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screamin-abt-haikyuu · 2 months

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You're jealous but you can't do anything because you're not dating him (Part 7) - Wakatoshi Ushijima

Pairing: Ushijima x Fem! reader

Genre: Angst to fluff

Warnings: none, really? Reader calls him Toshi.

Requested by: @ushisrever

A/N: Can't believe I posted the last update to this more than two years ago. Has it really been that long???? The incomplete series has been bothering me for two years now lmao. Didn't think I'd ever find a fitting scenario for Ushiwaka but thanks to @dira333 helping me sound off some ideas, I was able to get that perfect "snap!" you get when you fit a puzzle piece in perfectly. Gave me enough brain juice to write this out before going back into hibernation.

Serving you some fresh, hot angst and then some lol. Enjoy the burn and then the healing. For someone who was as far removed from Ushiwaka (emotionally) as one can, writing this actually made me see him in a new light. Loved writing him. Hopefully, it stays as true to his canon nature as it can. Hopefully I don't trash this before it's out💀 but if you're reading this, it's good lol.

It feels like the entire Shiratorizawa is at the gates of the school.

"I can't believe she's coming to our school!"

"AAA I can't stop imagining how she'll look in our school uniform."

"Do you think she already has a boyfriend? Maybe I have a chance?"

"I don't know about a boyfriend but you certainly don't have a chance with her."

"Must you always be so cruel?!"

"If you think a star child actor who has made it so big in the industry is going to date a simpleton like you, you're delusional."

You sigh, annoyed, as you try to make your way through the babbling crowd. You're already late for your morning classes and you couldn't care any less about Hoshiko Nakamura. Or any celebrity for that matter.

"In fact, I don't think any boy in this school has a chance with her. Hmm... except maybe Ushiwaka? Not that he'd be interested in dating her anyway. Sometimes I feel like that guy doesn't have any emotions at all."

Your ears perk up at the Ace's name.

Wakatoshi Ushijima has become somewhat of a celebrity at school ever since he was selected for the under 19 representative for Japan in the Youth World Championship.

He was already well known as the formidable volleyball player who crushes any team that he takes on. However, his serious and stoic nature has kept most people from approaching him. Till now, at least.

The girl was right. Wakatoshi wouldn't even think about dating anyone. You seem fairly sure of that. However, the suggestion still leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

You're wrong about him not having any emotions you think as you finally break free from the crowd and sprint towards your classroom.

You've known Wakatoshi for as long as you can remember. You remember when his family moved into the house next to yours when you were just little kids. You remember watching the reserved, determined figure of the boy practicing volleyball all by himself in the nearby park. You remember going up to him and offering to play with him. Out of all these memories, the most vivid of them all was the way his eyes subtly lit up when you said you wanted to play with him.

Time has blurred into a haze since then. Even though you both went to different schools all through junior and middle school years, you both kept alive the tradition of playing volleyball together in park.

"You should come to Shiratorizawa," he had said that fateful day. You both were in the last year of middle school. It was a beautiful evening as you both walked back home from the park, the setting sun throwing hues of red and gold across the partially cloudy sky.

"That's not in my hands. I tried in middle school, remember? I want Shiratorizawa but Shiratorizawa doesn't seem to want me," you said, kicking a pebble on the road. Funny how I could say the same about you.

"That was three years ago. You have grown," he said without pause.

"We'll see. I don't want to get my hopes too high. You know just as well as I do that they give preference to athletes over normal students like me. Casual volleyball games with you are just about as sporty as I get," you said as you reached out to open the gate to your home.

You turned to say goodbye to him and found him looking at you, his expression more serious than usual.

"It's not about athleticism."

"Shiratorizawa only accepts the best. Be it volleyball or anything else. I believe you fit into that category. You should come," he says, looking straight into your eyes.

Your stomach flutters. How could he have so much faith in you? There is no doubt that he believes in you because Wakatoshi Ushijima always means what he says. Almost 5 years of knowing him had taught you that. You still found it hard to digest, though.

"I'll try my best, I promise."

"I know you will."

"Class, please give a warm welcome your new classmate, Hoshiko Nakamura!"

You can't help but gawk at her. Saying she is pretty would be a severe understatement. If she looks pretty on screen, it is nothing compared to what she looks like off screen. You look at your desk partner to see if he is thinking the same. Wakatoshi, however, seems to simply be listening to the teacher.

"Miss Nakamura, I'm sure you will have no problem settling in here. To kind of help you settle in this new environment, I was thinking of seating you next to Ushijima as I believe you two have met before at some of the national events."

The teacher might as well have thrown a bus at you and it would have felt just about the same as you do now.

Hoshiko's face lights up. "That would be great. Wakatoshi-kun has always been a delight to be with. Thank you for having me," she says and bows.

Did she just call him by his first name?

"Ah, Y/N, sorry for springing this on you so suddenly. I wanted to get a hold of you before morning class but couldn't. I hope it's not a problem," the teacher says.

You force a polite smile. "It's not a problem at all," you say and start packing your bag.

Hoshiko walks up to the desk and waits patiently for you to gather your stuff, thanking you again.

Your legs feel heavy as you take the empty seat diagonal to them in the adjacent row.

I'm panicking for no reason. They just know each other from an event. It makes sense to make her sit with a familiar and safe person, given her popularity. Yes, Wakatoshi is definitely the ideal choice in this scenario. He is not someone who would be creepy in any sense. He's also strong and intimidating so it would keep the creeps away. It's fine. It'll be fine. Nothing is going to happen between them... right?

"Wakatoshi-kun, I'm so glad I got to sit next to you," she says, smiling at him, speaking loud enough for people sitting nearby to hear.

"Actually, if I'm being honest, when I decided to come back to my hometown to complete my studies, I knew I wanted to go to Shiratorizawa immediately," she continues.

"Of course. Shiratorizawa is the best school in the prefecture. It's only natural to want to study here," Ushijima says, completely seriously.

Hoshiko blushes. "Ah... that is not what I meant... nevermind," she says, causing the guy behind them to burst into laughter.

It seems like the hollow sensation growing in your stomach is here to stay.

It has been two months since the day Hoshiko joined your school. With Ushijima going to school earlier than usual and practicing late into the night for the Inter High preliminaries, he hasn't been able to spend much time with you lately. Normally, this wouldn't have bothered you because you could see him in class everyday but with Hoshiko now taking your place, you barely get to say more than hi to him.

However, with the prelims now over and the upcoming week-long break ahead, you're hoping to get some one-on-one time with him once again. All these years with him have made him such an intrinsic part of your daily life that it feels like something big is missing when he's not around. To the world, Wakatoshi Ushijima might be a lot of things. But to you, Wakatoshi Ushijima is home. He is comfort. He is strength. He is someone that you know like the back of your own hand. He is someone that your heart always keeps coming back to. He is the only love you have ever known.

You know that he doesn't share the same feelings for you. But that doesn't stop your heart from longing for him.

The lessons for the day are over and you walk back to your class, eager to pack your bag and go home with Ushijima. You wonder if he'll want to go to the park in the evening.

"She's asking him out! She's asking him out!"

"No WAY! I am SO jealous."

A small crowd has gathered around the window and they're whispering amongst themselves as they look outside.

"Man, that Ushiwaka is so lucky! He gets to date the most beautiful girl in the entire country."

"I mean… he is in the nation's top 3 aces and an under 19 representative of Japan. Not to mention he's tall and strong and good looking. They're actually perfect for each other."

Your heart drops down to your feet.

You look out the window and find yourself looking at Hoshiko and Ushijima standing a ways away from the school building. They're in a quiet, secluded spot and Hoshiko seems to be blushing as she says something to him. You see him nod and say something in return. Hoshiko's face lights up in pure delight and even though they are at a distance, you can hear the joy in her voice.

"No way!!!! He said yes?? I thought he wasn't interested in girls!"

"Goddamn it! There goes my chance!"

You feel dizzy as you watch the two of them walk back to school together.

No. This can't be. You have always known that he doesn't like you that way. But you thought he wasn't interested in dating at all.

No. You shouldn't make any assumptions just yet. These gossip mongers are messing with your head. For all you know, he could have said yes to being in a show or something. You shouldn't despair before you hear the truth from him.

You blink back your tears and run to your class. Thankfully, it's empty. You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself and wait. Both of them soon appear in the hallway. The crowd surrounds them instantly, wanting to drown them in questions but Ushijima breaks away from them easily and walks towards the class. He comes up to you.

"Y/N. I'm sorry I won't be able to come to the park today."

It's true.

"Hoshiko and I are going to watch this new movie playing at the theatre-"

He's going on a date with her.

"Apparently it has a lot of volleyball in it-"

He's going on a date with h-

"You should join us."

Huh?

"What?"

"I figured you might like it since you play volleyball with me even though you don't play it otherwise."

What? What? What?? What is happening right now??

Ushijima patiently waits for your answer.

"Uh... Whose idea was it to go to the movie?"

"Nakamura's. Why?"

"And how did she bring up the idea?"

"Well, I was returning from the club and she asked to speak to me in private. And then she told me about the movie and if I wanted to watch it with her."

He didn't get it.

"Ah... Toshi... I'm pretty sure she was asking you out on a date."

His eyes widen with surprise.

"A... date? But she never said she had romantic feelings for me."

Could this mean...? Can I hope...?

"Well, her asking you out on the date was her way of saying it."

"I see. I didn't realise. Thank you for telling me. In that case, I should tell her my feelings for her as well."

He has feelings for her.

Your heart shatters.

You're glad that he walks out right away because you couldn't have stopped your tears from coming out even if you wanted to. You run out of the back door, desperate to get far away.

I guess I was the problem all this time. I just wasn't someone you could look at that way.

You had always known that. You had always known that he didn't feel for you the way you did. But that hadn't stopped you from falling for him. Hard. How could you have not? Eight years of knowing him... You didn't even realise when you fell for him. Loving him just came so naturally to you.

Logically, it makes sense. They make sense. She is beautiful and tall and smart. And so is he. They are the type of couple who would be featured on the cover of a magazine. Which, given their career trajectories, is bound to happen sooner or later.

But the heart doesn't care for logic and at this moment you feel like it will actually burst from the amount of pain you're feeling.

You spend the rest of the evening and the entire night crying in your room.

Morning comes and you feel worse than ever. Your head is throbbing, your nose is stuffy and your eyes are swollen. You decide to skip school. It's the last day before break anyway. Maybe this break will be good for you. It will give you some time to adjust to everything and compose yourself.

You go back to bed and sleep through the entire day.

You thought you'd feel better after getting some rest but you still feel like shit.

You drag yourself out of bed. Your entire body feels like it weighs ten times more.

Maybe a shower and some fresh air will do you good.

You head out.

No matter how much you try to think of something else, your mind keeps coming back to him. Your eyes keep searching for him. You look in the direction of his room. The curtains are open and you can see it is empty.

Of course he's not home yet. He's probably out with her again.

Even though it's barely a minute away, you feel exhausted by the time you reach the park. Thankfully, it is empty.

You sit on one of the swings and look around. Most of your memories with Ushijima are tied to this park. This is where you both have spent the majority of your last eight years together.

All the sweet memories make you tear up again.

"You didn't come to school today."

You were so lost in your head that you didn't realise when he walked up to you. You blink back your tears.

"Oh... hi. Yeah, I - I wasn't feeling very well today," you say, not meeting his eye.

"You seem upset."

He noticed.

"Oh... I'm fine. Really. It's just been a rough day. It's nothing to worry about," you say, still evading his gaze.

