earlier? I thought you were gonna tease me? But seeing you like this…it’s a good look on you too, Wakatoshi.”

A gentle grin eased itself into Ushijima’s features, fueled by the same salacious nature dotting his eyes. His hold over me shifted, his hand slipping down to grasp at the thick curve of my ass. He even found the chance to snake his hand between us to cup at the underside of my thigh. He kept me near, forcing his chest to curl into mine as he sat up once more.

“I can guarantee you one thing, Y/N.” Ushijima huffed, his heavy eyes peering up at me.

“Oh, and what’s that?”

“After me, you won’t ever need another lover.”

My hazy stare fluttered between his eyes and his lips, capturing the sight of It was almost likat was all I needed to finally be sealed beneath his trance. And because of that, I was able to press a soft peck onto Ushijima’s lips, breaking away just to whisper words of encouragement for his racing mind to catch.

“Then prove it.”

Sharing my spite, Ushijima’s lips bared one final smirk before crashing against my own. His kiss told me all I needed to know–soft, puffy, and clinging to my own. The supply curves of his lips caught every pushing tide I offered, ignithing a ravenous intent deep within us both.

His hands roamed over my body, claiming every curve, every inch of me for his taking. It’s dizzying to have him like this, a nonchalant man turned hungry for every crumb to offer. He was getting restless, his hips bucking for friction all over again.

Maybe I was so focused on how dumb his lips had driven me or his hands tracing my body like a sculpture to his sculpture, but how he managed to have me pinned beneath him and smothered into the leather cushion is a mystery to me alone, but I wasn’t about to complain.

How could I when he smothered me beneath the thick of his chest, sending my head into a dizzied frenzy But with the way his lips carried such care to dance with mine was enough for me to forgive him for being so needy. The same needy–no, greedy nature made him take control without any room for debate, and I surely wasn’t planning on starting anything I couldn’t finish.

“Mm, Y/N?” He mumbled, breaking our kiss.

“Hm?"

“If I remember correctly, didn’t the book say I should make you cum a few times? Through your pleasure, I'll find mine right?"

"Look at you, guess you really are learning. I think it did...so what are we gonna do about that?"

I didn’t need to hear the words to know what he had planned. I lifted my hips to help him, his hands stripping me free of my pants.

Ushijima slotted himself between the couch and the table, clutching at my waist from below.

His arms hooked around my thighs, his hands resting within the crease of my thighs, his filled palms squeezing at the plush fat. He seemingly ignored the fact that my underwear—the most annoying fact to exist—was still on.

Until his fingers began to trace along the pink lace. Slowly, carefully, and lazily he dragged the pad of his digit all over my panties, feeding some new whim of his.

I watched him for a while as he led with his own agenda. Until I couldn’t sit still without some answer.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Am I?” He retorted, his eyes darting to meet mine.

His touch burned with the thrill of tease as he gradually followed the edges towards the inseam of my panties. The pad of his middle finger was all he relied on as he carefully traced the puffy lips of my pussy.

His finger sunk between my clothes lips, just for his discovery to be rewarded with the bud of my clit. That’s when Ushijima pinned his stare on me, antagonizing me into a game of endurance.

Those aimless strokes turned into a series of sloppy circles, Ushijima claiming my clit as his latest victim in his game of taunts.

A whine cracked from behind my lips, something was stirring deep within me. He’s just teasing me but yet it was enough for my legs to tremble and my core to grow heavy with desire. How the fuck was he doing this to me?

A sigh from Ushijima broke my train of jumbled thoughts, bringing me back into the hellish scene.

His breath fanned over the supple skin of my inner thigh, the heat inducing tremors to rake through my limbs.

“Aw, I’m making a mess, “ Ushijima sighed. “Oh well.”

He drew himself back from me, fidgeting with the buttons of his shirt. He plucked his shirt open one button at a time, stopping just midway of his chest.

I closed my legs, allowing him to tug my soaked pink pantiesf rom beneath me and off somewhere in the room. Ushijima returned to his post between my thighs—prying my legs apart for him to fill once again. His heavy arms curled around my thighs, his cheek nuzzled against the plumped skin.

My face swelled with heat as he continued his marvels, his hand cupping my cunt. His thick fingers settled against my lips, spreading the fat supple mounds apart for him to see.

“Oh, Y/N…” He mumbled, pulling my hips closer to his awaiting tongue.

A scattered sigh tore out from Ushijima’s mouth, tickling my bare pussy with its heat.

His heavy eyes were pinned to the raw sight he created of my pussy. I watched as his sights flickered over the scene, enticing his teeth to digging into his bottom lip. Determination painted his face with its fierce hues that it even fanned over to me. I’ve never had a man look at my cunt with such passion. It was enough for me to even succumb to the heat of it all.

“Mm, fuck. Just lemme…” Ushijima trailed off mindlessly.

Before he could even finish his thought, his lips were already busy with peppering kisses along my dewed folds. Kisses that were wet, sloppy and kiss carried the sweet, lewd cries of Ushijima coaxing my clit to join in his dance for two.

It’s filthy the way Ushijima works at my clit—his tongue lolls about my clit lazily, leaving glimmering soapy trails of spit to drip past my folds.

Every lash he delivers is a thoughtful one; the warm, soft flat of his tongue dragging against the puffy pearl, the sticky mess he’d made out of my clit clinging to the grooves of his tongue.

His lips are like velvet, left plump by the kisses we’d given on each just moments before. And to have those same luscious lips envelope my clit into a world that was nothing short of dizzying.

Just the thought of his ministrations alone left my clit spry, the bundle of nerves twitching within the confines of Ushijima’s sloppy mouth. He busied himself with a soporific rhythm, suckling at the rathe bud just for kicks.

Ushijima peered at me through dilated pupils, those olive hues flickering all about my face. I couldn’t imagine the sight he had of me being committed to memory: puffy lips spilling with drool, close eyes screwed shut, and crude, whimsical curses ripping from my mouth.

“Mmhm, talk to me, Angel. feels good?”

“Mm, yesyesyes! Oh fuck, just like that Ushijima!” my voice weakly keened.

Awe glistened in my eyes as I watched him, mindlessly chasing an orgasm for my body to revel in. Yet, my drowsy lids were pinned to his jaw, bearing the weight of his hunger. Something came over me, a sense of adoration. So, I reached out to cup his jaw, grazing along what worked so hard to pull an orgasm out of me.

My thumb settled along the highs of his cheek, stroking at his flustered skin. He’s doing such a good job on my behalf, how couldn’t I thank him?

“Oh, that’s it. Y’re doing a good job, Ushijima,” I praised, sharing a weak grin.

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet, pretty girl,” he chuckled softly.

In place of his lips, Ushijima brought a single digit nip at my entrance. He drew lazy circles around my slit, prepping me for what’s to come.

He’s gentle, easing barely half an inch of his digit inside. My walls grew lax for Ushijima, sucking his long thick fingers to fill my pussy.

He made me so sensitive that just off that, I was whimpering out babbles to fall on no one’s ears in particular. Yet Ushijima still took heed to be kind with me.

“Shhh, just take me, baby. ‘m gonna go as slow as you want me to,” he assured.

I didn’t feel his hand move from my thigh, but it did, reaching out for my own. Through my drunken senses, I managed to welcome his hand into mine, our fingers folding over one another.

Bit by bit, Ushijima’s finger filled my gummy walls. He really was gentle, moving when my walls were lax and willing. He drove his finger to the hilt, only to slowly pull his digit back.

“Oh…fuckkk…s’ pretty,” he slurred, passing a glance back towards me.

“Tell me where you want me.”

“Just curl your finger up--- oooh fuck!” I mewled, tossing my head back against the couch.

My hands followed suit, splitting away from Ushijima to grip along the couch’s frame behind my head. When I had Ushijima in my sights again, it wasn’t without a smug grin crowding his visage.

“So…is it here?” Ushijima asked, the pad of his digit lightly pulsing at my sweet spot.

“Mhm, right there. Just keep doing that.”

“Aww, Y/N, you shouldn’t have told me that—‘m gonna have fun with you now.”

Ushijima snickered as he returned to my clit, inviting the perked bud to melt over his tongue all over again. I trembled at the combined notions, sending an arch to overwhelm my spine.

“W-Wait, Ushi–That’s too much, ‘m already so close!”

Ushijima merely nodded, my words essentially falling onto deaf ears. Electricity licked all throughout my body, sending twitches to rattle my weak legs. I couldn’t take it, Ushijima’s finger toying with my sweet spot, he was setting me on course for the high of my life.

“W-Wakatoshi! Toshi–fuck, ‘m cumming!” I cried, my lungs grasping for what air could enter.

Ushijima’s finger plugged itself at my core, bringing a seizing crash to break over my body. Every ounce of me held firm, shivering to bear the weight of my chased high. My hips waved against the pad of his digit, riding out the end of my ecstasy off whatever friction would be found.

Ushijima withdrew his finger from my cunt, leaving my poor hold bare and gaping for something else to fill me. He brought that sullied digit straight to his mouth , sucking my honey off his fingers as he gleamed over me. Sporadic breaths chimed through the sex-stained air, my chest buckling to keep up with me.

“That’s a good girl,” Ushijima cooed. “Cumming so hard for me. Look at what you did to me.”

Ushijima stood from my legs, his hand racing to grip at his crotch. And he was right—his pants were strained thanks to his bulge, the fabric just barely holding itself together. But what caught my attention was the bubbly mess of precum foaming through his slacks.

“Didn’t even touch me and you made me cum, should be proud,” he chuckled.”But that’s fine, we’re even…for now.”

“And what does that mean?” I asked, shifting myself to lay along the couch.

“Let’s find out what I mean together.”

Ushijima quickly stripped himself of his clothes coaxing me to strip of whatever clothing was left on me as well. As he removed his clothing, my eyes hinged on his bare body—taut muscles highlighted his towering frame. He’s ribbed with strength chiseled to suit his build.

