TW: oral sex (F receiving), overstimulation, face riding, a hint of size kink, Ushi eating your cunt like there’s no tomorrow, finger fucking, implied shower sex, implied squirting, Ushi being hot as fuck and still sweet
Ushijima Wakatoshi prided himself on many things. His skill with volleyball. His ability to manage his money well. His perseverance, confidence, and drive. But above all, the thing he secretly prides himself most on is his ability to make you cum on his tongue. He loves the sounds you make, the way you taste, and the way you’re incoherently babbling by the time he’s had his fill of you. He doesn’t do it because it’s expected or because you need the prep, which you do, but he simply does it because he fucking enjoys it.
He’s remarkably good at going down on you. When you’d first gotten together, he’d been relatively inexperienced with only a few prior partners. But dammit if he wasn’t a fast learner. They key though is that he always listened. If you cried out, “Don’t stop!”, he would continue exactly what he was doing and make a mental note that you liked this. If you squirmed against his face and he had to place his hand on your pelvis to keep you still, he knew you were close. And the time he made you squirt on his face? He committed every single thing he did to memory that night so he could replicate it. Over and over. He knew your every quirk, every sound, every movement and interpreted them like he was translating a language effortlessly.
Take now for example. Lying on his back under you, he hadn’t even asked you to sit on his face. He knew that’s how you always came the hardest though. He’d been between your legs, his tongue swirling around your opening and nose nudging your clit as you teetered on the edge of an orgasm, when all of a sudden you found yourself swiftly maneuvered and sat atop his face. His arms were wrapped around your thighs to keep them spread and his mouth was alternating between sucking at your clit or lapping at your pulsating, sweet pussy with his tongue. His strong arms moved your body back and forth across his face, riding his tongue faster and faster until you were gripping the headboard and cumming with a cry of his name. His face was drenched but he wasn’t done. He knew he could pull another one from you.
His arms tightened and he continued moving your overstimulated core across his face. His fingers migrated between your legs and spread puffy lips apart so he could better reach your clit, sucking the hard bud roughly as you twitched and tried to squirm away from the sensation. One word from you would’ve stopped him, but you had always loved this as much as he did. His fingers migrated once more, arm changing positions so he could better reach you. Two thick, long fingers pressed easily into your dripping cunt and stretched your pretty little hole open as his tongue lapped at your clit, circling with expert precision. He set a steady pace, tongue swirling, mouth sucking, and fingers fucking into you in the perfect combination that quickly had you chasing another orgasm, moving yourself against him until you once again came with a cry of his name and a rush of liquid.
He smirked against your inner thigh, pressing kisses to either side as your body slumped and he carefully maneuvered you off his face and onto your back next to him. He looked at you, the biggest smile on his face and you couldn’t help but giggle at how you’d managed to even get his hair wet. He curled up beside you, tucking you under his arm as your body twitched, coming down from your high. A kiss to your forehead, his hand caressed your cheek lovingly. He chuckled as he realized he’d just spread your own juices across your cheek and leaned down to lick them off, delighting in your squeal and light laughter.
After a sweet kiss to your lips, he stood and pulled you up into his arms, carrying you to the shower where he could clean you up before he pressed your back to the shower wall and began sinking his hard cock into you. After all, he didn’t say he was done.
“What are you doing?” you asked with a slight giggle as the large man unflinchingly settled his head on your stomach and beneath the book you’d previously had resting there. His much larger body was between your legs as you leaned back against the couch’s arm rest. His arms wrapped around your middle as he nuzzled his face against the plush material of his sweatshirt covering your soft stomach, and he closed his eyes. You’d been lying here for about an hour since you’d both finished dinner together. He’d settled in his chair with his laptop, answering sponsorship emails as you read your book on the couch nearby, a comfortable silence between you.
He mumbled something against your stomach and your giggles made him look up at you. “I missed you,” he spoke, voice deep and words completely honest.
Laying the book next to you, your hand moved to lightly caress his cheek. “I’ve been with you all night Toshi,” you responded.
He only squeezed his arms around you and stated, “But I missed you here. Against me. I’m my arms.”
Your heart fluttered at the sincerity and love in his voice. Your arms settled around his shoulders, fingers moving to his hair to play with the soft strands that smelled like your favorite conditioner he always liked to use. He had once told you he used it because whenever he’d get a whiff of it through the day, it made him smile and think of you. The two of you lay like that for some time, just enjoying the touch of one another, until his voice broke the silence.
“Keep reading,” he rumbled, voice now sleepy. “Read to me.”
And so you stay like that, reading softly to your husband, until the large man was softly snoring and you stopped reading, soon joining him in sleep.
“Wake up!” he heard, rousing from sleep as a pillow collided with his face. “Toshi, wake up!” His arms stretched, reaching out for the spot you should’ve been next to him, finding only a cold bed. His eyes peered open to see your silhouette, illuminated by the sun streaming in through the window and a smile broke out across his lips.
“Well good morning,” he spoke softly, voice deep and raspy with sleep.
