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≺ angst to smut, makeup sex, fluffy at the end and during, ~2k words (18+) | Ushijima being a service dom (ʃ⌣́,⌣́ƪ)

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Until this morning, you had known your Ushijima to be a stoic yet gentle man. He was never one to raise his voice, always the one to remain calm and collected when the tension ran high. But now you weren’t sure anymore.

“I didn’t know you feel that way,” you muttered under your breath, almost too afraid to speak above a certain octave. Tiptoeing atop a thin line of what would tip him over the edge.

“I don’t need you to hover over me all the time, Y/n, I have my own life and I don’t always want you around,” he said it without hesitation. His anger was almost never heard of, a side of he never displayed and the same thing made you overthink and second guess the person you were dating.

You had just woken up, seeing that the alarm was strangely muted on his phone. To put into perspective, he had woken up on the wrong side of the bed, groggy and pissed off. All the frustration that had been piling on since the other days of practice were starting to seep throughh.

He claimed he needed no help from you, he needed you to not like his mother and to not hover over him like a helicopter parent that he so hated. Ushijima basically just shunned you.

“Understood,” plain and simple, you left without saying another word.

Ushijima was still blinded by rage to completely comprehend and absorb the weight of his words and the severity of the situation. He left the house to clear his mind, totally ignorant to the fact that you were in your room, with your face buried in your hands to muffle the violent sobs.

He returned home to a dark house, with only the flickering light of a wallflower. He had overcame his anger, but right now he was consumed by pettiness. Ushijima assumed you were asleep, the smell and heat of freshly cooked meals gave it away. But his face dropped when you were nowhere to be found.

He left it at that. Not bothered to phone or text you. He didn’t start to panic until he woke up the next morning still alone, to an empty and cold house. Ushijima threw the covers away from him and winced when his feet contacted the harsh, pinprick of floors. The smell of cooked meals subsided.

Ushijima picked up his phone and dialed your number, please pick up, please pick up. He pleaded and prayed, hoping that both the gods and you could hear his prayers. After 4 rings, you answered.

“Where are you?”

“I’m at my parents’ house, why?”

“Why? I should be asking you that, honey,” his attitude was almost baffling. You wondered where he got it from, smartass, probably Tendou or even Osamu via a friend of a friend.

“You don’t want me there, why should I stay?”

“I didn’t say that?” Ushijima genuinely had forgotten about last night’s feud. He remembered the two of you being in a heated battle with the both being too stubborn to back down. He had just not been able to piece together the exact catalyst for why you two were in two separate places.

“Are you trying to be funny? Because it’s not working, unfortunately. If you don’t remember, then let me remind you,” you proceeded to recite his words vertabim, which he didn’t like hearing. Despite that, it was a reality check for him.

The line remained quiet for God knew how long, you didn’t let up. Too tired and exhausted to make him understand. Regardless of your feelings of resentment and anger, it dawned on you that you had been overbearing to him. You didn’t see it that way, which was not any fault of your own. The way you saw it, he didn’t have the means to take care of himself. By means, Ushijima has the time and energy sucked out of him since he went pro. Came home late only to leave early in the morning, with little time few and far between.

“Did I really say that?”

“Mhm,”

“Can you please come home?” he just sounded sad. Which made you soft.

“Okay,” before hanging up.

When you arrived home, he ran out from the bedroom and raced towards you. His socked feet and wooden floors were the recipe for a slip-n-slide. Ushijima opened his arms and wrapped you up as he slid to you.

“I am so sorry, baby,” he started, “I am so beyond angry at myself for being able to manage my emotions,” he choked.

“It’s okay, it’s done now,”

“No! It’s not,” he held you even closer, the weight of the situation had finally dawned him, the initial shock wore off for him a lot later for him than you.

“You are the love of my life, I love you more than you’d ever know, babe, I love that you take care of me and I love how much you care for me. I was just frustrated because you had to sacrifice a lot of other things you enjoyed to care for me,” he was right.

“Next time, just communicate, you didn’t need to yell or snap at me,” you gave into his touches and brought your arms around his waist, squeezing for a little bit of assurance.

“Noted,” you two stood there for a while like that, basking in the warmth of the other person. Your eyes skimmed the house, maybe for a few days that you were away, your Ushijima kept the house tidy out of guilt. (>*<)

“Now let me care for you, baby,” he pulled away only to reveal a smirk and mischievous eyes. You were slightly taken aback by his boldness, a bit flustered by the way his calloused hands groped the sides of your hips as he said so.

