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content warning: kinktober day 17 - marathon :3, smut, feral ushijima x reader, yes.. he's big, creampie, not proofread
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lord have mercy... it's simmering hot, the room smells of sex and sweat as you come back from your unconsciousness—breath hitching and voice all ragged from the way you screamed at the top of your lungs, taking in your husband's ferocious fat cock.
you've just orgasmed once, but holy shit did it knock all the wind out of your lungs as he continued to fuck you through your limits. your gummy pink walls never let loose for his monstrous girth that remained pistoning through your cunt with great haste.
your bodies rub against each other, sheen and dripping with sweat as the clicking of his pelvis hitting your ass echoed along the walls of your bedroom. clinging onto dear life whole your knuckles turned a shade of white from gripping onto the bedsheets with all your might, your back arched like crazy while you felt him pulsate inside of you—dragging his dick on and out your tight pussy.
all you could do was continue moaning and gasping for air and staining your sheets with cum. you couldn't escape ushijima when he's gone absolutely feral. with his strong, big build, the stretching is always going to be intense, even if he prepares you with his thick fingers. the ringing you both hear? it's the lewd sounds of your bodies connecting repeatedly filling the air.
ushijima's grip on your waist was absolutely bruising and felt like he was cinching you in while making sure your legs stayed open for him. he's grunting, suppressing his primal urges and moans while he tilts his head back as waves of pleasure wash over him.
you? you were ready to cum again with the way he's nonstop yanking your ass back onto his girth that's filling in every crevice of your body. it was hard to breathe but you loved every overstimulating second of it—clawing at your headboard, face basically down into your pillow, all while your ass stayed up for him to demolish.
god, every time he slid out—you felt so empty without ushijima. but in? you were completely stuffed to the brim, frothing with a milky white outline on the circumference of his cock, even followed by the squelching wet sounds coming from your cunt that dripped with your mixed juices.
your walls are stretched to the max just for his obscene size, like ushijima's cock was molding you to be his pussy. feeling him his your cervix was eye rolling, your mouth's hung wide open, drooling into your pillow as your legs tremble and shake from the way he hits you in your most sensitive areas to bring you to straight euphoria.
creampie after creampie, he's still at it—giving you the whole bakery. the amount of cum he's spilled inside your womb was insane. the sight of just sliding his cock out to watch your gaping hole twitch and suddenly splat out his milky white load was such a sight for him..
Self indulgent thoughts about ushijima’s large hands.
ft. ushijima x y/n ◞♡
cw ! slightly suggestive
͏͏boyfriend!ushijima whose large hands splay over your side when he wants to pass by, always finding your waist even when there’s enough space for him to slip through.
“Toshi, can you grab the tomato sauce from the cabinet?”
“Of course.”
You don’t even have time to prepare before his cold fingers slide across your stomach, thumbs brushing over your hip bones as he reaches past you. The pot in your hands wobbles, nearly tipping into the sink, as heat rushes to your face.
He tilts his head down at you, voice low, “You okay, baby?”
(You’re not.)
boyfriend!ushijima whose large fingers find your face when he doesn't have your full attention.
You’re scrolling through your TikTok feed when he calls your name. “Did you hear me?”
“Mhm,” you hum, still not looking up.
Moments , his hand is on your face, fingers spanning your cheek, thumb pressing lightly against your jaw. He turns your head toward him with a careful grip until your eyes meet his.
“Now you're listening,” he says simply. (hell yea I am)
You swallow hard, phone forgotten as you meet his olive eyed stare.
boyfriend!ushijima whose hands hook beneath your thighs when he picks you up like it’s effortless.
You sharply gasp in surprise when your feet suddenly leave the ground, his hands firm and steady on the backs of your thighs. He lifts you with no effort, your arms instinctively looping around his shoulders.
“Toshi! what are you doing?”
His gaze doesn’t waver, calm as ever. “Carrying you.”
Your breath stutters as his fingers flex against your skin, thumbs brushing dangerously close to the curve beneath you.
He draws his eyebrows together in confusion. “Is this uncomfortable?”
It’s not. (at least not in the way he's thinking)
boyfriend!ushijima whose hand closes around your wrist when you try to walk out after an argument.
Your voice is still sharp in the air when you turn toward the door, anger burning a hole though your chest. But before you can reach the handle, his fingers wrap firmly around your wrist, halting you mid-step.
His hand is so large it nearly swallows yours whole, grip unyielding but never hurtful. You tug once, twice, but he doesn’t let go.