You couldn’t stop the heat coursing through your body at the sound and mentally cursed yourself at the distraction. Turning around and continuing to frantically clean the room, you throw a response over your shoulder to the naked god of a man in your bed. “Good morning to you to Toshi.”
He chuckled as pillow after pillow that the two of you had thrown to the floor during certain escapades last night were unceremoniously pelted at him. As soon as you were within reach, his hand extended, fingers wrapping loosely around your arm but with enough force to carefully pull you back onto the bed where he quickly caged you in strong arms. His face inches from yours and softly grinning, he spoke once more. “Do I not get my good morning kiss?”
Your body was tense from stress but relaxed in his touch instantly. Tilting your head up, you angled your lips so they were pressed against his sweetly, unable to deny his request. Pulling back, smile spread across both of your mouths, he stroked a gentle finger down the side of your face. “And may I ask why the sudden urge to clean at 8:05 AM?”
Your face blanched as you realized you were running out of time.
“My parents are coming over in 10 minutes and we’re both still naked and I’m pretty sure your underwear is somewhere in the living room.”
Within seconds, both you and Ushijima were out of bed, frantically clothing yourselves and cleaning the messy apartment so that you could introduce your boyfriend of six months to your parents.
For the next 24 hours (starting at midnight my time), I’ll be posting something related to Ushijima once an hour in honor of his birthday. This will range from my personal selfship stuff, playlists, fanart reblogs, fics and reblogs, and other stuff to include a few of my personal selfship ideas. But all of it is Ushijima related because it’s his day and he’s my original love, the Haikyuu loml that never strays.
So if you’re not interested, please block/filter the tag b.Ushijima’s birthday or b.ushiday so you don’t have to see the posts!
Grocery shoppinf with him for the first time! Or buying new furniture together! Maybe you can test out the beds 😏
It’d been about 3 months since you’d starting dating Ushijima Wakatoshi. The first two months were a dream but then he’d started up a more rigorous practice schedule for volleyball as the upcoming season approached. Therefore, over the last month your time with your boyfriend had been limited. So when he’d texted this morning to say practice ended early, you had immediately invited him over despite it being grocery day. Upon telling him about your weekly date with the local grocery store, he had said he’d accompany you, as he also needed groceries. He also was excited at the prospect of you both cooking together and spending a night in just basking in each other’s presence.
He showed up after practice, hair still wet from his quick shower in the locker room, and you hopped in his car. Immediately, a long, lingering kiss was placed on your lips which you melted into. It’d been far too long since you’d felt his lips upon yours. After several minutes of sitting in your driveway reacquainting yourselves, he drove off to the grocery store with your left hand firmly resting in his right.
Grocery shopping with another person was strange at first. You were finding out what each of you liked. Ushijima noticed that while you mostly got fresh foods and vegetables, you also had a penchant for grabbing things with chocolate in them. You noticed that while Ushijima was fairly disciplined with his diet, most of his food was pre-made salads, frozen vegetable blends, and lots of meat. He also had a sweet tooth that you’d never noticed as he added several types of pastries to the cart. Grocery shopping together brought about a whole new level of intimacy that neither of you had thought of. A little peak into each other’s worlds when you weren’t together. It was nice and you couldn’t deny that when you pushed the cart and he put his arms on the cart on either side of you, you heard a little thought in your head say you wanted this with him forever. What you didn’t know was he had the same thought. This moment of domesticity had him imagining an entire future. Moments like this every week and he may have even imagined a little one in the cart with his eyes and your hair.
My very first ever selfship art that was lovingly created for me by my cousin (whom is not on tumblr) right after I realized Ushijima was the loml 💙 It’s one of my favorite things ever and I definitely cried when she made that for me almost two years ago
Yesterday, my beautiful friend @princessatoru posed a question and asked, “If you fave was to pick out your nails, what style or design would they choose for you?” And as a perpetually indecisive human, I spent hours pouring over Pinterest and giving a simple question way, wayyyy too much thought. But in the spirit of it being Ushi’s birthday, I’d like to share my thoughts on the nails he would pick out for me to get done and why.
So Ushi could care less about what my nails look like at first but he knows I bite my nails because anxiety. I confess to him that I get really insecure that they are so short from the years of biting them and sometimes when we’re on the couch and he tries to hold my hand, I’ll pull away my hand from him so he doesn’t see where I ripped off a cuticle or managed to make one of my nails bleed. And that just won’t do for him because he likes holding my hand and playing with my fingers while we’re just lying down together. So he starts taking me to get them done every week because I told him that I don’t bite them if they’re pretty and he wants to help me stop the bad habit he knows I hate. When I start asking him to help me pick out how they look, he takes it seriously, as he always takes anything I ask him, and researches different looks and styles on my Pinterest account, and he settles on ones he thinks we’d both like. He picks my favorite shade of blue with simple accents. He picks a nude look with a little infinity love and tells me that’s how much he loves me—an infinite amount. And when the Adlers are playing, he may or may not have picked a purple, gold and white set to match his colors and asked the nail technician to hide his number amongst the design 🥺
