#ushiwaka x reader

[showhay]

synopsis: a cute misunderstanding with ushiwaka.

ushijima wakatoshi x f!libero!reader

category: fluff fluff fluff !! eita aging 10 years because of ushijima.

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‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

okay. picture this.

a normal thursday afternoon at shiratorizawa academy, except the air feels a little different—like the calm before a storm, except instead of thunder and lightning, it’s ushijima wakatoshi standing at the back line of the court with a volleyball in his hand, ready to absolutely obliterate some poor libero’s arms.

and that poor libero? yeah, that’s you.

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the joint practice was supposed to be a good bonding experience. boys’ and girls’ teams working together, cheering, pushing each other to their limits. coaches on both sides thought it’d be “good for morale.” what they didn’t factor in was ushijima wakatoshi, captain of the boys’ team and human wrecking ball, deciding to serve at full power because, in his own words, “there is no point in holding back.”

so he didn’t.

and oh boy, everyone in the gym regretted it.

ushijima tossed the ball high, his arm snapped forward, and the sound of the ball leaving his hand was like a gunshot. the girls’ team collectively flinched. the boys’ team smiled like, oh yeah, here it comes.

you? you crouched low, arms out, eyes locked, like a soldier in battle.

the ball blurred through the air like a meteor about to wipe out civilization, but instead of dying on the spot, you bent your knees, cushioned the force, and passed the ball up in a textbook-perfect receive that floated right into the setter’s hands.

silence.

dead. silence.

like, the kind of silence where everyone genuinely forgot to breathe because how on earth did you just do that?

your captain broke it first, throwing her hands in the air like she’d just won the lottery.

“DID YOU SEE THAT?! DID YOU SEE THAT?! THAT’S OUR LIBERO!! THAT’S MY GIRL!!” she shrieked, voice cracking in pride.

the girls’ team exploded, screaming, clapping, losing their minds. someone actually started crying. another girl yelled, “SHE’S NOT HUMAN!!”

meanwhile, the boys’ team—absolute chaos.

semi dropped his water bottle so dramatically it rolled across the floor. shirabu had his clipboard in hand, but his jaw dropped so low he almost bit the pen he was chewing. goshiki looked like he was seeing his entire volleyball career flash before his eyes, mumbling, “she’s the future ace… i-i need to—i need to—” while tendou was doubled over, clutching his knees, wheezing.

“bro. bro. wakatoshi,” tendou gasped out, eyes bugging, “did you see that? did you SEE THAT?? she ate your serve like it was nothing—like it was breakfast—like it was a croissant—”

ushijima himself?

just standing there. blank-faced. holding another ball. except—and only tendou caught this—his eyes weren’t blank. oh no. his pupils had dilated.

this man was in an enamored state.

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practice somehow continued, but everyone was distracted. every time ushijima served at you, you got it up perfectly, like it was a game. the boys’ team started keeping track. semi made tally marks on the wall. goshiki cried a little each time. tendou was live-commentating like a sports announcer, “ladies and gentlemen, the serve cannon vs the celestial libero—WHO WILL WIN?? spoiler: it’s her, every time.”

by the end of practice, everyone was sweaty, dead tired, and rethinking their entire lives.

and then, ushijima, being the absolute blunt menace that he is, walked straight over to you while you were tying your shoelaces, crouched down so he was eye-level, and in his deep, unwavering voice said:

“you should be my girlfriend.”

the gym gasped.

like, genuinely. a collective inhale, like everyone was watching a telenovela. someone in the girls’ team dropped their knee pads. goshiki actually choked on his water. tendou clutched semi’s arm and whispered, “HE DID IT. HE ACTUALLY DID IT.”

you blinked up at him, confused. “a girl-friend ..sure?”

the silence that followed was deafening.

the girls stared at you like you’d just announced you were moving to mars. the boys stared at ushijima like what the hell did you just pull off?? tendou, ever the dramatic, collapsed onto the floor in hysterics.

and ushijima? he nodded once. “good, thank you.” and walked away like nothing happened.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

except it wasn’t nothing. oh no.

from that day forward, ushijima acted like you were officially dating. meanwhile, you, in your blissful obliviousness, thought he meant “girl-friend,” like, friend who is a girl. you even told your captain, “it’s nice that ushijima wants to be friends, he’s so straightforward,” and she looked like she was about to pass out.