"Toshi let go of me, I cant do this right now."
“Don’t leave.” His voice is steady, but there’s something raw beneath it. His thumb brushes once against your pulse, the faintest tremor in the gesture.
You don’t look back, not wanting to give in without a proper apology.
Still, you stop pulling. (And that’s enough for him.)
the shiratorizawa volleyball gym is dead silent, the rest of the team having fled on the early bus before a sudden, violent summer thunderstorm turned the campus paths into rushing rivers. the wind is rattling the heavy glass windows of the locker room.
you’re standing by the benches, rubbing your arms through your uniform blazer to shake off the chill, when ushijima walks out of the shower stall. he’s fully dressed in his white-and-purple tracksuit, his dark hair damp and slightly messy.
he looks at you. he looks at your shivering shoulders. he walks forward with long, heavy strides, stops directly in front of you, and unzips his jacket.
without asking, he reaches out, pulls you forward by the waist, and tucks you directly inside the massive fabric of his track jacket, zipping it halfway back up so you’re physically pinned against his chest. he is radiating an unbelievable, furnace-like heat, his broad torso completely shielding you from the drafty room.
“wakatoshi,” you gasp, your face pressed flat against his collarbone. “you’re huge, i can barely move my arms.”
“movement is unnecessary at this time,” he rumbles, his chest vibrating heavily against your cheek as he wraps his massive arms around the outside of the jacket, locking you into place like a vice. he drops his chin heavily onto the top of your head, his breathing deep and steady. “your body heat is insufficient for this climate. my mass is greater, therefore i’ll regulate your temperature.”
“tendō is going to walk back in here to look for his umbrella,” you mumble, your face burning up against his skin.
“let him,” ushijima says flatly, his grip tightening just a fraction, his large hand pressing firmly into the small of your back to anchor you completely against his heartbeat. “he knows that i’m stubborn. i will not release you until the downpour ceases and your hands are no longer cold. stand still.”
n: for my twin, @forgottensniper forget my follo misspellings, this is a bribe
ushijima wakatoshi wasn’t a man of pda, you knew that much. it’s not that he shied away from it per se, he just... was taught to value modesty.
and that’s exactly how you got here, sitting across from him as dishes upon dishes were served on your table. steamers of xiao long bao were placed before you as he paused from eating his hot garlic ribs to thank your server.
“wakatoshi, you ordered too much... it’s only our first date as a couple,” you say, concern furrowing your brows as you looked at the table.
“that is precisely why i ordered a lot. plus, i just finished a match and i’m quite hungry. i hope you don’t mind,” he deadpans before adding a meek, “is it not to your liking?”
...well, as meek as one ushijima wakatoshi can be, anyway.
you two had just come from one of his matches and to no one’s surprise, shiratorizawa won yet again. as a reward, you offered to grab dinner with him at his favorite foreign restaurant, but you seemed to have forgotten a major key detail— wakatoshi was used to living in luxury. you’ve never even heard of this place before, that’s how fancy and niche it was.
“no, no. it’s fine! it’s your celebration, after all,” you reassure him, hoping he doesn’t take notice of your... mood.
“our celebration,” he corrects. brown eyes hold your gaze, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think you were in trouble. “you finally said yes to me after months of courtship. i apologize if my schedule has not allowed me to take you out on a proper date prior to this.”
was it getting hot in here? you feel like melting under his stare. why is he so naturally intimidating?
“it’s okay. i’ve been a little busy too with requirements and whatnot,” you shy away from his eyes and begin eating.
except... oh, you don’t like that.
the flavors are too much, and your mouth feels like it’s going to explode with how powerful the taste is. did you accidentally order from the spicy section?!
ushijima must have detected your slight internal panic, because he immediately asks, “is everything okay?”
you cough out, putting on a fake smile as you nod. “mhm, all good!”
“are you certain..? you look... flustered.”
god, there he was again. wakatoshi, you’re scaring me!! you mentally yell.
“...okay, i’ve never... been here before so i just ordered whatever i thought was the most basic option on the menu.” your eyes avoid his, feeling small before him. “sorry,” you feel like a loser. hopefully he doesn’t break up with you for this.
“ah. i wish you had said that sooner. i would have explained their food and helped you choose.”
wakatoshi eyes the table before wordlessly rearranging the sequence of the dishes. he takes your plate and moves the steamer of the xiao long baos in front of you, then gently places your original dish to the xlb’s previous spot. he takes off the lid and takes one dumpling for himself.
