Big Men = Little Spoon
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All characters are written during the timeskip which puts them in their 20′s for both NSFW and SFW. SFW will only be written for pre-time skip.
Pairing: Wakatoshi x f!reader | Aone x f!reader
Warnings: Pure Fluff |
Word Count: 3649
A/n: First off I just want to say Happy Birthday to these beautiful strong silent type men. I adore them so much.
Takanobu Aone
Working in construction and still playing Volleyball was tiring for Aone. Yet he still did it. He enjoyed doing both, they made him happy. The only thing that didn’t was that he hardly got to spend time with (Y/n). They had their moments but their schedules were way different.
He’d be up at four in the morning ready to leave while (Y/n) was still sleeping in bed. He never wanted to wake up. Aone wanted her to get all her hours of sleep, so everytime he left he would bend down and leave a kiss on her forehead. This had her stirring in her sleep before grumbling a “I love you. Have a good day at work. Oh and ------------------”
Even if she couldn’t see it he was smiling. He patted her head and went left for work.
(Y/n) on the other hand slept in till seven. She’d be able to sleep an extra four hours before her job required her to be there.
It had been this way ever since they had decided to move in together. That was about three years ago.
They had first met the first year after they both graduated from high school. (Y/n) had been walking to catch her bus, when all of a sudden she saw the bus going past her. Her heart had dropped as she started running towards it, she waved her arms trying to stop the bus. She hated doing this and would normally let the bus pass but she needed to get to school this day. She had a presentation and it was a big part of her grade.
She was glad that the bus had stopped, she continued to run to it while taking out her wallet to pay for the bus fees. Her breath was heavy, she tried to compose herself before speaking again, “Thank you for stopping.” The bus driver smiled at her and said, “Don’t thank me, thank the guy over there. If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t have seen you.” The bus driver pointed to a man with a large frame. The first thing she noticed was his hair. And then it was his expression, it seemed like he just had a resting bitch face. But who doesn’t.
“Oh, okay.” (Y/n) then looked through the bus to find two available seats. One was by the light haired man, or on in the back...between two other men. She decided it would be best to take the one by the man who already helped her today. As she was making her way to the seat that was when the bus started to move. The force of the bus pushed her, this caused her to fall. But not on the floor. Nope she fell into a warm lap, she felt arms around her to keep her still.
When she looked up she saw the said man looking down at her, he had a clear blush on his face. She could feel her face heat up when she finally processed the situation. She quickly got off him and sat on the seat next to him. If her running didn’t take her breath away then she was sure that the blush on his face would have. It took her awhile before she spoke up.
“I’m sorry I fell in your lap. I’ve never been good at keeping my balance when the buses started moving.” She fidgeted with her fingers before turning to look at him, “And I just wanted to say thank you for telling the bus to wait. I really appreciate it.”
Aone turned to her, face less red and nodded his head. He gave a short grunt.
Now usually she would find people grunting at her a bit weird but..coming from this guy. Nah it made her heart swell. Her inner thoughts consisted of ‘Wow that was cute.’ ‘How can no words be that cute?’ ‘Why are you so adorable?’ But she said nothing, she nodded back with a smile before looking away. That was how the whole ride was. The bus came to a stop but (Y/n) didn’t stand up. The warm body that helped her stay warm in the cold bus did. She wanted to tell him to stay but she really couldn’t.
But something took her by surprise. The man had bowed in front of her as a way to say “Goodbye” without really saying much. She lightly returned it in her seat. And with that he left. She was in a haze, ‘That, was literally the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.’ ‘How can he be so nice?’ ‘Wait! I never asked for his name! Nice going (Y/n)’. But she just sighed and tried to push away the thoughts. She was probably never going to see him again.
Oh how wrong she was.