He dipped downward and connected his lips to yours, carefully twisting and nipping your soft ones before diving down further, darting his tongue out to tease you. You had really missed him, your instincts and needs took over and you had allowed yourself to be scooped away in his arms, headed towards your bedroom.

He was the perfect blend of gentle and rough. Ushijima had you lain on the bed with his hands tucked at your knees, spreading you open to make room for him in between your legs. You made out with him, spit and moans dripped down your chins.

He nipped your jaw before making his way down your neck and ended up at your breasts. With one hand, he carefully unbuttoned the blouse, pulling down your bra before lowering his lips onto your nipple. He sucked and licked and was infatuated with the sounds he drew out of you. You did him a favor and unbutton your pants as he helped pulling them down, revealing your drenched panties.

“Do you need me, baby?” He cooed.

“Yes, I do baby, I need you, I want you so bad,” you melwed.

“Okay, baby, I’ll give you what you need,” his fingers traced the outline of your clit from the exterior of your underwear. You twitched beneath his touch, his mouth was still on your chest.

You grabbed his wrist and attempted to plunge his fingers as deep as they can go in your pussy.

“Patience, baby, promise I’ll make you feel good,” Ushijima was impatient himself. His kissed your stomach, hooking his finger to your panties and ripped them off, your pulsing heat had him drooling. The Ushijima Wakatoshi dropped on his knees in front of his lover and buried his face in your pussy and lapped up your nectar like he went hungry for weeks. Your scent was his favorite, it calmed him down but aroused him in the best ways possible. The fingers that you loved so much found themself pumping in and out of your sopping cunt and you could hardly contain yourself. Lewd sounds filled the room and you didn’t dare to look him in the eye, you just knew that any last thread of resolve would snap if you did.

He hummed against your pussy and vibration tweaked you up even more. He inserted a third finger which got you wincing and lolling your tongue out like a fucked freak. He was at a point that he didn’t want to stop, he only wanted to please you in the best way he knew how.

“Does it feel good, baby?”

“Yes! It feels so good. I need you more, I need you inside of me,” he had wanted to hear that ever since he propped you up on this bed.

You insisted to blow him, in which he refused. He wanted to take care of you, he wished that you wouldn’t have to even lift a finger.

You groaned when he detached himself from your cunt but only to be pleased once he pulled down his pants. No matter the years you’ve been together, his girth would always be the one thing that still surprised you. He was big, it would make sense that his dick was, too. A solid 7 inches, just enough to fuck your cervix and breed you.

He kissed you first, Ushijima made sure that you were in the right mind and that you were going into this knowing he meant nothing less than love. His finger pushed a hair out of your face and smiled down at you, he said I love you before allowing you to feel the most euphoric sensations of your life.

His cock slid in, the pain and pleasure were always overwhelming. His fingers were bruising your hips, his thrusts were hungry, menacing and fast. Ushijima made sure to mix up his rhythm to keep on your toes, or rather had your toes curling.

“I love you, baby,” he said it again, to someone who was drowning in a sexed haze, he just hoped your subconscious picked it up.

He put you in a mating press, his favorite position. Ushijima adored the uninterrupted access to your cunt with this position. His balls slapped against your ass but the weight of this big man slammed down on you were just the crème de la crème of having sex with him.

You bit his neck and your fingernails raked through his back, raw and red lines formed on his skin, but he fucking loved it. It made him fuck into you even deeper, harder, you were reduced to a babbling mess.

He kissed you again, as reassurance that you were loved by him dearly, despite him putting you into this grotesque position. A light sheen of sweat laminated his forehead, you kissed him back, arms wrapped behind his neck, pulling him down towards your lips further.

Ushijima had certain “tells” when he was about to cum. He was incoherent and his hips stutter, his rhythm were erratic not on his own accord. He would always hold you closer, as a way for you to feel as much pleasure as him.

“Baby, forgive me, I’m gonna cum,”

“I’m gonna cum, too, cum inside me, please,” you begged. His eyes blown wide at the way you said. Now he was more than excited to pump his seed inside your cervix.

The release came over you both like a wave, it was too good to say anything in the next couple of minutes. You and Ushijima panted, with him still residing on top of you and his dick remained buried in your cunt. When he pulled out, you could hardly fathom the emptiness that came along.

“Thank you,” you said.

“No, baby, thank you, I love you,” he wanted to make sure you knew that he loved you and nothing else in the world came before you. He knew you loved him, too. This was his first display of affection through words and he was starting to adore it. You were his number one, his top priority, and from that day forward, he did everything in his power to make sure things stayed that way.

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