He sits on the swing next to you. You look to the side and see he has a volleyball in his lap.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You quickly avert your gaze again.

"No."

"I see. Well, would you like me to distract you? Talk about something else?"

It is getting harder to keep your tears in check. You're sure your voice will crack if you speak. You just nod.

"You would've liked the movie. It wasn't as focused on volleyball as Nakamura said it would-"

Great. He's chosen the worst topic he could have talked about. You don't want to hear about his date. You need to change the topic. Quickly.

"What are you doing here?" you blurt out the one question that has been weighing on your mind ever since he came here.

"What do you mean? I came here to play volleyball with you."

"I- I mean... I thought you would spend your free time with Ho-Hoshiko from now."

"Why would I do that?"

"B- because you're d-dating her?" Your voice cracks.

"I am not dating Nakamura."

What?

"What do you mean you're not dating her? I thought you liked her. Didn't you go on a date with her yesterday?"

"I do like her. Just not romantically. And no, I went to watch the movie with Tendou. She had already bought the tickets so I bought them from her. I wanted to watch it with you but you went home. "

"But... you left to tell her your feelings for her..."

"I did. I wanted to clarify that I only feel for her as a friend. It was only thanks to you that I was able to tell her in time before I ended up hurting her unintentionally."

"I...see..."

Relief floods your heart. You suddenly feel a hundred pounds lighter. You finally gather the courage to look at him. He is looking right back at you.

"Can I ask you something?" you say, your lower lip trembling.

"Of course."

"Do you have romantic feelings for anyone?"

You instantly regret speaking up as soon as the question leaves your mouth. You know he never lies. And if he doesn't feel the same w-

"Yes. You."

You stare at him blankly.

It's subtle but his expression has changed from completely serious to something a little softer. You can't quite place what it is. Is it concern? nervousness? Adoration?

"R-really? You like me? Romantically?"

"Yes."

"Since when?"

"Ah," he rubs his chin, "I'm not sure..."

You're still having difficulty believing that any of this is real.

"You know," he continues, "After my father, you were the first person who ever wanted to play with me."

He points towards the corner of the park. "I was practicing against that wall that day when you came up to me. Do you remember?"

"Of course I remember. I can never forget that day."

"So many people have come and gone from my life but you have been with me for so long that, I guess somewhere along the way I just assumed you would stay forever. Which, I now realise, I shouldn't have."

He feels the same. He has always felt the same.

"Toshi?"

He turns to you again.

"I love you."

He breaks into a soft smile.

"I love you too."

Holyshit this was a ride. I'm glad I wrote this and I hope you guys enjoy.

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violette-hue · 1 year

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Summary: You get stuck in an elevator with the person you possibly hate the most. . . Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Trigger Warning: unprotected sex, trapped in an elevator, language (?), arrogance, smut without a plot, not proof read, **aged up character(s)**

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Found this bad boy from my old blog in my google drives. I hope you guys enjoy the bread *muah*

**minors. and ageless blogs do not interact**

Things literally could not have ended up worse. There you were, trapped in an elevator with the ultimate douche bag: Ushijima Wakatoshi. Why the hell did he have to be so blunt all the time? Or so cocky? Has this man never heard of being humble?

You crossed your arms over your chest, leaning against the elevator wall far from said douche bag. You huffed in annoyance for the uptenth time, earning another pointed glare from Ushijima.

“Huffing won’t make the elevator work, Y/N,” he stated matter of factly.

You rolled your eyes. “It seems it won’t make you disappear either,” you retorted, a bit of bite to your tone.

Ushijima stared down at you and you couldn’t quite pinpoint the look he was giving you. It seemed to be a mixture of annoyance and something else..? His features were hard, but his eyes were soft.

You tore your eyes away from him, not wanting to see him look down at you for god knows how long you’d be in this elevator. You pulled out your phone for some company, only to find zero bars. Great, just what you needed. Tense silence with a man you hated.

You huffed again. How the hell had you gotten into this situation? Oh. That’s right. The both of you were on your way to a dinner party with the team. You weren’t the manager or anything, but you helped out a lot since your uncle was the coach.

When you arrived in the parking garage, you opted to take the elevator up since you weren’t too keen on walking up stairs in heels. That’s when Ushijima showed up. He passed the elevator and had done a double take. You could tell he was debating on whether or not he should join you, and, before the doors could close, he stepped inside.

You mentally cursed yourself for not pressing the closed door button as you adjusted your champagne slip dress. True, it was only a dinner, but your uncle had chosen one of the fanciest restaurants in town and the occasion was black tie. You assumed there would be some sort of after party once the dinner was over.

You stole a glance at Ushijima, looking him up and down. You’d be lying if you said he didn’t look good in that suit. He looked very good. Instead of wearing a basic white button down with his suit, he wore a black turtleneck. You subconsciously bit your lip as your eyes trailed over his toned arms that were very noticeable in his dressing. Your eyes trailed up and met his gaze and you quickly looked away, red dusting your cheeks. You saw him smirk from your peripherals and you scowled. Of course he would be a douche about catching you checking him out.

“Do I make you uncomfortable?” he asked after a moment of silence.

“Yes,” you answered, not daring to look towards him.

You heard him grunt and shuffle. “Why?” he questioned. You heard him step towards you and you tensed up.

“You’re a douche bag. You only care about yourself and you think you’re so much better than others,” you answered. The more you spoke, the more angry you became. “You’re so cocky and rude and...and arrogant! And for what? You’d be a lot more attractive if you just were a bit more humble!” Your breathing was ragged, your chest heaving. You were fully looking at him now, your eyes boring into his olive orbs.

You searched his face for any sort of emotion. He was frowning and his eyes were no longer soft. Instead, they were dark and roamed down your body.

“Is that what you truly think of me?” he asked, the question coming out low and soft.

“Yes,” you breathed, sticking out your chin.

He shook his head. “I don't mean to be so arrogant. I know my talent and my worth, much like you, Y/N…” he trailed off. “Please forgive me if I’ve made myself unbearable.”

You only just realized the lack of space between the two of you. Your chest was brushing against his with every breath you took and your faces were mere inches away from each other. You looked down to his lips, your mouth salivating at the thought of kissing him and having your way with him in this elevator. You snapped back to reality, shocked at your lewd thoughts.

You pushed him away, growling softly. “Oh shut up! Don’t try and be nice now—god what the fuck is your problem?! You—you’re so—URGH!”

You crossed your arms over your chest and shoved yourself in the corner of the elevator, breathing heavily. You were so worked up and you had no idea why. Why was he getting you so angry so easily? You dared take another glance at him and instantly regretted it. You were met with another smirk, this time wider.

“I’m what?” Ushijima asked, stepping closer to you.

You shook your head, a lump forming in your throat. You didn’t trust yourself to speak, least you say something you’d regret. You instinctively backed further into the corner, looking anywhere but him. You could feel him looming over you--his eyes boring down into you. You shifted your stance, feeling suddenly small and heated. Why...why were you so heated?

“I’m. What?” he repeated, smirking a bit. He stepped even closer to you, tracing your jaw with a finger and tipping your chin up to look at him. “Look at me,” he ordered.

Your eyes flicked up to him, his words making your core throb. You cursed yourself for deciding not to wear underwear, feeling your wetness drip down your thigh. You examined his features, your eyes tracing over his eyes, then his lips. You wanted to kiss him so bad...to feel his warmth on you and his cock in you. Subconsciously, you puffed your chest out to show off your cleavage. You noticed his eyes trail down to your chest, then trail back up, stopping at your lips.

“Truly, you’re such an infuriating woman,” he admitted, cupping the back of your neck and placing his lips on yours before you could respond.

You stood there, shocked, but quickly kissed him back. His hands trailed down to your waist, pulling your hips flush against his. You let out a small gasp as you felt his hardness against you, the movement of your lips allowing Ushijima to slip in his tongue. He pulled you closer, his large hands settling on your ass, the fabric of your dress barely guarding you from his warmth. Ushijima squeezed your ass, pulling you even closer.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful…” Ushijima murmured against your lips.

Your eyes flickered up to his, your hands trailing down his chest and to his belt. He watched you fumble with the buckle and helped you pull his trousers down. His bulge seemed bigger now that he was only covered with his boxer briefs. You stroked his length through his boxers and palmed him, eliciting a soft groan from Ushijima. God, you really didn’t want to get dirty in an elevator, but at this point, your cunt was practically begging for it.

Ushijima grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away from his crotch and swiftly picking you up. He gripped your thighs and pinned you up against the elevator wall, his lips attaching to your neck. He sucked on the sensitive spot on your neck, earning a small moan from you. The position you were in caused your dress to hike up your thighs, your pretty pussy on display for Ushijima. He trailed his fingers down over your folds.

“You’re so wet already,” he mumbled, pecking your lips. “All this for my cock?”

You huffed, your chest puffing out again. “Well what if it was?” you asked, pursing your lips.

Ushijima let out a deep chuckle, pushing past your folds and softly circling over your clit. Your hips bucked up and you moaned, throwing your head back. His lips attached to your neck once more, adding a bit more pressure to your clit.

“U-Ushijima, please…” you whined, rolling your hips up. “The elevators can be fixed at any--HAH!” You were interrupted by a loud moan as Ushijima eased his cock inside you.

Ushijima was a tall man, his features larger than most, but you hadn’t expected his cock to be this big. As he pushed himself deeper inside you, you felt every inch of his cock stretch you out. You gripped his biceps, your nails digging into the fabric of his white pressed shirt. He thrust into you, picking up a hard pace. With each thrust, he buried himself deeper inside you until your clit met his pelvis each time. He was pounding into you, the lewd noises of your sopping cunt and his balls slapping against each other filling the room.

Your puffy walls clenched around him as your orgasm built in your abdomen. If Ushijima kept up this pace, you’d surely come undone soon. He adjusted his stance, snapping his hips into you at a different angle and hitting your g-spot. You screamed out his name, nails raking down his arms.

“F-Fuck, I’m close,” Ushijima breathed against your neck, thrusting into you harder.

You bit his shoulder, a scream coming out of your lips as your walls fluttered around his cock. You desperately tried to hold on a bit longer, but the pressure in your abdomen was too much, causing you to squirt on his cock. Ushijima thrust a few more times, cuming inside you. He stilled his hips as he painted your walls white and breathed heavily.

You tilt your head back against the cold metal wall, your legs trembling and your breathing labored. “Fuck,” you let out, chuckling. “The minute you pull out and set me on this floor, your cum is gonna drip down my leg…”

Ushijima let out a chuckle and pulled out. “I have a handkerchief in my pocket,” he said, adjusting his trousers and buckling his belt once more.

You shifted, feeling his cum start to travel down your thigh and grabbed his handkerchief. You quickly cleaned yourself up and jolted as the elevator began to move once more. You looked at Ushijima, smiling as you watched him fix his tie.

Maybe you didn’t hate him as much as you thought.