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it started small. ushijima always waiting for you after practice. not just sometimes—every time. standing outside the gym doors, holding his bag, as if escorting you out was his life mission.

the girls whispered like crazy. “oh my god, he’s WAITING for her.” “is that a thing?? do guys just—do that??”

the boys heckled him relentlessly.

“ushijima, you’re whipped,” semi teased.

“he’s not whipped, he’s—he’s IN SHAMBLES,” tendou corrected, cackling.

goshiki, inspired, started journaling about it. “note to self: one day, i too will have a girlfriend like that.”

shirabu just rolled his eyes but even he couldn’t stop glancing at you two walking off together.

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and you… you were falling, slowly but surely.

you liked the way he was so honest. how he never sugarcoated anything, but somehow it never came off harsh (that only goes for you sometimes). how he noticed things without you telling him. like when you forgot your water bottle, he handed you his without a word. when you limped slightly one day, he tied your shoelaces tighter, double-knotting them before you could stop him.

and he didn’t talk much, but he always… understood.

which made your heart do stupid flips, even though you still thought you were just “friends.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

of course, the teams made it everyone’s business.

tendou once shouted across the cafeteria, “HEY, LOVE BIRDS, WANT ME TO SCOOT OVER SO YOU CAN SIT TOGETHER??” and ushijima literally did. he picked up your tray, sat next to you, and continued eating like it was nothing. you almost choked on your rice.

goshiki begged you for “the court seraph advice” while sneaking glances at ushijima like, is this what having a cool girlfriend looks like??

semi played wingman without being asked, constantly nudging ushijima and whispering way too loudly, “compliment her hair. say something about her receive. come on, captain.”

and he tries to, telling semi to listen on how good it is. “your hair reduces air resistance. that’s good.”

“HOW ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO FLATTER HER BY CALLING HER AERODYNAMIC??” semi was losing hair, “try again. about her receives this time.”

the olive haired guy nodded and went up to you.

“when you received that serve, the ball did not touch the ground.” you gave him a confused smile. what you can see behind him is semi’s soul popping out of his body and tendou dying of laughter.

“ARE YOU TRYING TO WRITE HER WEDDING VOWS OR A MATCH SUMMARY?!” poor semi’s getting wrinkles.

shirabu… well, he muttered “unbelievable” every five minutes, but he still covered for you guys when the coach was around, so maybe he was rooting for you deep down.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

and ushijima?

he didn’t need words. he just showed you.

the way he always walked on the side of the sidewalk closer to the road.

the way he carried your bag without asking.

the way his eyes softened—just barely—every time you nailed a receive at practice.

you didn’t notice it at first. but everyone else did.

everyone.

and they were going insane.

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because the truth was… ushijima wakatoshi, the stoic, unshakable ace of shiratorizawa, was love-struck.

and he wasn’t going to let you slip through his fingers; you wouldn’t be able to.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

a/n: ushijima is so unintentionally funny, i’m gonna choke on air. also don’t you love how ominous i am?

© showhay — don’t copy nor translate without my permission. i do not own any of the photos that i have used. credits to all the rightful owners. (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

iloveu

[tobio-rs]

minors dni.

i've been really thinking about how ushijima begs you to sit on his face.

he's so stoic and composed most of the time, but when he gets in the mood, he just, he becomes needy.

he'll do anything in his power to convince you that he'll eat you out and let you sit on his pretty face tonight. he's so desperate to make you feel good it's painful — he knows you're tired after a long day and need a release. ushijima's usually not someone that'll sweet talk you into doing something, but there's just something about you right now,

"sit on me, please."

you look at him all flustered, cheeks warm at how blunt his mouth is. "toshi, you also had a long day, aren't you tired-"

"no," ushijima immediately responds. "need you on my face, right now."

and holy fuck, just the look on his face would make you cum right then and there. his gleaming eyes and almost pouting lips mixed with the messy hair he'd just brushed with his hands makes you swoon.

and honestly, he doesn't need to beg for you to comply.

so you angle your sex above his face, slowly lowering your hips, gripping the headboard, and-

"oh my god," you gasp, ushijima's big hands grab your ass and lowers you in a swift motion. his tongue and lips crashing onto your plump pussy makes the dirtiest sounds echoing through the room. you grab onto his hair with one hand, your other covering your mouth as you almost scream at the sensation of his warm breath against your core.

ushijima groans that sends instant electricity to your fluttering pussy.

"so. fucking. good." he mutters in between clit sucks.

