your legs are shaking, eyes crossed from how good it feels. you can’t move because he has you trapped between his body and the backseat. it’s so hot and the windows have fogged up already.
it’s embarrassing how loud you’re being and no even when you try to run from him, for his huge cock. he doesn’t let up. it’s so intense that you can’t even form a single coherent thought.
he’s fucked you dumb and you only have yourself to blame.
“fuck” he moans, his face right beside your own as he groans into your ear. it’s so wet and filthy and he’s going to have to get his car washed again but he doesn’t care.
“ah ah” he scolds, slapping your pussy when he feels you trying to get away, “you asked for it, practically begged for it”
he’s not wrong. you were so worked up and you needed him immediately, never patient when it came to him. he spoiled you so much that if he really thought about it, this was his own fault.
“your pussy is so wet” he bites your shoulder, “you’re that fucking desperate for my cock?”
he holds you flat against the back seat. your front is pressed down and he’s thrusting so hard that it shakes the car. you’re surprised no one has noticed him fucking your brains out in the middle of a parking lot.
“you love this dick baby, don’t try and fight me” he says, “good girls don’t run”
Summary: Pretty self-explanatory lol. For Kageyama, Ushijima and Osamu. Hope you enjoy :)
Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4
Tobio Kageyama
Kageyama sits on his couch, watching a volleyball game on TV. Sadly, he isn’t able to fully concentrate on it. His thoughts always start to wander to you; his sisters’ friend. The magnificent woman he just saw leaving to go to a party with his sister. This is bad… He knows it is. He only just met you. But when he laid his eyes on you, he swears, he felt emotions he has never felt before.
He is aware of the fact that his sisters' friends are off limits. Also, you are probably a few years older than him so that would be weird, wouldn’t it? What would you do with a young man like him? “I don’t know her at all, why am I thinking about her. There is nothing to think about…” he tries to reason with himself.
But this doesn’t stop his hand from traveling to his phone, that is laying on the couch next to him. He knows your name so he proceeds to stalk you on your social media. He finds out your age; you are just a year older than him. “Thats all right” he concludes. He looks at the pictures you have posted of yourself. He stops at a recent picture of you. It’s just a selfie, but Kageyama inspects it with such a scrutiny, like he normally would only a volleyball match.
You look straight into the camera, your head is tilted to the side. Your lips are parted just slightly, they look glossy and so soft. What would they- Tobio takes a deep breath. He shakes his head slightly to get rid of his sinful thoughts. He looks at your eyes and can’t help the slight tingle in his stomach from appearing. It’s like you’re staring right at him, seductively. God- just like you have looked at him earlier. He throws his phone away from him like it's poisonous. The back of his head meets the couch as he sighs deeply. You look so cute. You’re so beautiful, magnificent, unbelievably hot. You’re everything. “No no no” he scolds himself “Enough with these thoughts.”
He gathers his strength and tries to redirect his attention back to the match playing on his TV. But he simply can’t. It’s worse after he has stalked you, after he looked at your pictures. His mind is taken up by you, the beautiful friend of his sister.
He wonders what you are doing right now. Are you chatting to someone at the party? Are you dancing with anyone? When these images are coming up in his mind he feels a sting of jealousy.
“Shit” he mumbles to himself. “I shouldn’t think about that. I don’t have a right to be jealous. I should think about other things." And then the image of you in your party outfit pops into his mind. Well, that is certainly positive. He sees the memory of you standing in the apartment, waiting for his sister to be ready. Every little thing his famished eyes drank up off you replays in his head. The mole on your collarbone that your low-cut top exposed to him; the way your tight skirt hugged your tiny waist and curves just so perfectly; your glistening, full lips; your beautiful bright eyes sparkling at him…
And just with this memory of you he can feel a tent in his pants rising. His cock is straining hard against his pants. He doesn’t even notice it at first. He keeps on thinking about you. And the more he thinks about you and your body, the harder it gets, his dick - and his will to restrain himself from touching himself to the thought of you. His head lays on the head rest of his couch. His eyes are closed as he concentrates on the clear image of you in his mind.
He just can’t help to wonder how your lips would feel on his or how your tongue would explore his mouth. He swallows thickly. Or how soft your thighs would feel if his hands would caress them. Or your ass, your beautiful plump ass, if he could only squeeze it, knead it. He sighs deeply and without any willpower left, he pushes his pants down eagerly. His cock springs free, already leaking and twitching, and he grabs it, starting to stroke softly.
A low moan escapes his lips when he imagines that it isn’t his hand, but yours that is wrapped around him. How your soft, dainty hands would look around his hard and big cock. How they would feel dragging up and down his throbbing cock. He drags his fist up and down his cock slowly, pumping into his swollen tip.
