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lemonlover1110 · 2 years

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐

𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

Pairing: Wakatoshi Ushijima x f!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Jealousy, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (f. receiving), Spitting (everywhere), Possessiveness, Creampie

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“By the way, that color looks beautiful on you.” The man that sits across from you compliments the baby blue dress you wear. It’s a harmless compliment that comes from one of your husband’s teammates, but Ushijima doesn’t look too happy about it. Ushijima glares at his teammate as he continues eating the dinner in front of him.

“Thank you.” You respond, unsure of anything else to say. What else could you say? Your husband isn’t too happy about your response though. You look at him, and the man clenches his jaw. One hand holds a fork while the other lands on your thigh.

You stare at Ushijima for a couple of seconds before shifting your gaze back to his teammate. You smile and act as if nothing is wrong, although you know that your husband is extremely jealous.

Ushijima tries to mask it. He jokes, although the jokes aren’t so great. It earns a couple pity laughs from his teammate, and you as well. Ushijima isn’t a jokester, so when he purposely tries to make someone laugh, it fails.

Dinner continues to be awkward, and when you get home, your husband is quiet. Ushijima is usually a quiet man. You’re usually the one that does the most of the conversation, and you continue to make the conversation but there’s little to no response from him.

“Toshi, you don’t have to get so jealous.” You speak up, and the man just raises his eyebrow as he loosens his tie. He sits on the edge of the bed while you unzip your dress. He stands up to finish unzipping your dress. Yes, he does get jealous, but he never stops being a gentleman. “Is it true?”

“What?” He replies, not sure what you mean. Until it hits him a couple seconds later, and he furrows his eyebrows. He turns you around, his thumb pressing against your lips. His other fingers are under your chin and he tilts your head up so you’re forced to look at him. “Of course you looked pretty, but you know something?”

“What?” You respond, and the moment your mouth opens Ushijima sticks his thumb in. His stoic expression is finally replaced with a smirk as he shoves his thumb down your mouth until it reaches the back of your throat. You gag on his thumb while he speaks.

“I don’t like the dress. Too many men looking at my beautiful wife and I don’t like that. Too many perverted thoughts going through their mind when you’re mine. And I don’t like that.” He tells you before taking his thumb out of your mouth. “You’re mine, right?”

“I am.” You answer, his thumb that’s covered in your saliva going over your bottom lip.

“Then open your mouth.” He orders. You don’t understand why he wants you to open your mouth, but you do. You open your mouth and he tilts your head up a bit. “Stick your tongue out.”

You do as he says, and he does the unexpected. He brings his lips together, and lets a blob of saliva fall from his lips to your tongue. You continue to stick your tongue out, waiting for his instruction. This is something you don’t like about your husband, that if you do something that he didn’t order then he gets extremely mad. “Swallow.”

You do as he says and swallow his spit. He smiles, happy with how obedient you are. His lips land on yours and his tongue is quick to press against your lips. You open your mouth to let his tongue in, and it quickly presses against your own. His hands tugs on the dress that’s still on you, so you get your arms out of the sleeves, and the next time he tugs on the dress it falls down to the floor.

His hands wrap around your waist, and yours on the back of his neck. He lifts you up from the floor, and your legs wrap around him. He takes you to the bed, and he puts you down gently. He pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips.

You admire how he looks from this position. He always looks so handsome when he’s on top of you. He looks handsome, always, but you love him especially when he’s on top of you.

His thumb pulls your bottom lip down, and this time you don’t wait for him to tell you to open your mouth. You do it and stick your tongue out. He spits in your mouth again, and you let him look at his own saliva for a couple seconds before sticking your tongue back in your mouth and swallowing. The man pats your cheek, “Good girl.”

He kisses down your body until he reaches your lower abdomen. Your panties get in the way, so he bites the fabric and pulls them down. When they’re at your ankles, he lets go and his hands come up to throw them across the room.

He kisses your thighs, and his kisses get higher and higher until he gets to your cunt. He spreads your folds and spits on your cunt before he forces you to spread your legs. He licks your cunt, loving the little whine that leaves your lips. Another lick, the same reaction.

His tongue begins to circle around your clit. It’s slow at first, like always. Your voice soon becomes clearly audible in the room, moans leaving your mouth as you feel his tongue. Ushijima’s tongue always feels so great.

He flicks your clit a couple of times before his tongue goes lower. His tongue teases entering your hole a couple of times before it actually enters.

“It’s so good, Toshi-” You moan, your hands going down to play with his hair. His hand goes up to play with your clit, while your fingers run through his hair. His tongue swirls inside you, and it feels so good.

And you know he loves doing this. He does it every time he eats you out. The man plays with your clit so well too.

You have to close your eyes, taking it all. You’ve been thinking about this ever since dinner. You thought he’d be too tired to do anything tonight, but apparently his jealousy got the best of him. And you love it. You’re starting to love when his jealousy gets the best of him, because you always end up rewarded.

“That’s it!” You yell, your toes curling as your orgasm approaches. You close your eyes and you see white as you reach your high, coming on his tongue.