A thick trail of faint brown hair from his belly button guided down to the sight resting between his legs. He’s big, cock so heavy with lust that it needed no help to rise on its own. His cock was topped by a thick, fat reddened bulb, dribbling with glossy tears. His length was tanned, adorned with veins from the poor pressure building at his core. I watched as Ushijima settled himself between my legs, his dick slapping down against my tummy.

"See? Look how deep I'm gonna go," he smirked, his hand gripped at the base of his cock.

I laid my head on the couch’s armrest, lying in wait for Ushijima's next move.

Ushijima placed his painfully hard cock to lay within my folds, my clit smothered beneath the weight.

“I’m gonna go slow, okay?"

I nodded as I peered down to watch Ushijima nudged at my hole with the head of his cock, slowly prying my slit to greet his girth.

“Fuh—pretty pussy’s taking me in already. Griping me s’ fucking tight,” Ushijima seethed, his hands griping along the couch’s cushions.

My walls supplied Ushijima’s cock with gushing kisses, fluttering about his throbbing length. He kept working to bury himself to the hilt, dipping his hips to engulf my senses with nothing but him—his scent, his ardor, his fat bulbous heat fixated on digging out my cunt.

“Y’re so big, Toshi! Fuck, go deeper!”

“Nuh uh, “Ushijima tutted as his eyes came to a screwed shut. “Don’t be so greedy, Baby. I got you, just…—shit—feel me, okay? His honeyed voice whimpered.

I nodded softly, watching as Ushijima’s hips finally granted my wish. I couldn’t help but squeeze him in place, my walls fluttering around him. He was just so huge, filling out every inch of my pussy like it was nothing. My lashes grew heavy from the bubbling sear of tears lining my eyes. This pain—an intoxicating stretch sent me down a spiral of, being so full like this by Ushijima was something I was enthralled by the feeling of being so full and stretched around him.

Ushijima took notice too as he looked down at the unfolding scene.

“Aw look, you took every inch! ‘m s-so…proud of you,” Ushijima huffed out.

He leaned over me, pressing his chest flush against my own, resting his forehead within the crook of my neck. He brought his world crashing into mine, the heat of our bodies melding into one. I could even sense his heartbeat, thumping a languid aria into my skin. All I wanted to do was hold him, to have this moment last for as long as we could. But considering the throbbing mess he’d been reduced to, lust reigned over all other senses.

“I’m gonna start moving,” Ushijima mumbled into my dewed skin. “Just…talk to me, Princess. Just wanna see that face when you cum for me again…so fuckin’ bad.”

He reeled his hips back weakly, striping my walls of the salacious fill of him. He drew himself just enough to have the tip just barely slipping from out of me, only for him to stuff every inch of him to the hilt.

“T-Toshi! Ohmygosh!” I squealed, sending my hands to brace along the thick of his forearms.

“I-I know. ‘m sorry! H-Here, gonna kiss it all better,” Ushijima groaned, his lips sloppily crashing into mine.

Through all this, Ushijima’s hips rocked gently, working a cadence just for me. Slow yet deep allowed the red, weeping bulb of his cock to chip away at my need for dominance. Each reel of his cock enticed my walls to ease in his care, granting him to move that much quicker.

And within those passing moments, the quiet squelches erupted into the lewd cymbals of clashing skin breaking into the air. Ushijima drove his cock to the hilt with ease.

The same fate befell him, his quiet and restrained grunts now morphed into quivering sobs. His lips now dressed a heavy pout, dripping with his spit and carrying his weary words.

“Keep squeezing like that ‘nd I’m gonna cum."

“M-Me too, Toshi! I’m so close!”

I perched myself onto my elbows, urgent to close the valley left to exist between our two worked bodies.

Not a word had to fall from my lawless tongue for Ushijima to soothe my wants. He leaned in, hunching over to blur our worlds into one. His hand snaked around to brace the nape of my neck, bestowing a gentle grip over me just to keep me close. He pressed his forehead flush against my own, beads of sweat dotting my skin.

Our lips remained poised in the heat of our budding passion, catching every whimsical babble we had to each other..

I couldn’t resist smothering him in a kiss, lazily catching every moan to ring from his chest. He was working so hard on my behalf, driving himself mad, sweaty, and depleted just to please me—oh, how lucky was I?

He broke away from our messy kiss, muttering some mantra that seemed to grasp his concern more.

He retreated back onto his haunches, pinning his sights on the messy canvas he’d made of my cunt. His thumb, the pad of his digit etching loose loops over the cherried pearl.

I reached out to brace his wrist, pulling his hand to lay atop my tummy.

“Nuh uh, don’t wanna cum like that. J-just keep—fuck! Please don’t stop!” I sobbed, rolling my ensnared hips to match Ushijima’s tempo.

“Aww cumming already? Better make a mess or else I'm not stopping til you do.”

“Ooo-oh fuck, I-I can make a mess! Just fr’ you.”

From that pledge Ushijima and I made, a fever dream broke out over the room. A dream fueled by sinful fervor that claimed any sense Ushijima and I had down to nothing. All we had on the brain was each other, doing our own part helping each meet our peaks.

As for me, he’s rendered me dumb and drunk over his cock, feeding my sweet spot with his deliciously thick girth. Dumb hiccuping babbles were all I could muster. My plushy walls were consumed by a familiar flutter, my inevitable high teetering on the edge.

“ToshiToshi, right there! I’m gonna—!" The word trapped itself within my throat, only to be replaced by a blubbering whimper.

A spell of heat licked at every nerve in my body. My eyes were sent rolling into the back of my head as my overwhelmed body coaxed my poor ruined cunt to weep, a burst of tears gushing over Ushijima’s flexed abdomen.

“Good fucking girl, making a mess just like I asked. I wanna—fuck!—'m wanna cum with you too!”

The peak of my high left me just barely conscious, my eyes heavy with the sudden heft of fatigue. Through the thick gathering of my lashes, I gawked at Ushijima, his own nirvana finally crashing down around him.

“Oh—‘m cumming! Y/N, I'm gonna cum!”

Ushijima trembled as his rutting hips came to a stuttering halt. He frantically ripped himself from inside of me, the roused nerves of his cock sent into a twitching frenzy. Nuzzling the bulbous head along my inner thigh, the warm tears of white painted skin, followed by a clogged groan pouring from Ushijima’s gaping mouth.

He collapsed on top of me, his lungs desperately heaving for air. I laced my arms around him, taking my digits through his unkempt hair as he came down.

“Shhh, it’s okay, I got you. Just relax,” I hummed softly.

Ushijima and I lay on that couch for a while longer, neither of us ready to move. As I combed through his hair, he kept a hand on my stomach, tapping away at some tempo to soothe himself. Just a quiet, peaceful reflection of the practices he and I had done.

He was right, I don't think I'll need another lover after that. My legs were practically useless, my throat sore, and my body was still reeling from the temors of my high. Even Ushijima still shivered from time to time. That moment was something straight out of a movie, calm, quiet, and filled with a growing fondness.

To my surprise, Ushijima was the first to break the silence with a question.

“So about our date, what time works—“

“Oh! You were serious about that?!”

Ushijima nodded, “Well…yes. I know it was an exercise but I really wanted to take you out somewhere nice. And I actually do know a place around here with a huge wine cellar.”

My head fell into a tilt as I studied Ushijima for a second. He’s back to his regular “stoic” self but this time every feature in his face was softened—his brows, his lips, his eyes; all carried a bout of sincerity. I simply had no heart to deny him, especially now knowing what kind of man he was in the face of rapture.

“Y’know what, Ushijima,” I purred as my hand reached to cup his cheek.

“I’d like that.”

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Hellooo I saw you write for haikyuu too so I was wondering if you could write one for Ushijima? With him being all desperate and frazzled compared to how he usually is.. thank youuu!

pantysniffer.

ushijima wakatoshi x fem reader ushijima can't help but indulge himself every now and then. warning(s): nsfw, size kink, overstimulation minors do not interact.

ushijima wakatoshi is a pervert.

well, you can’t blame him. he really can’t help it. you’re the only person he’s felt this way towards, and after having dedicated most of his life to volleyball, he’s entranced at all of the strange feelings that keep surging up in his chest. he knows that he’s a coveted man, with all sorts of world renown volleyball teams willing to shell out enormous amounts of money to recruit him, but what consumes him most isn’t his ability, money, or even fame.

it’s you. a simple run-of-the-mill, average joe. nobody special, objectively speaking. your standard, everyday law-abiding citizen.

he feels revolting. ushijima also knows that if he were to just ask you nicely, you’d happily do anything for him. you’d eagerly crawl into bed with him and let him do whatever he wanted you to. he spends hours every other night groping at your tits greedily or stretching out your tight cunt with his thick fingers, but for some reason, the illicit thrill of doing something he shouldn’t is what truly gets him going.

“mmngh…” his eyes are half-lidded, and his big fist strokes his swollen cock. the dignified part of him crawls in disgust at himself, but the pleasure that coils deep in his stomach is nothing short of electrifying.

a pair of your cute, lacy panties are stretched over his face. his free hand holds the underwear over his nose, and he grunts into the thin fabric as he continues to fuck his fist. it’s freshly washed, so he can’t smell as much of you as he’d like, but it’s good enough.

there’s something humiliating about someone like him, a prideful pro player, rifling through your clothes so he can find something to get off on. you’re so sweet to him, and here he is, repaying your patience and love by acting like a pent up middle school boy who’s never seen a girl before. even now, you’re running chores so you can make him a yummy dinner, and he’s taking advantage of the empty house to jerk off to your panties.

his mind flashes to all the memories of you all fucked out thanks to him. your cute smiley face contorted as you moan into your hands. “you’re going to break me, waka-!” you cry out, and dry trails of tears stretch across your cheeks. “you’re so big- oh- ohhhh, s-slow down…!”

his balls tighten. his dick twitches embarrassingly hard at the thought of breaking you with his cock, and ushijima takes another deep inhale into the crotch of your panties. he’s too big, too much for his own good, and you’re so good at accepting everything in a way that makes him wish he could keep you pinned down underneath him forever.

he toys with the tip of his leaking cock with his thumb, flicking his sensitive cockhead. jolts of scorching heat crisscross through his body.

you smell so good. everything you do turns him on. the way you innocently blink up at him, take your hand in his, even cheer for him at his games… he should honestly think about anything else other than fucking you like some shameless animal in heat, but everything you do goes straight to his dick.

you’ve broken him. you’ve tamed the stoic, 6’4” spiker into some pervert. and you have absolutely no clue about it.