Aone happened to be early on that bus that day. He usually took the later one. But after interaction with her he wanted more. He was always so used to people avoiding sitting near him because they thought he looked scary but it somehow felt different with her. And they were so polite to him, so of course he got attached. He didn’t know if he’d see her again or if she’d take the same bus but he’d risk that chance. Just so he could sit next to her again. Just so he could hear her voice, it was sweet to him.
And there she was. This time waiting at the bus stop, breathing normal, relaxed. As soon as she stepped onto the bus and paid she looked for the man. When she found him she felt excited to see that spot away open. I mean of course she was a bit sad that no one seemed to want to sit next to him but screw that. It was her opening.
After weeks and months of sitting next to each other (Y/n) finally decided to ask for his number, and maybe a date. She didn’t like dragging out her feelings too long, she wanted to be directed. Plus all that time waiting and sitting next to him was already too long of a time for her. He was a bit taken aback by her request to go on a date but he wasn’t going to say no.
And that was how they got to now. Three years together, they had decided to move in together last year when they wanted to be around each other more. And it was great. They had a routine, his way was to go to work, get home, eat , sleep, get up, go to practice, go back home make some dinner for both of them, sometimes clean, and sleep till (Y/n) got there.
That was how her nine to five job was. She hated the hours but she enjoyed her job. She also loved coming home to find Aone asleep on their bed. He always fell asleep while watching tv while laying on his side. She changed into one of Aone’s shirts, that was way too big than her normal shirt but still found a way to compliment her body.
So she snuck under the covers and made her way over to him. Her arm wrapped around him, she kept her hand flat against his chest. And her leg found it’s way on top of his waist. Her face against his back as she gently rubbed her forehead against it’s muscular build. “Takanobu, I’m sorry I had to work today. I wish I could have spent your birthday with you.”
Aone had woken up once he felt her body against his. Hearing her say she was sorry wasn’t what he wanted to hear so he knew he had to reassure her. “It’s fine. You’re here now, that’s all that matters.” His voice was deeper than normal since he had just woken up from his nap.
“How about we both just say fuck it and call off tomorrow. We can go on a small trip and just spend it together.”
He grunted, “That would be nice.” He smiled as he closed his eyes. He enjoyed this, feeling her warmth against his back, feeling her so close to him. He loved to be the big spoon but he loved it even more when she did this. It was like he was wrapped around all her love. To him, it was one of the many ways that she showed him that she loved him, that she gave him all her love.
And for her, it was his way of letting her express that love. It was him telling her physically, “I love you and love you loving me the way you do. So please continue.” It made her whole body heat up from the affection she always loved giving.
Her forehead was still placed on his back. She took in his fresh scent, it was a smell she loved so much. A scent she always wanted with her, a scent she could call home, he was her home.
“Happy Birthday Takanobu. I love you.” She closed her eyes and fell asleep with her arms around the one thing she loved the most.
Wakatoshi Ushijima
Ushijima was a dedicated man, there was no doubt about that. From the moment (Y/n) met him she knew. She could tell just by watching him. His eyes were so focused on what he was doing, that look of determination was what drew her to him. She had never been a fan of sports herself, she liked to indulge in other things but one day her friend convinced her to come watch a game with her. She was going to decline but her friend said that the positions they made when they jumped or moved around would be good for her drawing reference.
So how could she have refused that. She took her camera ready to take pictures of the team and their poses when they jumped. She could have used online reference but she liked taking her own, most of the online references were hardly in any positions she wanted. She really was ready to be disappointed in getting the reference photos, that was when Wakatoshi had jumped up and hit the ball.
She didn’t want to be weird but she loved human anatomy. It was so aesthetically pleasing, the way the muscles moved, curved, bent, dented, anything. Male or female, human anatomy was just so beautiful. Not in any sexual way, just pleasing to look at. Flesh was a thing that had been so sexualized and deemed inappropriate by the media that she always hated to admire and enjoyed looking at it. Bodies were bodied, they didn’t need to be sexualized.