Ushijima takes his tongue out and moves back to you. His lips land on yours and his tongue is quick to search for yours. Your tongue swirls around his’. And when the man pulls away, he stands up, and without a reason he spits on your face, falling right on your nose.

As you bring your hand to your face, the man flips you over. Your ass goes into the air, and you arch your back. He spits over your cunt a couple of times, and you don’t understand where this comes from. Ushijima isn’t one that’s into spitting on his partner, but tonight he’s different.

You don’t mind either way. You’re enjoying his saliva going all over you. Two of his fingers go in your cunt while his other hand unbuckles his belt– which is a bit challenging to do with one hand, but he refuses to take his fingers out. Your cunt feels so nice around them.

He manages to unbuckle his belt. He unbuttons his pants and pulls them down, along with his boxers. He strokes his cock, his thumb going over his slit and spreading the precum on his cock. He takes his fingers out of your cunt, and the tip of his cock teases your hole.

“No one will fuck you as good as me, you know that, right?” He tells you as he thinks of his teammate. He gets pissed off just thinking about the dumbass. And you weren’t flirting with his teammate or anything along those lines, but the man can’t help but feel jealous and possessive. You’re just so beautiful, he’s scared of you ever leaving his side and going to someone else.

“I know.” You respond, getting impatient for your husband’s dick. You shake your ass, hoping Ushijima will hurry up. He takes his sweet time before finally entering the tip of his dick inside you.

He does it slowly, and you bite your bottom lip. He’s always so slow for a reason. His cock is just so- “It’s so big, Toshi-”

“But you wanted me to hurry up, didn’t you?” He tells you as his cock stretches you out. A couple of seconds later, he bottoms out and waits a couple of seconds before beginning to move.

Your cunt feels so nice– He can’t let this go. No man will ever take this from him. Fuck, he just loves fucking you.

Ushijima watches as your ass shakes with each of his thrusts. He usually starts gently, but not tonight. The gentleness he gave was giving you a couple of seconds to adjust to his cock. The man rapidly thrusts in and out of you, the sound of his balls slapping against your skin is very loud and it fills up the room.

Your moans are the loudest thing in the room. Ushijima just makes you feel so good, how can you not be loud? The man loves hearing it, but in this position he can’t see your face. He wants to see the face of pure please, so he takes his cock out and flips you over. He plunges himself back into you quickly.

Now he watches your parted lips as he thrusts in and out of you. His hand wraps around your throat and he pulls you closer to him. Your mouth is parted perfectly for him to just spit in it. He does, and you swallow.

You assume this is his new way of telling you that you’re his’ and only his’. Because swallowing another human beings’ saliva is disgusting, but you do it gladly for your husband. And by the way you’re squeezing around him, he can only assume that you’re enjoying it.

“Such an obedient girl.” He says as he lets go of your throat. Your fingers go down to play with your clit.

You come around his cock in no time, your legs shaking. The man chases his release, thrusting even faster than before. You feel so nice around him, and you look so beautiful. He lucked out, so of course he’s jealous and cautious of anyone taking you away from him.

“You’re mine, right?” He asks, and it amazes you how he can talk so easily as if he isn’t pounding into you.

“Fuck, Toshi- Yes!” You respond. And with your response, a loud groan leaves the man’s lips as he shoots his load inside you. He gives a couple gentle thrusts, making sure all of his cum ends up inside you, before fully pulling out of you.

He lays down beside you and brings you to his chest. He sighs,

“All mine.”

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leahrintarou · 7 months

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☠︎︎ DAY SEVENTEEN: CORRUPTION FT. USHIJIMA

☠︎︎ WARNINGS: riding him for the first time, he's sick, no protection, he finishes inside lol, fluff?

☠︎︎ WORD COUNT: 1k

"I'll be fine, n/n"

y/n nodded at his figure, slowly allowing the concerned expression to leave her features. it were the two's third year anniversary but their plans were canceled due to the fact that ushijima had fallen bedridden from a cold. they decided to spend the day in bed together, which explains their current situation.

his back rested against the headboard as he would take small glances from his phones screen to the book that y/n was currently reading. the pages were in his field of vision due to the fact that y/n leaned over to him to rest her head on his chest. despite feeling so weakened down from his headache and sore throat, he couldn't help but be in the mood for something other than their current yet innocent moment.

he and y/n had never done something that only focused on his pleasure and his only. there were time's when y/n insisted but in all honesty, he just wasn't used to having someone other than himself, have control. "n/n?" he called, voice a bit rough due to not speaking for a while and of course, from the wretched state of his throat. she closed the pages of her book before tilting her head up to give ushijima her attention.

"can I talk to you about something?"

this time, y/n placed her book on an empty space of the bedding before motioning for him to continue, with a nod. "can we try out something new?" he asked, waiting patiently for y/n's answer but was met with a confused expression instead. "with what?"

"since I'm kind of, in the mood but I barely have energy, I want you to try riding me. if you're up to it?"