“f-fuck…!” he clenches his eyes shut, and he slows down his strokes. he doesn’t want to blow his load just yet. ushijima wants to savor this perverseness a little longer. he wants to imagine your soft body, bending and submitting to his calloused hands.

in his mind, he contorts your body into all sorts of positions: legs spread open for him on your shared bed, your smaller form pushed up against the wall and clinging desperately to him, bent over the coffee table… maybe he’ll even fuck you against the clear veranda windows. his cock drools hungrily at the thought of your embarrassed face, cute cunt tightening up even further on his monstruous dick as you squeal out about how someone’s gonna see the two of you fucking against the window.

good. maybe he should get caught. maybe that’ll get him to quit acting like a depraved man.

but he won’t. jerking off to your panties is too much of a guilty pleasure for him to get sloppy enough to be caught.

ushijima wishes he could smell more of your soft, sweet cunt on your underwear. he should have gone through your dirty clothes instead. then he could smell you clearly. a dirty thong. your sweaty sports bra post-workout. hell, he could even work with your sheets. as long as it reminded him of you, ushijima could easily conjure up all sorts of lewd daydreams.

he can’t stop panting against your panties and rutting his hips into his fist. “fuck- fucking hell-!” he cusses under his breath. he wants you, and he wants you terribly.

the faint whiffs of you that he gets from your underwear reminds him of the times he’d hold your trembling thighs apart. he’d eat you out until you were sobbing, his thick tongue invading every sensitive crevice of your hole. if only you’d let him, he’d suck at your swollen clit for hours. he’d let you push at his head to no avail, your tiny hands yanking at fistfuls of his hair. he’d moan against your cunt, and the vibrations would make you squeal and sob out his name. god, he’s obsessed. all of your little moans and squirms make him want to dominate you even more. he wants to swirl his tongue in slow circles against your entrance. he’d just tease you, wait until you were practically begging him to put something- anything- inside of your gaping hole.

“‘t hurts, waka- need you inside me…!” you’d plead, your voice thick with desperation and arousal. he’s molded you perfectly to crave his touch. anything else wouldn’t be enough. he’d swallow mouthfuls of your arousal, letting the taste spread across the inside of his cheeks and the back of his throat. and you’d moan so angelically for him when his tongue finally invades you, your drenched walls eager to get fucked out by anything he’d give you.

he wants to get you to cum. your pleasure is his pleasure. everyone expects him to be some kind of hard-dom sadist in bed, but if anything, it’s the opposite. all ushijima ever wants is to get you off. watching you melt in his arms from pleasure and turn into a fucked out shell of yourself is what he loves most.

it’s why he loves it so much when you try to shut your thighs around his head. it’s a sign that he’s doing well, that the pleasure is too much for you. he loves prying your legs apart with his strong hands, his fingertips leaving small bruises in the plump flesh of your thighs. your moans always devolve from coherent whimpers of his name to slurred over mewls, and god, nothing makes him harder than that.

even now, his cock jumps in his fist at the thought. ushijima moans under his breath, and he jerks himself off even faster. you make it way too easy for him to cum all over himself. what is it about you that turns him on this badly?

and eating you out has nothing on fucking you with his cock. he’ll leave you a mess, his entire mouth and chin drenched with your cum, and he’ll still want to stick his dick in you and make you cum even more. you have to be a stamina champ in your own right to keep up with him. you twitch and squirm when he grabs at your hips, and his enormous cock rubs in between your legs.

“w-wait, i’m still sensitive-,” you choke out. the tears that bead at your eyelids drive him wild. “i can’t take your cock right now…!”

“please?” his voice is low and pleading, but the grip he has on you is almost monstrous. you relent, your pussy coiling in and the dull thrums of arousal pricking at your stomach. his cock always feels good inside you. you’ve never taken cock as big as his, and after having gotten used to sex with ushijima, both of you know that no other dick (be it from someone else or a toy) could even come close to feeling as good.

“ahhh- waka- waka, please-” imagining your voice has ushijima squeezing his cock even harder. your cunt’s so tight, and it takes some effort to coax your taut walls into taking him whole. but you take him all the way, always. your pussy swallows inch after inch of his girthy length, and you’re recoiling into the bed by the time he bottoms out.

he’s gonna cum. he can feel it. daydreaming about fucking you out on his cock is the breaking point for him. ushijima grits his teeth, and his abs tense up. he presses his nose more desperately into your panties, needing the push to send him over the ledge. he squeezes his cock with his fist, rubbing his calloused palm all over the twitching organ.

he wants you, he needs you, he’s going to have you.

he vows to fuck you the moment he gets some time alone with you. after dinner maybe. he’ll butter you up with a few compliments, kiss your head as you cook, fiddle with the hem of your shirt. his cock twitches in agreement at the thought of having you so soon, and he groans. his voice gets louder and louder, unable to stop himself from wallowing in this lewd pleasure.

ushijima’s a filthy, filthy man when it comes to you.

nothing is sacred when you’re involved. he’s so, so insatiable greedy. all that’s on his mind is cumming, spilling all of his sticky cum all over his hand, pretending that he’s fucking your hole rather than his own fist. but your underwear and his imagination will have to do until your home, and trust him, it’s more than enough for right now.

“...kkgh-!” ushijima orgasms with a strangled cry. his vision blurs over, turning white around the edges. the pounding of his heartbeat inside of his temples escalates, and his balls tighten up harshly. generous ropes of pearly white cum shoot out, and it coats his chest, abs, and knuckles. the pleasure that consumes his body nearly knocks the wind out of him, and he throws his head back as he breathes heavily. your panties slip from his face and down onto the ground, and ushijima strokes his cock slowly through his high.

it’s so good. there’s a reason why he can’t get enough of this fucked up fetish of his. Even the shame that creeps in his stomach right after the pleasure starts to subside feels good. ushijima loves feeding this slightly masochistic side of him in dangerous increments. the coils of heat in his stomach unravel bit by bit, his vision starting to come back to its regular axis.

he sits there, stunned and still a bit fucked out. he’s overtaken with a horrendous need to see you and hold you, and he sorts his breath before deciding he should clean up and destroy any of the evidence.

…

“waka? wakatoshi, are you there? can you help me bring the groceries in?” your voice reminds him of a clear sunny day when he hears your keys fiddle with the front door before swinging it open.

he pads out to the entrance of your shared home, looking at you with his usual stoic expression as if nothing had happened. you smile at him, happy to be back with him. he wordlessly takes the heavy grocery bags from you, immediately moving into place to put them away in their appropriate place.

hopefully you won’t notice that one of your formerly clean panties has mysteriously moved from your dresser to the dirty laundry pile.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #ushijima wakatoshi #x reader #fem reader #my writing

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taytak3syou · 1 year

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Spoils tf outta you. I’m talking diamond necklaces, pearls, new shoes, designer shirts, items signed by famous people. Pure luxury from this man. Finished an important paper from work? Necklace. Dropped food off for him? Designer dress. Made dinner? Shoes. It wouldn’t stop, you’ve had to move some of your things to a whole different room because it wouldn’t fit in your closet anymore. He was like a sugar daddy to you. Which is something you didn’t want. You didn’t want to seem like you were a sugar baby. Only in this relationship because your getting expensive things, no. Your in this relationship because you love this man and would do absolutely anything for him. Of course, he would do the same for you, but instead of telling you, he shows you by buying you things.

KENMA, DAICHI, Ushijima, Hinata, BOKUTO, Tanaka, SUNA TODOROKI, Hawks, DABI, Bakugou, Izuku, GOJO, TOJI

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toomanygoldfish · 4 months

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All the way up until you and your husband Ushijima were married, you had never worn any clothing, or took off any clothing that covered your hips in front of him. You told him it was because of modesty although he had never once made you feel like you had to explain it to him.

the true reason was you were embarrassed. You were embarrassed of the marks running from the tops of your hip bones down to the upper thigh. You were extremely embarrassed to admit to him the reason why you didn’t do anything like that. except when you told him he told you to come into the bathroom with him. He pulled his sweatpants down on the side to show you matching marks of his own. except of his there were little flowers drawn on them, making it out to look like a flowery vine. he hugged you.

the next day when getting out of the shower there was a small pen on the counter with a note attached to it

dear [name]

I’m sure you can turn what you perceive as the most ugly part of you, into one you perceive as wonderful. -Ushijima

#haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #reqs open #haikyu x reader #fluff #the goldfish speak #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x reader #gender neutral reader #fem reader #haikyu x male reader

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vainilla-milk · 1 year

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princess

pairing: Ushijima x Fem! Reader

tags: too much fluff, female body, reader's height is 1.55m, time skip characters

wordcount: 1.5k

Ushijima has always been a reserved and unexpressive man, but for those who have been close to him, they know that this inexpressiveness is not an impediment to be someone very concerned about his own. Despite that, there was a side that he himself was unaware of and that had not yet come to light for everyone.

Until you came along.

You were both in college, he working on his sports career and you on your career related to journalism. You practically met him because of an assignment you were asked to do with your classmates, a sports-related report.