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strawberrykake · 2 years

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bf that looks v intimidating and has a brooding gaze when he’s in public but the moment he sees you, his eyes light up like a child

—USHIJIMA, Tsukishima, KAGEYAMA, Kunimi, Iwaizumi, Aran, HYAKUZAWA, Kuroo, AONE, Asahi, WASHIO, KIRYU, Tanaka

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dokifluffs · 1 year

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Reaction to Their Kid(s) Reacting to Their Cardboard Cutout | Ushijima, Sakusa

Pairings: Ushijima X Reader (female), Sakusa X no one, he’s a dilf

Genre: domestic fluff tehe ehe

Author’s Note: dilf sakusa barkbark get fed

Hinata, Bokuto // Kageyama, Atsumu

gif from @rivaillerose

Wakatoshi:

The whole country buzzed as the world began to watch Japan as there was only less than a week until the olympics that had been pushed back a whole year, was finally happening

Energy, pressure, excitement was picking up in everyone, especially the Japan Volleyball team, all for everyone except your husband - or at least that’s what it seemed like to you

He was always calm and composed, his face stoic but you knew inside he did feel something - he wasn’t just a statue people assumed him to be

Team practices had surrpisng;y been the same, although you did think that they would be extended or longer since it was the olympics after all

But no

Today was Sunday, a rare rest day before your husband would be off at the games, playing multiple until there were only 2 teams left, where only one team would prove to be the best in the world

The two of your guys’ hands were being held by your three year old son as he ran and would jump while you two would swing him occasionally

But everything about today felt so nice - Sundays were just so nice, like nothing could go wrong when you got to be with your small family

The cafe door chimed as the two of you walked in, finding it surprisingly empty

“Welcome~” the baristas welcomed the three of you as your son bounced around your side, holding your hand

“Good morning,” the two of you greeted as you two stood, looking at the menu, reading through the options to see what would be good

“Papa, I wanna see,” your son whined, his cheeks puffy and lips pouty as he tugged on his dad’s fingers

“Alright,” he lips pulled into a light smile as he lifted his son, holding him against his side

The little boy was curious as he peered over, holding onto his dad’s shirt as he looked behind the glass, eyes gluing themselves into the sweet pastries and cake pops that were assorted beautifully for display

He pointed, eyes wide but staying silent as he just looked, wanting the sweets but it was far too early for such sweetness

You and Toshi had ordered your guys’ breakfasts before finding a comfortable booth deeper inside the cafe

It was so nice with their false floral decorum strung up and wrapped around the wooden beams, giving it a nice natural aesthetic although the location was in the midst of the city

There were also even cardboard cutouts of the Japan volleyball team, through only a few, and Wakatoshi stood in the dining area, “smiling”

Yet the cafe was surprisingly empty, except for the baristas so it didn’t take long at all for the food to come out after a short wait, with the porridges and egg sandwiches and hot coffees and juice for S/N

The three of you got to eating, taking your sweet time to simply enjoy each other’s company’s after quite a long time

Occasionally, your son would stare at either you or Toshi, silently signaling how he wanted a bite of your guys’s food even though it was the same as his but but two would take turns, feeding him a bite to satisfy him

When the food was done and the table was cleared, aside from the coffee, you two talked about errands to go, maybe a walk around to just really feel like life was as simple as possible

You really missed your husband despite him being right there, right here in front of you but you could feel yourself slowly healing, filling back up the longer his olive green eyes looked into your own, witnessing his pupils dilate whenever you spoke or when you reached your hand and intertwined your fingers with his before he covered both of your guys’ hand with his other one

He really had you falling in love with him all over again

And then there was the human embodiment of your guys’ love

Your son scooted himself safely off the short chair and walked over to the cardboard cutout of your husband and stood at his legs, his small head leaned back to look all the way up the board

“Papa, you’re here too.” The little boy turned around and pointed up as the son smiled a little before turning back

“Indeed.” Your husband smiled as his hands squeezed around yours, his touch so warm as it had always been

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Sakusa:

“Ready for this, baby?” He looked down to his daughter who followed him, smiling and looking up to him with grabby hands

“Atta girl,” he smiled through his mask as he pulled it down and knelt before the walker

He applied sunscreen to her precious face, maybe putting a little too much over her chubby cheeks but better to be safe than sorry

Plus he just couldn’t get used to how puffy and soft they were

“You got little mocha cheeks, moch,” he scrunched his nose as he playfully pinched her cheeks, wanting to bite them out of how cute they were to which she just smiled at the comments

But there was also a subtle brush of pride in him that surfaced knowing that this was his baby

This adorable little girl that had dark, curly/ wavy hair like him was his baby

He carefully put on her sun hat, making sure it didn’t pull on her hair or hurt her head in any way

And finally, put on her own little mask that he handmade after painstakingly pricking himself with the needle but watched and learned how to make face masks for kids

It was secure enough that she wouldn’t breathe in anything harmful to her but loose enough so she could breathe easily

He slid the door onto the backyard open, his body hunched toward the ground as his daughter held his hand as he led her out the door and onto the patio

on the other hand, held his cardboard cutout at an arms distance away, along with a bottle of disinfectant spray, walking to lay it onto the grass, which he covered a plot of it with a tarp

He laid himself down in the sun as his daughter stood behind him, a few feet away

The edges of his rubber gloves slapped his wrists as he shook the disinfectant spray can

He sprayed the cardboard cutout with the disinfectant before letting it lay in the sun for a bit, even wondering why he had listened to bokuto and atsumu on taking it home, especially with the pandemic

He sighed knowing there was absolutely no use for it

And then he felt the familiar feel of his daughter hold onto his leg and she shyly got closer

Kiyoomi looked down as a gentle breeze blew through, making the grass in the yard move in a wave as his little girl’s hair was all in her face, her hat no longer on her head and on the floor on the patio

He removed his gloves as he squatted down to clear the hair from her face

“There you go,” he smiled a bit as she rest her dainty hands on his leg, staring at the cardboard cutout of her dad

“Papa,” she spoke quietly, her voice kind of muffled through the fabric of the mask as she pointed, squatting down beside kiyoomi before looking back up to him, squinting cause of the bright sun

“Why’d you take off your hat, germ?” He scoffed lightly as he raised his hand above her head, providing shade for her face from the sun

Still in her squatting position, she waddled closely and tested the waters, extending her finger to the cardboard cutout of kiyoomi and looked back

“Mmhm, that’s me..” he dodged before his eyes fell back on the thing… there really was no use for it.. sigh

She patted her hand on her dad’s cardboard cheek, mesmerized by it

Kiyoomi watched as she tilted her head back and forth as another breeze blew by, making her short hair dance in the wind

But also thankfully, the disinfectant spray had dried so it was perfectly safe for her to touch

The two of them stayed squatted in the grass, feeling the summer sun’s warmth and breeze come and go

But she had been looking at his cardboard face a little too long

“Hey, butterfly.” He gently tapped onto her back, getting her to turn around and lose her balance, making her sit on the grass

“Is that papa?”

She processed what he had asked and looked back to it then back to him and nodded

“Who am I then?” He pointed to himself, pulling down his mask

“Papa.” She said, standing herself up and walking over to him, standing in between his squatted legs as she held onto his shirt

He brushed off the dust and grass off her bottom

“Who’s the better papa, then?”

“You!” She jumped, making a smile spread across his lips as he pulled her in to hug her, pressing a kith to her chubby mochi cheeks

“Hm, what a smart little butterfly,” he hummed before lifting her up into his arms to bring her inside