"....right now?" he was straightforward with his words, catching y/n of guard at the topic. he nodded and she contemplated the situation for a while before hesitantly reflecting his action. leaning back into the firmness of the headboard, ushijima carefully guided y/n to straddle his lap before pulling her figure closer to his chest. "I might get you sick...are you sure about this?"

y/n nodded before leaning into his touch and allowing their lips to meet. ushijima felt relief at the long awaited contact that he'd been wanting ever since their day started. he let out a hoarse groan when y/n adjusted her seating on his lap to be directly on top of his aroused member. placing his hands on her hips, he gently gripped her figure before guiding her to grind against himself.

her moan fanned the corner of his lips when she couldn't help but part from the kiss due to the sudden friction. "can you do that again?" he said through an impatient tone. y/n followed out with his requested, repeating the action in a more controlled and smoother manner, feeling satisfied when ushijima's groans were muffled into her neck.

y/n reached for his hand that loosely clasped onto her hip before guiding him to palm her chest. his grip gently tightened around the area making y/n let out a small whine when his thumb gently grazed her sensitive buds in a repetitive motion. she felt how ushijima slowly began to become more aroused from the friction of her motioning hips, making her decide to take the situation a step further.

she lifted her hips for a moment to removed her bottoms before slightly pulling down then hem of both ushijima briefs and sweatpants. his unoccupied hand made it's way to her sex before he applied small and pleasure feeling, circular movements with his thumb against her bud. y/n reached for his aroused erection, firmly holding him in a fist before continuing to use a pumping motion.

their soft moans filled the once quiet room before both sets of lust filled gazes finally met. "can I?" she managed to asked through a shudder, finally building up enough courage to correctly and fully pleasure her lover. ushijima nodded, removing his hand from her bud and allowing y/n to clasp onto his hand, interlocking their digits. y/n used her free hand, simultaneously lifting her hips to align his erection with her own sex.

ushijima let out a grunt after feeling y/n's prominent arousal graze the head of his member. she slightly relaxed her hips to allow him to finally enter her sex, a sensual moan falling past her lips at the sudden stretch. she whined out his name, tightening the hold of her fingers in their shared and interlocked grip. "it's okay, n/n" he mumbled through a heavy breath, noticing how her knees were on the verge of faltering from the pleasure.

an audible blurt of a swear, unexpectedly left y/n's lips when she finally and completely slid herself down ushijima. he moaned at the warm engulfment, his grip on her breast suddenly loosening to play with it's bud's instead. the pleasure from just that alone only made y/n feel desperate for relief in other places too. she let a whine at the discomfort of this newly introduced position, feeling thankful when ushijima placed a hand on the lower area of her back to help keep a steady tempo in benefit of both their satisfactions.

y/n did eventually get the hang of it and ushijima noticed. she were less tense, her movements and moans were more controlled, and her pace was slowly picking up due to need. he felt a feeling of euphoria when y/n clenched down around him due to a sudden movement of his playful fingers, against the buds of her breast. their pant's and pleasure filled moans continued to grow as seconds passed.

y/n's bud made slight friction with ushijima's lower abdomen due to her grinding movements, causing her peak to arrive with a minimum of one more controlled movement. she gripped ushijima's hand, managing to ground her self to reality as she heard him groan, followed by his warm arousal being released inside of her sex.

"again but, I want you to be louder this time"

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icyhottodo178 · 7 months

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Kinktober Day Three: Begging- Ushijima Wakatoshi X Reader

Note: Day Three of Kinktober and today’s character is Ushijima Wakatoshi. I hope you enjoy!

Contains: Sexual content, begging, dom!ushijima, slight BDSM, 18+ content.

Word count: 485

Small whimpers escaped from your mouth as you were currently handcuffed to the bed while Ushijima is thrusting his seven inch cock in and out of your wet pussy while your whole body shook with pleasure. You weren’t allowed to cum until he was satisfied as he had been a bit pent up for two days and he was fucking you after you came back from your parents house since you had gone to visit them but once you came back, you both indulged in sexual activity.

You had wanted to try a bit of BDSM by being handcuffed to the bed post so Ushijima agreed with your request and had gotten a pair of handcuffs like you had requested. You were glad that the handcuffs weren’t on too tightly as you didn’t want anything to happen to your wrists or for them to become sore.

Anyways you were moaning a lot while Ushijima pounds your pussy as you don’t know how long he’s been fucking you for but you don’t care because the pleasure was making your mind fuzzy and you were loving it.

“Toshi! I want to cum! Can I cum?” You ask him as he smirks at you and he continues to pound your pussy, his thrusts becoming harder each time. You whined as you wanted to cum already but you were told not to and you were getting desperate.

“Beg for it baby girl and maybe I’ll let you cum,” Ushijima tells you as he continues thrusting in and out of you while you moan even more, trying to form a sentence but you weren’t able to since your words muddled up.

“C-Cum… I want to cum..” You managed to blurt out but it was quiet as Ushijima isn’t satisfied with your response and he tells you to beg properly otherwise he wouldn’t let you cum.