"toshi, baby," your legs begin to shake, your slick making a mess on his face. "you're so eager, it's making me crazy-ah!"

your hips involuntary move back and forth, rubbing against ushijima's lips, the tip of his nose touching your clit, and everything's just too much right now.

not until he locks your hips, his mouth full on rubbing and sucking on your skin, your wetness almost pooling on his cheeks, when he suddenly puts the tip of his finger to your entrance.

"fuck!" your grip the headboard. "'m fucking cumming ohmygod!"

and he fucking lets you. hips thrashing against his face, voice becoming hoarse at every moan, and you don't mean to, but you just splash and squirt on his mouth. you scream, trying to fight it, but it just won't fucking stop.

and ushijima doesn't pull away. he opens his mouth to try and catch everything, to not put any of your delicious slick to waste.

he brings you down, letting you catch your breath. he lays you down beside him, and you see his smirk and his face that's all wet from all your essence.

ushijima lets out a small chuckle as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, "my obedient darling."

©️ TOBIO-RS - do not copy, translate, or repost

[karikarasuno]

the moment ushijima first presses into you is like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. his body hovers tensely above yours. one hand fisting his cock as he lines himself up. his breath stuck in his lungs, only to be released in a hot, damp puff against your cheeks once his head pops inside of you.

your eyes are glued to his face. the deep furrow of his brow. the near frown of his lips as he keeps pushing. his shoulders tense. almost to his ears as he continues to embed himself in your warmth.

and you swallow the whine the begs to wheeze out of your throat. instead you cradle his cheek, rubbing your thumb between his eyebrows. smoothing out the wrinkles there until he sighs. visibly relaxes in your touch. head resting in the palm of your hand as he meets your eyes with gratitude. a silent thank you written across his stern features.

only when his hips become flush with yours do you allow your pleasure to be on full display for him. only when he settles himself deeply within you do you moan for him. a broken whisper of his name as you rediscover your breath. and his entire body shudders in response. hopelessly under your spell. any instinct, primal or otherwise, that he has rendered useless as you flutter around him.

ushijima’s first movements are slow. exploratory. as he rolls his hips. every rocking motion drenched in restraint. it’s obvious in the way his hand fists the pillow beside your head. the other barely holding him up.

your ankles lock around his hips as you urge him forward. granting him quiet permission to let go. to fuck you like he so terribly wants. that desire is woven into to the fabric of his taut muscles. and you can practically hear the seam of his self control rip right down the center as his hips surge forward. as he allows his pleasure to take over.

he collapses on top of you. hands suddenly clinging to your soft body that lays right beneath his. gripping the flesh of your thighs, the plushness of your waist. and only at the first whimper that sounds from your lips does ushijima fuck you like he really means it. like he’s dreamt of. relentless, unforgiving, and selfish.

[qardenofeden]

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

[yanyannica]

it's not like ushijima wakatoshi to get jealous over anything, but the one time you heavily suspect he does...

"oh? you jealous?"

your tall hunk of a boyfriend stares you down with a mild crease between his eyebrows. you stare back just as intensely with a dopey grin, waiting for an admission from your ever-stoic boyfriend.

it's not everyday you get to see him react like this, so you practically jump the opportunity.

you watch tentatively as he brings up a hand to his chest, clutching his shirt as his gaze drops to the ground — expression stoned not much unlike a rock as he contemplates your words. he never fails to look so serious.

"...am i?"

the blatant confusion on his face couldn't be any more funnier, and you had to stifle your laugh into your hand lest you hurt his feelings.

you really should've known better — of course he wouldn't know what to call it even if it slapped him in the face. we were talking about the guy who went up to you during a random tuesday and confessed that he had an constant urge to kiss you, and innocently asked if you knew anything about it like he was inquiring about homework.

(for an entire week before you officially got together, you had to convince him that no — you were most definitely not hypnotizing him.)

"you're such an idiot, you know?" you nudge his side teasingly, leaning your weight against him as you struggle to keep your giggles at bay.

your hulk of a boyfriend is way too adorable sometimes.

"i'm not quite sure what jealousy feels like. my apologies."

you grimace a bit at his response, now hyper-aware of the way his athletic body feels against your side.

he's never had to be jealous of anything because everyone else is busy being jealous of him!

you pout at him, before poking his side. softly, of course. you might break a finger or two if you went any harder.

you turn back to the matter at hand before it completely derails — you need full details on this rare side of him. "well, what did it feel like when you saw me talking to that guy?"

ushijima takes a moment before his eyes clear up.