Your lips, your plush, soft, glistening lips; how would they feel wrapped around him. Your tongue traveling up and down the base of his dick, you; sucking on his sensitive tip lustfully. Your beautiful eyes staring up at him, as you take him in fully, deep in your throat, succumbing yourself to him. Letting him cum into your mouth as you swallow everything he gives to you.
A quiet grunt escapes his parted lips, his hand dragging along his shaft faster now. He imagines your breathless gasps as he sinks his thick cock into your wet cunt for the first time. Your loud moans and pants as he would quicken his pace, as your walls suck him into you. And before he can picture all his fantasies, all the scenarios he would like you to play out with him, he can feel his release nearing.
His fist squeezes even tighter, pumping faster into his sensitive tip as he cums with a staggered groan and a drawn out moan of your name. His hips jerk into his hands as his cum shoots out of him, dripping down his sensitive dick and balls, painting his hand white. He continuous dragging his hands up and down for a few seconds, the image of your tongue awaiting his cum on his mind.
Osamu Miya
Osamu thinks it’s unfair; completely unfair. You’re his favorite customer. The regular that makes his heart flutter every time he looks up from the counter and sees you entering his shop. He is sure he can already tell when you’re coming, without having to look up. It’s like he has your steps memorized. And your voice. Your beautiful voice; so soft and clear when ordering. When he looks into your eyes he feels like time stops. They suck every reasonable thought out of him, every clear thought. Suddenly he can’t form an onigiri anymore. You come by often. And with every further visit of yours his thoughts get wilder. Until now, he thought he did a good job in suppressing his dirty thoughts about you.
But today he snapped. The reason: You in your skimpy summer dress. It just fits you so well, hugs your body so perfectly. The way your dainty hand brushed against his own shortly, probably unintentionally, when you were paying for your food. The way your short dress rode up your thighs as you set down onto a chair, exposing more of your beautiful skin. How you bit into the onigiri, a soft and quiet moan escaping your lips. He knows it tastes good. If only he could get a taste of you. The way you licked your lips. The way you smiled at him as you said goodbye. Fuck.
He quickly excuses himself to his employee after you have walked out of his shop. He takes long strides towards his office in the back of his shop. He closes the door behind him and sits on his chair. A long sigh falls from his lips, as he hides his face in his hands. This is so wrong, he tells himself. But a part of him doesn’t care. He just can’t help it.
He sighs defeatedly, opening his pants. He can see his dick already straining hard against his boxers. He tugs them down quickly. His cock is already leaking, throbbing, urging to get a release.
He watches his hand wrapping around himself, his thumb dragging over his leaking slit. He has to suppress a quiet whimper. Then he drags his fist up and down his shaft, letting his head fall back. His eyes close as he thinks of you. Images of you come into his mind. Your short dress. The way it hugs your ass so perfectly. You licking your finger, sucking on them softly while looking at him inviting. His pace picks up, his hand now working faster. He imagines you walking over to him, your dainty hands caressing his back reassuringly. You, whispering dirty things into his ear, your plump lips hovering above his earshell.
The way his hands would grab you, pushing you forward. Bending you over the counter, flipping up your dress, revealing to him that you weren’t wearing anything underneath. “Filthy girl” he mutters to himself low-voiced, as his fist continues pumping into his increasingly sensitive tip.
Fuck, your pussy is already dripping for him. The way you would let him fuck you, hard. Your pretty moans, your walls spasming around his dick as you cum for him, his name falling from your lips. He squeezes his cock harder at the thought, feeling his orgasm nearing. He pumps faster and faster until he cums with a deep groan. His pace slows, he shallowly pumps his cock as his cum shoots out of him, painting his hand and cock white. He breathes in deeply “fuuuuck” he mutters, seeing the mess he made - all because of you.
Wakatoshi Ushijima
“Wow she’s beautiful” Ushjima mumbles to himself, as he watches you standing along the other reporters, asking Kageyama a question. He instantly sees all heads in the room moving towards him, eyes fixed on him. He raises his eyebrows “Uh... did the mic just pick that up?” He wonders surprised, although his voice stays steady as ever.
“Uhm yes” a reporter says. Some are nodding their heads, laughing. He can feel a slight blush appearing on his cheeks. His eyes drift back to you - the person his comment was referring to. His blush is nothing compared to yours.
You’re blushing furiously and your mouth is slightly opened out of surprise. You avert his gaze when you catch his eyes. Kageyama saves the situation by answering your question and the moment is forgotten after a while. But Ushijima doesn’t forget it. No.
