How fucking delicious. Thank you for the food anon.
TW: cum play, cum in food, possessive Ushi, fem reader
Note: I’m putting the drabble under a read more because idk who is into this and I’m not trying to trigger anyone or gross them out. That said, I’m off to daydream of Ushi filling me up 💙
Ushijima is a possessive man. It’s not enough to simply have your tight cunt filled to the brim with his cum, bred morning, noon, and night. No. Ushijima needed to make sure you were filled in other ways. That’s when his special pancakes started off. He had made them early one morning after a run, surprising you with breakfast in bed. The pancakes had been delicious albeit there was something different. Cum. Ushijima’s cum. That was the difference. He had added his own cum to the pancake batter, stirring it in and quietly talking to himself and mumbling about how these would be packed with protein.
Once he’d told you what he’d done, you couldn’t get enough of his special pancakes. He caressed your cheek as you finished the last bite, begging him to make them again sometime, and he smiled at you. “Of course little one. Anything for you.” He made them again the next morning, this time with his cum in the batter and making a glaze atop the syrup. He fed you the pancakes with a smile, telling you how all his protein was going to make you strong and healthy. That’s all he wants after all: to see his sweet baby all healthy and happy. Of course he knows that isn’t the only reason he does it. There’s just something primal in it for him, knowing that your cunt is not the only part of you that’s filled with him. Yes he’s stuffed your cunt, but he’s also provided you a meal and stuffed your belly with both food and his cum. It makes him feel like a man, a provider, and though he knows it’s positively caveman behavior, he can’t help the way he feels.
End note: I’m not tagging anyone in this because idk if you’re into it but I’m into anything that involves this man.
TW: Ushijima x Fem!Reader, use of princess, Ushi sending you a dick pic (after you ask, we love a consensual king), allusions to dom/sub dynamics, possessiveness, allusions to prior consensual somnophilia
When you teasingly messaged Ushijima for a picture of his cock, you expected him to brush it off like he usually did. He was never one for sexting, especially in the beginning of your relationship. He prefers to touch you himself. He would usually text you back and ask if you’re touching yourself, touching what belongs to him, without permission and if you said yes, you were in for a delicious punishment when he got home. If you said no, then he’d ask why you needed the picture in the first place if you weren’t trying to get off to the thought of him. To the thought of his cock filling you up.
Ten minutes later as you were fixing a cake for dessert this evening, he responded and you nearly choked at the image. There it was. He had actually sent you a picture of his cock, hard and thick with the vein that felt so good against your walls prominent and bulging. The thick, pink head of his cock just begging to be pressed against your dripping cunt or slapped against your tongue. As you finally pulled your eyes away long enough to read his message, you felt your pussy flutter and clench with his words. While quiet in person, able to subdue you with a single look, he had become a bit more vocal in his texts as of late, realizing how much it affected you.
“This what you want my needy little princess? So desperate you can’t go a whole day without my cock even though I fucked you awake this morning? Insatiable, aren’t you? I know you’re wet right now, but don’t you dare touch what is mine. I’ll be home early and you better be on your knees waiting by the door, naked. Understood?”
As you texted back a simple, “Yes Sir,” he smirked slightly, reaching down to adjust himself in his practice shorts. He texted you back once more before he left the locker room to head back to practice, the last you’d heard from him until he got home to find you following his instructions: “Good girl.”
Ushijima would give me a look when I cursed in public and then if I did it again, he’d lean down to whisper in my ear, “I need to wash your mouth out when we get home, hm?” But it’s not soap he washes my mouth with, it’s his cum. He fucks my mouth a little more rough than normal so I remember to behave next time we go out.
Ushijima is left handed so after we move in together, he begins to notice that we have two of a lot of things. He paid it not attention at first, but then there were two pair of scissors in the kitchen one day and one pair is blue and left handed and the other is green and right handed. A left handed can opener is in the drawer one day. I would get him special left handed mugs and notebooks for him. He picks up on the fact that I buy left handed items to make his life easier in a world that caters to people that are right handed and he’s just awed by how sweet I am to do something I probably think is so small, but that makes things easier for him and he finds so insanely considerate and loving.
Also, he always always keeps me on his right side, especially when sitting next to each other when eating. That way we can both use our dominant hands to do things but we can always keep my left hand tucked safely within his right hand 💙
Please enjoy this playlist of love songs for Ushijima 💙 I’ve had this playlist for over a year on my personal spotify but I thought I’d share with everyone on my other account today! The cover art for the playlist was a selfship art piece of me and Ushi that my younger cousin gave me last year (can you tell domestic life with Ushi is my absolute favorite?). Hope you enjoy the playlist! It’s cute and lighthearted and wholesome (mostly) and you can use it for any of your own selfships the way I do for Ushi!
When Ushijima has to travel for away games, or when he goes to play in Austria during part of the year, the first day after he leaves, he always has flowers sent to me. A big bouquet of my favorites: either pink and white peonies with lots of greenery throughout or a bouquet of wildflowers wrapped in brown paper. He knows that the flowers will make me smile and every time I see them in our kitchen, I’ll think of him. He also orders my favorite takeout and has it delivered that night because he knows I get sad right after he leaves and I won’t want to cook so he makes sure I have food and don’t forget to eat. Then that night, depending on the time difference if he’s able to, he’ll get on facetime with me while I’m in bed and he’ll tell me about how his travel was and I’ll tell him about my day. Then he’ll stay on facetime with me until I fall asleep because he knows if he gets off the phone before I fall asleep, I’d probably start crying because I missed him and our bed is empty without him (though I’d only cry if it was the time he had to go to Austria because I’d know he would be gone for months versus him only being gone for a week or less for away games). I’m conclusion: he is an angel and I love him.