Wakatoshi was big and imposing, his stony gaze made you nervous at first, but you managed to strike up a conversation with him.

The acclaimed "Japan’s cannon" was the MOST docile man you had ever met in your life, naive and overly transparent.

You had been charmed by the boy, although you had to be resourceful to get him to talk to you. After that project, you didn't have any more contact with sports, but you didn't care about that.

You became interested in volleyball and used the pretext to approach him again.

Ushijima noticed your growing presence on his radar, but without giving it much importance, as you looked busy talking to several people present at the training. You were in and out of the place, always carrying some notebook handy with your pen.

"Really your strength is impressive" you tell him one day after finishing his training. "I imagine you've trained very hard since you were little, haven't you?"

His stoic expression fixed on you, well, having to lower his gaze because of the size difference between him and you. You didn't get the blunt answer you were hoping for, it was simply a dry yes.

You weren't going to give up just because of that.

You tried again and again, until you became a constant in his life. Your stomach clenched with excitement the first time he was the one who took the initiative to talk to you.

To know more about you.

You invite him for coffee afterward and he accepts without objection.

"You look pretty passionate about what you do" you hear him say. You lift your gaze from the sandwich to notice him and smile at him.

Wakatoshi listened to you patiently and connected too much when you entered the waters of the sporting world. When you told him that he was the reason you became interested in volleyball and sports journalism, he felt a great warmth in his chest, so much so, that it was inevitable to smile.

Everything pointed to the fact that from that moment on, he could never get you out of his mind again.

Your relationship was blossoming slowly but surely, Ushijima is quite the gentleman, you thought constantly. He cared about you, about your health, that you rest and eat well, hydrate and be happy.

Because there has been no better discovery that behind that stoic face, hides a man who loves to pamper and spoil you.

Treat you like a princess.

He genuinely loved to give you things as gifts, whether he surprised you by seeing a dress you had loved, new shoes to match a new outfit or your medicine to calm your menstrual discomfort.

He left you a copy of the keys to his apartment in case you needed to study somewhere quiet, after all, he lives without roommates. You could sleep over if you wanted to.

Were you tense? He helped you with massages. Were you feeling sick? He'd take you to the doctor. Did you need love? He'd make sure you got it all night long.

If you asked him for the moon, he would personally bring it down for you.

But to speak only of his love is an understatement in everything that really happened in the relationship, because you did not lag behind with your displays of affection.

You supported him in everything that involved his career, taking advantage of the fact that your area allowed you to do so. You cooked for him, you tucked him in, you were there with him every moment. You got along very well with his father, something he quite appreciated, just as he appreciated that you were also able to get along with his former Shiratorizawa classmates. Especially with Tendou, his best friend. You helped him rediscover himself and open a new perspective on life and the world.

But still, time passes, and so many years of love and lust-filled nights were clearly going to end with you holding a positive pregnancy test.

You sighed in relief thanking the gods that the Olympic games had come to an end.

Yeah, well, in these years of relationship you discovered that Wakatoshi could be quite passionate in bed. Sometimes enough to make an attempt on a poor condom trying to withstand hard onslaughts that would promptly release a load too heavy to hold back with latex.

You guessed that during the games one must have broken without them noticing, or you just didn't give it enough thought.

Watching your belly grow was fascinating for him, and more fascinating for the press to see Ushijima Wakatoshi show the world an unknown and exploitable side for their magazines and newspapers.

If you were his princess before, now, you are his queen expecting a princess.

Although you both initially worried about how a baby might affect his sports career, you were supportive enough to go along with it. Ushijima sought advice from his father, but also received plenty of help from Romero. He felt reassured when both men presented him with all the ways to balance his work with fatherhood and marriage.

"You should rest," he tells you as he hugs you from behind, his hands gently caressing your swollen belly. He was so excited, his frequent smiles gave him away, inside you was a little princess he was looking forward to meeting.

"I need to move" you reply as you wash the dishes. "I'm not going to stay lying in bed for months until I give birth"

You remember in your youth not understanding why pregnant women insisted on doing so many things instead of resting and enjoying themselves during pregnancy. You can understand it better now, there is a certain feeling of uselessness that haunts you and you don't like it, your husband is constantly watching you to remind you not to overexert yourself.

Still, in your last weeks, you were unstoppable. You felt almost no contractions and the last thing you wanted in life was to have to give birth by C-section.

You cleaned the entire apartment, took forty-minute walks, tried to exercise.

You did it all! But it still seemed like the pregnancy would never come to an end.

You were so sad that Wakatoshi decided to comfort you with some libido. He did his best not to hurt you so he could please you.

Oh, but the way he managed to do it was the trigger for your body to finally decide that you should go into labor. You were almost past forty-one weeks, it was a relief to know that at last your princess would arrive.

Hearing you scream made his stomach knot, you are strong and he knows it, but it didn't stop him from worrying that you were delivering the baby of a man who is over six feet tall and well, tall you clearly are not.

When the noise stops, Wakatoshi feels that his heart finally manages to return to calm. His hand never let go of yours.

"You did good, sweetie" he whispered against your forehead as he deposited a comforting kiss on your skin.

You felt an enormous happiness to see your baby placed on your chest while the medical team cleaned and tidied up the room before moving you and the baby to where you could rest and monitor your health.

Wakatoshi watched you, recording the image in detail in his mind. Soon your laughter snapped him out of his trance.

"Baby, you really were a huge pain in the ass for how small you turned out to be" you joked.

Your husband smiles, you're right, his baby is a pretty little princess.

Tiny, unruly, troublemaker and too spoiled by her father. You thought.

The years flew by when your daughter was born. You were so thankful that Wakatoshi did not abandon you emotionally at any time as you had feared, it was something so recurrent in motherhood that you had even psyched yourself up in case it happened to you.

But that never happened, neither when you were in Japan nor when you moved to Poland, because Ushijima Wakatoshi would always move heaven and earth to always take his beloved wife and little princess wherever he went.

Your daughter is quite a case, you expected her to inherit your husband's calm temperament, instead, she inherited yours but with multiplied energy. Her battery never ran out, but she was giggly and overflowing with joy.

A lucky girl who had a devoted mother like you and a father like Wakatoshi who can never get enough of the love he gives to both of you and so must spoil you more and pamper his daughter like the good daddy's princess she is.

But sometimes he overflows so much love for you that your belly again finds itself conceiving a new life. Maybe now it's the turn of a prince, maybe it's another little princess.

You still have months to find out, but for Ushijima, he has a lifetime left to continue loving you and his precious daughter, Daddy's little princess.

#ushijima x reader #ushijima x fem reader #wakatoshi x reader #wakatoshi x fem reader #haikyuu x reader #shiratorizawa x reader #hq x reader #hq hcs #hq imagines #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima fluff #wakatoshi fluff #ushijima imagine #ushijima hcs

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liquidcatt · 8 months

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Hearing Taylor Swifts ‘Love Story’ and you imagine yourself and him meeting and in the end he sings: "Marry me, Juliet. You'll never have to be alone. I love you and that's all I really know. I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress. It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes”. You say ‘yes’, run into his arms, crying tears of joy with him.

Bokuto, Akaashi, Kageyama, Hinata, Gary Goodspeed, Atsumu, Oikawa, Daichi, Kita, Kuroo, Asahi, Sugawara, Ushijima (+ your fav)

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thatwasntverycashmoneyofme · 10 months

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{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒, 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. }

ushijima who works in the same company as you so when the company brings up a vacation trip for the workers and their families, and your favorite cousin is busy and your family has other stuff to do, you notice that our poor ushi also doesn’t have any family with him, and he’s all alone and you only wanted to go for the free food, room and board so you thought why not get a cute friend out of it?

it ends with ushi fucking you within an inch of your life. an extremely large hand covers your mouth to hide the loud high pitched sounds from your hotel neighbor, as your back is pressed against the slightly thin wall thick brown legs over his shoulders, his other hand holds your waist steady, your tummy bunching up showing off your rolls as the former athlete’s cock plunges in and out of your creamy wet cunt that had ushi in a chokehold.

dark brown tits jumping with every thrust as you continue to squeal behind his rough hand, he leans his head to your ear, dark olive-brown tresses tickling your forehead as he whispers to you. "cmon you said you wanted to be friends.. friends listen to each other.. friends do what the other friend tells them.." he kisses your cheek just above his hand before trailing his soft lips back to your ear against the shell. "so why. the hell. are you. still. making. noise?"

with every hard thrust his tip kissed your pelvis continuously rubbing against your spot making your eyes roll back, legs shaking on top of his shoulders and a flood spurt from your brown pussy he groans deeply, keep his pace. "ohhh fuuck aghh.." when your eyes are finally present from the back of your head he looks into them with a salacious grin. "we should’ve became friends sooner."

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

#city.writes #black writers #had this in my drafts for the longest cuz i didn’t know how to execute it😭#ushi soo big tho i love me a big boi🤭#black reader #black fem reader #x black reader #x black fem reader #black yn #ushijima x black!reader #ushijima x black fem!reader #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima smut #hq ushijima #tw smut #tw cursing #tw black reader #tw not for non blacks 😒

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hanaonesflower · 2 years

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･☆*:ﾟ･☆ | 18+ |

Your tongue swirls fervently at the tip of his leaky, hardened cock that can’t seem to get enough of your throat. The grip you have on his hips do little to nothing to keep him from jolting up and fucking his length into your mouth. Then he whimpers and claws at your hair like a puppy, your eyes are mischievous. He is beyond saving, but that is how you like them, horny, helpless and desparate.

“Mhm~ god, like that.” You bob your head on his length, the eye contact is driving him crazy and he can’t help it anymore. He thrusts his hips inside your throat and you begin to gag.

“Sorry, sweetheart, sorry.” His apology doesn’t mean shit. Because he is still jerking his cock inside your mouth like a needy man with no sign of stopping. Drool pools at the apex of his girth and drips down his balls and eventually wets the bed. His eyes are ones with regret but his primal desires take control.