“Let’s change and eat some lunch.” He walked back in, leaving his cardboard cutout outside

~~~~~ Thanks for reading! Masterlist for more! Please do not repost anywhere else!

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atsuwiee · 11 months

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ushijima “diba sinabi ko umuwi ka na?” wakatoshi.

⋆.✧̣̇˚. | hindi mo rin alam ba’t siya ganito e, basta nalang sumusulpot pag nasa school ka tas late na.

genre: senior!ushijima wakatoshi au, short oneshot, fluff warnings: grammatical errors, not proofread, written in filipino/tagalog

xian’s note: senior ushijima brainrot bc i’m missing my senior crush na mag graduate na hay

“hindi ba sabi ko umuwi ka na?” you hear the familiar voice and look towards it. “oh ikaw nanaman?” oo, siya nanaman. “uwi ka na sabi e, tignan mo mag didilim na tas nandito ka pa” sabi ni ushijima. nasa organization room ka pa, inaayos yung gamit para sa next event, kaya napa-late ka nanaman na uwi.

“eh ikaw ba’t nandito ka pa?” “may training kasi ako, alam mo na ‘yun”

daming eme naman neto sa buhay, you sighed and cleaned up the room muna. “y/n sabay na…” napalingon ka uli, ay org-mate mo lang pala. he stopped sa entrance ng room, standing next to ushijima, he was small compared to him.

“…tayo” he finished what he said napatingin lang so ushijima sainyong dalawa. “sasama na siya sakin,” sabi naman ni ushijima. “huy—?” sabi mo naman tas tumango nalang ‘tong org-mate mo. “ay oh sige, ingat kayo!” sabi niya, tas umalis na rin.

“ba’t mo ba sila tinatakot?” “‘di ko man ah, not my fault they get intimidated by me”

nga naman, ‘di kasalanan ni ushijama ba’t sila natatakot sakanya, napatawa ka nalang. “hatid na kita,” sabi ni ushijima at tuluyan pumasok sa room. “hindi na kaya ko na ‘to, may training ka pa diba?” sabi mo na patanong, he didn’t mind what you just said, acting as if wala siyang narinig.

“akin na bag mo,” sabi niya. “‘di kaya ko na nga ‘to—“ sinabi mo sabay kuha sa bag mo. “sabi ko akin na, ‘wag ka na makulit, hahatid na kita.” sinabi ni ushijima sabay kuha sa bag mo na hawak hawak mo kanina. “dilim na nga eh tas gusto mo umuwi ka pa mag isa” he muttered pero rinig na rinig mo pa ‘din. “sorry po,” sabi ko sabay tawa na rin habang palabas na kami ng school.

“‘wag ka nga nag p-po sa’kin, you’re making me sound old” kontra ni ushijima. “eh mas matanda ka naman talaga sa’kin ah?” sinabi ko, kasama na rin ng tawa. “senior ka na kasi… sus,” you say with a little ‘tsk’ sound.

“you’ll just miss me once i graduate,” sabi niya sabay tawa, he isn’t like this always, pero moments like this always get you hooked onto him. “ma-feeling!” you say with a small laugh.

tinignan ka lang ni ushijima, but his gaze— it was a sweet gaze. mas bumilis pa pag tibok ng puso niya pag nakikita niya ang ngiti mo.

corny niya ‘no? lakas maka haitd sundo sa’yo kala mo jowa mo na. eh wala siguro pakipot lang ‘to o gusto niya pa ng pogi points para makuha naman puso mo.

the laughter died down pero one question stays im ushijima’s mind and that is,

“y/n, pwede ba kita ligawan?”

#atsuwiee #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu oneshots #haikyuu fluff #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima wakatoshi fluff #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima imagines #ushijima fluff #ushijima x you #ushijima wakatoshi x you #filipino au

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myelocin · 2 years

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lemon flavored scones | ushijima wakatoshi.

summary: he is forty five, and love tastes like lemon.

the word love dissolves in his mouth at age forty five, for what feels like the nth time. only now, he tastes it. the consonants and vowels of your name, and the aftertaste of lemon from that scone he always hears you talk about from that corner store down the road.

ushijima doesn’t remember the name or the specifics, the look of the scone, but he tastes it now.

love is a burst of lemon, the first and last letter of your name, and the scent of your scarf bundled up to your neck at this winter. and this morning, upon the daily five minute reminiscing he has over his morning coffee, he was seventeen and sounding out love, thinking the face is his classmate who sat in front of him during his last year. it wasn’t. love was the illusion that spring’s sakura brought in shades of pink. and over lunch, he was twenty five, and clapping at satori’s wedding, thinking that perhaps all love would ever be are the fruit of his passions staring at him in front of a mirror, hanging as gold on shelves. then at the stoplight, on the way to you, he was thirty seven, walking alone down the same road that he walked just an hour ago, thinking that the height of his love, in this world, would just be a word in his mouth that dissolves and stops. that there would never be a taste at the moment, and an aftertaste to be remembered. a flicker, a sample, a light tug, but never that pull.

so it’s funny, that at forty five-- today, and right now, love is sparked with a taste and a sight. love is this start. a fumble of words, like, “did i kiss you okay?” “shall i walk you home?” and a quiet minute, before taking your cold hand in his pocket and walking with you, giddy, like he’s twenty again and on his first date.

but then again, forty five is just a number, and love can be sakura or lemon scones regardless of the season or decade. and ushijima thinks that more than anything he wishes to walk through this slowly, around the block, right beside you, so he can savor the lemon he’s never tasted until today.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #hq reader #hq x reader fluff #haikyuu x reader fluff #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima x reader #ushijima scenarios #ushijima imagines #ushijima fluff

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foranpo · 2 years

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ੈ˚★ masterpiece.

fandom: haikyuu.

characters: ushijima.

reader: gn!

genre: drabble.

content: fluff.

word count: ~900.

cole's note: recycled post #again (@.kashika) <3

ੈ♡˳────── enjoy the reading <3 ──────

Ushijima Wakatoshi, apart from volleyball, had few hobbies. Occasionally, the young ace liked to sit on a park bench and just watch the lake stream and the clouds in the sky; there were times when he preferred to be at home, scanning the various magazines that his friend Tendou Satori lent him, paying close attention to the various advertisements that filled the countless pages; there were also times when he just liked to prolong his run or venture out to a new gym.

In fact, Ushijima Wakatoshi had few hobbies; but the reality is that everything changed from the moment you walked into his life.

Being Wakatoshi a novice when it comes to feelings and expressing himself, it was always confusing for him what he felt, not being able to understand why he felt so vulnerable around you, nor understanding why he got distracted when you were not by his side. Wakatoshi was a baby when it came to feelings, but as with all babies, there was always someone who helped guide him in the right direction: and that someone was you.

You had already noticed the difference in your friend's behavior for a long time, finding it quite amusing to see Wakatoshi behaving in a totally different way, but always being the same. In fact, little has changed in Wakatoshi since feelings began to blossom in him: he was still silent, with the difference that now it was because he took pleasure in hearing you speak; he was still pretty straight forward and saying what he thought, but always getting a slight rosy tinge when he complimented you so naturally; the reality is that Wakatoshi didn't change anything about himself, just his hobbies.

Ushijima Wakatoshi was a person of habit, and as such, you had to alter your routine to find a place in his; but you didn't do it forcefully, no. As you are a person with a lot of free time, it was easy for you to find a day that you both liked: Thursday. Every week, on Thursday, Wakatoshi was always with you, sharing study sessions or cozy lunches, sometimes even strolling through the city streets with no destination set by any of you, several of his hobbies to be incorporated into your outings.

However, this Thursday, there was something different about Wakatoshi's routine and his hobbies. And he was enjoying it. A lot.

You were in a wide room, silence around you as small footsteps sounded mute through the long corridors of that museum. You were sitting on a bench in the middle of the room, Wakatoshi sitting next to you, in front of you a rather large painting, people and landscapes in an intense struggle to gain prestige in that art.

You were the one who had suggested that meeting and Wakatoshi quickly accepted: it was in a reserved, quiet environment and he could be alone with you, even though he was in the middle of other people; it was perfect. You and he had already been lost in the great works of art for almost two hours, but neither of you was counting the time; none of you cared. You were in each other's company, enjoying the beauty and chaos of artists who felt as intensely as you did.

And you had seen it all: statues, drawings, paintings. You had walked all the aisles with attention to detail, exchanging opinions, carefully admiring each work. But this one had been different; there was anger and passion in the midst of that artist's brushstrokes, longing and madness in every tone used, an urge to stop feeling expressing itself through so much confusion. And you were delighted.

You automatically sat down on the bench, mesmerized by the painting, and Wakatoshi sat next to you. Yes, it was a beautiful painting, Wakatoshi couldn't deny that, but he thought it was strange that you were in awe of that painting. You looked at that work with sparkling eyes, your expression suggesting that you had never seen anything so beautiful in your life; and Wakatoshi could only think of one thing: had you ever looked at you?

You were too wrapped up in that picture, carefully appreciating every detail, every brushstroke, every emotion; you were so submerged in that piece of art that you didn't notice Wakatoshi's intense eyes focused on you; at least, not at first. Similar to what you did with painting, Wakatoshi studied your features, decorating your every delicate feature, paying attention to your subtle expressions when you noticed something new in the painting. He could only smile at what he saw, believing you looked so perfect at the time.

You were enjoying the picture before you, and when you came out of that trance, you noticed that Wakatoshi was looking at you, and a little wave of heat quickly came over you.

“What?”, your voice came out shy, shaky, your eyes returning to focus on the painting without seeing it this time, still feeling Wakatoshi's beautiful eyes fixed on you.

“You're a masterpiece,” Wakatoshi's words came naturally, with no second thought attached to them, the pure truth spilling out of his lips, catching you off guard, making you smile with the innocence present in that statement of his.

ੈ♡˳───── feedback is appreciated <3 ─────

#;haikyuu constellation;#ushijima x reader #ushijima drabbles #ushijima imagines #ushijima oneshot #ushijima fluff #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #ushijima scenarios

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rinslove · 2 years

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HQ BOYS AS TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS (with zero explanation)

warnings: none!

autumn's note: i might do halsey next you never know (or sabrina carpenter?? i have plenty for sabrina carpenter...)

# BOKUTO KOUTARO

# MIYA ATSUMU

# KITA SHINSUKE

# SAKUSA KIYOOMI

# USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

# TERUSHIMA YUUJI

# KUROO TETSUROU

# SUNA RINTAROU

# OIKAWA TOORU

# IWAZUMI HAJIME

i was unaware there was an audio limit shoot:

# UKAI KEISHIN

i knew you were trouble

# AKAASHI KEIJI

love story

#haikyuu imagines #akaashi imagine #ukai imagine #iwazumi imagines #oikawa imagines #suna imagines #kuroo imagines #terushima images #ushijima imagines #sakusa imagines #kita imagines #atsumu imagines #bokuto imagines #haikyuu x gn!reader #hq x reader #Spotify

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rosieandthethorns · 4 months

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i don't WANT to read smut right now

i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia

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lumiinix · 1 year

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You like to call your boyfriend cute when you talk about him to your coworkers, saying things like: “He’s so cute, he cooks for me all the time!” or “My boyfriend just bought me this flower bouquet for our date! Isn’t he the cutest?” and it planted an image into your coworkers mind of your boyfriend being this soft looking guy. So they definitely didn’t expect a tall muscular guy with a face that literally embodies “if looks could kill” to walk into the building claiming to be your boyfriend and that you had asked him to pick you up. But it did help a little when you run into his arms telling how much you miss him and for a moment, they catch his hard face turned soft. Ok maybe he was a little cute.

-Sakusa, Ushijima, Kageyama, Iwaizumi, Tsukishima.

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

#lumi:post!#hq #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu fluff #ushijima x reader #ushijima fluff #kageyama x reader #kageyama fluff #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi fluff #sakusa x reader #sakusa fluff #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima fluff

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hanaonesflower · 2 years

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California colleges I think Haikyuu characters would go to (without any explanation)

We already know iwa goes to UCI, next;

Oikawa goes to Cal Poly Pomona

Bokuto goes to cal state Fullerton

Ushijima goes to UC San Diego

Konoha goes to UC Santa Cruz

Daichi goes to Cal state Long Beach (this is the most fitting imo)

Kuroo goes to UCLA (duh he’s smart af)

Tendou goes to San Diego state

Terushima goes to UC Riverside

Osamu and Atsumu go to USC

Sakusa would go to Pepperdine

Suga is a cal poly San Luis Obispo attendee purr

Kageyama is a cal state Monterey bay & I will not be debating on this topic any further thanks!

#haikyuu!! hcs #just for fun #oikawa imagines #bokuto imagines #Ushijima imagines #konoha imagines #Daichi imagines #kuroo imagines #tendou imagines #sakusa imagines #terushima imagines #osamu imagines #Atsumu imagines #Sugawara imagines #kageyama imagines

