hello!!!!!!! congrats on 300, you deserve much more<3 may i request A B D F for ushi please??
awawaw thank you, sweet nonnie y’all are the bestest<3 (my first time writing for him so pls be gentle) (also wrote this while talking about mina being the best lesbian and how kirishima 100% has a monster cock and gives the best aftercare with @kirispiracy)
Please be patient with this gentle giant because he still has no real clue as to what the hell he’s doing
He wasn’t quite sure what aftercare is or why it it’s important until you had to sit him down and explain every little detail
He’s a little clumsy with it at first but, after spending hours reading articles and asking Tendou about it, he finds his own way of doing it
Preferring actions over words, he’ll soothe your stinging skin with your favorite lotion, leave small kisses all over the marks he’s left, and absolutely will not let you move until you start complaining about needing to use the restroom
If you need words of reassurance, he’ll learn how to voice his feelings and try his best to whisper them into your ear as he massages your shoulders
Kind of doubts his aftercare and never feels like he’s doing it right but, honestly, he’s too goddamn cute when he’s stumbling around trying to find your favorite comfort items, looking distressed because he wants to give you the best aftercare but is still learning the ropes
“I wasn’t too rough, was I?” he asks you, thick fingers kneading the muscles between your shoulder blades. Sweat causes his hair to cling to his forehead and you brush the strands away so you can look into his olive eyes, a serious gleam that never seems to leave shining in them.
Nuzzling your face in his broad chest, you wrap your arms around his torso and inhale his musky scent, letting the comforting smell dance around your nostrils and soothe your rapidly-beating heart. “That’s the whole point, Ushi.”
He grunts, unsatisfied with your answer, and his fingers work their way up to the base of your skull. “But did I hurt you?”
“Again, the whole point, Ushi.”
You look up at him with soft eyes, a tender smile on your face because how can someone so big be so fucking adorable? “I’d really like some food. I’m pretty hungry after all of that.”
He nods, always so stoic and dutiful. “I can do that.”
“I’d also really like some kisses.”
A rare gentle smile tugs at his puffy lips—a smile saved specifically for you because not a goddamn person on this earth makes him as soft as you do. “I can do that, too.”
This man loves a good pair of arms
Now hear me out: it doesn’t matter if they’re muscular, if they jiggle, if they’ve got stretch marks, if they’re littered with scars—none of that shit matters to him
All that matters to him is how they feel wrapped around his neck as he drills into you
He wants to feel how tight you grasp onto him, how your biceps twitch whenever he hits a sweet spot, how you pull his body against yours whenever you’re getting close to cumming all over his cock, how good they feel encircling him when you’re cuddling after he’s coaxed at least four orgasms out of you
Trails kisses from your shoulder down to the tips of your fingers whenever he’s the big spoon
Please wear tank tops around him because he will combust as soon as he sees your arms hanging from your body, goosebumps rising as the cool air hits them, and he’ll have to fight to keep his hands off of you
It’s an oddly warm day in your house during August and you’ve decided to wear one of Ushijima’s old high school jerseys to keep cool, but even the thin fabric can’t seem to provide any relief from the humidity.
“Honey, I’m—” Ushijima’s announcement of his arrival cuts short as his eyes land on the clothing hanging off of your body. His adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, his mouth suddenly dry and breathing isn’t as easy as it was before. Olive eyes rake down your arms, drinking in and basking in the sight of your exposed skin. “What are you wearing?”
Never mind the fact that this isn’t the first time you’ve worn some of his clothing, but seeing your naked arms always manages to render him breathless.
“Your old jersey,” you cheekily reply, knowing damn well the effect you have on him.
Large frame stalking over to you, he pulls on the edge of the shirt and demands in a low tone, “Take it off.”
You crane your head up towards him as if you’re having trouble hearing him, nearly falling into him as you stand on your tip toes. “What was that, Ushi?”
He gives you no warning as he tosses his jersey off of you and his hands wrap around your upper arm, cold air crashing against your skin and causing goosebumps to rise. “I said, take. It. Off.”