"something felt weird here," he gently patted the spot over his heart and your eyes widen in surprise, pulling away to look at him more firmly. "like it got pinched. it didn’t hurt physically, but it made me... sad."

your heart clenches, hard. you swear you heard it crack within your chest too. oh my god. it was one hundred percent your fault! no questions asked!

you reach out to his arms as your eyes turn glassy, "oh, baby. i'm so sor —"

"my muscles contracted by themselves too, like how it feels when i want to hit a spike."

... ha?

your eyes nearly fall out of their sockets. the romantic air disperses in a matter of miliseconds, crashing down to earth.

a spike?!

what the hell? well, good thing you kept the conversation short, or else that guy would've had his head blown off...

a shudder runs down your spine.

you sweat profusely at his profound statement, "n-next time you feel bothered by something like that, make sure you approach me first before doing anything, okay?" for safety purposes!

ushijima blinks at you, completely none the wiser to your inner turmoil.

"alright," he pauses, as if there's something else he wants to say, contemplating it for a few moments before speaking up again. "i don't like feeling jealous. is that a bad thing?"

reallyyyyy such a baby. your baby.

"i'm really sorry for making you feel that way, toshi," leaning up on your tippy toes, you coerce him to lean down into your hold — placing a chaste kiss to his cheek. "you do know that you're the only one i have eyes for, yes?"

he nods affirmatively, like an obedient child heeding their parents' words like it's gospel.

"you trust me, right?"

another truthful nod of approval. you sigh in utter relief as you let him go for him to resume his practice, satisfied at how you were able to prevent a major crisis from occurring.

"i will make sure to consult you first before spiking."

you feel a tear form.

"toshi — baby, no —"

oh toshi yes */smirks deviously

[shigarosie]

ushiwaka x chubby reader because I need him desperately

“Hi, excuse me? My friend needs to get laid, would you consider-” 

“Oh my god! Stop!” 

Ushijima looks away from the tv across from the bar, where he had been watching a volleyball match. Hinata was playing, and he didn’t have a tv of his own, so it was off to the nearest sports bar he went. 

Beside him were two girls- pretty girls, he thought, though one was definitely more his type than the other. Curvy, plush, soft, sweet looking. She seemed shocked, her mouth agape as she slapped her friend’s shoulder. Embarrassed maybe, considering how her face was flushing. Or was that the alcohol? A drink was in her hand, something fruity. It looked almost empty. He wanted to buy her another one. 

“Ignore her,” you said, glaring at your friend. “I’m so sorry, that was incredibly rude and disrespectful.” 

“He’s hot,” your friend stage-whispers to you. “You should let him take you home.” 

“We’ll leave you alone now,” you tell him, grabbing your friend by the arm and beginning to try and lead her away. 

“You don’t have to,” he tells you. 

Your friend pushes you forward, closer to the very tall, very muscular, very handsome stranger sitting alone at the bar. 

“Aren’t you like. Totally creeped out and uncomfortable?” You ask, your arms wrapping around your torso. 

His eyes drag down your body, then take their time coming back up. He doesn’t shy away from eye contact, and that paired with the very serious look on his face made you squirm a little. 

“No,” he says. “I don’t mind.” 

Your lips purse. He watches the pretty shade of lipstick you have on smudge a little. Cute, he thinks. Very cute. 

“You can ignore her,” you repeat. “She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. I don’t need-” you stop abruptly, considering your words. Maybe it wasn’t entirely untrue, but she doesn’t need to announce it to the first attractive guy she sees on your behalf! 

At your prolonged pause, Ushijima raises an eyebrow. His eyes dart back down to your body before they remeet your gaze. “Are you sure?” 

You gulp. Was he really implying he would take you home? Was he actually repeatedly checking you out? Was he not at all deterred by the bluntness of your friend throwing you at him?

“Y-yes?” 

He smiles a little. “You don’t sound sure.” He flags down the bartender. “Her next drink is on me.” 

“Oh you don’t have to-” 

“I want to,” he says, still with that very serious tone of his. “If you really don’t want to stay here and chat with me, you’re free to leave. But I don’t mind buying a drink for a beautiful woman.” 

You bite your lip. What harm could it do to talk with the handsome stranger for a bit? Maybe… Maybe you did need something to loosen you up a bit. 

“Okay,” you say, your voice smaller than you wanted it to be. You sit beside him, shimmying a little when the skirt of your dress slips up your thigh a bit. He definitely noticed, dark eyes lingering on your hemline before your new drink comes and he hands it to you, his large fingers daintily wrapped around the stem of the glass. He seemed gentle for such a large man. 