And in that moment that was all that went through her head. She completely forgot to take pictures. All she could think about the way the muscles clenched or moved. It was truly breathtaking. That was when she had gotten to his face, that look as stated before. She thought that expression was just, something she wanted to admire forever.
After that all was a blur, she wasn’t even focused on the game anymore. She was too focused on watching all the players movements. She didn’t even realize the same had finished, but she did notice that her friend had wanted her to come with them to get an autograph from some of the team members. So they went down. (Y/n) ended up getting separated from her friend by the other fan’s trying to get the same thing. That was when someone shoved her, which caused her to fall to the floor. She winced when her bottom came in contact with the hard floor. Just as she pressed her left hand down to help her get up someone stepped on it. “Ow, get off me!” She yelled as she pushed the person off her hand. She tried to push herself up but her hand hurt too much.
“Hey! Get back!” A deep voice boomed through the place. The people around did just that. A tall figure made its way to (Y/n). “Are you alright?” A hand reached down for her to grab. She took the hand that helped her up, “Yeah just a little. Thank you.” She looked up to see that it was the man she was admiring the whole time, Wakatoshi Ushijima. Her dumb words slipped through her mouth.
“Wow, your muscles are even better up close.” He let go of her hand, his face shifted from concern to confusion and a bit of anger? She noticed, “Sorry that’s not what I meant. I meant that you have a really good body.” Nope just as bad, “Wait, no that’s not right. It's nice to look at.” ‘Oh my gods please kill me.’ His facial expression was not getting any better. She really hoped she could fix this, well the only way she knew how was just to talk, but she seemed to be making it worse.
“I’m sorry. I just mean that, as an artist and a lover of human anatomy your positions when jumping and hitting the ball are just beautiful. And the look on your face while playing really captured how you feel about the sport. I’m sorry if what I said was weird, I didn’t mean it to be. It’s just, your positions are very much aesthetically pleasing to look at.” She bowed to him too afraid to look at his face. It was silent, the group around them was quiet, even he was quiet. She just assumed he had enough and left.
When she looked up she saw him clearing his throat as he had his closed fist up to his mouth. His cheeks were painted pink. He really didn’t know how to respond. Sure Wakatoshi had had people come up to tell him he was hot but never ‘Aesthetically pleasing’ and she also mentioned how he was focused, which meant she was watching his behavior as well. Shit to him this was a different kind of praise, and if he was being honest, he kinda liked it. The words that came out of his mouth were also something that he wasn’t expecting.
“You could draw me or take my picture any time you want. If that is what you want.” He said still facing away from her. Her eyes widened as she looked at him, there was no way she’d say no. “That would be great!” She dug through her bag and found a piece of paper and pen. She wrote down her number and name, “Call me whenever you have time! I’d love to hear from you.”
He turned to her to see the paper and the smile on her face. ‘Gods her smile is great.’ He took the paper from her hand, “Sure, I look forward to working with you.”
After that day (Y/n) had asked him different weeks or in months if she could take his pictures on his days off and he said yes. It had been his day off in official practice but not his personal one. While she took pictures he was serving and spiking. She took as many as she could. When she was done she told him as she started to put away her camera. “Thank you Ushijima. I really appreciate it.” She put her camera bag on her shoulder as she turned around to see him making his way to her. “Well, I guess I’ll leave you to it then.”
She didn’t want to leave but she also didn’t want to take up too much of his time. Just as she was about to leave he stopped her “Uh, (L/n).”
She turned to look at him, “Yes Ushijima?”
“Do you think, maybe, we could go get some dinner actually?” Whipped the sweat off his forehead with his shirt.
He had asked her so casually with a hint of shyness. Which she liked very much. “As mutuals or as a date?”
He paused before dropping his shirt to look at her. “A date.”
Her camera bag nearly fell off her shoulder, “Yeah. I’d like that.”
That was seven years ago.
Their relationship had blossomed since that day and they enjoyed every minute of it. Especially days like today.