Ushijima is a very straight-forward man, never too shy to tell you exactly what he wants and how he wants it
But if there’s one thing he’ll never admit to: he’s curious to see how you’d dominate him
It’s not something he thinks about too often
But sometimes, when you come home annoyed from work and cursing about your coworkers, he’s almost tempted to offer himself as a target for your frustration
He’s always so dominate with you and you’re so, so good and submissive with him
What’s the harm in switching it up a little, giving you the reigns and allowing you to use him as you please?
But all thoughts are tossed aside as you crawl into his lap, innocent eyes staring at him owlishly, begging to be ruined, and who is he to deny you?
His thrusts become sloppy as he gets closer to his release, his thick fingers tangled in your hair and pulling for dear life. Ushijima’s fat dick leaves no space in you untouched, unfucked, untainted by his thick cum, and it’s impossible for any words besides his name and the occasional curse to slip passed your puffy lips.
“I-I-I’m close, Ushi, please,” you mewl into the hand caressing your face. “I can’t —fuck—please, please, pl-please.”
“I’m close, too,” Ushijima groans and, as if proving his words to be true, you feel his cock twitch inside of you. “Cum with me.”
Your orgasm crashes over you in warm waves, curling your toes and forcing little whimpers from your throat. Ushijima’s orgasm quickly followers yours after a few more snaps from his hips and his body nearly flops on top of yours from exhaustion.
It wasn’t a particularly rough night, but the two of you had been so tired and stressed from work that a few snuggles and movies weren’t going to help you relax. You needed each other completely and wholly wrapped up in the sweet release of emotions and cum.
“Why’re you looking at me like that?” you ask your boyfriend. He bares an oddly complicated look. Rare for the man who only seems to think about your farm, volleyball, and what he’s going to have for dinner that night.
Little do you know, the idea of having you drilling yourself into him is playing over and over in his head. What would it take to coax out that side of you—to make you so fucking feral you’ll throw him on the bed and take him every which way you can? Degradation and praise only make you submissive, and you always crumble underneath him when his giant hands knead at your flesh, but maybe if he begs he can turn the tables.
Would he be able to beg? He loves hearing you beg, hearing you so needy for his cock to stuff you and fuck you stupid, and you’ve mastered the art of bedroom talk. Besides, he’s never been one to ask for what he wants—just takes it and asks for forgiveness later if it’s needed. But could he change that just one time? Bend his spine a little and make himself ask for once?
“Ushi?” you call out, your tiny hand brushing across his cheek, and that shakes him out of his thoughts. “What’s on your mind?”
He laces his fingers with yours and rests your entangled hands on his sweaty chest. “Just you, honey.”
Ushijima is absolutely enamored with how expressive your face is, how much your brows furrow when he has his head buried between your legs, how you suck your bottom teeth between your lips when his fingers curl and it just the right spot
So he’s going to want you underneath him at all costs, mossy eyes boring into yours as he penetrates your sopping hole
Your legs encasing his waist, your fingers clutching his hair, bare chest open and exposed waiting to be covered in marks, face vulnerable and tongue lolling out of your mouth—yeah, that’s his favorite
It drives him up the fucking walls to see your expression to go from so innocent and eager to please to absolutely sinful and lewd, your eyes crossing as you cum all over his cock
Don’t even think about trying to hide behind your hands
He’ll tear them away and pin them right above your head, nails digging into your skin nearly cutting of the circulation
“Come on, honey,” he coaxes as he pistons his cock inside of you. “Let me see your face.”
Your head is nearly knocking against the wall behind you, he’s thrusting so hard, but you continue to bury the side of your face in the pillow, drool pooling out of the corner of your mouth.
It’s not that you’re embarrassed of your face or god forbid you feel bashful while he’s balls deep in you—he’s just so fucking big and it feels like your entire body is clamping down on him, squeezing his cock with every fiber of your being.
Large hands cup your chin and force you to look into a lust-filled forest. “There you are,” he coos, his fingers delicately ghosting over your slobber-streaked cheeks.
Pleasure builds and knots in your stomach, and you know you’re mere seconds away from cumming. “P-please, Toshi.”
“Tell me what you what,” he grunts. “Tell me what you need.”
Your legs tighten around his leg on their own accord, trying to guide his hips to the angle that always leaves you a mess. “C-c-c-cum,” you babble out once his cock starts to brush against your sweet spot. “I need to cum!”
“I’ll make you cum on my cock, honey, you don’t need to worry about a thing.”
Ushijima has always been a man of his word.