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clubkira · 6 months

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DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ

oh future husband, better love me right!

premise. the nhk gives it’s viewers a peak into the love lives of the jnt’s lineup, interviewing the future wives of the jnt to crack the secret to a happy relationship ❤︎

content. haikyu!! jnt / f!reader. (atsumu miya, rintarou suna, wakatoshi ushijima & shoyo hinata). fluff. somewhat decent relationship advice. downbad fiancés. healthy relationships(!!). suggestive moments. petnames.

soundtrack. dear future husband : meghan trainor.

part two can be read here.

dear future husband m.list. // hq. masterlist.

ATSUMU MIYA.

“after every fight, just apologize.”

“Relationship advice?” You repeat, sitting across from the NHK interviewer, mic strapped to your shirt as a camera filmed your living room. She nods, smiling while holding a microphone of her own.

“Yes! Tell us, what is the secret to a healthy relationship?”

You tilt your head, “Well, I guess I have some advice to give.” Your fingers drum against the armrest of your couch as you sit in thought, contemplating on what to tell the reporter, “hmm..”

Atsumu sitting beside you laughs, his arm slung comfortably over your shoulder, “I have some advice I’d like to give as well.”

You turn to him with a grimace. “I don’t want any young viewers following whatever is about to come out of your mouth, ‘Tsumu.”

He looks at you offended; reeling his arm back to his side, shock spelled out all over his face. “Excuse me, I’m great at romance. I romanced you, didn’t I?”

“Unfortunately,” you jest, with Atsumu exclaiming in protest, “But this isn’t just about romancing someone, ‘Tsumu. They’re asking what makes a relationship a healthy one.”

“So?” He shrugs, “A healthy relationship is one that’s full of romance.”

“I apologize for him,” you playfully tell the interviewer, ignoring the look Atsumu gives you in response, “He’s not the best at this sorta stuff.”

She merely giggles, “No worries, the players are allowed to give their own opinions as well.” Atsumu puffs his chest out, “See, babe? She said I can talk too.”

“Yeah well, just make sure to cut out whatever he says in the final broadcast,” She lets out a snort at your jab, hiding the smile that creeps onto her face behind her microphone while Atsumu shoves your shoulder in despair.

“Awe, c’mon! I’m not that bad with relationship advice!” He pouts at you, looking like a kicked puppy when he does so, “What makes you think I’m so bad at this, do you actually want to marry me, babe?”

Your eyes soften at his saddened tone, feeling slightly guilty you link your fingers with his, eyes full of love when he smiles down at your intertwined hands.

“Of course I do, ‘Tsumu.”

The camera crew awes as you turn back to face the cameras, still holding Atsumu’s hand firmly in your own, running your thumb over the smooth cut diamond ring studded band he wears on his ring finger.

“The advice I have to give viewers is; Apologize when you are wrong,” you tell the interviewer, “No matter your pride, no amount will replace your relationship. It’s never worth sacrificing your loved one just for the sake of winning an argument.”

“Uh huh, you’re one to talk about that, babe,” Atsumu rolls his neck, “You never apologize first, it’s always me who has to for you to talk to me again.”

“What are you talking about?” You look at him confused, “I’m the one who initiates the apology conversations, you’re the stubborn one out of us.”

“Nuh-uh.”

You groan, “Exactly.”

Atsumu pulls his hand out of yours, placing it on your thigh instead before facing the cameras. “But, she is right. Do not ever choose a winning an argument over your partner. It ends badly.”

“You would know,” you snort, “You give me the longest silent treatments until I coax you out of it with kisses.”

“Can we cut that out of the broadcast, please?”

You purse your lips to hide the oncoming smile until Atsumu leans forward, a handsome grin on his face as he looks directly into the rolling cameras with a newfound confidence.

“But, y’know. I do always apologize in the end, ‘cause my girl’s never wrong.”

RINTAROU SUNA.

“make time for her.”

“You see this girl?” Suna jabs a thumb in your direction from across the kitchen, leaning against the marble island lazily as the camera team nods. “Yeah, she gets constipated if I don’t give her enough attention.”

Your head perks up immediately as you shoot him a halfhearted glare, “Do not.”

“See, she’s doing it right now.” He ignores, drinking from his glass of water before setting it down on the counter, ignoring the little gasp you let out at his actions.

Rolling your eyes, you smack his arm before sliding a coaster under his drink, “Don’t scratch the marble, Rinnie. I just bought this island.”

The camera team silently giggles at the short interactions between you two, with Suna sticking his tongue out at you and in response you give him a middle finger before he turns back to face them, “Can you believe her?”

Scoffing, you enter the camera frame beside him, “Don’t bring them into this, Rinnie.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“I’m your fiancée.”

Suna opens his mouth to argue before shutting it promptly, “Good point.”

One of the crew members holds a sign from behind the cameras, indicating to get the interview back on topic. “Why would you ever ask her for relationship advice?” Suna chuckles, “I was the one who made the first move.”

“The interview is for the fiancée’s of the JNT, Mr. Suna,” the interviewer reminds him, “But the players are welcome to voice their own opinions as well.”

Suna stretches his arm behind his back with a yawn, a sliver of his abdomen peeking out from underneath his home shirt before disappearing quickly, “Well in that case, allow me to voice this opinion—”

You slap a hand over his mouth before he can begin, “Nope, didn’t you hear them? This is my interview, Rinnie.”

“Buhf dey shaid I can shpeak too, affhole." Suna glares from behind your hand, removing it from his mouth with a groan. “Did you even wash your hand? Tastes gross.”

“Why did you lick my hand?”

“We’ve done freakier things than that and that’s what you’re worried about?”

Your words get lodged in your throat, sputtering out hurriedly, “This is going on T.V, Rinnie!”

He looks to you with a smug smile, “Yeah, and I can’t wait to rewatch this interview and see your reaction again later.”

Your fists clench momentarily before taking a deep breath, relaxing yourself and facing the cameras with a smile. “Anyways, some relationship advice I’d give to anyone watching; make time for your spouse.”

Suna nods along to your words, “Mhm, I think that’s the most important thing in a relationship.”

“Shut up, Rinnie.”

“Ouch,” he fakes a stab through his heart, monotonous eyes but a playful grin on his lips. “I talk for two seconds and you tell your dear fiancé to shut up?”

You shake your head towards him jokingly, continuing to talk to the interviewer, “A healthy relationship means you spend time with your loved ones, and your spouse should be the most loved person in your life.”

The reporter nods, “I see, I see, what do you suggest to our viewers the best ways to spend quality time with their lover?”

“In bed.” Suna chimes in immediately, earning another smack on the shoulder from you. “What?” He looks at you with a knowing grin, “Oh, you— I didn’t mean like that, oh my god you’re sooo dirty minded.”

He chuckles, “I meant like cuddling, laying in bed together, watching movies. Y’know, wholesome things.”

“Nothing is wholesome with you,” you exasperate, speaking from personal experience. “But yes, those are great ways to spend times with your lover. They’re good times to bond with them, or just relax and unwind after a long day.”

“Yeah, after a gruelling day of practice, it’s nice to come home and lay in her arms,” Suna motions to you before leaning his head on your shoulder, his grin now replaced with a small but gentle smile. “She’s all I want to see after practice.”

“Wow,” you tease, leaning your head atop his, “and where did you learn to be so smooth, hm? Are you just playing it up for the cameras, Rinnie?”

Suna snickers, hands crossed over his chest relaxed, “I would never,” he says before mumbling close to your ear.

“I just, really like to spend time with you.”

WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA.

“treat her like a lady.”

“My fiancé is out right now at the gym,” you inform the NHK station crew, their camera men follow you inside your house for the opening shots of the broadcast. “Make yourselves comfortable while you wait.”

The interviewer settles himself on a seat at your dining table as you reach for the vase of flowers atop, moving into the kitchen to pour the old water out of their vase, careful to not spill any over your kitchen counter as you refill the container with fresh water from your tap.

Refreshing the water, you carefully place the flowers back into their vase before rearranging them neatly, coming back out of the kitchen to place them back on your table and adjusting them accordingly as the interviewer watches amazed.

“Those flowers are very lovely,” he notes softly, almost as if any louder of a volume would disturb the plants, “Did you fiancé happen to get them for you?”

You smile, “yes, he did,” recalling the first time he got you a bouquet, on your first date many years ago.

“‘Toshi knows I love flowers.”

The soft click of the lock to your house causes you to perk your head up in familiarity, the frame of your fiancé’s figure coming into view as you see him placing his shoes down beside your door before coming inside.

“Welcome home, dear,” you call out to him from the kitchen, one of the camera crew’s members break off to film your fiancé as he enters the home. He drops his gym bag to the floor beside your couch, removing his jacket and hanging it on your coatrack before passing through the halls of your shared home to get to you.

Ushijima shuffles his way into the kitchen, passing by the camera crew and approaching you from behind, hugging you as his hands are wrap around your stomach, head dropping into the crook of your shoulder.

You lean into his touch, his freshly showered hair smells of the shampoo the two of you use.

“Are you showing them the flowers I got you?” He asks, eying the pretty arrangement of flowers on the table. The cameras zoom in to take a closer shot at the flowers, noting the vibrancy of the colours and the lack of thorns adorning the stems.

You and the reporter nod, Ushijima lets a small smile settle on his face. “She told me they were her favourites,” he tells the reporter.

“Hm,” he hums before turning to you, microphone extending outwards. “is that your relationship advice for the viewers then? Giving your loved one gifts?”

You shake your head quickly, “Oh, no! No, that’s not my advice— Of course, do get your partner gifts if you know they’ll enjoy them.” Ushijima straightens up, hands snaking around your waist to stand beside you as the cameras pan out to record the both of you in the same shot.

“‘Toshi just really likes to get me little things,” you smile, reminicing on all the times your eyes barely glazed over something in a store front before he was scrambling inside the shop to buy it for you, despite your pleas.

“But gifts do not have to be expensive,” You reassure the viewers again, “just little trinkets that remind you of your partner will be enough.”

Ushijima nods before lifting your hand up to the camera, showing off the engagement ring with a large diamond displayed proudly atop it. “Yes, but I do like to splurge when it comes to her.”

You retract your hand quickly, warily eying your fiancé, “‘Toshi! Don’t make the viewers think they need to buy people’s happiness with expensive gifts!”

His head tilts unsurely, “My love, do you not like the ring I got you?”

“I-I do! When did I ever say I didn’t?”

His eyes crinkle slightly in concern, “Then why are you hiding our engagement ring from the viewers?”

“Because,” you sigh, “I don’t want young, inexperienced lovers to think they need something like a huge, flashy engagement ring to be loved by someone.”

“But you deserve the best,” he rebuffs, “There is nothing I wouldn’t buy for you if you asked.”

“‘Toshi.. this isn’t really helping our case…”

The reporter turns to Ushijima, “Even though this is a special for the JNT fiancées, the players are allowed to give their own insight.” He informs your soon-to-be husband, “Do you have anything else to add for our viewers?”

Ushijima thinks for a moment, silent in thought as you look to your fiancé, and the sight of his matching engagement ring twinkling under the bright studio lights filling your home catches your eye all too quickly.

“Do you have anything you want to say, ‘Toshi?” You nudge his shoulder slightly when he continues to remain quiet, an encouraging smile on your lips.

He nods, bringing the hand with your ring on it before giving the intricately cut diamond a kiss, his piercing eyes gazing deep into yours, causing your face to heat up fervently at his wolfish grin.

“Treat your partner the best that you can, like the lady she is and deserves to be treated as.”

SHOYO HINATA.

“don’t forget your anniversaries!”

Shoyo’s leg bounces feverishly as the reporter speaks to you casually, unable to contain his excitement at being asked to join you for this broadcasted interview special.

His grin is wide, beaming whenever you sneak small glances at him whenever the reporter looks down at their cue cards of start up questions to ease into the conversation, before the real topic is brought up.

“Do you have any relationship advice for our viewers?”

You’re about to speak until Shoyo interrupts you, quite literally flying out of his seat while brightly smiling as his hand grasps yours with a tight grip, “I do, I do!”

The reporter chortles, smiling at his tactics, “Thank you, Mr. Hinata. But this interview is specifically for your fiancée.” Shoyo’s face sullens lightly until he speaks again, “But you’re allowed to give your own thoughts when she’s done.”

Shoyo slumps back into his seat dejectedly as you rub his back comfortingly, “Sorry, Sho. But just let me speak first, okay?” His pout is replaced instantaneously at your words with the usual smile he holds when around you, “Alright, baby!”

You look towards the reporter, hand still clasped in Shoyo’s securely. “Here is my advice for a healthy relationship; Don’t forget your anniversaries.”

Your fiancé’s mouth hangs open in shock at your words, head whipping to face you with a hearty laugh, “That’s what I was going to say!”