When he is back in the locker room with his teammates, you’re the only thing that is on his mind. He has been lusting after you since he laid his eyes on you. Your voice is just so beautiful. He could listen to you asking questions for the whole day. He can’t help but wonder how your voice would sound, whispering sweet nothings to him…
He finds himself alone in the shower; his last teammate leaving to discuss the game in the team meeting. “I’ll be right there” Ushijima calls out. He just has to cool down a little.
He lets the stream of the shower head drum onto his sore back. Droplets run down his muscular body, his olive hair clinging onto his forehead. He turns the water more cold, but he can’t help feeling warmth traveling through his body, as the image of you reacting to his compliment pops into his mind again. The way your innocent eyes looked at him so surprised. Those eyes. You’re just too cute. And the way your mouth has hung open. He wants to make you blush like this again. He wants to tease you, to trigger such a reaction again.
He feels heat traveling down to his cock. He sighs, turning the water even colder. But no amount of coldness could wash away his hot thoughts of you. He takes ahold of the shower gel, rubbing his large hands on his abdomen, over his muscular arms, trying to distract himself. But he can’t help wondering how your dainty hands would feel, traveling up and down his body, feeling him up. The way you would look so tiny next to his large frame. The way he his hands would travel over your body.
He sighs, feeling his increasingly hardening cock throbbing at the thought of you. He has to do something about this, he just can’t calm it down. His hand travels down to his dick. He takes it into his hands, gripping on it tightly as his fist starts to pump up and down his shaft. His other hand steadies him on the wall as he looks down at his thick dick in his hand.
He imagines you standing here with him; water streaming down your naked body, making you so wet and slippery. His hands could encompass you, caressing your perfect body thoroughly. His hand continues dragging along the length of his twitching cock, feeling the lust taking completely over his body. The way he could explore your body. His large hands kneading your pretty boobs, your ass. He wonders what your pussy looks like, how you would taste, how wet you would be for him. Fuck. The thought of the taste of your arousal on his tongue elicits him a deep groan.
His fist squeezes his cock tighter, his bicep flexing as he increases his pace. He imagines him kneeling behind you, kneading your ass, spanking you as he eats you out, tasting you, making you cum for him.
He closes his eyes, imagining sinking himself deeply into you; your soaking walls fluttering around him. How your innocent eyes would roll into the back of your head as he thrusts into you, hard and fast - not so innocent anymore.
His eyebrows furrow as he feels his orgasm nearing. His hand focuses on his swollen tip as he pumps faster. He imagines your walls spasming around him, as he cums into you, spilling his semen into you, filling you up. A low grunt escapes his panting mouth as his hips thrust into his fist a few times until his thick cum spills out of him. His hot semen is instantly getting washed away by the stream of water, seeping away, down the drain. He lets go of his thick dick, having to clean his body of his spent. He can't wait to see you again.
no bc being ushijimas dummy virgin gf that he doesn’t quiet understand, but adores anyway. u make him take stupid photos with you pining him against the wall like a shouju manga. u constantly spam him with memes he doesn’t understand but he likes that u send things to him at all. he tries to send you things like the things you send him, but he’s always just a bit off, which you don’t mind at all.
You get jealous about stupid things that he doesn’t understand, but he’ll never stop reassuring you, holding you close to him and telling u “i only replied to her story to say i like her shoes, i didn’t even use a heart emoji.” he replies to all of his friends stories, but if it upsets you, he’ll stop with certain people. he doesn’t understand you, but that never meant he can’t try to make you happy and trust in him. he doesn’t need to understand to know something upsets you.
he will never make you feel stupid at all, even if you are a little.
“look y/n, there’s a bunny on the left.”
“oh wow!”
you try desperately to remember your left and rights in time to see the bunny, head flipping from side to side, until toshi takes you face gently in his hands and tilts it to the left.
“there, love.”
he is so bimbo friendly it’s insane.
he knows you’re a bit more affectionate than he has ever been, but he quickly adapts. maybe he can’t cuddle for quiet as long as you want to every single day, but on those days where he can’t, he will place your legs over his lap when you’re hanging out on the sofa, or hold your hand and rub soft circles into the back of it. he will pat your head in public, and doesnt quite get why it makes you melt and beam the way you do, but would do it forever just to see you glowing like that again.
or rather, he didn’t understand, until you pat his head. now he’s totally got it. 100% on board. he now lowers his head sometimes just so you will pat it, stoic eyes still on you, blinking innocently.
and when u first start talking about having sex, and you tell him you don’t have any experience, he is more than helpful.
He shows you how to get him off, walking you through each step. he doesn’t expect you to know anything, which is the most comforting part.
“just wrap you hands around it and move them up and down. Like that. that’s -ah, that’s good.”
“You aren’t going to break me, a little tighter, faster maybe. perfect. Y-You’re doing well.”
when he finished, he hugs you tight and curls up with you on his bed.