“Go on baby girl. Beg for it properly and then I’ll let you cum,” Ushijima tells you as your mind pieces together what you want to say and soon you say it out loud.

“Please Toshi! Let me cum please! I’ve been a good girl so give me permission to cum already! I want to cum so badly!” You beg as he groans in response and he gives you permission to cum. You cum as you moan out his name and he cums a few seconds later, his thrust slowing down before coming to a stop completely.

You both pant as he pulls out once he’s finished and you feel the cum spill out, making you shudder slightly while Ushijima unlocks the handcuff before removing them off. He places them on the nightstand as he gently massages your wrists while you had fallen asleep and he stops before he covers you with the blanket. He rests besides you as he soon falls asleep after kissing your forehead and praising you for being a good girl.

So that is Day Three of Kinktober complete and let me know what you guys thought of this down below in the comments. I hope you all enjoyed it and Day Four will be posted tomorrow.

This is @icyhottodo178 signing off until next time!! Peace out!!

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yanderecrazysie · 6 months

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Spanking with Ushijima

DAY 11 OF KINKTOBER

Kink: Spanking

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader

WARNINGS: NSFW, spanking

Ushijima is stone-faced the entire ride to his house.

You know exactly why he’s mad- you’d been trying to get a reaction out of him, have him show some semblance of jealousy. But now? You regretted pissing your boyfriend off.

He doesn’t say a word to you in the car, nor does he even look at you. You’re pouting, sinking down in your seat as the silence envelops you. He was taking your transgressions way more seriously than you had expected.

Ushijima parked the car and got out, marching straight up to his house without a glance back to see if you were following him inside. You hurried out of the car, struggling to catch up to his swift pace.

“Ushijima, baby, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to upset you.”

He whirls around and seizes your upper arm, pulling you into the house. It doesn’t hurt, but his grip is firm and it’s scaring you a little. He drags you to the stairs and, with a spark of excitement, you realize he’s leading you to the bedroom.

Maybe he was into angry sex, you thought. That, or he’d already forgiven you. You were secretly hoping that he’d fuck your brains out, using your body to get himself off in his anger.

As soon as the door shut behind you, Ushijima glared at you, “Strip.”

You bite back a grin as you happily lift your shirt over your head and unhook your bra, making a show of exposing your perky breasts to your boyfriend. You were glad that he still looked as pissed as ever, since it meant the sex to come was likely going to be hard, fast, and rough. Just like you liked it.

You shimmied your pants down your legs, taking your panties down with it at the same time. You could tell Ushijima’s eyes were darkening with lust now and you bit your lip in anticipation. He sat down on the bed and patted his lap. Obediently, you took a seat on his legs, but that was not what he’d meant.

“No, lay over my lap. Like this,” Ushijima took hold of your back and pushed you into place. You were confused by the way you laid on his legs, ass arched in the air, but you found out a moment later exactly why he’d positioned you this way.

“You do not flirt with other men,” Ushijima stated sternly before bringing his hand down on your bare ass, hard. You let out a screech of surprise and pain.

Your boyfriend was definitely holding back- you’d seen him spike balls on the court enough times to know that he could completely wreck your backside with his hand.

The pain slowly faded and, to your surprise, you could tell that you’d gotten a little wet from it. You were turned on by him spanking you? Was this some hidden kink deep inside you or were you secretly a masochist all along?

You didn’t have time to think about it. Ushijima spoke once more, “You do not touch other men, only me,” before he brought his hand back down with a crack on your bare ass once more. This time, the noise that left your mouth was a half-squeak, half-moan.

“Say sorry,” Ushijima demanded, bringing his hand down again, harder than before. You were sure your butt must be bright red by now, but you couldn’t help but squirm in pleasure under the stinging pain.

“I’m sorry, baby, I really am,” you admitted. You were telling the truth- you should have never flirted with Semi just to make your boyfriend jealous. It may have led to you discovering something about yourself and a lot of pleasure, but it was a mistake nonetheless.

“Again,” Ushijima demanded once more, and that sharp, stinging pain was back. This time, you let out a loud, choked moan.

“I’m sorry!”

Ushijima ran his palm along the curve of your backside, soothing the pain that still stung you a little. Your bottom was sensitive as fuck by now, but you were still turned on by the sensation.

That, and by the growing hardness that poked into your stomach, promising of something even more pleasurable to come.

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kechiwrites · 2 years

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| kinktober week one | ♱ denial ♱ | mob!au ushijima wakatoshi x reader |

synopsis: “Being with him was like falling off a cliff, sometimes you jumped, sometimes you’d tripped. Other times Wakatoshi would push you, over and over, and you never quite fell far enough for your head to meet the pavement racing forward to greet you.” wc: 5k cw: angst, power imbalance, language, unprotected sex, minor character death, NO MINORS. author’s note: finally! the prequel for approval arrives, it’s only 2 years late. it’s not necessary to read approval first, you can read them in either order honestly. also! most kinktober fics will be posted mon/wed/fri. enjoy.

approval (pt. 1) ♱ find the rest of my kinktober masterlist here

The kitchens are always so loud, but the sounds of working and cooking and cursing and laughing drown out your musings on what you’re doing with your life.