The look of shock that spreads across your face amuses him, staring at you expectantly for a few moments before you too erupt into laughter, shoulders shaking in surprise as the two of you cling to each other for support, with Shoyo nearly falling off the couch with how hard he cackles.

He clings onto your shoulder to stop himself from tumbling, which in turn causes you to laugh harder as you try to pull him back up as Shoyo calls out for you to ‘save him’.

“Baby, I’m falling!” Shoyo shrieks while howling with laughter, “Grab my hand!”

“You’re already grabbing my hand, Sho!”

Cameras stationed around your living room pan to zoom in on Shoyo’s joyful face when he fools around with you, the grip he still holds on your hand as clear as day as you jokingly attempt to rescue his bumbling self.

The out of frame reporter looks to the two of you happily, the fact that you both seem so absorbed in each other and have forgotten about the interview portion of the broadcast is surprisingly heartwarming for both the crew and the viewers watching the broadcast.

Once the two of you manage to calm down, you shyly look back to the NHK crew with a timid smile.

“Sorry,” you apologize to your interviewer, coughing as you try to hold back another bout of laughter when you catch Shoyo smiling at you again, attempting to contain his giggles. “We got a little- uhm, carried away.”

“It’s no problem,” the reporter chuckles, “I can see the two of you are very much in love, so is that the advice you wish to tell our viewers on how your relationship with each other is so healthy?”

You and Shoyo nod simultaneously, “Yeah, don’t you ever forget your partner’s anniversaries!!” Shoyo sternly but playfully warns the viewers, “I’m serious, guys! Anniversaries are important!”

“What anniversaries should our viewers be aware of when it comes to their lovers?”

This time you speak up, “Well, the major and most well known ones of course,” you begin, listing off the ones you can recall at the moment.

“For example; first month together, first year spent as a couple, birthdays could also count I suppose—”

“Did you know I proposed to her on our fifth anniversary?” Shoyo interrupts excitedly, the same happy and bright smile on his face shining when he proudly pulls up his hand to show off the ring on his finger, “I was so caught up in the moment, I forgot to put the ring on her finger after she accepted!”

Recalling that memory brings warmth to your cheeks, “Yeah, he literally forgot about the ring in the box until I asked him about it later.”

“But in any case,” you circle back to original topic at hand, noticing the way Shoyo’s smile dampens a little when you switch back so quickly as you shoot him an apologetic smile, you don’t want to waste the reporter’s and NHK crew’s time any longer.

“Don’t forget your anniversaries, people! They’re a big deal for a ton of lovers!”

“Th-that’s right!” Shoyo piggybacks off your response, “And if you do forget, you better apologize a lot!”

The reporter nods, turning their attention to your fiancé. “And do you have any final thoughts for our viewers on how you maintain a healthy relationship with your fiancée, Mr. Hinata?”

Shoyo smiles deviously at the open ended question he’s been dying to answer this whole time; his hand creeping teasingly up your thigh to the small of your back as he leans in real close to you with a knowing wink, the flushed expression displayed on your face at his actions encourages him even more to continue.

His eyes glint with amusement, the mischievous grin on his lips is firm even in front of several strangers and cameras rolling in real time, footage of his behaviour being broadcasted to the entirety of Japan this very second.

And without shame or guilt, Shoyo smirks.

“Make your anniversary nights real special for her, trust me on that one.”

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Summary: Ushijima invites you to Paris with ulterior motives in mind.

Pairing: Ushijima x fem!Reader

Trigger Warning(s): Trust issues, mentions of being a player, cursing, clubbing, alcohol, not nice words(?), insulting, arguing, abandonment, love, unprotected sex, slight sub/dom, creampie, slight breeding kink, high heels

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N: Truthfully, I'm 50/50 about how I feel about this fic. I've been working on this for quite some time, and dont have the heart to proof read it (because I think I'll scrap the whole thing). I hope you guys enjoy it! I'm almost at 400 followers, and have been thinking about doing an event. Let me know if you guys would like me to do one to participate in ♥︎

500 Match-Up Event

**Minors Do Not Interact**

Ushijima Wakatoshi wasn't the type to stay with one person for too long. It wasn't his thing to have just one partner either. For a man of his status and wealth, people tended to throw themselves at him. Especially the women that followed the team around like groupies. That's why you kept a ten foot pole between you and him, no matter how hard he tried to get to you. No matter how badly you wanted him to get to you.

You met Ushijima some time ago, and despite his quiet nature, you became quick friends with him. Friends with attempted benefits—in his eyes at least. He had invited you to most of the extravagant places he went, and each time had tried to make a move on you. Of course you never gave in, but the free trips and hotel stays were very nice.

Perhaps if he was different, was maybe even someone else you'd give him a chance. He was too infamous, too much of a player to trust. If you caved, you knew you'd fall for him. And your heart couldn't handle that. So you tried your best to pay Ushijima back with your friendship and companionship.

But paying him back with a platonic relationship was growing harder with each invitation. Especially now that you had been invited to Paris. You had arrived in the city of love showered with gifts: a white fur coat, diamond earrings, and nearly four dozen roses in your hotel room. A hotel room that was conveniently right next to Ushijima's with a connecting door. You rolled your luggage next to the empty wardrobe and sighed. You had a feeling this whole trip would be dedicated to wooing you. This time you might cave in, and that scared you.

Suppose you let him in, what would happen then? His history in past relationships only brought you to one conclusion—he’d kick you to the curb once he was done with you. You didn’t want that, no one really did. That’s why you couldn’t allow yourself to budge on this. This was for your own good.

A knock sounded at the connecting door just as you had taken your shoes off. Your feet padded on the luxurious Parisian carpet towards the door and you turned the lock. A small smile graced your lips. At least he was thoughtful enough to have the lock on your side of the room.

"Yes?" you said, shifting your weight to one leg and crossing your arms.

Ushijima took a step inside the room. The hair on the back of your neck prickled as you tilt your head back to meet his gaze. You knew he was much taller than you, he was taller than nearly everyone. What you didn't know was how small you would feel next to him without your shoes on. He was still wearing the same outfit he wore to pick you up from the airport —a black cashmere sweater and black jeans. The sweater, somehow, clung on to his muscles like a second skin. It took you some effort to force your gaze back to his face, and when it finally met its destination, you were welcomed with a coy smirk.

"Change," Ushijima stated, his eyes trailing over your body. "Something nice to match the coat and earrings."

A shiver ran up your spine, your skin suddenly becoming sensitive to the casual sweater you wore. You arched a brow, but didn't say anything. You were shocked Ushijima had planned something out for you. No one had ever even attempted to plan dinner. Yet, here was this man, buying you gifts with the intention to utilize them immediately on a...a date? You felt heat rush to your cheeks at the realization. This was a date. How had he managed to rope you into this?

"And wear those heels I like," he added.

You nodded, rolling your eyes slightly. "Sir, yes, sir," you sighed, moving to your abandoned luggage. "What are you gonna wear?"

You hauled your luggage onto the bed and zipped it open. Your eyes caught on a familiar satin beige material, and you pulled it out. This dress should do, but you’d probably be freezing without the coat.

“Not that one, wear something black,” Ushijima interjected. “To match me.”

Both of your brows raised as you turned toward him. You pursed your lips and took a moment to collect your thoughts. He had picked you up from the airport with gifts, had the rest of the day—and probably night—planned, was requesting you were the shoes “he likes”, and now he wanted you to match? Every alarm went off in your mind, some good and some bad. This was definitely a date.

"...Alright..." you answered, tossing the beige dress on the bed. "What are you wearing?"

Your fingers grabbed the soft, silky, black material of another dress and unrolled the garment. There were a few wrinkles here and there, but it was nothing the steam from a hot shower couldn't work out. You pulled a velvet hanger from the closet with pursed lips. The more you pondered on your new choice of wear for tonight, the more you realized how bad of an idea it would be. The silk material was much more thin than the satin of the beige dress. The bitter winter wind would cut straight through the fabric to your bones if you didn't bring your new fur coat along. And even then...

You placed your dress in the bathroom on the back of the door and returned to your luggage. You felt Ushijima's eyes follow you, your skin tingling with the almost tangible gaze. You turned to him with raised brows. Was he going to stand here the whole time?

Though you were expecting a response, none came. Just a deep, toe curling grunt, and then Ushijima was gone. The door shut with a click and you didn't even bother to lock it.

A heavy sigh pushed through your lips. You were excited to finally visit Paris, but you knew this trip would be challenging. Making it past tonight without jumping into Ushijima's arms--or bed--would be the biggest challenge. You chewed on the inside of your lip and padded over to the bathroom. A cold shower it was--you'd find another way to work out the wrinkles in that damn dress.

By the time Ushijima knocked on your door, you were shoving an earring through your ear. With your permission, he entered through the connected door and leaned against the wall. You didn't bother to address him, not when your shoes were still packed in your luggage and your coat was still in its garment bag. You yanked the requested heels from your bag and shoved them on your feet. Luckily, those were your favorite heels, too. From so many uses, they were already broken in and comfortable.

After your shoes were on, you finally turned to Ushijima. “What do you think?” you asked, turning so he could see the full outfit. “Up to your standards?”

“You’ve always been up to my standards.”

You faltered mid turn, the tips of your ears growing warm as butterflies flew rampant in your stomach. You finished the turn and dared a glance at Ushijima. He was already looking at you, his eyes dark and promising worship. Those butterflies flew a little lower and it was hard to keep your composure. You slapped on smile and rolled your eyes. The movements felt wrong, but by the gods you’d be damned if you let him see your walls coming down.

“You can’t just say those things, Toshi,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant. “Especially if you don’t mean them.”

"I do mean it." Ushijima's gaze slid from your eyes to roam over the curves of your body. "Why wouldn't I?"

You shifted under his gaze and tried to find something to lock your eyes on. Your eyes landed on the garment bag your coat was placed in and you moved toward it. You chewed on the inside of your cheek and unzipped the bag.

"Well, y'know..." you trailed off, your fingers pausing in the soft fabric of the coat. "It's just that you've had so many other beautiful partners." You hoped your answer was just offensive enough to change the subject, but not offensive enough to ruin the whole night. Or even the whole trip.

"I've always wanted you." Though you weren't facing him, you felt his presence move closer. A hand grazed your waist gently as it trailed over the silky material of your dress to your abdomen. "Even now, I still want you."

You swallowed hard, the skin under his touch scorching. Your breasts felt heavy, your nipples perking through the fabric. Could he see that? The material was so thin, if it were a lighter color your areola would surely be visible. Thank the heavens for black fabric, for not much passing through the dense color.

You heard Ushijima chuckle behind you, his chest rumbling and the low timbre pushing into your body. Lower and lower until you were willing your thighs not to press further together. You had to create some space between the two of you before you never make it out the room.

Your flingers glide the zipper down further and free the luxe fur out its cage. You whip the material around you, forcing Ushijima to take a few steps back and remove his hand from your abdomen. You place the warm fabric on your shoulders and finally turn to him.

"You want a lot of people," you manage to say. "I'm no different from them."

You idly play with your hair and walk to the mirror in the corner of the room. You already know what you look like, can assume how the coat makes you look a part of high society.

Thankfully, Ushijima doesn't continue the conversation. Instead, he grunts his approval and walks to the exit. You follow him out the room and to a black sedan with tinted windows. The ride is awkward and silent and neither of you look at one another. When the car pulls in front of your destination -- a tall expensive building that looks mostly made of glass -- Ushijima gets out without a word. He, surprisingly, rounds the back of the car and opens the door for you, offering his hand. You stare at the large palm and long digits. Digits you've imagined coming around so many times you feel a pulse beat in your vagina. You shake those thoughts away and gently take his hand.

He leads you into the building, walking past a receptionist and to the elevators off to the left. Once inside, he presses the number eight and leans against the cool steel elevator wall. You chew on the inside of your cheek and steal a glance at him.

"What is this place?" you ask cautiously.

Ushijima is silent for a bit, but when he finally talks his voice is borderline cold. "One of the best restaurants in Paris. Bottom floor is an exclusive club the team is meeting at."

You raise your brows. “So dinner and a club,” you repeated, a small smile gracing your lips. “Sounds like a good time.”