“You did such a good job Y/N, i finished in no time.”
and when it’s your turn, he takes care of you so good. He holds your hand and rocks into you, kissing your forehead and wiping all other thoughts out of your head. he eats you out with such intensity, gripping your thighs and exhaling softly.
Ushijima doesn’t understand a lot about you, but he is still so very understanding.
thinking about men who just shove their thick lengths raw into your dripping cunt, moaning in ecstacy at how tight and warm you feel. thinking about how they praise you every minute they fuck you dumb, telling you how cute you are with your ass propped up for them, whimpering and gasping with every thrust. how adorable the size difference is, your tiny cunt squeezing their length so tight it could snap clean, a bulge visible in your belly <3
wakatoshi has been catching himself thinking of you lately, quite a lot actually.
he doesn’t know where the feeling comes from. it feels too nostalgic to him like somewhere he has been often, like home and he is unsure.
wakatoshi knows this is cruel to himself but it's also too unfair to his current lover. he chose to break up with you when he decided to move to Poland to further his career and chase his dreams, he was the one who crushed your heart with his rough hands, tear-stricken cheeks, and promises of a long life together broken apart the day he said that he can't do it anymore.
so why now is he thinking of you on this beautiful sunny day? memories of your laughter, your skin on his, your lips, and your mannerisms show up in her ways. sometimes he'd catch your name in his throat before he'd call out to her.
it's not fair. at all. not to her.
she's so good to him, she waits for him in a clean house, food on the table after a hard day of practice, she helps him relax, she's there for him on his worst days, to pick him up and hold him on days that he's not doing well; and yet,
yet he craves you. he wishes it was you that held him close, that it was you that whispered sweet nothings to him, that it was you who would promise him of a future filled with nothing but love.
he often thinks back to when you confessed to him, how beautiful you looked and how he was sure the moment he touched your face that it was you, it have always been you. and now,
he wonders if you feel the same, do you look for him in your new lovers? do they act stubborn like him? do they crave your touch like him? do they touch like he once did, filling your head with promises and sweet nothings?
he knows it's too late now. he had broken your heart once and now he's the one who's paying the price for it.
AN: Yo Im still relearning the ropes of Tumblr and I don't really understand when ppl ask me to tag them... I think ive done it right? Also the storyline went way more intense than I had planned... so now instead of a two parter.... its become a three-part smutshot... Also, I started a new job so couldn't finish this chapter because im exhausted :$ I hope you enjoy this chapter, lemme know ur thought <3
Masterlist to Haikyuu Smutshots
Part 1/3
Smutshot (Part 2/3)
There was pin drop silence in the bedroom, she waited for an answer but he couldn't seem to reciprocate… The paper crumpled when her fingers curled harder, standing up
“… ‘Romancing your wife?’ I don't understand… Is this why you did all of this today?” She asked, showing him the list. Ushijima grunted, it was embarrassing for him but he saw no point in hiding it.
“You’re my wife.” He said and she raised a brow,
“Yes… I’m aware… I was at the wedding.”
Rubbing the back of his head, he gripped the paper from her hand, folding it again. He had no idea how to explain himself
“It’s nothing… Forget it…”
Her brows softened and she reached for his arm, holding onto it
“Ushijima-san… You’re my husband, you should be able to talk to me about your feelings… It’s very important for our relationship, I want you to rely on me more… Rather than Tendou-san… He’s your best friend, I understand but… I’m your wife…” She muttered, letting go off him.
Turning away from him, she quietly untucked her side of the bed, while he watched… Sliding under the cover, she reached out to turn her lamp off before settling herself.
It felt like they went back to square one.
His feet gravitated towards her and she felt the weight of the mattress dip by her legs. She looked at him but he sat looking at his hands, looking pensive. She slowly sat up, just watching him ponder away… It felt like minutes passed slowly before his lips parted,
“… I haven’t been a good spouse to you.” He finally said, and she bit her bottom lip, chewing on it from his sudden revelation.
“Ushijima–”
“… I met Tendou today because I wanted to ask him why his marriage was so strong… I wanted to learn about what I was doing wrong… To make things work between us…”
She slid the duvet off her legs, scooting to sit next to him…
“Ah, so that’s why he made you write down his tips…”
Ushijima nodded,
“When we spoke, it made me realise just how much he dotes on his wife… I should have done the same when we met but I let my mother and grandmother pave the way for me. You didn’t deserve that. You deserve to be happy but my family took that happiness away from you… I did too… I knew you weren’t given a choice when it came to our wedding… From the venue… To your kimono… But because you never said anything, I thought it was okay…”
Y/n just nodded, glancing at their wedding photo again… It was a very calm and quiet wedding between their families… and yes, her in-laws took charge of everything…
“I don’t understand, all I wanted was to get along with you and you wanted the same but then… Why were you avoiding me all these months?” She asked him. He looked at her, giving her a very blatant answer
“Because I thought you were scared of me…” He answered truthfully, making her eyes widen
“Scared!? Why on earth would I marry you if I was scared of you? I’m not scared, I’ve never been scared of you…”
He saw her point but then he remembered the way she trembled on their first night together, knitting his brows
“…But you were shaking on the first night… You looked like you wanted to run away when I walked into our room…”
Y/n flushed, remembering how nervous she was, mainly because he was a professional athlete and the months before their marriage, all she did was fantasise about his body… However, the severe reality of sex and the fact she was wearing a very daring nightie had made her anxious of messing up.