You are no better. When did it become to pleasurable to see the man at your mercy. A moaning fucking mess. Seeing him whimpering away as your lips encased around his dick makes your cunt drip. One hand reaches down to circle your clit and you groan as the stimulation intensifies. It’s not often that you take over the role of the dominant partner but when you do, you can’t get enough. He just does such a splendid job of submitting to you.

“Baby, let me.” He finally speaks, tugs at your shoulders and motions for you to detach. In one swift movement he has you pinned beneath him, the room feels like a live furnace. It doesn’t take long for him to find his place in between your thighs, his breath fans your clit and you moan. He is insufferable when he is between your legs, tongue laps away at any juices leaking out of you, his hands shamelessly crawl across your skin, now damp with sweat and desire.

“God, don’t – don’t you dare stop,” you groan and squeeze your hand around his forearms. He looks up at you, the way you lock eyes is making his cock twitch.

“Never in a million years, baby, give it to me, all you’ve got,” he kisses your thighs, he sucks and nips at your sensitive heat and sucks and nips some more until he is satisfied. When you’re spilled all over him and his lips attach themselves on yours once again.

SAWAMURA DAICHI, BOKUTO KOUTARO, MIYA OSAMU, IWAIZUMI HAJIME, NANAMI KENTO, HIGURUMA HIROMI, USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, KAMO CHOSO, KAMO NORITOSHI

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xoryugujixo · 2 years

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈 𝐎𝐅 𝐗𝐗: 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒: 𝐠𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦, 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐲

today was one of those special days with wakatoshi. not because y’all had a date planned or anything, no, it was because he finally had time to proceed with your size training.

never in your life did you think a man would have taken weeks of his time just so you’d be comfortable when the real deed was to happen one day.

of course, it was a shocker to be on his lap getting ready to pull his basketball shorts down, when suddenly getting stopped and being told “i don’t think you're ready for this yet.”

at first, it started simply with three fingers dipping their way in and out of you for at least a week. then, it got scary, ushijima thought you were ready for something more, so he bought a set of dildos ranging from 6’-10’.

being alarmed at first from not having anything other than fingers inside your hole, it got easy every session. until now.

“f-fuck—! toshi..it feels too good,” clenching around two of ushijima’s digits while he worked his tongue madly against your slobbered over sex.

“m’know, baby,” his words being muffled by not even being bothered of coming of you. not stopping ushijima adds another finger to further open you up, tongue still whirling around.

“m’cumming gin’ toshi,” as warned, in a pure rhapsody, the mixture of creamy mess and saliva made its way between your quivering thighs to continue drooling down bleeding through the wrinkled sheets.

after a full hour of agony for you, ushijima made his way back up for air with his signature half-smile and dark lust-driven eyes boring into you. as if routine, he brought his still dripping digits up to his mouth slurping up every last sign of you as if it were his final time doing this.

“need a break, honey?”

“no toshi! i jus’ want 10,” too broken to even make sense but it didn’t matter, the almost noncoherent words still went straight to ushijima’s throbbing member.

reaching over to the nightstand beside his bed he grabbed the last dildo of the training set. a 10-inch veiny cock slightly curved upwards.

“y’know it’s almost as big as me hun?” lifting the toy and examining it while staring down at you. nodding mindlessly just wanting it inside already.’

“in toshi, pl—please!” grinding up into the air clenching around nothing.

“look at you, grinding on nothing like a bitch in heat,” gripping your hip to hold it down.

taking the toy, he takes the rest of the slick surrounding your pulsating hole and lathers it over the desired object. looking into your eyes as a sign you aren’t too far gone, he places the angry pink tip prodding at your entrance. squeezing your inner thigh to try and relax you as he began to push it inside.

it was a wicked game. for weeks ushijima had been helping you train to be able to take him, but this whole time the only pleasure he received

was from fucking his fist in the bathroom after you had fallen asleep. so seeing you take something almost as big as him was taking a toll.

at a slow rate, he proceeded to insert it into you. almost at the hilt, ushijima realized he hadn’t been hearing your usual babbling and chanting of his name.

“ya’ with me baby?” in honest concern he reached down to gently wrap his hand around your jaw tilting it up.

nope. you weren’t with him at all. eyes clouded over with an insatiable gaze and a devotion to taking everything he had to offer.

“mh—ph, toshi wan’ it please,” too far gone to make sense of anything, brain fuzzled from never having anything this big inside you before.

not being able to resist anymore, ushijima began diligently thrusting the toy in and out of you.

when you started lifting your hips to meet the thrust, he took it as a sign to speed up his movements. looking down at the sloppy mess connecting you to the bed sheets

“honey, you’re squeezing so tight. it’s almost like we’ve been doing this for nothing huh?” ushijima queried in an amused tone. only able to get a nod and a struggled gasp from you.

“cum toshi! wanna cum!” before he had time to react you committed to your promise with a loud sob and released your creamy mixture flowed adding to the already formed puddle.

“how fuckin’ nasty y/n, creaming all over my new sheets from a piece of plastic. can’t wait to see what you do when im buried deep inside that tight hole of yours,” and through this, he still hasn’t stopped moving the said ‘piece of plastic’

“gin’ toshi,” not even a minute later in a flash of white you were tightening around the toy again releasing in pure ecstasy.

whimpering under him trying to push his large hand away to prevent another acute timed orgasm.

“i know honey just relax for me,” with a chaste peck he reached down to take the toy out only with a surprise waiting for him.

“baby i need you to relax for me,”

“i am toshi,” you lightheadedly responded just trying to get some sleep.

panic was now setting up camp in his chest. ‘why is it not moving?’, ‘did i do something wrong?’ thoughts getting interrupted by your unsteady voice.

“toshi?” his name falling from your lips only making him more frightened of this situation.

“are you sure you’re completely relaxed?” nodding your head starting to get worried noticing the sweat dripping from his furrowed brows.

“m’scared toshi,” tears making their way down your heated face.

it had been 30 minutes already and the toy still

resided inside of you soaked in cum, sweat, and saliva. ushijima’s first thought was to get you as slippery as possible but that still didn’t work so he went to good ole trusty google.

“i know honey, you just have to wait some more,”

giving him a simple nod a more tears ran down your apple cheeks.

ushijima was going to end up in the hottest pit of hell. he could feel his shorts beginning to strain and his cock starting to pulse with desire. seeing you so pathetic and useless needing him for something like this. all he wanted to do was fuck you like his own toy and lick the tears off your cheeks.

“why don’t you go to sleep. maybe that’ll help baby?” unsure of how to solve this problem.

taking his advice you slowly closed your seizing legs. rolling over to your side letting out a choked whine as this new angle hit a deeper depth inside you.

‘it’s gonna be a long night’

#ushijima smut #ushijima wakatoshi #gn reader #male reader #fem reader #haikyuu smut #anime smut #ushijima x y/n #ushijima x reader #haiikyuu x reader

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emjhebi · 1 year

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Fem!reader

It's late when he drives you back home under the starry night.

You didn't really believe your co-worker when they told you to get into the whole flirting/dating thing. You didn't really believe your co-worker either when they told you about this nice, handsome and most importantly single friend of theirs.

Though, one date can't harm anyone, so you agreed.

So here you are still talking and giggling with eachother, walking home after this handsome man offered to walk you to your door with how tipsy you were both feeling.

The date was truly a fairy tale, it was perfect. He picked you up, had reservation in a nice place to have dinner. He was a real gentleman and you sometimes thought you were dreaming with how perfectly everything was going ; almost waiting for something really awful to happen.

Once you reach your doorstep, you turn to him, a endearing smile on your face. Standing a little straighter, you finally shoot your shot.

"Do you maybe wanna have one last drink ? Inside ?" You say, giggling nervously.

He stares at you smiling lightly, checking out your features : your cheeks are getting rosy with the chilly night and the alcohol, your hair shines under the street lights, and your lips stretch into an even more adorable smile.

He puts his hand on your arm, leaning in and your heart skips a beat because of what is possibly about to unfold, now. Closing your eyes, you can feel your heartbeat in your ears and waiting for the feeling of his lips on yours is like a lifetime.

But you release a breath you didn't know you were holding when you feel a soft peck on your forehead.

Your eyes flutter open, and you see his beautiful face leaning back, his hand sliding down to you hand.

"I'll call you."

And you're on autopilot when you get inside the silence of your home.

Alone.

During your night routine before going to bed, your thoughts are swirling.

Was I reading the whole thing wrong ?

A kiss on the forehead !? Am I his grandma or something ?!

I thought everything was going really well on both sides.

And still a little annoyed and very needy and frustrated, you slide in your bed, drifting off to sleep almost instantly.

But little did you know your handsome date had parked not too far away from where he drove you home with how tight and uncomfortable his pants felt against his crotch.

"Aaah fuck" Sighing under his breath, pumping his leaking and burning cock, wishing it was deep inside of you. His needs sometimes hated how much of a gentleman he was.

NANAMI KENTO / AIZAWA SHOTA / Sakusa Kiyoomi / Miya Osamu / USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI / KAGEYAMA Tobio / KITA SHINSUKE / Chigiri Hyoma / KUNIGAMI RENSUKE / VINSMOKE SANJI / Armin Arlert

Any of your fav really <3

HEYY FIRST WORK HERE !!! HOPE YOU ENJOY IT !!

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natashawritesstuff · 2 years

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Ushijima Wakatoshi is not a crier. He doesn’t think tears are a proper way to express his emotions, and ‘waste of water’. That being said, he has cried. Five times by the time he’s forty-three.

The first time was when he saw you walking down the aisle. He hadn’t planned it, in fact, he made a bet with Tendou that he wouldn’t shed a single tear throughout the whole reception. But the moment he saw you, his lips started to quiver and he clenched his hands tightly. You had never looked more beautiful, your skin was radiant, glowing in the light of the sun, you walked elegantly and your smile, he sees that smile every night in his dreams. Wakatoshi cried on his wedding day, because after seeing you, what else was he supposed to do?

