home workout | wakatoshi ushijima
summary ā wakatoshi works out at home. he looks hot doing it.
pairing ā wakatoshi ushijima x reader
warnings ā nsfw content. minors dni. smut, blowjob, cum swallowing, pet name āmy loveā
word count ā 1.3k
authorās note ā please listen to this audio of wakatoshi (and kuroo) breathing heavily for the most effective experience
Itās not your fault your boyfriend is totally irresistible. Heās tempting you on purposeā youāre sure of it.
Youāre trying so, so hard to focus on the reality show playing on the TV, but Waktoshi is being terribly obscene. A few feet away, heās splayed out on a yoga mat, lifting dumbbells over his head.
Itās unintentional, the way he gasps and heaves and, ever so often, groans. Itās unintentional, yet it leaves you squeezing your thighs together and biting down on your tongue because your mind is starting to wander.
If you were a better person, youād go to any other room in the house and let him work out in peace. But you stay seated, let your eyes creep over to the titan of a man in your living room.
Heās a powerhouse in every aspect. Youād think that maybe youād be used to it after having him in your life for so long, but your eyes widen and drool pools in your mouth at the sight of him.
Thick, hard thighs. Veined arm muscles, straining. Carved pectorals and abdomen, clenching with every movement. Corded muscle over every inch of his bodyāa display of pure, unwavering strength. The manifestation of years of work heās put into the sport he plays for a living now. Wakatoshiās tan skin gleams with droplets of sweat, too, face flushed down to his chest.
Itās terribly, horribly teasing. Itās precisely what he looks like when heās above you, rutting his powerful hips into yours relentlessly, face morphed into a mixture of concentration and bliss. Itās what he sounds like when he pounds away at you, brings you to tears from pure bliss.
You want him. You need him. Your mouth is too empty, you decide. So you stand, shuffling over to him with an edge of guilt.
āCan you stop?ā you say, standing by his mat.
He pauses, thick eyebrows furrowing. Concern quickly fills his sharp features.
āWhat have I done, my love?ā
āYouāre hot. Itās distracting me,ā you tell him, crossing your chest.
His shoulders sag when it hits him he hasnāt actually done anything wrong and he chuckles, a deep rumble in his broad chest. āI apologise. Can you forgive me?ā
āI will if you let me suck your dick,ā you say, already sinking to your knees between his robust thighs. Thereās mischief dancing behind the batting of your eyelashes, enticing your sweet boyfriend.
Wakatoshi likes to think heās focusedā itās what heās been told all his life, by coaches and teachers alike. His concentration never wavers, his determination ever so stable. Around you, though? He becomes entirely unrelenting.
Itās why he doesnāt stop you as you paw at his jersey shorts, smoothing a hand up his thigh, along his crotch, up to the waistband. Itās why he nods when you peer up at him for permission to pull them down his legs, no matter how simple it would be for him to ask you politely to wait until he finishes the few reps he has left.
His boxers come down and his cock, half-hard, springs upwards in its entirety. Your fingertips barely touch when they wrap around the tanned flesh which jumps when you start stroking up and down gently.
Drool pools in your mouth, your lidded eyes dropping to the sight of your boyfriendās perfect dick. With your bottom lip caught between your teeth, you pump up and down his veiny length until heās rock hard and blushing and pearly rivulets of pre dribble from the slit of his tip.
Thatās when you start to drag your tongue along him, from his base all the way to his head, watching attentively as his head falls back and he showcases his glistening Adamās apple. Heās always so sensitive, falling apart at your slightest touch.
Your thumb teases his slit, smearing pre over his tip as it leaks while your tongue traces the veins that adorn his cock. And then, with a lustful hunger burning deep in your abdomen, your lips wrap around him and swallow.
You hardly give yourself a second to adjust as you take half of him without hesitation, tears welling and throat clenching as you adjust to the girthy intrusion. Wakatoshi hisses as his giant hand flies to your scalp, stopping you before you can push yourself any further.
āEasy, my love,ā he says in a strained whisper.
Itās hard to take his advice when you peer up and catch the tensing of his hard muscles, the parting of his lips, and the affection that glimmers in his olive eyes. It urges you on, really.
You pull back with webs of spit connecting your lips to his cock, stomach fluttering as your boyfriend brings his hand to your cheek and strokes it with his thumb. A second later and youāre dipping your head back down to envelop your mouth around him, choosing to bob your head this time.
āOh, f-ā Wakatoshi cuts himself off with a groan, your throat so warm and tight around him that he shivers. He sighs when your free hand moves to grasp at one of his heavy balls, squeezing lightly but itās just enough to make his cock throb in your mouth.
As you bob, you take him further and further until your nose is pressed to his pelvis and the dark wiry hairs of his happy trail tickle your skin. He squeezes his eyes shut from the jolts of pleasure that travel deep into his core, his brain turning to fog from the bliss of your slippery mouth. His flesh becomes seared, the blush on his cheeks seeping down to his chest.
Your throat clicks and splutters around himāheās so big, not meant to be taken like this, and yet you do. With wet eyes and a numb mind, you keep him shoved down your mouth as your fingers take turns fondling one of his balls at a time.
Wakatoshi thinks heās close to passing out. He can hardly remind himself to stave off his orgasm, too busy as heās rapt by the burning pleasure of your tongue working his cock.
You pull away, heaving for air, but itās only to mouth at his balls and suckle at them until theyāre covered in your slobber. You trail your tongue along the underside of his cock next, watching him gulpā watching him slowly fall apart.
When you swirl your tongue and suck lightly at his tip, Wakatoshi moans. His abdomen tightens, his fingers scratching at your scalp as they tangle into your roots. Heās losing all semblance of composure. You can tell, from the way his thighs tense and ragged breaths fall from his lips.
āIām- close,ā he groans, low, through clenched teeth.
Youāre bobbing your head again with determination, the lewd sounds every time you lower your mouth only bringing Wakatoshi to his edge more quickly. With your hand pumping up and down simultaneously, he doesnāt stand a chance.
His cock twitches in your mouth, and with a deep, rumbling groan that shakes his entire body, he releases. His warm load spills down your throat, his muscles bulging as pleasure wracks his huge body. A Roman god succumbing.
As you pull off of him to replenish your lungs, Wakatoshiās mind is airy. To him, one thing becomes clear, however.
He lunges forward, scooping you up with ease despite having orgasmed just a moment ago.
āWakatoshi!ā you squeal as he tosses you upon the couch. He kisses you, messy, licking into your mouth like heās trying to taste himself on your tongue. It makes your head spin.
āIād like to make sure youāll forgive me,ā he says, still breathless and blushing. His hands wander up your t-shirt, fingertips brushing at your skin making you shiver. āWill you let me return the favour, please?ā