Groaning, she covered her face in embarrassment
“Oh no… You misunderstood… I didn’t want to run away… I-I… Um…” She wasn’t sure how to word it while he watched her with such intensity… Looking shyly at her lap, she fiddled with her wedding ring, blushing
“I was just nervous that you wouldn't find me attractive and because I’ve never done that before… I mean… It was nerve wracking wearing that nightie too...” She mumbled in embarrassment, puzzling him
“You’re extremely attractive.” He said ever so bluntly, taking her back, making her ears burn. She was at a loss of words,
“Oh– I-I… Thank you…”
Ushijima really thought her words over, shrugging
“I haven’t had sex either...”
She felt a bit of shock, she would think a pro-athlete like him would have bagged a few lays but after realising just how clueless he was on the romance front, she was no longer surprised by his revelation.
“So, we both are virgins?” She asked and he nodded, and she sighed in relief, falling back on their bed
“That makes me feel better actually… I was worried you felt nothing towards me”
Ushijima just lay down next to her and she reached for his hand, holding it softly
“…I wouldn't have married you if I felt nothing… I’m not inhuman…” He mumbled and she smiled,
“I know… It’s the same for me…”
Turning to face him, they stared at each other. He wondered what the right step was, but Y/n reached out to fix his hair, pushing it away from his eyes.
“Things are a little backwards for us but how about we take it slow… Let’s go on more dates, learn about each other without any… tips. It was very sweet of you to try this hard for us but next time, just talk to me?” She suggested and he nodded,
“Where do you want to go next?” He asked her and she thought about it…
“We went where I wanted today, you get to decide where to go next. Let’s try something you enjoy” She answered, waiting for him to think of their next restaurant date…
“Okay.” He said and she sat up, excited
“Ooh! You thought of a date so quickly? Where are we going!?” She beamed in excitement.
~
Y/n felt like the breath was knocked out of her lungs, she kept panting, wiping the sweat from her brow
“…”
She had no words, really… It was the crack of dawn and Ushjima had suggested she join him on his morning jog… Ofcourse, she was enthusiastic but actually having to get up and get ready before the sun rose was a chore… Her eyes were so heavy with sleep and only when they began running, had she realised just how out of shape she was.
Ushijima calmly jogged back to her, offering her his sports drink
“Do you want to stop?” He asked her
‘Yes.’ She thought but she shook her head, chugging his drink
“No, no! It’s just been a while since I did something this physical… I can keep going!” She insisted. After all the effort he had made, how could she deny him of something he enjoyed and wanted to share with her. Although they had run for a while and her legs felt like jelly, she handed his bottle back, beginning her jogging again
“C’mon Ushijima-san!” She panted, cursing inwardly from the burn in her calves. He was amused, looking at how slow she jogged but he quietly kept at her pace. Ushijima kept glancing at her activewear. She had sported a purple sports bra with high waisted tights, but he made her wear his high school jacket on top, claiming it was a chilly morning. Which was partly true but when they had started jogging, he had already gotten distracted by her breasts and couldn't handle it…
But then again, he couldn't handle how cute she looked with his jacket on…
His heart had skipped a beat…
He realised Y/n had finally stopped, leaning her back against a wall and she crossed her hands calling for a time-out
“I-I’m sorry but I don't think my legs can go on…” She muttered in embarrassment but he pulled out his hand towel, dabbing her sweaty forehead
“Its okay, you did really well Y/n. But perhaps, jogging for a date was not the right choice” He said. Y/n grinned, shaking her head
“I don't think I can do this everyday but I’d like to try running with you on the weekends? Its healthy for couples to share some hobbies!”
He nodded, before checking his watch
“Shall we go home now? I need to get ready for training” He muttered, making her eagerly nod
“Yes, I need to give you something before you leave! So lets go!” She chirped, pushing herself from the wall she was leaning on.
“Oh!” She gasped feeling her knees buckle but he held her hips
“You okay?”