He cried when he found out you were pregnant.

He was on the couch rewatching his volleyball match from the week previous. You always admired how focused he could become and you would never dare to interrupt him under normal circumstances, but you had waited long enough. You walked into the kitchen and hopped up on the counter. “Toshi,” You called.

“Yes?” He answered but didn’t bother to tear his eyes away from the screen.

“I’m pregnant.” You waited a few seconds for his response and heard the TV click off then footsteps approach you. He stood in between your legs and then looked down at your stomach.

“Say it again.”

“I’m pregnant Toshi.” He looked back up to meet your eyes and you could see a small smile graze his face. “Are you happy?” You asked just as you saw silent tears and he nodded, “I’m happy.”

He cried when he met his eldest daughter, Airi for the first time. She had his eyes, and his hair, but she had your smile and that meant he had a family.

He cried when he met Keina, too. As his youngest was just too small for reason. She easily fit in one arm and didn’t want to hold her for two hours because he was worried he’d break her.

And the last time he cried was tonight. The night of the qualifying round for which team goes to nationals. Where his daughters who he had always wanted to be a team, were faced off on opposite sides of the net. He doesn’t even care about who won, no, he’s’ torn up over how his daughters haven’t spoken since the game ended. And how it might be his fault.

You join him on the bed as he sits silently and you grab his left hand and begin fiddling with his ring finger as you ask, “what’s wrong?”

He looks up at you and you see his bloodshot eyes and your heart breaks.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Keina doesn’t think I love her if she’s not on the court. And Airi doesn’t think I love her if she’s not forcing her personality to be like me,” he whispers. “Remember when I asked if we were bad parents?”

“...Yeah.”

“I don’t think it’s that. I don’t think I’m a good father.”

“Toshi-”

“Y//N,” he interrupts. “Am I a bad father?”

Wakatoshi cries as he asks, and cries even harder when you hold him instead of answering. Wakatoshi doesn’t cry, but that night he couldn’t stop.

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gatitties · 1 year

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Kidnapped

Manager Miniseries

─ Aoba Josai x fem!reader + Shiratorizawa

─ Summary: your friend insists that they have a practice match with your team and Oikawa is exaggerating

─ Warnings: none

5 < 6 > 7

The Shiratorizawa men's volleyball team was at the house of their beloved great ace, apart from doing a study session they decided to meet to talk about new techniques to win the tournament and go to Tokyo. Everyone was concentrated until the doorbell rang, the mother of the family opened by happily greeting the newcomer.

"What a surprise to see you here! I haven't seen you in a long time. What brings you here, honey?"

"Well..." you scratched the back of your neck, averting your gaze "my parents wanted me to come by, also to see if Toshi could help me with some issues."

"I was just going to leave, but Wakatoshi is in his room studying, he will gladly help you."

"Thank you, have a good day Mrs. Ushi"

"You too sweetie."

You entered the house saying goodbye to the owner, knowing that you would be alone before going to the room, you went to the kitchen to get a package of cookies. Your parents had forced to go so that Ushijima could help you study mathematics —a subject in which you were disgusting— knowing that he was a good student as well as that their families were very close. You walked unhurriedly to the well-known room, you entered as if were your own house, throwing on the bed without realizing that you practically crushed a boy. A boy who was clearly not your friend.

"Hey Tosh-"

You choked on the cookies when saw how there were more boys in the room, and to top it off, one of them was trying to get you off of him.

"Uh, sorry about that."

The poor black-haired man shook his head nervously and frantically as you backed away from him, muttering more apologies for putting him in such a situation.

"I-It's okay!"

Thunderous laughter filled the room, a redhead laughing tearfully as he watched the bowl cut boy grow more agitated by the second.

"(N) what are you doing here?"

“I need help with math, you know..." you played down the importance, brushing the crumbs off your shirt "but if you're busy I can come back another day."

"Wait, wait, Ushiwaka knows a cute girl?"

"Tendou, don't make those comments as if she wasn't here."

A boy with gray hair and darker tips scolded the redhead who teased him calling him 'semisemi mom' for scolding him, you ignored the small verbal fight in the background focusing on your friend.

"No problem, we are also studying, I will help you with your homework."

"Thanks Toshi, I promise to make it up to you."

While you were studying, everyone introduced themselves, the red-haired Tendou was undoubtedly the opposite of Wakatoshi, which you found funny, plus Goshiki was too adorable but just as intense as your friend, there was a mother here too, Semi, and they even had a sarcastic named Shirabu.

It was a curious group without a doubt. When the team finished their homework they started talking about volleyball, leaving you to concentrate on making derivatives and matrices. You sighed pulling some strands back, you couldn't concentrate so stopped for a while to look at your phone, it had been vibrating for a while, they were just messages from your team, you just left them on read to look at Ushijima who had his eyes on your figure for a few seconds ago.

"Is something wrong Toshi?"

"Yes." the whole team paid attention to their captain "I want a practice match against Seijoh."

Everyone seemed confused —even you— but of course, the others didn't know that you were the manager of the volleyball club, because you had only talked a little and about studies, but you thought that Ushijima wouldn't want to have a practice with your team when they always had won.

"You are their manager, right?"

"Yes, but today they don't have practice."

"Hey, hey, the cute girl also knows about volleyball, now I understand why you like her!"

"I... I don't like (N)." he cleared his throat. "So when could we have a match?"

"Well, if you want I can talk to them now, maybe they don't care."

"It will be good for us to try new things."

"Yes, we will defeat them!"

"Don't get so excited about that bowl boy, it's just a practice game."

Tendou laughed at Shirabu's comment, no doubt Goshiki and he didn't have the best relationship, but it was fun to hear the second year's sarcastic comments while the first year tried to return the comments to no avail.

"Huh? But I like his hair..."

You approached to be able to remove the black locks, noticing how he became rigid as a rock and his face exploded with pink tones, you decided to stop for his health, you would swear you could hear Goshiki's heart about to explode.

"I also want caresses!"

"Hmm if you insist…" you shrugged your shoulders to caress the redhead's head "wow why is your hair so soft?"

"(Nn)!"

Oikawa desperately ran towards you when he saw how you entered the gym together with Shiratorizawa's team —specifically, you were talking animatedly with Semi and Yamagata— quickly grabbing you to take along with your team.

"Are you okay? Have they done something to you? I won't let them kidnap you again."

"They have not kidnapped me, besides they are nice."

"It can't be, surely they are extorting you! Blink if you are in danger." He whimpered moving you from one side to the other, then you blinked but not because of your captain's request "Iwa-chan, they are harassing our pretty (Nn)!"

"Shut up Shittykawa, you need to blink to live, idiot."

"Ow, that hurts Iwa-chan."

You walked away ignoring the small argument between friends, leading the rival team to the locker room so they could change into their sports clothes.

"Hey (N) are they always like this?"

"Yeah, but I guess it's okay, it's funny."

Tendou laughed taking you by the shoulders as you walked back to the court, this action did not go unnoticed in the eyes of the Seijoh boys who glared at the interaction their manager had with the middle blocker, that only made Tendou become more attached to you.

"You could stop irritating the rival team."

Semi looked at how his partner had fun seeing the faces that the others made, rolling his eyes, he went to warm up without wanting to be part of the scene, he wouldn't be part of the redhead's game.

"(N) can you hug me? It sure brings me luck in the match!"

He spread his arms with a catlike smile, narrowing his eyes in amusement at seeing his attentive rivals like owls, causing him to chuckle as he robbed their manager in a thinly veiled manner.

"Sure, why not?"

You shrugged your shoulders without giving it much importance —for you all kinds of hugs were well received— Tendou also took the opportunity to quickly kiss your cheek as a farewell, that's when he completely angered the Aoba Jōsai team, he couldn't hug you as if nothing had happened you were their manager. Unintentionally someone —Kunimi— threw a ball towards the head of a certain blocker, although the ball landed on your head because you were just separating from the hug.

"Oww…" you touched the affected part with a grimace, searching for the culprit, everyone gasped looking at Kunimi, who seemed to want to disappear at that very moment "Kunimi, if you wanted a hug, just tell me."

Bonus

You had insisted on cleaning the gym by yourself for making them train on a day they shouldn't have, they reluctantly agreed, leaving you alone, or so you thought, because a certain imperturbable boy was waiting for you to accompany you home like a true hunk.

"Toshi, I thought you had already left."

He denied watching you keep the key to the place, arms folded, patiently waiting for his friend to finish closing the gym.

"I'll walk you home."

"It wasn't necessary, but thanks."

You two were silent for a few minutes until Ushijima cut it off, looking at you with a certain sparkle in his eyes, he stopped causing you to stop walking as well.

"(N)" you looked at him with a raised eyebrow "I want a hug too."

You laugh internally observing the serious face of your friend to wrap him in a warm hug, he was a big baby.

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msneedful-ispleaseful · 7 months

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Aran's Hands

Dark chocolate and long, Rough and callused, dry in the palm smooth on the outside, each sensation and texture plunged into your hot dripping hole, legs held up to your ears in the passenger seat body slumped sideways back to the door. While your man, the one with his delicious fingers inside you, wouldn't even spare you a measly glance despite your craving for it, for him to notice you and stop being mad over a damn text.

"Araannn baby!" legs shaking heels slipping off yo feet pussy clenching and a third gentle stream of squirt leaving your hole, soaking the seat and his palm bucking and grinding into it, you knew why he was doing it to prove he was the better man Tanaka may be in your DM's with his ignorant ass but aran? he was playing with yo pussy and making your clit beg for attention, they were not the same and you knew that now pink bottom lip poked out eyes watery teeth gritting and whimpers leaving you, body flushed, sweaty, and hot as he forced in another finger into your puffy red entrance your kicking and falling not diswaiding him.