“I’m not always gentle,” he says. 

Fuck. You said that out loud. 

Heat rushes to your cheeks and your neck, and you sip your drink to keep yourself from saying anything else stupid. 

“But I can be,” he continues. “If that’s what you’d like.”

You take a deep breath. “You don’t have to chat me up,” you tell him. “Really, my friend-”

“This isn’t about her,” he cuts you off. “Or what she said. This is about you. And how attracted to you I am.” 

Oh, he’s blunt too. 

“So you… really want to take me home?” You ask, looking for him to reconfirm what he already made plenty obvious. 

“If you would allow me such a pleasure,” he says, one of those large, gentle hands falling to your bare knee.

You take a breath. Then a sip. Then you place a hand on his forearm. 

“You don’t… have to be gentle,” you say. 

Without breaking eye contact, he reaches into his pocket, throws some bills onto the bartop, and stands, offering a hand to you to lead you out of the bar. 

You think you hear your friend cheer as you leave together.

[takes1]

Heyy can you pls write an Ushijima smut?? Plsss, also I love all your works🫶🏼🫶🏼

ushijima x reader escalated cockwarming

thanks pookie!! sorry this took a while, i wrote half of something else for him but that idea died so i had to start all the way over. also wanted to do a normal banner for him but i'm liking my new multi-panel banners a lot more. might do a full switch🤔

warnings. heavy nsfw, minors DNI

details. fem!reader / cold start / ushijima likes old movies / sweaty ushijima / dom!ushijima / calling you babygirl / doggy / lap sitting / use of vibrator / gentleman ushijima / reader making ushijima want a kid / breeding kink / 1.2k words

links. masterlist. more haikyuu here. my ao3. my imagines

"Shh," He smushes his lips against your ear, stealing a tingly kiss or two while he's there, "Can't hear the movie..."

It was loud and overwhelming, leaving you to squirm away at the sensation. But his giant arm kept you crushed back against his chest.

It's a Wonderful Life played on an intentionally low volume on the living room TV. Your His vibrator, torturing your sensitive little clit, was louder than the dull drone of their transatlantic voices.

You took a sharp breath in to let out a cry, but his palm intercepted the attempt.

Watching favorite movie, engaged in his favorite pastime, inside of his favorite girl- he gave an approving hum into a harsh nick to your shoulder and rolled his hips.

His cock stirred again and bulged against your g-spot. He was prepared this time for the flinch. He kept you still with laughable ease.

It wasn't so much about strict punishment or absolute reward when he had such a natural, domineering presence in the bedroom. It was trust that kept you from begging him to just fuck you. There was an understanding that he would take care of you, no matter what you level of play you engaged in, for however long.

You did what he told you with a smile, enjoying how he took all your worries away, how he could bear the weight of the world off of your shoulders with his touch, his attention.

The warmth of his arms around you, his hand covering your loud mouth, kept you docile for a time.

He always smelled so good after he came home. Tasted salty, like hard work, with a stimulating, natural musk to his skin that you couldn't get enough of.

"Whadd'yawant, babygirl?" He flexed inside you again, taking his palm to your throat, instead- a heavy sigh the only indication that it effected him, "Tell me."

Your thighs flexed on top of his larger, powerful ones- "Ahh-! To- watch the- movie?"

His chuckle, rare and genuine, made you smile.

Hell, you had been sitting on top of him for so long that the film was almost over. Your response, an unsure question at best, was silly.

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder and moved his hips real, real slow, "You sure?"

Another gasp. This time curling your weight forward, for him to resist against. He felt so good, if he could just keep this mellow movement for two minutes, you might cum-- you couldn't lie again.

"N-o."

He bottomed out, leaving you twitchy, a shudder on your uptake, "Please, Toshi, just fuck me-,"

You whimpered at his strengthening grip, his stalled breath at his own name, "I don't care how- I just- mmh- I want you."

Usually, he didn't tease you like that because he already knew what you wanted. Usually, he didn't come home so burnt out and touchy, placing you in his lap, pushing your panties to the side.

Usually, he wouldn't be so inspired as to get you on the cold, hardwood floor, to take you like you asked.

He let you have one hand for your vibrator, but made sure to keep your free wrist still, next to the side of your head.

"Such a good girl--," Was a strangled groan.