And it was. Dinner was the best you ever had, would probably ruin other restaurants for you, too. Nothing could ever compare to the food you had eaten. By the time dessert came around, you had completely forgotten about what happened in the hotel, and it seemed like Ushijima had forgotten, too. Dinner was all smiles and giggles, and it had a part of you wishing it could be like this all the time. Only it couldn’t. Inevitably, he would break your heart and toss you to the side for a new toy. A less broken, insecure toy.

The club seemed normal enough, like any other club. The only difference was this club was filled with extraordinarily hot French people. Had Ushijima not been with you, you would have started dancing with the first person you could get your hands on. Unless... A light bulb went off in your head. If you showed even more disinterest by dancing with everyone but him, would he leave you alone? A part of your heart clenched at the idea. You wanted to be with him, but gods, you just didn't trust him with your heart. You stole a glance at him, butterflies erupting in every part of your body. Why was he so beautiful? You let yourself imagine a future with him -- extravagant, romantic dates; luxe vacations and hotel stays; lots of sex; fragrant bouquets of hydrangeas and sweat peas lining a white aisle. Your chest ached at the latter image and you willed your eyes forward. Dancing with random horny people it was.

You grabbed a champagne flute off a nearby tray from a club attendant and downed the bubbly liquid. You made your way to the dance floor, your hips swaying to the foreign music. You let the bass move through your body and soon enough you were locking eyes with a dark haired, blue eyed patron. Lust filled his eyes and you allowed him to run his hands up and down the curves of your waist. You turned sensually, your back arching to push your ass against the stranger's crotch. He was hard, the bulge rubbing against your backside. You should have been turned on. Should have been so wet and filled with sexual desire, but you weren't. This stranger wasn't Ushijima. It wasn't his large body embracing yours.

You slithered away from the club-goer dazed and dizzy. How many drink had you allowed this stranger to give you? All the other strangers that tried to dance with you? You looked around for a familiar head of brown hair, but to no avail. Panic rose in your chest, sobering you up. You made your way to the other side of the club. Ushijima wasn't here.

"You looking for Ushiwaka?"

You turned at the familiar voice, hope filling your chest. You looked up at his teammate and nodded, almost a little too eagerly.

"He left an hour ago. I'm surprised you didn't go with him."

Your eyebrows shot up to your hairline and your mouth went lax. He had left you? Without saying anything? You ran a hand through your hair and looked around. How were you going to get back to the hotel? You looked back to Ushijima's teammate -- whose name you, quite frankly, couldn't be bothered with remembering -- and knit your brows together.

"I don't have a ride back," you yelled over the music.

The teammate nodded in understanding and pulled out his phone. "I'll call you a cab." He brought the phone to his ear and cupped his hand over the speaker and his mouth. You heard him say a few words in french. He mouthed the words "ten minutes" and walked to a quieter corner of the club. Maybe the bathrooms.

You pushed pass the club-goers to the elevators and angrily pushed the bottom to the lobby. Ushijima had left you all alone in a foreign country, not able to speak even a sentence in the language. Angry tears burned your eyes. Why the fuck would he do this? As you rode to what you hoped was your hotel, you couldn't stop the tears from falling. Your aggressively wiped them away with your fingers and looked to the roof of the cab. It wasn't worth crying over, but god you were so angry. So angry and hurt and betrayed. Had he planned to do this all along? To spite you for all the times you rejected him? You scoffed to yourself. "I've always wanted you" my ass. Of course he would do this. This was his behavior, his normal way of treating his partners.

You got out of the cab, thanking the driver in what little french you knew and marched to the elevators. The ride couldn't have gone any slower. You pushed the button for your floor again impatiently. What would you even say to him? You tapped your foot and looked around the elevator. Did you even want to talk to him? Maybe you'd just pack your things and go home. You didn't have enough in your account, so you'd have to use a credit card...

The elevator doors slid open with a ding and you made way to your room. The door opened with ease and darkness awaited you. The only light that came into your room was the natural light of the moon, seeping in through opened curtains. You furrowed your brows. You hadn't left those curtains open when you left. You looked around the room and sucked in a breath when your eyes landed on a large, muscled shadow. A shadow that was lounging in the desk chair next to the windows. You watched as the shadow swung in semi circles in the dark and flipped the light switch.

Ushijima sat there, his arms crossed. His features were set in a frown and once his eyes landed on you, the chair stopped swinging.

"Surprised you came back," Ushijima drawled, his voice laced with resentment.

"You abandoned me," you spat, ripping off your coat and throwing it at him. "What?" he hissed, shoving the luxe fur off him and standing up.

"You left me," you reiterated. "You didn't even look for me."

"You made it hard," Ushijima seethed, his arms dropping to his side with clenched fists. "You were only shaking your ass with half of France."

You scoffed and threw up your hands with exasperation. "Oh, real nice--"

"You barely gave me a chance all evening," he interrupted, taking a step closer. "You didn't look for me. I fly you here, put you in this hotel and plan a whole day for us. I did this for you. Because I love you."

Your eyes widened and you took a step back. The sudden admission took you by surprise, causing your words to leave you. You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. What would you even say? You had danced with a few people at the club, and you had lost track of time. Had even forgotten all about Ushijima. You were horrible.

Your eyes slipped to the ground and you wrung your hands together. In the process of trying to save yourself from alleged heartache, you ruined your chances at love.

"I'm sorry," you muttered, "there's nothing I can say that will excuse anything I did. Or how I treated you." Tears burned your eyes once more, but these tears were egged by shame and sorrow. You really fucked this up.

Ushijima let out a frustrated sigh and plopped down in the desk chair. "I'd at least like an explanation," he admitted, running a hand through his hair.

You shifted unforgettably and pushed a breath through your lips. "I didn't--" You took a deep breath and looked out the window. "I didn't want to give myself to you just to have my heart broken."

"Do you really think so little of me?"

Your gaze switched to him in an instant at the sadness in his voice. "No," you responded immediately. "Yes? You've only done that with every other partner."

Ushijima shook his head. "You're different. I love you."

There were those words again. I love you. Your heart fluttered in your chest and you couldn't help but smile. Maybe it was the remnants of all the liquor you consumed, or maybe it was the sincerity in those sweet words, but you believed him. And because you believed him, you wanted to give him everything. Your earlier arguments and battles were long forgotten.

"I love you, too," you uttered, barely above a whisper.

The smile Ushijima beamed at you gave you the courage to timidly walk over to him. You hiked the black silk material of your dress up to your thighs and slowly climbed onto his lap. You slid your hands up his chest and rest them on his broad shoulders.

"Say it again," he commanded softly, cupping your chin gently.

“I love you.”

The words were still passing your lips when Ushijima captured them with his. How long had you waited for this kiss? It felt like eons. His lips were gentle against yours, as if he were afraid you’d flee with the tiniest surprise. Something between a of cross of giddiness and undiluted list bubbled in your chest, and suddenly this gentleness wasn’t enough. A hand glided up to his hair, your fingers tangling within the soft brown strands. Your back arched, your hips moving against his lap as you pressed your chest closer to his and deepened the kiss. A groan pulled out of Ushijima and his hands gripped your thighs tightly. His hold wasn’t one that conveyed to stop, but rather that his control was slipping. His fingertips pressed into the flesh just under your ass and he ground up against you. His hardness pressed against your inner thigh and you couldn’t help but give him that friction he needed. That you also needed. Your hips rolled against his once more as you nibbled on his bottom lip. A delicious groan rumbled through his chest and your breasts tingled at the feeling.

"'Toshi," you mewled, trailing a hand between your thighs. Your fingers pushed the fabric of your panties to the side and slid over the slick lips of your pussy.

Ushijima sucked in a deep breath and looked down to your hand. "What is it, baby?" he asked, his voice deep with lust.

"Let me make it up to you," you breathed, climbing off of him and to your knees.

Your hand remained between your thighs as the other unbuttoned his jeans. He lifted a bit from the chair and pushed the denim down his thighs. You shuffled back as he kicked off the pants and tossed them across the hotel room. His erection remained trapped under his black boxers, but the size of the imprint still had you sucking in a breath. You timidly shuffled back towards him on your knees, your fingers now parting your pussy lips and lightly circling your clit. You bent forward and lightly kissed his clothed erection, your free hand moving to slip under the band of his boxers. Your fingers wrapped around warm, hard flesh and pulled his cock out. You licked your lips at his impressive length and wrapped the muscles around the tip.

A sharp hiss left Ushijima's lips as you pushed more of his cock deeper inside your mouth. You hallowed your cheeks and bobbed your head up and down, your tongue lapping around his length and tip. You smiled as Ushijima uttered a string of curses and tangled his fingers in your hair. Gods, the feel of his cock in your mouth had your clit throbbing with neglect and need. Need for his fingers, his mouth -- anything to receive the tension. You groaned against his cock as two of your fingers pushed inside you.

"Fuck," he breathed, his hips jerking up. "You're gonna make me cum baby." His hold in your hair loosened and he threw his head back against the chair. "Just like that."

You hollowed your cheeks against him some more, your mouth a vice around his cock. When you felt him twitch inside you, you pulled your mouth away from him. Ushijima whined softly, his eyes meeting yours as you pushed yourself to your feet and licked yourself off your fingers. You were far from your orgasm, but that was okay. You didn't want to orgasm on yourself. You wanted to come hard on his cock, wanted to feel your walls flutter around him.

"I'm going to ride you," you stated with surprising clarity. "I'm going to come hard on your cock. Then I want you to come inside me and make me yours."

The sudden dominance was odd to you, but you liked it. Liked the way his entire body reacted to your plan -- a plan only you could fulfill. Courage rose in your chest and you smirked.

"Take off your clothes and touch yourself. Slowly."

"No." Ushijima stood, his presence overshadowing and overpowering yours. A hand moved to cup your chin firmly and he gave a wicked smile. "Tonight, you obey me."

You crinkled your nose and rolled your eyes slightly.

"Oh?" Ushijima drawled. He brought his hand down to the scoop neckline of your dress. "Don't be a brat now, baby."

His fingers glided over the silk neckline to the thin strap on your shoulder and tugged roughly. The material broke, sliding down your chest to expose your left breast. His fingers pinched your nipple roughly and you gasped at the contact. The smirk that was once displayed on your lips was now transferred to Ushijima.

"I want you to take off your clothes. Slowly." He took a fraction of a step back to allow me the space to disrobe.

You stared at him, expecting him to make the move to disrobe you, but the move never came. He stood there with expectant eyes. You slid the intact strap off your shoulder and shimmied the silk dress off your body. It slid down your curves and made a black pool at your feet. You pulled your panties down and moved to take your shoes off, but stopped at the grunt Ushijima made.

"Keep those on." He took a step closer to you, closer than he was before. "Sit at the edge of the bed and spread your legs."

You obeyed, spreading your legs wide for him. You propped the heels of your shoes on the small ledge of the bed frame and met his gaze. One day, you’d have him on his knees begging to shove his cock in you. Today, you were more than happy to do the begging. You never could have fathomed how hot this scenario would make you, and you felt beyond dirty.

Ushijima’s gaze darkened as he slowly started to undress. “You’re so wet for me,” he rumbled, stalking towards the bed in full, naked glory. “No foreplay.”

Your brows furrowed as he pumped his cock once, then twice. No foreplay? You were so looking forward to feeling his tongue on your clit. Your walls clenched around nothing at the thought and you shifted. You pressed your eyes shut and took a deep breath, the wanton need nearly unbearable. You imagined his breath fanning over your wet pussy, imagined his body heat between your legs— You opened your eyes and let out a wanton mewl as the tip of his cock subtly pushed against your clit. He gripped your chin once more, forcing you to look at him and not the pre-cum dripping of the tip of his penis on you.

His usual light eyes were dark and almost opaque as he watched you lick your lips. “I want to see your face when I bury myself in you,” Ushijima encouraged, the head of his cock trailing down to your entrance.

With a quick snap of his hips, he was buried deep within you, the girthiness of him straining your slick walls. You cried out loudly, your finger nails digging into the luxe sheets around you. Your shoulders slumped and your head strained against Ushijima’s grip on your chin as you adjusted to his size. Or at least tried to. He snapped his hips again, his balls slapping against you with a squelching noise. You felt his calloused thumb move to circle your clit roughly, and within a matter of minutes your orgasm rolled through you intensely.