Three fingers deep inside and frothy cum gathering at the base of his knuckles he took the time to push every inch of them in deep, then deeper, and into the depths of your g-spot. you bring your hand down in the hope to push his hand away only to make him swerve the car and scare the hell out of you with a squeak, it was a controlled swerve, one with purpose as if to say 'Do it again and imma crash this bitch' and when he turned his head looking down at your disheveled state, finally, you could tell that's exactly what that meant so you lolled your head back and took like the slut you were for him

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ennoshitas-princess · 2 months

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From No One to Someone

Wakatoshi Ushijima x Fem! Reader

If he is ooc I am sorry!! Please don't come after me

Warnings: umm Ushi-kun might be ooc. Nothing else comes to mind really

Synopsis: You and Ushi-kun have known each other since middle school but never interacted, until he was stuck on some of the problems on an assignment. Sharing lunches and walking together.

Word Count: 819

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Today, you were walking to class peacefully with your mind distracted by your crush, Wakatoshi Ushijima. You knew him since Junior high, but you never had the courage to go up to him and speak. He was handsome, tall, and built like a bodybuilder. You looked at yourself thinking you weren't made for him.

But you were so wrong.

Ushijima just made it to class, waiting for class to start. He looked up to see you walk in the classroom. And you made this boy very much turn a crimson red, but he always hid it from everyone. He thought you were smart, sweet, beautiful, and just a perfect doll. He wanted to approach you, but he thought you might be terrified by him.

But he was so wrong.

That day, the teacher assigned an assignment that was very hard. You, being an excellent student, managed to get all of it with ease.Ushijima was sort of confused. At this point he was getting a bit irritated. He looked to see that you got up and turned it in with the teacher. He was always the first one to finish, no matter the subject. He felt his blood boil of fury. Why did y/n turn this assignment before him? She couldn't have gotten it better than him. He paid attention in class and never got distracted, while you would at times fall asleep or doze off in class.

“Do you need help?” You offered.

You realized how he furrowed his brows. How he looked stressed. Sure he had that face always, but you read him perfectly. You didn't want him to struggle at all and decided to approach him to help. To your question, you only received a nod from the powerful ace. You sat down next to him and began explaining it all to him. He nodded and did it with ease then.

“You are a good teacher.” Was all he said to you.

You looked at him. You weren't expecting a word from him at all. Did he really think that? Was he only being nice? “Do you really think that Ushijima-kun?”

He nodded in reply. Oh how good it felt to him when you called him Ushijima-kun. He wants to keep talking with you. And maybe go out sometime. Of course when he didn't have volleyball practice. It was his passion.

“Thank you Ushijima-kun.” You turned your head away so he didn't see your face tint a tiny hue.

He gave you one of those rare smiles of his and went back to having that stoic face. You have never experienced such a thing. It was like a special thing only for you. You will now cherish it in your heart forever.

The next day, you and Ushijima are having lunch together. You packed (favorite food) and he packed some rice and curry. You gave him some to see what he thought about it. He grabbed it with the chopsticks and plopped it into his mouth. It was very delicious! He has never eaten such food in his life. “So you like it?”

“Yes!” His face turned as red as Tendou’s hair.

He wants to keep eating it with no stop. He grabbed some more and ate it. You giggle at his shining eyes. He blushed ever more profoundly. He wasn't expecting you to giggle at his antics. “Sorry.” He looked down in embarrassment.

“Oh it's okay. Here grab more if you want some.” You pushed the bento box toward him.

He started to eat more of the scrumptious food from the box of yours. He munched it and he stretched it out to you. “Here l/n-san, you can have some of mine.”

“Oh, thanks Ushijima-kun!” You exclaimed.

Days have passed by and you and Ushijima decide to walk to school together. You look around you to see that everything seems sweet and calm. How could you ever tell Ushijima you love him? Does he feel the same towards you?

You start at the ground and see beautiful flowers on the grass. Ushijima looks at you to see how beautiful you look. How could he tell you how much he adored your smile? How could he ever say all the things he thought?

Ushijima came out of his train of thoughts and he picked a flower. He placed it behind your ear. “I don't know how to explain this l/n-san. I don't truly know how to explain feelings. I feel as if I find it hard to breathe with you around and I-”

You interrupted him with a soft, delicate kiss on his lips. His eyes widened in shock. He wasn't expecting this, but he let it go and he closed his eyes and kissed you softly back. You both separated and were blushing like crazy. “I feel the same Ushijima-kun!” You smiled.

And that was the last time you called him Ushijima-kun.

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chrissshub · 2 years

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LOFT MUSIC

FT. USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━ PAIRINGS: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Stripper!Fem reader

𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━ WORD COUNT: 3.2k

𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━ CW: pwp, Ushijima’s inexperienced, Reader’s experienced, grinding, public(ish) sex, use of protection, use of petnames

𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━ WORDS FROM CHRIS: So this comes from Loft Music by The Weeknd. I feel like it fits Ushijima honestly bc of his personality and not really knowing how to let loose. So if you listen to the song while reading, you’ll understand it exactly what I mean :)

Ushijima wasn’t used to this. The blaring beats of loud music simmering through his very bones, the melding scents of marijuana, spilled alcohol, and cigarette smoke unashamedly striking his pure nose, down the flashing strobes only granting him a clear sight every few minutes. Routine was a concept he’d fallen in love with since his youth—and a loft party was far from his norm.

In those hazy moments of trafficking, all he knew was himself. All he knew was the very clothes on his back—a plain white tee hugging every curve of his chest with jeans he’d only wear when it called for. All Ushijima knew was the difference between him and everyone around him, all drunk off the cups in their hands and the joy circulating through their veins.

If there was one wish Ushijima had for the night, it was to embrace all he could without the self-shrouding fears.

Self-deprivation was one hell of an addiction, believing one deserves less than average treatment. It was this one hell of an addiction that had Ushijima by the very grips, resulting from based on his own selfish thoughts of self-entitlement.

Apart from him was the firm belief that he was better than what the world could offer, overlooking such places of recreation as a whole. But there was always that voice in his head chiding for that way of thinking, pushing Ushijima off the self-entitled high horse.

So as he wandered doe-eyed and curious through the cramped floor, there was one reiterated fact he couldn’t ignore.

He was better than most but not better than all.

That much was clear in his mannerisms; how he walked amongst the crowd, awkwardly mumbling poor excuses for apologizing, all lacking in his usual confidence. Nothing felt real to Ushijima at that moment, the raw essence of sonderous thoughts forming his astute state. So many different people surrounded him, so many different lives intertwining, and yet…Ushijima hadn’t breathed it all in for face value.

And it was through his sonderous state of mind that led him to you, mindlessly being pulled to the party’s main attraction. One of the many dancers hired for the night, you were the one that caught his eye—the only other spirit freed from the hindering influences. He was tantalized off how you moved, a slow rock to your hips yet concern pearling your eyes. It was that moment he wanted to free you, pull you into world of his so-called “fever dream”.

The glossy hues of a peridot green clung to every inch of you, shamelessly hinged on the tiny top holding at your bust. Such soft, supple mounds were barely protected by the thin string of the yellow bedazzled bikini top. He trailed his sights even lower, instantly gawking the loosely tied knots residing on either side of your waist.

From there, nothing held Ushijima back fully indulging in your presence, admiring the delicate hold you maintained over the metal pole. Intrigue couldn’t have been the only word to describe Ushijima’s exact feeling. Enthralled was better suited, especially with the dopey gravitation he’d found himself underneath.

His feet shuffled on their own, the fresh soles of new sneakers nearly toe-to-toe with the makeshift stage of a tabletop. It was at the very view of you that Ushijima experienced a foreign sensation breaking out across his body, a rush of heat supplied with a sweeping frigid wave. His heart raced beyond its limits and suddenly that’s all he can hear, the tempered pangs flooding his ears.

There was one other fact Ushijima discovered tonight, one only a sin-deprived man could realize: he needed to have you, one way or another.

It wasn’t even a sensation Ushijima could explain. The sudden urge to have the heaving hull of his chest smothered by your own, to have you sitting pretty atop his thighs with a teasing grin on full display.

He’s heard about it all in the movies and from friends, a lap dance being something to indulge in. Those large hands grip hard at his pockets, slender digits catching onto the thick fold of his wallet.

Though, if not for the grace of your awareness, Ushijima would’ve been there for hours clawing at his wallet for a single bill. Within two steps, you came face to face with your sudden admirer, leaning in close for a sense of privacy.

Broken gasps were solely what he could form in your presence, aside from the flickering stare he offered. The only thing able to break Ushijima’s trance was the sound of your voice, the words rolling off your tongue with ease.

“Do you want a dance or somethin’ ?”

A shameless nod fell from his head, paired with a shied hum for your ears only.

“Yes…please.”

A delighted smile came to your features at his brash confirmation. There was something simply adorable in the man before you, the dangerous blend of innocence and curiosity. Nothing more and nothing less. It was easy from that point on, slipping down from the table and into the dark abyss of the ground.

Standing at his side, everything about him changed in an instant. Suddenly, his build towered above your own, broad shoulders, burly arms, and a face for the charming. He’s taller, larger yet kinder than many, accompanied by a comforting aura.

You knew better than to dig, ask what a guy like him was doing in a place like this, asking for something he knew nothing of. Nonetheless, not a fiber in your being could deny him. You were already reaching out to take his hand before second thoughts could arise, leading him through the crowd once more.

“So, can I get a name or something you call you by?” you began, sending a sly glare to the straggling stranger.

“Ushijima, call me Ushijima.”

“Well, Ushijima, I’m Y/N and something tells me…you’re not used to this, are you?”

“W-What makes you think that?” he muttered, the hues of glossy peridot now marked with a worrisome glimmer.