The lewd sound of him finally pounding you mixed with your overstimulated, grateful cries.

Sure, he had been purposefully edging you for the better half of a Christmas classic, but he wasn't exempt either. Staying mostly hard inside of you was difficult when he needed to take you all day- made more critical of a task as soon as he was home, melting at your scent, your touch.

"Mmh-ha-Ah-! Tosh-i-, I'm--," You sniffled, eyes burning.

He came to the sound of you screaming his name and clenching around his sore cock.

He didn't slow or soften. He kept your hips upright when your strength failed you, always your big, sweet gentleman.

Grumbly, and quiet, and uneven, was his voice as he finally stuttered to a stop, deep inside of you.

Wakatoshi wasn't very vocal, but his habits spoke for what he liked.

You were panting, still smushed against the floor, in the lesser waves of your orgasm, as he looked down and stared hard at all the cum he crammed inside of you. His brow twitched, but you couldn't see.

Your pussy was already letting some of it drip down your thighs, so despite the how sore he was, he stuffed himself balls deep with an overstimulated groan. The desire to do it was more of a biological trance.

"M-mmnh-!" Your body braced against the feeling.

He shushed you and weighed you down into a lazier prone-bone position. The floor was so cold you couldn't help but press back into him as much as you could.

It hurt him to move, but he didn't want to soften, didn't want to waste time not filling you up again.

"Augh-h, fu-ck," His pained vocalizations were hot and tingly across your shoulder, "So- so good, baby. F-uck..."

Knowing, more specifically hearing how good you felt was a big reason why you gave a spontaneous round two the chance it deserved.

His exhaustion from the day was seeping into everything.

The huffing, the groans, vibrated against your ear as he dropped like a box of concrete to his forearms, adding to a mixture of pain and pleasure he had slowly succumbed to.

"Ah-h, fu-c'-- your pussy feels so'good, h-mnn,"

"You- ahh- want more? Huh?"

Your face warmed at his sinful confessions. His sloppy thrusts, paired with his drunken, blunt stammer fucked you into a pleasant buzz all over again.

You were so full, but, yeah, you did want more.

His forearms hugged around your front, his chest pushed down onto you, and his hand cupped your throat again.

"Mmh--!" You went to say something, but his other hand was over your mouth- so all you could do was whine, maybe drool, against his palm.

He was breathy at how fast you could get him to the edge of his orgasm again, just by taking his cock like his perfect, pretty girl.

Why hadn't he bought you a ring yet?

"Oh-h, fuck--," He got rougher, faster, at the thought of you as his little housewife, a brief flash of your future together enough to clip him over.

Another groan, this time a little whinier, into your scalp as he fucked another load into your poor, throbbing cunt.

His breath had gotten so shaky, uneven, and he grew heavier on top of you.

You were completely gone, trembling and weak, hips sinking further from him.

Warm, gentle kisses and a softer, attentive touch flooded your senses, something to focus on, as you slowly came out of it.

That was one of the many things you loved about him. He took care of you quite well, especially after being so rough.

"You okay, babygirl?"

The first thing he made sure to do was pick up you off of the floor. He utilized a cute little bridal-style carry into the bathroom so that you could shower together.

"Mmmhm," Dreamy and soft, was all you could give him.

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[evamame]

you’re sitting in ushijima’s lap, nestled comfortably between his legs as he soothingly runs the bristles of a brush through your soft locks of hair. his movements are so precise and deliberate as if he has the art of hair brushing down to a science, yet he’s so unbelievably gentle with you at the same time. he runs the brush from the roots of your hair to the very tips of the ends in a slow movement, careful not to accidentally tug on any knots and hurt you. he’s subtle with his touch, a forearm brushing a featherlight touch on your back as he repositions his arm or his knee bumping against yours when he evelopes you in his warm hold. surrounding the both of you is a silence, one that’s not awkward but more so comfortable. it’s a silence that feels natural, like home. rather than use his words, ushijima prefers this. he likes to show his love—tell you “i love you”—in the way he takes care of you as if you’re something fragile, something meant to be cherished. he keeps a warm hand on your shoulder, thumb running circles over the bone as the other one massages your scalp with the brush and helps you relax for the evening. he kisses the top of your head when he’s done, just barely even tapping your shoulder to signal for you to get off of his lap. he smiles in that soft and adoring way reserved only for you when he sees how you’ve become sleepy in the short while, making sure to be quick to put away the brush so he can return to the bedroom, tucking you in before joining you under the sheets.