Your co-worker, Hana, whips past you with a tray heavily laden with food, opening the door to the dining room with her hip. It’s not all that busy, lunch service on a weekday was particularly slow for the kind of lofty, too-high-prices for too-small-plates restaurant you worked at, but a surprisingly large group of brunch moms had settled at the center of the dining room, right in her section.

“He's at your table again babe,” she’s about to push out of the door completely before she doubles back to add; “Well technically he’s at one of my tables but he asked for you. Again.” You nearly choke on the soup you'd been hunched over, and plunk the little ceramic bowl down, wiping nonexistent crumbs from your mouth and apron. Even through her laughing, the look on her face is ripe with insinuation and you know you’ll be recounting the exact details of what he said and what he did and if “he smiled this time?”

In your rush to see him, you nearly smack your head on the swinging kitchen door, your mild embarrassment at seeming so eager pushed askance. It’d been two and half weeks since you’d met, waiting on his table of business associates during an oddly slow dinner service. You’d placed plates and refilled glasses, trying in vain to keep your eyes off the cut of his jaw and the slope of his cheek. Every minute you could steal away from the table of men was spent catching your breath in the walk-in, goosebumps raised by his gaze maintained by the chill biting through your uniform sleeves.

When the meal was done and they’d called for the bill you were only too happy to slide the leather folder onto the table, careful not to angle it towards anyone in particular. Before it could even make contact with the linen tablecloth, Ushijima plucked it from your grasp, sliding in a handful of bills and depositing the filled sleeve into the pocket of your apron.

“Keep the change.” he murmured, voice pitched low and honey sweet as he rose from the table to loom over you. With a practiced, startling quickness, the men accompanying him also stood, clearly gathering themselves to leave. You mumbled out a thank you, eyes pinned to a scuff on the hardwood floors of the dining room, happy to be done with the entire encounter. Happy to have your temperature return from its fever pitch.

Just as you’d pivoted to escape to the kitchen’s safety, his arm shot forward to capture your forearm, and the sensation of his touch ricocheted up your arm into your chest where it spread like ice. For a moment you worried you had offended him somehow and that come that time tomorrow you’d wash up on some shore a thousand miles away from home. After a split-second of panic, his fingers slid lower to cover your wrist, your pulse beating against his fingertips, and the panic was quickly replaced with desire.

“What time do you have?” The question was so mundane it rattled your mind.

“Huh?” You’d managed to choke out, face twisted in confusion. You could hear the redhead who’d been sitting immediately to his left chuckle at you, catching the sight of his hand covering his mouth in your periphery.

“What time do you have?” His tone barely shifted, but looking back, you’d describe it as amused.

You glanced down at the watch wrapped around your free wrist and rattled off “10:28, sir.”

It had been the only words you exchanged that night, aside from his order, but for Ushijima, it had apparently been enough.

He’d left you half your rent as a tip.

You had known who he was, the moment he and his companions sat down, your manager had whispered his greatest hits into your ear. Protection fees, bribes, enforcement, probably murder.

Now he was a regular. Your regular.

“You know you keep coming by and I'm gonna start thinking you like me.” You pull the small notepad out of the apron tied around your waist and tap your pen against it. As always, it’s hard to meet his eyes, so you opt to doodle little flowers in the margins.

"Would that be so bad?" This forces your gaze upward, his voice is teasing, but his face, and what a face it was, is blank. Almost scarily so.

“Depends on how you look at it.” You abandon your flowers.

“How do you look at it?” His eyes are shrewd as he settles back into his chair. On anyone else, the movement would seem casual, but with him, it looked like a threat. Everything he did looked like a threat.

Sometimes you wished he’d make good on them. On you.

“I'll let you know when I've figured it out,” you snort, despite yourself. “Can I get you anything, maybe a glass of wine?” you gesture to his table, empty of anything but place settings and spotless glasses, one for water and another long stemmed crystal that usually went unfilled.

“I don't drink.” He murmurs, voice just above a whisper while he drags the pointer finger of his left hand over the tines of his salad fork.

“Do you ever relax?” Your eyes are drawn to the movement, following the gentle path along the cutlery, and when he stops, you force yourself to meet his stare. The look he gives you makes you feel as though he’d given you a test, and try as you might, you can’t tell if you passed or failed.

“I indulge in other things.” The phrase is dripping with promise and you find yourself tingling with the familiar excitement his presence brings. He shoots you a meaningful stare, eyes now focused on the set of your mouth as you speak.

“I'll be right back with your water.”

Somehow the refuge of the kitchen is less hot than the dining room where he sits, waiting for you. Regardless, you still feel like sticking your head in the dishwater just to cool off.

When you can bring yourself to return with his ice water, Ushijima’s table is empty, save another exorbitant tip, and a perfectly square piece of paper, folded in half. You slip the tip into your apron and unfold the note, revealing text written in thin, slanted script; “Antonio’s, 9 PM”. The dark blue ink is slightly smudged over each following letter.