All you can do is give him an assuring squeeze of your hand, thinking of the exact words to soothe the impulsive jolt of concern.

“You just got the look…and feel. But I dunno, makes my job that much more exciting fr’ me

You and Ushijima end off on a subtle smile, the curled ends of your lips speaking more than what could have ever been said. For what seemed to be an eternity to the backrooms of the loft, your hands never once slipped from each other, only breaking when the time called.

Upon the pulling of the velvet curtain, Ushijima’s eyes widened at the mere scene playing out before him. A small room stood before him, blackened walls with a rich soft carpet beneath his feet to match. Dimmed lights lined the ceiling, casting off the bed fit for two people.

At your every whim Ushijima had fell to, relinquishing all control to you. He was far from his element, that much becoming clear. He wanted to hide it all, the growing heat of reality breaking across his body. The highs of his cheeks prickled, his chest grew heavy with every breath, and embarrassingly enough, his hand seemed to melt with pebbling droplets of sweat.

But the second his back caved along into the bed’s headboard with you sinking atop of him, the sense of self Ushijima walked in was now replaced with one free of all worries.

It’s just as he imagined it, the perky mounds of your tits now smothered by the heaving hull of his chest. The supple curves of your ass sat all the more righteously on his lap. The tips of your nails traced along his limp arms, heat rising to meet your short-lived touch. Inches of space existed between you both, riddled with both hints of the natural and unnatural.

Ushijima didn’t know what it was he’d gotten himself into but, all he knew was one thing—he wanted more than just your company.

“Make yourself comfortable,” you hum, slotting your thighs beside his own “I’ve got you, Ushijima.”

With that, you brought your arms to encircle Ushijima’s neck in a gentle fold, keeping him close. Your hips picked up with a brushing grind along his groin, using the dense fold of the jean’s zipper as the best source for friction. Every so often you brought more and more weight to sit atop Ushijima, digging in just enough to feel the confined bulge rise beneath you.

His face was shot with red, the flustering hues of crimson illuminating his skin. Even underneath the white tee you felt him, the same heat compelling you to keep near. Your intentions were to move on with something different, but something about holding Ushijima like this entertained you even more. Though it was unspoken, it was clear he preferred you stay like that too.

He was subtle to a point, trapping the strenuous groans within his chest. His hips would jerk to meet the passes of your hips, the nudgings sinking through to your cunt past the thin covering of your g-string.

But you couldn’t have expected it, the large palms of his hands cupping your waist. There was no presence or desire of control in his grip, only the pure imbues of novelty.

Entirely, he wasn’t supposed to touch you—but god, did it feel nice? It was nothing you’ve experienced before, soft, kind, and free of higher influences. You could’ve melted into his hold, trusting that you’d let fate guide the night elsewhere.

His hands cupped at your tits, using gentle squeezes to pluck shushed whimpers from your lips. The pads of his thumbs drifted across the buds of your nipples and should he have the chance, you could’ve anticipated that Ushijima was just seconds from prying that top off.

You decided to muse him, tease him just enough to pull all he had to give to his cock. Your lips came to brush past his, settling only a peck before pulling away.

“This isn’t your scene, Ushijima. I can you’re different, too clean and too immature this type of lifestyle. You look like you have morals, something to live for. Better leave before you make a mis–”

“But I can handle it, I swear I can! I wanna—”

“I’ve heard it all. The only thing I can give you is a rush of lust. Don’t expect anything real from me.”

“What if that’s exactly what I’m looking for?”

Ushijima tugged at the knots lining your stilled hips, spilling the selfless whimpers to urge his plea. He knew there stood truth in your words, as much as he didn’t belong there, he knew nothing of what he was asking for. What would happen after? Would he leave and end it as if nothing happened? Would he still feel the way felt now—hungry and desperate for all of you?

All the questions he had sat with you, the answers waiting to be discovered. All he could do was offer you one final word of suggestion.

“Please?”

A giggle spilled from the depths of your chest, your hand breaking from its hold to cup Ushijima’s cheek. If that was what he wanted, you couldn’t help but oblige—leaving all else up to the stars in the sky for judgment.

“Then…you found the perfect girl for the task,” ending Ushijima’s words with the brash push of your lips. What began as polite grew to ruin, your tongue lacing around his own. The occasional clash of teeth was ignored, soapy spools of spit ran their course down your chin, and yet the addictive weight of his lips draws you in deeper.

There wasn’t a moment of delay in your touch, returning the kiss to Ushijima. Your fingers slid down between the soothing crash of your bodies, fidgeting with the clasp of Ushijima’s jeans.

His hips raised in assistance, the unruly denim being dragged down the thick of his thighs with his briefs in tow. A hiss cuts from behind his teeth, the nipping cold settling around the pink head of his cock.

Your digits unconsciously slid to his cock, the soft pads of your fingers ghosting along the pulsing veins. There’s a pretty sheen of pre-cum painting the tanned skin between your palms sweeping across the girthy expanse, sitting deliciously snug between your small hands. Every squeeze of your grip brings forth the pearly tears right from out the fluttering slit, drawing out silenced groans from Ushijima’s chest.

It’s a sight so pretty that your mouth can’t help but water, anticipation brewing at the pit of your tummy. Ushijima looks so innocent in your wake, glimmers of that same lustful curiosity fueling your own arousal. You couldn’t wait to see him crumble, eyes rolling back, and to lose all sense of composure within the smothering hold of your walls.

“You don’t have to hide it,” you croon, hands still honeying Ushijima’s cock with loose strokes. Your thumb settles over the thick head, swiping relevantly to smear away the onslaught of rousing tears.

The chills that run down his spine entice your eye, watching as Ushijima hid all his desires behind a crumbling straight face. You couldn’t help but ease his nerves, whispering a word of advice against his quivering lips.

“We can get it all out, just relax and enjoy yourself, ‘kay?”

Before you can look up to meet Ushijima’s eyes, he’s prying at the gold foil wrapper lost in his pants pocket, ripping the condom free. He placed the suctioning cling of the condom at the tip, rolling down the edges to sit at the base. Your fingers tug at the inseam of your g-string, the thin covering resting along your inner thigh.

The anticipation guides you through a drunken spree as you loom above his cock, your entrance splitting around the flushed crown. Each drop of your hips emits a trembling shake through your legs, your hand shooting to brace along his shoulders.

You knew better than to get ahead of yourself, leaving your pussy to sit halfway of his length. You haven’t even moved and the essence dripping from your walls already rains down to stain his cock sinfully.

“Shit, you’re so big!” you gasped, bringing your forehead to rest along the crook of his neck.

Ushijima hadn’t felt anything like it, the gummy yet suckling clench of your pussy. He can feel every twitch lining his cock, strumming against the veins in a dangerous beat. The shaky rise of your hips pulls at his being, the nerves brimming with a heat he’s never known.

He couldn’t even have begun to ignore how tight you were, fitting around him like a glove. His cock carves at your walls, making it that much easier for you to hold him in place.

It’s become even more of a vice to have you like this on top of him, tits bouncing, eyes screwed shut and the tips of your nails decorating his skin in careful crescents of crimson. The beauty of you working so hard for him and yourself pulled at his heart, wanting to help bring you to an orgasm he had the honor of providing.

“Fuck!—Let me— I wanna do something…” Ushijima whispers out into the heavy air. The flesh of your ass is met by the digits of Ushijima’s hands, fingertips itching deep. Yet, not a notion in his mind could guide him from this point on. He’s clueless, creating a scene out of a need for power—just to provide nothing to either of your impending highs.

Your lips crowd at his neck, pressing spiteful kisses along the thumping pulses. He’s hot but it’s far from. It’s the embarrassment that simmers at his skin, something you’ve come to notice all too quickly. Pity graces your tongue as you speak softly, the slick words ringing in his ear.

“Cute, I just know that you don’t know how to please, Baby. But go ahead, I’ll let you try.”

Through the mellow sense of encouragement, As carefully as he could, he set you down onto his lap, leaving his cock to sit snug at your womb. A shrill squeal rips from your lungs, jolting from Ushijima’s thighs for a sliver of refuge.

“I-I can’t take it all! Fuck–Just give me a sec!–”

“Shhh, you can take it, Pretty. I know you can, that’s why I’m helping you, wanna see you cum all over my cock..kay?”

What you didn’t—moreover, couldn’t—have anticipated was Ushijima’s resilience, how he’d worked himself to the bone to make his words into a reality. He relied on the sounds of your voice and as his focus, sending his cock drag across your sweet spots. Your walls ghosted over his cock, seizing him in place as the waves of ecstasy flooded about your body.

When a sharp mewl spills from your lips, he knows he’s too deep, just striking what he’s learned to be your cervix. Yet when he brings his hips to a tilt with just the slow reeling of his cock, he knows that he’s grazing past by the different song falling from your mouth. It’s free of whimpers and pleas, replaced with a pacing urgency to reach a high.

So as you approach that envied high, Ushijima felt it all the same. How your breaths shift from long and drawn to short and tearful, your lips prancing about a pout to fit. Your nails dig deeper than they have before, slipping beneath his tee for a peace of mind. At the immediate flutter of your walls, that searing clench holds him so tight that he’s the one seeing stars.

What seemed to be the height of your orgasm, Ushijima couldn’t resist it any longer. Running from the soles of his feet was the sudden burst of pressure so heavy that nothing coherent could be formed at Ushijima’s disposal. The thick ribbons of white flooded the surrounding confines, drenching what space did exist within the condom in his scents.

Through the gathering breaths of both your lungs, you peered up at Ushijima, a burning question waiting to be unfolded.

“What do you have to say for yourself? Feel anything?”

Ushijima leaned back onto the bed’s headboard, hazy eyes of olive scanning you from head to toe. He’s, without inner conflict, his heart still yearning to be relieved while he had the chance. He only wanted to ask one more thing of you, praying that regrets would pass him by.

“Can…can we go again?”

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