(Y/n) made sure that Wakatoshi was busy, she made sure he went on so many errands before he got back home. She had to make sure everything was perfect for when he got home.
So when he came home to a dark house he called out her name. “(Y/n)? Are you here?” He saw some lights shining from the kitchen so he made his way there. His eyes widened when he saw what was displayed. A hand painted banner, balloons and his favorite cake with his favorite food dish displayed for him. (Y/n) stood there with a rectangle box in her hands.
“I know you might have been thinking it was rude of me to not say happy birthday when we woke up. Or that I made you go on all those errands but it was so I could do this. Happy Birthday Wakatoshi.” She had a smile on her face before she walked towards him with a smile. She brought him into a big hug and held onto him. He held her back, he tried to hold back some tears.
Every year she did this for him, and it made him feel like it made up for all the times he never got to have this with his mother. Sure in that moment he didn’t mind as much since he didn’t think many people did it. Hell he never even cared about his birthday before. That was until (Y/n) made a big deal about it. She would always tell him, “How are birthdays not important to you? They celebrate you! At least to me it makes me want to celebrate it more. It was the day you were born, if you weren't then I would have never met you. I would have never been able to fall in love with you. Ah, thinking about it makes me sad.”
Just as he was about to speak she cut him off by pulling him to the chair in front of the cake. “Before you say anything you have to make a wish and blow out the candles.” She smiled as she sat down on the chair next to him. He nodded and closed his eyes thinking of a wish. ‘I wish everyday with (Y/n) would be just as good as the next.’ He kept his eyes closed as he blew on the candles. He heard clapping and then the lights turning on.
Wakatoshi opened his eyes to see the cake was pushed back. And now the box that was in her hand was now placed in front of him. He looked at her confused, “Go on, open it.”
So he did. He opened the box, once he saw what was inside he felt his hands shaking lightly. He just stared at it for a little longer than he needed to.
“I know we weren’t talking about having any. But I guess after that one session we forgot to use protection in the heat of the moment. If you didn’t want to keep it I...I don’t know what we would do but-” She was cut off with Wakatoshi getting up from his seat. He had made his way to her so fast. He dropped to his knees and placed his head on them. “I love you. I love you so much.”
(Y/n) could feel the top of her pants getting wet. She heard light sobs come from him, she could feel her eyes tear up. She expected him to be happy, but to cry? No, but she was glad he was that happy. “I love you too Wakatoshi.”
Later that night Wakatoshi had fallen asleep on the couch. His head rested on his arm rest, a pillow between his legs, and one of his hands resting against his head. (Y/n) stood in the doorway drying her hands, she smiled at his sleeping figure. She left for a brief moment before coming back with a blanket in her hand. She got on the couch in the empty spots that Wakatoshi wasn’t taking up. She squeezed herself behind him which caused him to scoot forward.
Even if he was sleeping his body had memorized this behavior since she had done it many times before. Her face laying on his shoulder, her arm around his torso and her leg on his waist. She pulled up the blanket with her to give them more heat.
“(Y/n)?” Wakatoshi called out lightly.
“Yes Toshi?” She whispered in his ear as she kissed his neck lightly.
“Thank you for today.” He is free hand shifted to grip her hand, he intertwined his fingers with hers.
“You don’t need to thank me Toshi. I did it because I love you. But I’ll accept it, so you’re welcome.”
“Do you think we’ll always stay like this?”
“In this position? No you might shift and end up spooning me.”
“No. Like, do you think we’ll always be together?”
His question made her heart ache. “Do you want us to?”
“Yes.” He answered with no hesitation.
She felt a smile appear on her face. “Then yes. I’ll love you till the day I die. Better yet, I’ll love you till our next life. And the one after that. I’ll love you beyond death.”
She kissed his neck one last time before they both fell back to sleep. It was one of the best ways they could sleep. Wrapped around holding onto each other. Never letting go, being able to live off of each other's love and warmth was all they could really ask for.