You stash the note away with his tip and think to yourself; ‘Hm. He’s left handed.’

That night, you’re hardly halfway into your meal with Ushijima, woefully trying to soak up your pre-dinner glass of wine with the fancy pasta he’d recommended to you, when he asks you a question.

“Do you have a man to take care of you?” He stares at you unflinchingly, hands folded in his lap, food barely touched. You almost choke on a noodle at his bluntness, and narrowly avoid coughing into your hand by forcing the stray fettuccine down with, you guessed it, more wine. The waiters here must’ve been paid by the pour.

“I don't see how that's any of your business.” You manage to spit out, covering your mouth with your hand daintily, pausing to set down your fork.

“I want to make it my business.” The phrase sends heat up your spine and you desperately tamp down your desire to lean forward and whimper “Whatever you want, Mister.”

Instead, you opt to answer diplomatically; “What if I told you I do?”

“You're not going to say that.”

Ouch.

He doesn’t wait for you to respond, pushing on, not to explain himself; he never explains himself. Ushijima speaks to inform you. How kind.

“Not because I don't think men want you, I know men want you. I want you. I don't think you'd entertain me if you had someone in your life.”

If you were pressed later on, you’d say that’s when Ushijima Wakatoshi had you. That’s the moment you fit so sweetly in his palm. That’s when your heart swore fealty.

But in the moment, you just really wanted to fuck him.

“Fair enough.”

Your next sip of wine empties the glass.

All your following dates after the first have a strange shade of innocence to them. Ushijima, even with his thick perimeter of bodyguards and seemingly bottomless pockets, is content to take you out for ice cream, to pick you up after work and hold your shopping bags while he foots the bill. It’s all surprisingly pedestrian for a man with a body count in the hundreds. Allegedly, of course.

And then, after date number six, when you’re thanking him for walking you home, and the night around you is still and quiet and comfortable, he tells you to call him Wakatoshi, and you think that he might just be in your palm too.

The first time you have sex, the two of you are lying on your slightly too small bed, and you almost cry with how good it feels. He touches you so softly, but every part of him is so firm. And he kisses you so much, on your lips, your cheeks, your throat, the small of your back, where your thigh curves to make your ass, the inside of your wrist. It feels as though there isn't a moment where his lips aren't pressed to your skin, and you revel in the feeling. In the soft downward slope of his shoulders and the short puffs of breath against your temple while he drives into you. The first time he makes you come it stops all thought, every worry of how bad he was for you, how far and fast you were falling. It’s all so good that it’s only the pressure of him bearing down on you that stops you from passing out from the pleasure.

For a while you stay like that, with him inside you, unmoving, and you beneath him, gasping for breath. He hasn’t finished yet and he makes it painfully clear, rubbing his thumbs into the tensed muscles of your thighs and calves, urging you to recover. You almost ask him to stop, the contact is nearly overwhelming.

Then he asks you.

“That's not enough for you, is it?”

And you agree. You push him away and slide out from under his hold, twisting deftly until he is below and you are above. You straddle him and take his head between your hands and watch the most feared man in the city crumble beneath you. He pours himself into you, hips stuttering against you in his desperation, sweat slick palms sliding over your skin while he fucks you to completion.

Toshi is not sweet, or charming or even very kind, not unless his lips are pressed to yours while his hands go soft over your breasts, thumbing and grasping at the plush skin beneath your shirt. Regardless, where he goes, you follow, until you're tumbling head first into something you couldn't have possibly prepared for.

There were times when the reality of what you were doing struck you upside the head and made you question everything. When you were alone and your mind could go unchecked, focus on something other than Wakatoshi burying his teeth in your shoulder while you came on his fingers. Times like when your boss couldn’t quite keep eye contact with you during front-of-house meetings. Or when you were sure a police cruiser was tailing you. Or when the intense bodyguard (with a fucking bowlcut) who so clearly disliked you slammed the town car door just a little too hard. But Toshi was close by, ready to wipe away worries with soft lipped kisses and lingering touches and presents he “thought you would like”.

And he was always close by. He hoarded your attention like he hoarded power and influence. For the first three months you'd been together, he had refused to call you by your name in front of his men. As though it was knowledge only he should know, a power only he could have.

It was surprisingly childish, but the proclivity faded eventually. Instead, he showed his influence in different ways.

Over time he develops this method of persuading you, of asking you questions until you gave him the answer he wanted to hear. Sometimes you weren't even sure if he knew he was doing it. It started with little things, things that branded you as “his girl”. Making reservations using his name, even when he wasn't present. Letting him fuck you in the back seat of one of his glossy black cars, even after insisting you weren't "that kind of girl" (whatever the fuck that meant), breaking your lease and moving onto his estate, into a bedroom across the hall from his. Not that you spent much time there.

Then the things Ushijima asked for weren't so little anymore.