“these are soup dumplings. i picked your favorite meat, so you should have no problem eating them,” he bites his dumpling into half as the soup leaks out from the center and into his spoon. “see?”
you look at him, then down at the dumplings before taking one for yourself and mimicking his actions. “mmh...” you nod, “that’s actually pretty good.”
“do you mind if i eat your...”
you nod enthusiastically before he can even finish. “take it, take it. i love the dumplings. woah. can i have more?”
ushijima chuckles, his chest letting out guttural breaths as his lips curved into a smile. “of course. eat as much as you’d like.”
needless to say, you and wakatoshi will definitely be coming back. who knows, maybe it could even be the start of a tradition.
atsumu post-match &&& bokuto post-match
a/n: this is still post-match right... just not courtside-immediately-after-game post match. sry lol sigh ushijima what am i supposed to do w u my nonchalant king
── it's hard playing wingman for ushijima when he sort of has no idea what he's doing
Not everyone could say that they’ve had a love at first sight encounter, and neither could Ushijima, until you arrived. The first thing about you that reeled him in was your playstyle on the court. He grew mesmerised as he watched every calculated step you took and the way you measured the force needed to swiftly catch the opponent off guard. Despite it being only a regular practice session, you managed to catch his undivided attention hook, line and sinker.
The thought of you weighed on Ushijima’s mind longer than he realised. When picking out his socks, he stared long and hard at a pair that was the same colour as the shirt you wore during your fateful encounter. Things reminding him of you seemed to be everywhere. Whether it was an airy laugh reaching him from the corner of the classroom or the rhythmic pattern of your footsteps as you walked down the halls each day, he couldn't help but send glances your way.
When he learned your name, the sweet-sounding string of syllables never left his mind. Things that started with the same letter as your name made his thoughts circle back to you as if he were a wheel’s barrel and his feelings a rim that kept him in a never-ending loop.
The melodic squeaking of shoes against waxed hardwood and the spikes of chatter in the gym were a perfect anchor to the waves of Ushijima’s ever-growing feelings. Perhaps the familiar lull was too great, as before he could process his own words, Ushijima muttered “I like her,” to no one imparticular.
Like most quiet sounds, the words should’ve fizzled out in the sheer amount of background noise; like a raindrop in the ocean. However, they didn’t go unheard. Tendou’s neck craned to his left in a slow turn resembling an owl, his face reflecting the pure astonishment he felt.
Ushijima blinked, realising what he had done and silently contemplated his next words.
“[Name].”
Semi asked, “On the girls’ team? It makes sense how you’ve been–”
“[NAME]? WHAT?” Tendou shrieked in many pitches higher than anyone thought he could vocalise.
Semi grimaced and silently mourned the damage to his eardrums. “Why are we yelling?”
“Is it surprising?” Ushijima furrowed his brows.
“Not really.” “YES!”
“...”
“Does she– Have you talked to her?” Semi probed.
“No,” Ushijima answered plainly.
“Like at all?”
“Not at all.”
“How long have you liked her?”
“Three months”
“Three–”
Tendou leaned his elbow on his friend’s shoulder and cleared his throat. “Looks like we might have to give our Miracle Boy some help.”
“And how would you do that?” Semi raised an eyebrow.
Tendou wagged his finger in front of the setter’s face. “You doubt my great wingman skills.”
If knowing Tendou for three years taught Semi anything, it was that the redhead’s antics were best observed from afar rather than being in the middle of it.
“I wish you the best.” Semi hummed, disinterested and moved to wipe the sweat that travelled down his forehead and walk away.
“Yeah, it’ll go well when WE help him.” Tendou made a back-and-forth gesture between himself and Semi, gripping Semi’s shoulder and making him freeze from spiritual pressure alone.
“Come on, Semi-Semi, would you really think to leave him hanging like that?” Tendou poked him. “Look at his face.”
Semi scrunched his face up in thought, gaze flicking between Ushijima’s blank stare and Tendou’s knowing one, as he felt his conscience prod at him.
“Fine.” He sighed and pointed at Tendou, “But, it’s only to make sure you don’t give him any crazy advice.”
“Me? Never!”
“Sure, buddy.”
By this time, the trio’s conversation had already piqued the interest of another pair of ears in the gym. They would make sure to keep themselves updated on the third year’s Cupid mission.
₊˚ʚ ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ₊˚ʚ₊˚✧ ﾟ.