She laughed, “Sorry, I guess my legs are not used to it… They feel like jelly”
Ushjima stared at her legs, he noticed them shake a little. Not thinking much of it, she gasped when he simply just lifted her into his arms, carrying her like a princess
“Ushijima-san!?” She squeaked making him hum
“Would you rather I call us a taxi? It’s still early so not sure if we will find one…” He muttered but Y/n quickly shook her head, despite being embarrassed, she was actually thrilled
“I hope I’m not heavy…” She mumbled
“Don't worry, the more you run, you’ll get fitter and feel lighter” He said so nonchalantly that her eye twitched, leaning her head against his chest, pouting
“Remind me to teach you about social cues with women…” She muttered
“Okay” He said as he carried her back home
Their conversation was light but after yesterday, he interacted with her more. She was really enjoying the way things were going. She felt like she was on cloud nine, but she couldn't get over his firm body pressing against hers… She began wondering when they would take things further… Even though they were married, it felt like they were in the first stages of dating.
When they reached the front door, he still held her in the arms, walking through their threshold. Her cheeks warmed, the home she had become used to, suddenly felt new. She felt like a newlywed bride from the way he gently walked through the entryway, setting her on the sofa…
“I won’t be able to eat breakfast with you but on my next day off, you can decide what we do and eat” He said and she laughed,
“Sounds good! You should go get ready now”
He simply nodded, walking to their bedroom and she got up, speedily walking to the kitchen.
He was ready within twenty minutes, fixing his clean gym wear before walking to the entryway, slipping his joggers on
“Y/n, I’m leaving now” He called
“Wait!” She squeaked, making him hum and lift a brow when she rushed towards him
“Here you go!” She chirped, handing him a neatly wrapped bento box. He looked at the feminine patterned cloth, feeling his cheeks heat up
“I made you lunch! Its packed with protein but I did add some rice… Oh… and tempura… But you shouldn’t train on an empty stomach. So, eat this when you’re on the train” She handed him a paper bag,
“It’s just a sandwich and fruit! I hope you enjoy it” She smiled… Ushjima’s chest warmed, feeling his heart spark again… He carefully put the food inside his sportsbag, looking at her sweet face. It felt almost natural but he reached towards her, his hand patting the top of his head. Y/n’s breath hitched when she realised he was smiling ever so warmly at her
“Thank you” He muttered and she rubbed the back of her neck, laughing
“Hope you have a great day today, Ushijima-san”
She opened the door, watching him step outside as she waved him off. He seemed to be lost in thought, taking a few steps forward but he stopped, making her furrow her brows when he walked back to her
“Ushijima- Mmfh~”
The breath was taken from her lungs once again this morning but this time, her legs felt like jelly only because he pressed his lips against hers. She wished it lasted longer but he pulled away, looking at her flustered reaction
“Stop calling me that… We don't need formalities between us.” He simply said but she was still lost in a daze,
“O-Oh, okay…”
He smiled again, fixing her hair behind her ear
“Have a great day, Y/n” He muttered, now walking away while she stood there, still in shock…
“B-Bye Wakatoshi…” She whispered, feeling her tingling lips…
Shutting the door behind her, her hands cupped her cheeks, squealing
“Ohmygod… Okasan was right… A way to a man’s heart is his stomach…”
Y/n had finally realised how she could strengthen the growing bond between them. Today was a completely different feeling for her. Unlike yesterday, where her day felt so dreary, she seemed to be chirpy doing their house chores. Now as she thought about her husband, she felt hope. She understood his feelings,
‘Wakatoshi <3’ She thought.
~
As weeks went by, Y/n and him had finally gotten into a groove, although they still hadn’t gotten intimate, mainly due to his hectic schedule, they had come up with a few traditions. One of which was now kissing each other goodbye before he left to train, when he returned home and before they’d retire for the night.
Each kiss was short and sweet, they both would still get shy over it but he’d make up for it every weekend by taking her out. Be it a simple evening stroll, an early morning jog or dates at different eateries. She eagerly awaited the weekends, merely because she got to spend time with him and the awkwardness had disappeared.
Today was another awaited Friday night, she had set the dining table up, setting up all his favourite dishes, smiling because he’d be here any minute now.
Right on time, she heard the front door creak out, her smile creeping into a grin as she rushed towards the entrance.
“Welcome back” She chirped, hands behind her back. He set his stuff down and she stood on the tips of her toes, to peck his lips, making him flush
“I’m home” Ushijima muttered, averting his gaze. She smiled, looking at his red ears before grabbing his hand
“Today I attempted hayashi rice, although theres a lot of mushrooms… I used different varieties!”
Ushijima’s brows lifted, a small smile on his face
“Can we eat now?”