“Put in your resignation.” He mutters, patting the inside of your thigh when he pulls away from you. The switch to Ushijima Wakatoshi, “the Underground Crime Boss” from Toshi, “man who just spent an hour grinding your clit against his tongue” makes your head spin and it takes you a minute to realize he’s talking about your job at the restaurant. Unfortunately, the feeling his command causes is familiar, and unwelcome.

“A place like that doesn’t need a resignation.” You laugh him off and rise to shower, legs pleasantly unstable, but before you can start wobbling to the bathroom, he catches you by the wrist. His fingers press forcefully against your skin, anchoring you to the spot.

“Good. Make the call then.”

His tone brooked no room for further discussion, and you acquiesced, just to get that cold, sharp gaze off your skin, out of your hair. Later you’d tell yourself he would’ve convinced you eventually and you were just saving the both of you some time, time better spent with him inside you. You’d tell yourself that you never really even liked your job, just the people and they’d be easy to reach.

But it didn’t make you feel any better.

Being with him was like falling off a cliff, sometimes you jumped, sometimes you’d tripped. Other times Wakatoshi would push you, over and over, and you never quite fell far enough for your head to meet the pavement racing forward to greet you. Mostly, you could only feel the air rushing past, whipping over your skin, watering your eyes. But occasionally, things would happen that force you to remember the ground, and fear makes your stomach flip flop into your throat. And you truly honestly think; “I’m going to die.”

The parties, however, are a definite bonus, you meet interesting people, you wear nice clothes, the top shelf, premium quality alcohol is free and you spend the majority of the night tucked securely into Toshi’s side. But the best part is the looks, the fear. You’d never really experienced anything like it before. People stare at you in reverence, they try to impress you, people you barely know stumble over themselves to make you happy. Because you’re Toshi’s girl.

It’s intoxicating.

The vodka helps too though.

And tonight it’s in excess. You’re not even quite sure what’s being celebrated but Toshi had thrown open your bedroom door, small, wrapped silver box in hand saying little but “get dressed”. When you asked what for, he’d shrugged and muttered something about a nightclub before placing the gift in your expectant hands. Inside had been a diamond tennis bracelet, each inlaid stone winking it’s own brilliance at you. Easily one of the most expensive gifts Toshi had ever given to you, and his small, indulgent smile as you’d secured it to your wrist confirmed its importance. He’d placed his hand on your cheek and pressed his lips to yours gently, whispering against your mouth; “Let’s show it off.”

And really, how could anyone say no to that?

“Quite the step up from bussing tables, ain’t it.” Tendou is addressing you, which is rare enough that it pulls you out of your reverie. What isn’t rare, however, is the seedy, leering smirk on his face when he looks at you over the rim of his crystalline whiskey glass.

“It’s nice.” You shrug, and Toshi adjusts minutely so you can lean forward, the movement jostling the diamond drop earrings you’d received for your birthday. You smile placidly at him and will your heartbeat to remain steady. In reality, everything about Tendou makes you nervous, where Ushijima is blunt and quiet, Tendou says a lot and means so very little. His eyes are sharp and unwavering for everyone, even for those you assume he likes and though it’s easy to forget that the men and few women who surround you on a daily basis are hardened criminals (many of whom treat you like a little sister of sorts), Tendou is undeniably dangerous, and he wants you to know it.

When you do speak again, your voice is deceptively even and playfully regretful; “I do miss the tips though.”

Tendou’s answering laugh is loud and abrasive. He raises his glass to you, seemingly satisfied with your answer and the breath you release is just barely a comfort. Toshi tugs you back into place and before you’ve even settled, his lips brush the shell of your ear.

“Be good.” The command sends a shock down your spine that settles as a flutter in your abdomen.

“When am I ever not good?” The flirting comes easier with the time that passes. Over the year you’ve spent together, you’ve struck a balance between what Toshi wants people to see of you and what you want to show. It feels almost like...putting on an act, saying the lines that will get a reaction, playing a part the audience wants to see. The Mobbed Up Girlfriend. Not quite as out of the know as you really are, beneath the jewelry and liquor and bodyguards.

All of that show just to strip it down when you’re by yourself, really by yourself, and you have to confront the constant, suffocating, looming threat of danger and secrets, of blood and money. Of Wakatoshi taking phone calls in other rooms, and harshly whispered commands and family meetings you aren’t allowed to attend.

But right now, in the dark, numbingly loud nightclub, nestled deep into Ushijima territory, you have a play to put on.

So you play. Ushijima turns and asks Shirabu for a cigarette, who quickly provides for his boss. Ushijima balances it between his lips and begins to remove the arm around you to light it. But because you’d forced Toshi to watch a gangster movie with you (“it’ll be funny. You can tell me what they do wrong.”) and you were apparently stupid, you sneak your hand into the inside pocket of his jacket, wrapping your fingers around his silver lighter, before you tug it out and light his cigarette for him.

Toshi, for a fraction of a second, looks shocked and the rise of his eyebrows delights you. Then his face settles into something darker, more...considering. And your delight melts into desire. Without a word to the hangers-on nearby, he stands, his hand clasping yours, tugging you through the dance floor filled with shaking, sweating bodies and into the restroom. Immediately, you’re met with three pairs of curious eyes, eyes that just as quickly swing to the man accompanying you.