Ushijima did as he was advised and began expressing his feelings via gift giving since charming you through his eloquent words was, well, not possible. And he thought, what better gift to give than food? Give you food, he did.
Ushijima noticed that you bought a piece of melon bread and a small carton of juice from a nearby convenience store a few times during the week.
Early in the day, the classroom was empty save for you at your desk, and Ushijima thought it the perfect opportunity to approach. He quietly walked up to your desk and placed the food and drink, barely making any noise. As far as Ushijima knew, things were going swimmingly.
That was, ignoring the fact that you were dead asleep.
You woke up shortly after the morning bell rang to food on your desk, and you stared at it in confusion. Maybe someone forgot it there? You let it be and moved it to the corner of your desk, resolving to eat it for lunch unless someone came to claim it by the lunchtime deadline you set. After all, free food was free food.
By your deadline, no one came back for the edible treasures, and you might as well have been met with tumbleweeds. Shrugging, you opened the pack of bread and munched away.
Watching you accept his gift, Ushijima smiled softly before packing his own things to grab lunch at the cafeteria. He would make sure to thank Tendou later.
This pattern continued for the next three weeks. You came to the classroom early and exhausted from morning practice, took a nap and woke up to melon bread and a juicebox on your desk. It wasn’t every day, but it happened often enough over the time period to make you wonder just who your secret bread plug was. It was a little odd the first three times, but you started to find it pretty cute how your potential admirer made it their unofficial job to keep you well-fed. As you chowed down on the impossibly soft pastry, you tried to make a few guesses as to who it was, but drew blanks each time.
Ushijima, on the other hand, was over the moon.
“So, how’re things going with [Name]?” Tendou asked one day during an intermission in their club session.
“Good.” Ushijima gave an appreciative nod and his lips quirked into a soft smile, “She really likes melon bread.”
“You’ve just talked about the things you like? That’s a little slow for three weeks of talking, but it’s getting somewhere.” Semi spoke thoughtfully.
“We haven’t talked about that yet.” Ushijima corrected.
“Nice!” Tendou clapped. “So you learned that through being observant, that’s good.”
“What else do you talk about?” Semi asked, mildly interested.
Ushijima spoke matter-of-factly. “We don’t talk.”
Tendou paused, “Huh?”
Semi blinked. “What? But I thought…”
“So what does she say about- well, ya’know? Everything?”
“I wouldn’t know.”
“Why…?”
“She’s asleep when I bring the bread.”
Beat.
“WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?!!”
The staggered cry throughout the gym did not come solely from Semi and Tendou. Tendou’s head whipped around to see Shirabu’s equally ruffled reaction.
“Why are you shocked?”
Shirabu coughed.
“S-So, when you talked about her being happy with the bread-” Semi stuttered.
“She smiled when she ate it.”
“I mean, you did take the advice,” Tendou added.
Semi slapped his forehead.
“Dude…”
₊˚ʚ ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ₊˚ʚ₊˚✧ ﾟ.
The next day, Ushijima stared at the melon bread and juicebox in his hands, conflicted. He knew that anonymously gifting you the things you liked didn’t exactly bring you closer together, but simply seeing your smile brought him more than enough satisfaction. He was happy to see you happy, whether or not he was with you.
He quietly slid the classroom door open, only to see your desk empty. Unsure of what to do, he sat at his own desk, the bread and juice staring at him like he had done to it earlier. The hushed classroom let him rifle through his thoughts without disturbance. This whole communication thing was difficult to master.
Ushijima resolved to leave the food at your desk and rethink his approach for next time.
With the door left open, you didn’t make a sound as you rounded the corner to enter the classroom. Before you actually stepped in, you watched Ushijima walk towards your desk and gently place the melon bread and juicebox like he was handling a bouquet of flowers in a glass vase.
You backtracked, waiting for Ushijima to leave the classroom for what you would assume was morning practice. After he disappeared down the hall, you tread to your desk, dumbfounded.
Your bread supplier was Ushijima?
No matter which way you put it, this was groundbreaking. However, shock wasn’t the only thing you felt in the moment. Your cheeks grew warm, and you had to smack a hand over your mouth to stop the giddy giggles that threatened to escape you.
Though you couldn't help the flushed smile that grew on your face.
He was so cute.
When Ushijima returned to the classroom, he found a small note on his desk with a small message,
‘Thanks :)
- [Name]’
After all, the way to a person’s heart is through their stomach.
first time writing one this long, but it was pretty fun.