Ushijima’s grip on your chin transferred to your leg, pulling the limb over his shoulder to thrust deeper in you. He bent his knees, pulling you closer to him until he was practically dragging your body to thrust against him. Your pussy thoroughly worked and wet, it was all you could do to hold on as another orgasm rushed though you. Your hands gripped his wrist, the other covering your mouth as your screamed your release.

No one had ever made you feel this good. No one had ever managed to elicit two orgasms from you. Yet here Ushijima was, this god—this sex god—about to pull another orgasm from you. The sounds that came from the two of you were lewd, his skin slapping against your wet skin, your needy moans and his deep grunts.

Ushijima nudged your leg off his shoulder and gripped your hips tightly, his face scrunching up deliciously. Sweat dribbled down his temples to his chest and he breathed heavily. He was pushing his limit, no doubt minutes, maybe seconds away from spilling himself inside you. The thought of his hot come inside you had your walls clenching around him, eliciting a breathy moan from him. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and crossed at your ankles. You wanted him to release inside you, wanted to feel the intimacy that would bring.

Your heart pound in your chest as you pulled him down for a sloppy kiss.

You loved him.

His lips moved fervently against yours, his moans and yours mixing together. You tugged on his short brown locks.

And he loved you.

You found release again, your arms and legs tightening around him and he swallowed your cries with his mouth. You felt him spill himself inside you, the warm bursts of his come filling you so sweetly.

It was a while before either of you moved from the position, your breaths mingling together. Warmth spread along your body at the realization of what just happened.

This wasn’t a good fucking sesh.

This was what love felt like.

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awkward hq boys first time trying to cheer up their manager

Ushijima, Kageyama, Sakusa || manager!reader

warnings: cursing, slight angst, fluff

notes: Reader is the club’s manager, kinda went overboard with each of them (long reading GLHF), all takes place in the gym, relationships are up for interpretation!!

your (now ex) boyfriend had broken up with you over text

it was so sudden

and the timing was AWFUL

because you were about to have a little meeting with the team at the gym

Where you always needed to be focused on taking notes for what the team needs

There is no space for distraction. Nationals is soon

Sniffing away snot and wiping tears away from your face, you stand up straight and walk into the gym, a clipboard in your hand

As usual, you were one of the first to arrive

And as usual, the captain of the vb club sits at on the second row of the bleachers changing his shoes

Before you could leave to find some space to recollect yourself, Ushijima calls you over

He probably heard your loud squeaky shoes sliding against the floor when your turned to leave

“[Y/N]-chan,” his voice fills the silent gym.

You clear your throat before sending a big smile. “Hey, Ushijima-san!”

Walking over, you wave at him. “Can I help you with something?”

“I know the meeting hasn’t started yet, but I wanted to ask you to—” he pauses mid-sentence when his eyes found yours.

Your heart rises a little, feeling anxious

Oh no. Did he notice?

“Um,” he starts. “Are you alright?”

fuck, he did.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You say, nonchalantly. You made sure there is no hint of emotion in your voice, although, in doing so, it almost came off rude.

“Ok, then,” Ushijima says, hesitating. “Well, as I was saying…”

You tried your best to focus

But his question rings in your head over and over again

Are you alright?

It is enough to have you burst into tears once again

Those tears quickly escalate and your shoulders start to shake as you drop, squatting on the floor

You begin to cry quietly into the palm of your free hand, the other clutching the clipboard tightly to your chest

It makes his eyes widen and mouth slightly part in surprise

He jumps over the bleachers and squats down beside you

“I-if that’s too much to ask for, then I apologize. You don’t need to find other managers! I-I’m sorry if that offended you. You’re a great manager. We’re all grateful for all the work that you do for us.” Ushijima scratches his head, unsure if what to say next as you try to muffle cries in your hand.

He gives you a moment to calm yourself, awkwardly patting your shoulder.

He wishes he could think of a way to make you stop crying but other than giving you pats, he’s out of ideas

You shake your head, letting out a small “no”, sniffing a bit

Pulling his hand away, he continues to wait for more from you.

You finally speak up after wiping your face again, but your eyes remain toward the ground

“Sorry, it’s just…My boyfriend just broke up with me. And I guess I’m being too emotional right now. I think your idea is great. I will keep that in mind,” you say, before wiping your eyes w the back of your hand on again, and standing up.

He quickly stands up, mirroring your actions

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks quietly, eyes still never leaving your puffy ones.

“Um…” you think about it for a second. “No, but thank you though. P-please excuse me for a minute.” You walk to the bathroom to wash your face, leaving Ushijima alone on the bleachers again.

He paces back and forth, thinking what to do

Nothing comes to mind so he texts Tendou

His text: Tendou, [y/n] is crying. What do I do. Please answer ASAP. She’s in the bathroom right now and will return any minute.

Tendou: I’m almost there, just wait.

Ushijima taps his feet impatiently

When you return, he quickly freezes, facing you

The first thing he says: “could you help me gather the balls?”

He thought maybe having a duty will distract you from sad thoughts

During the meeting, he would steal glances at you, checking on you

For the rest of the day, he would do the same thing: ask you to do a favor

But never alone, he would join you in completing task

And make conversation while he’s at it

“Did you know that in 1996, beach volleyball became a part of the Olympics? Really cool.”

And by conversation, mostly him teaching you volleyball stuff

Sometimes would say stuff you already know like: “Can you believe no high school in our district can compete with us, so we have to compete against colleges or schools outside the Miyagi Prefecture?” he’d say while helping you mop up the gym floor

Even though it wasn’t his duty to mop today

But his absurd questions would literally make you start laughing

Like, why is he telling me all this stuff that I already know??

Sadness no longer lingers in your eyes

It makes Ushijima chuckle, proud to see you smile again

He knows what he’s saying is nonsense but if it gets you to smile again, he’ll keep doing it

You stare at the grade you’ve got: 54 out of 100

Chemistry was not an easy class

You really tried but you probably just needed to study more

What made you extremely upset was the fact that you have As in every other class except this one

You just have to do better

but you always tell yourself this which makes you frustrated

It leaves your heart feeling heavy

You walk into the gym with heavy footsteps, shoulders drooped down

The sound of a ball bouncing against hardwood can be heard

You look up and see the familiar tall figure

Kageyama Tobio

He’s practicing his serves by himself, throwing a number of volleyballs over the net

He notices you and gives a slight nod, holding one volleyball to his chest

You send a smile and wave

He grunts before continuing his practice

You look back at your phone and scroll through your test answers provided by the teacher

When you notice a lot of minor mistake you made, you groaned

Really? I’m so stupid! OMG, you internally complain, giving yourself a facepalm

Being the perfectionist, this made you frustrated

To the point where you had to click your phone off, placing your head in your hands as you sat on the bench

Some tears threaten to escape

With your face hidden in your hands, you hear the sound of bouncing balls stop

Footsteps slowly approach you

and you hear a familiar deep voice:

“[Y/N], did Hitoka-chan and Kiyoko-san not come with you?” the setter asks, flipping the ball in his hand.

“Uhh, no,” you say, your voice croaking a bit. Your face doesn’t leave from your hands and it makes Kageyama concerned

“Uh, are you okay?” Kageyama asks, his eyebrow raised and confused by your current state

“I’m fine,” you answer. But when you start sniffing, he realizes that you were crying

He pauses, not knowing what to do.

After a minute of silence, you feel a presence sit next to you

A cough makes you jump a little

“Oh, s-sorry,” Kageyama mutters, looking over at your hunched figure.

“No, your good,” you say, quietly.

You clear your throat, filling the awkward silence that follows your words.

“Actually, I failed my Chem test. So…I guess, that’s why I’m feeling a bit down.”

“Huh,” he starts. “Do you like Chem?”

“Well, no.”

“Then, why take it?”

“Because, all the top students who took Biology took Chem the next year. I guess I wanted to fit in.”

When did this turn into a therapy session

“That’s interesting, considering the fact that you joined this club for the opposite reason, if i remember correctly?”

It’s true. None of your class friends were associated with the schools vb club, they weren’t interested in the “jock” stuff and only focused on academics

you, on the other hand, had some interest in volleyball and joined on a whim

that’s where you met the best people in your life, your best friends

“Yeah…” you respond. It leaves you thinking about certain things.

Kageyama huffs, getting up.

“Can you help me with some sets, before the others arrive?” He changes the subject, hoping to clear your mind.

“Sure.” You nod, getting up and wiping tears from your face.

“Oh, wait.” Kageyama rushes to his bag and pulls out some tissues. “Here.”

Your cheeks turn pink from embarrassment. “Thank you.”

“N-no problem,” he replies awkwardly.

And with that, you begin tossing the balls for him

He would usually ask Hinata to do this and would always complain at how Hinata’s throwing them

But he didn’t complain once with you

Even when you’d throw the ball under the net

You’d apologize and he’d wave his hand off, saying that it’s okay.

He probably assumed that you were having fun bc anything volleyball = fun

and honestly, it was a little fun

fun and satisfying to see how much Kageyama’s improved

And it got you to smile here and there

He silently celebrates when he finally sees you smile

That’s when other club members finally hop into the room

And you quickly turn into your usual “manager mode”, getting to work

Thanks to Kageyama, you feel more at ease

It just happens to be one of those days

You had a lot on your plate

So much that you felt no motivation to complete your responsibilities

But the day must go on

After a long round of volleyball practice after school, it was finally time for a break

Everyone walks out of the gym to grab a small snack from the vending machine or converse with friends

Sakusa, on the other hand, remains on the court alone, doing some serves

Which leaves you two left in the gym

But no one seemed to notice as you both went along with your businesses

Feeling exhausted both physically and emotionally, you sit on the bleachers, leaning your back as you face at the walls, with a faraway look on your face

Thinking Sakusa wouldn’t notice your unusually apathetic state, since he’s always hyper-focused during practice, it surprises you when he walks over to you, concern filling his eyes

“You, ok?” Sakusa places a hand into his jacket pocket, the other hand was attached to a volleyball that was held against his hip

The voice startles you for a second, and reality hits you

“I don’t really know,” you say truthfully, sighing.

Sakusa hums, thinking

He slips off his jacket and places it neatly folded into his duffel.

“Be right back,” he mutters loud enough for you to hear, before walking away

You raise an eyebrow watching his back as he walks out the door

Ok then…

You weren’t very surprised by his odd behavior because that’s just how he is

After a couple minutes and few echoes of laughter from outside, he returns with a bottle of water, most likely from the vending machine

“Here.”

You look at the bottle and then back up at him. “Oh, need me to open it?” You take it, before he could answer, finding it easy to pop the lid.

“No, its yours.” He places his hands into his pockets as he takes a seat next to you. “I have my own right here.”

“Oh.” You look down at the bottle. “Thank you, Sakusa-kun.”

You take a huge gulp.

“If you were that thirsty, you should’ve brought your own jug,” he says bluntly.

“You’ve got a point.” He’s got a point.

He pauses for a sec. “Anyway, are you feeling a little better?” His eyes drift over to you.

In a way, his actions are really thoughtful

Simply just handing you something to drink, even though he doesn’t know the reason why you’re feeling down

He was never one to be good at consoling a friend with their words

But little acts of care like these

“Well, definitely not thirsty anymore if that’s what you’re asking,” you say, chuckling.

“Hmm, I guess that is an improvement,” he smirks.

He feels a bit more at ease seeing your face light up.

Ooh, this is a new side of Sakusa. It’s interesting to see.

The fact that he stopped his practice, the hard-working Sakusa, just to give you some company was a shock.

If there’s one thing that everyone knows about Sakusa is that he hates being interrupted during practice

Once he starts something, he intends to complete the task, even if it’s time for a break

Yet, here he is, relaxing on the bleachers with you, chatting abt mundane things

I could use a break, anyway, is what he thinks in his head when he starts to relax.

In truth, he doesn’t mind having a chat with you

And seeing his manager/friend in low spirits puts a bad feeling in his stomach

Being the competitive, determined person he is, Sakusa will make sure that your mood is increased by at least 70% before the day is over.

#🍙—reader inserts #i literally was like: should i just make this a full on fic #but nah #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #ushijima x reader #kageyama x reader #sakusa x reader #ushijima imagines #kageyama imagines #sakusa imagines #imma be honest sakusa’s felt too fanon than canon sakusa

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