“Ofcourse, its all prepared! C’mon Waka”
Leading him to the table, she sat opposite him, resting her face in her hands watching him plate up. Her eyes widened, jaw opening as she watched him take a bite, eagerly awaiting for feedback. As he chewed, she perked watching his own eyes widen, letting out a hum
“It’s delicious” He said with a mouthful making her giggle, feeling bashful
“I’m so glad, your mother had mentioned this is your favourite food”
He nodded, already plating up seconds. He glanced at her empty plate, frowning. Reaching for it, he began piling up a very generous portion for her
“I cannot eat this much Waka!”
“Nonsense…” He muttered, holding his chopsticks to her lips
“Stop watching and eat.” He said making her flush, taking a bite. She really did admire her cooking, proud that those lessons she had taken paid off. He felt satisfied when she began eating, stuffing his mouth again.
“…Speaking of Okasan… Obachan and her have asked to see us tomorrow…”
Y/n set her chopsticks down, trying to mask her grimace, looking at him
“…Oh, is there a reason?” She asked and he shrugged,
“Not sure… We haven’t met them in a while, I guess…”
Y/n started eating again, a little annoyed that their day tomorrow would be spent with the in-laws…
“Great…” She muttered but he noticed the way her smile dropped,
“I told them we would come for a little while because we have plans after”
Y/n’s shoulders perked again, feeling relieved he wasn’t cancelling their date.
“Yay!” She blurted, quickly covering her mouth.
“Sorry…” She squeaked,
She was scared, looking at his reaction but he lifted a brow, a small smirk growing on his stoic face
“Don’t be.”
~
For some reason, she felt uncomfortable all day… As time came closer to meet her mother in law, something in her gut told her it was going to be a gruelling day… She had to make sure her outfit was modest, that her hair was presentable… She was so nervous, she even filed her nails until they looked symmetrical…
Ushijima was calm, just standing in front of his family home seeming unbothered.
“Y/n.” He cut, breaking her from her thoughts. She glanced at him, swallowing the lump in her throat and he held her hand
“It’s okay.” He said and she nodded,
“I’m fine Waka honey. Don’t worry”
Humming, he pressed the bell making her hold her breath. It took a few minutes before the house attendant let them enter. She set her shoes neatly in the foyer, following behind Ushijima was they walked down the hall. Of course, they first had to go the family shrine, paying respect to his deceased ancestors before heading to the tea room.
“Welcome” His mother muttered, while his grandmother just nodded, ushering to the other side of the table. They both mumbled greetings, sitting down.
Ofcourse there was a short silence, before his family asked them for updates on their lives. Y/n only muttered one or two sentences while Ushjima spoke. Another helper had walked into the room, setting tea in front of them.
Y/n locked eyes with his mother and without being told, she quietly began serving tea for everyone. Ushijima glanced at her emotionless state, the realisation of how afraid his wife was of his family.
“Y/n.” She cut through and the younger woman froze, looking at his mother
“Yes Okaasan.”
“Have you been keeping up with your duties?” She asked and Y/n’s eyes downcasted, nodding
“Yes…”
“Don't look away when she’s talking to you.” Obaachan said and she flinched, looking at them again.
“I-I’m sorry…”
Ushijima frowned, he did not like the tone of his family’s voices. He didn’t not like the way they made her uncomfortable
“Why did you want to see us?” He asked, trying to divert the attention away from Y/n. Obaachan and Okaasan glanced at one another. The old lady set her tea cup down, her daughter following suit.
“Yes… It’s come to our attention that you’ve been married for half a year, yes?” Obaachan said and he nodded
“Yes, what of it?” He asked and Y/n was beginning to feel nauseous from anxiety. Her stomach was hurting and she wished she could just run away at this moment. Okaasan sipped her tea, her cup making a small clink when it touched the saucer
“It’s time for you both to plan a family.” She said so simply and Y/n’s heart race
“W-What?” She barely uttered looking at the stern faces in front of her
“Your cousin just had a baby. Luckily, he’s become a father to a daughter. You must conceive a child soon. If you two are first to have a son, you will receive the largest portion of the family shares.”
Y/n felt like her head was spinning. What were these two women saying to her? It disgusted her that they were pleased his cousin had a girl… because it put them at an advantage. She realised just how much pressure theyd put on her if she had a daughter… She could never let an innocent child go through this…
Certainly not her own baby.
Clearing her throat, she rubbed the back of her neck
“Mother in law… As wonderful as it is, to have a baby… I don't think we are ready–”
“Hush!” She spat and Y/n immediately closed her mouth, trembling.
“This is for the sake of your future. You think you’re not ready, but you’ll be thanking us one day.”
“B-But I don't want to have a baby right now!” She sobbed. She had just started working on her marriage and things were going wonderfully. Ofcourse she would love to have a baby with him but not like this…
“Are you infertile? Do you have problems conceiving? This should have been mentioned in your profile” Obaachan said
This felt like torture, she felt like a mouse, trapped in a cage with a venomous snake…
“Obaachan. Stop it” Ushjima cut through
Gripping his arm, Y/n’s bottom lip quivered,
“Take me home” She whimpered
Her eyes were drowing in tears, she really just wanted to leave. Ushijima saw the tears in her eyes and he felt anger. He grabbed Y/n’s hand, pulling her up with him
“Sit down now” Okaasan said but he glared at her
“No.”
“Excuse me?” Obaachan muttered but he pushed Y/n behind him
“We will start a family when my wife wants to start a family. By insulting her, you have insulted me...”
His mother quickly got up,
“You’re taking this the wrong way, its just crocodile tears–”
He raised his hand, stopping her again
“You have never given my wife leverage to be comfortable. Y/n makes her own choices. You already controlled our wedding, don't try to control our marriage. She is not your maid, she is not your servant. She is my wife and she deserves more respect than this godforsaken household.”
“How dare you” Obaachan;s voice raised but he held his ground
“You’ve hurt the woman I love… I won’t forgive you for this.” He said, gripping his weeping wife’s hand, walking towards the entrance. His mother was enraged, following behind them
“Wakatoshi, if you leave now, I will truly disown you” Her voice raised when they quickly slipped their shoes on. He pushed Y/n out of the front door before turning to his mother, seething
“Y/n will never step foot in this house again and nor will I. We are not your family. If we have a child, I’ll make sure you never see them” He said, not even bothering to see her reaction. His arm wrapped around Y/n’s shoulders, walking away from that treacherous household.
She was overwhelmed, shoulders still shaking as she sobbed. He was infuriated, years of bitterness against his own mother pooled out. He realised he was old enough to make it on his own. He didn’t need anything to do with her. She forced his own father away, she’d deprived him of that bond he had desperately seeked as a child. The moment they harassed his wife about having a baby, he could already see the future. They would have made her life miserable. She wouldn't have even been able to mother their children if they bent to his family’s will…
Pulling her into a quieter lane, he rested his back against the wall, pushing her front into his while he patted her back
“I’m sorry you went through that… You won’t ever have to see them again.” He promised her, soothing her back. Y/n whimpered, sniffling, she knew her makeup was staining his shirt but she didn’t care
“I-I just… I can’t do it, Wakatoshi… I love you so much but I’m not ready for a baby” She cried, still spinning from the shock of earlier. Ushjima sighed,
“Y/n… We won’t start a family until you’re ready… I hope we only have daughters.” He said, pulling her away gently, wiping her stray tears. She sniffled again, dabbing her eyes, feeling embarrassed but she laughed softly
“…Well I’d like to have a son too… But not because I want your family’s money. Before we met, I had a pretty good job.” She reminded herself, making him amused
“I remember… If you miss working, then you should reapply. I won’t stop you…”
Her eyes widened,
“Really?”
He nodded,
“Yeah… If its something you’re passionate about, you should pursue it” He said and she laughed, now actually feeling like she was free. She was so glad his conscious was like his father’s… Her arms wrapped around him
“Thank you for giving me the choice Wakatoshi… But now that we have been disowned, maybe I will reapply…”
He chuckled, “With my profession, I don’t think you need to worry. I just want you to be free to do whatever you want”
Y/n gripped his hand, biting her lip
“I’m not sure if I actually want to work right now… Right now, I know what I want to do… I want to come and see you play volleyball. I want to be your support because you’re my support. I want to cheer my husband on…”
Looking into his eyes, he felt his heart flutter
“Wakatoshi…” She whispered, “I love you”
Ushjima finally felt the arrow strike through his heart, he pulled her close to him and she held her breath when his lips crashed against hers. This time it was rougher than before, her arms held his neck, giving herself into his lip.
“Waka–” She tried to mewl through kisses but he kept going. It was only until they needed to breath that he parted from her, cupping the side of her face
“Me too, Y/n…” He muttered.
She gripped his jacket, her heart was racing over the edge… With heated cheeks, they stared at each other and she chewed on her bottom lip before taking the plunge
“Wakatoshi… I want to be alone with you…” She whispered and he raised a brow,
“But we’re alone here?”
Her head rested against his chest and she laughed at his obliviousness… Embarrassed, she knew the only way she could make him understand was…
“I want to have sex with you.” She blurted. He froze and she was confused when he gave no reaction. She wasn’t sure what went through his mind, making her head tilt
“Hey?” Y/n muttered but it quickly cut into a squeal when her legs lifted off the ground, her body in his arms. Alarmed, she stared at his blushing face but he remained stoic as ever, marching quickly down the streets.