“Out.”

The men’s room door is barely shut before your dress is rucked up around your waist and Toshi pushes inside your weeping cunt, trailing feverishly hot, open mouth kisses up the exposed column of your throat.

“What part of ‘be good’ don’t you understand?”

The interior of the car is plush and warm when you enter, the running engine thrumming pleasantly beneath your shaky legs. Goshiki’s knife-sharp gaze meets yours in the rearview window. “He’s still inside. I’m leaving a little early.” You mutter, not wanting to explain the tear up the side of your dress to Toshi’s most unlikeable lackey. Without another word, he pulls out of the club’s parking lot, speeding along the route to the estate. It’s silent for a while, after all, there’s no love lost between you and your “babysitter” and you’re content to sit in the bitter quiet, watching the streetlights zip by.

“You know it's a power thing right?” Goshiki snipes, eyes back on you when you drag your eyes back to the mirror.

“What?” You’re practically soaked in alcohol and you can’t be bothered to drum up even a little softness in your tone.

Not that he deserved it in the first place.

The way he looks at you makes you sick, makes you uncomfortable, like you're something stuck to his shoe.

"It's a power thing for him. Man like him can have anything he wants." his brows come together in the center, and you can feel the envy roll off him in waves, thick to the point of suffocating you. "Anyone, so he picked you. A little waitress from the big city." He sneers.

And you know, of course, that it's true. You, like all things, are just another facet of Ushijima's business, a more personal account he handles himself. Kept so close, to lose you would be a liability. He loved you, he said so himself, but he keeps you at a distance.

But that doesn't mean you have to let disrespect slide.

“Being rude to me won't make him like you, you know.” Your voice is so cold it almost shocks you, but for better or for worse, watching Toshi conduct business everyday has changed the way you speak. ‘Just a little bit’, you reassure yourself. “It won't make them take you seriously.” Your perfectly manicured nails dig into the buttery leather of the seat between you, before you lean forward to hiss in his ear; “You're just a foot soldier.”

“And you're a stress reliever.” He bites at you, his foot falling heavy on the gas pedal in irritation, forcing the car to accelerate further.

“Maybe.” You hum, “But I get to stay inside the house. Can't say the same for you, can we?” The harshness of your taunts fills your ears, and it may as well be another person speaking entirely. But the way he pales and tears away his gaze makes you feel….good. In a way you don’t want to examine.

Goshiki leaves you alone after that.

For the most part, everyone keeps you at an arm’s length when it comes to Toshi’s business, and you’re grateful. The ugly seediness of the city’s underbelly is a world you don’t care to explore, even though you're happily perched on the lap of the man who controls it.

That being said, there’s hardly anything you can do to stop his enemies from trying to get to you. It’s not intentional, not really, but it is business, and business is fucking important.

It’s business that has you leaving the estate earlier than usual. Apparently, Toshi has the entire underworld coming to the estate for some sort of “gangster summit” (Tendou’s words of course) and he wants you out of sight.

“Just for the day. I’ll make it up to you. Keep your head down, follow orders for once.” He’d murmured above you while you looped his tie, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head before turning his broad back to you, the soft click of the bedroom door closing behind him eliminating any chance of your refusal. Not that you had one brewing anyway.

It was hard to turn him down when you first started seeing each other, now it’s near impossible. Now, the slightest downturn of his mouth, the incredulous uplift of his brow is enough to turn the “no” on your lips to ash. The shame only settles in when he’s not around to fuck it out of you. It trails behind you like smoke curling and cloying wherever you go, following you out of the main house and down the driveway, Goshiki, ever present at your side. You wave at Kai, who’s sitting sleepily in the driver’s seat of the slick black sports car at the end of the driveway. He returns the gesture, smiling back before turning the key in the ignition.

You’d never seen an explosion in person before, like any normal goddamn person, but before today you had figured it would be close in approximation to what you see in movies, and on tv. And yeah, you weren’t stupid, you knew those were controlled, and on sets and sound stages, but how far from the truth could they be?

Very far, as a matter of fact.

It’s the light that hits you before anything else. It’s impossibly bright at first, and in the back of your mind you wonder if you’ll be blinded, if you’d keep your eyebrows, even though you weren’t very close at all.

Then the sound of it — the delay was a little disturbing — the crushing boom of Toshi’s favourite convertible exploding into flames came maybe a quarter of a second after the light, and your screaming started with the heat. You screamed and screamed even through the smothering presence of Goshiki’s palm.

You could’ve been in there. Wakatoshi could have been in there. Burning to death like the driver is right now, the driver with the small, sweet smile. Too sweet for the work he does. The driver who likes the chai lattes you bring him most mornings, even if “they’re not a man’s drink”. For business.

Head? Meet pavement.

It’s four days after the car incident, the incident no one will mention around you, the one that left Ushijima’s favourite ride a smoking heap of burnt out metal, the one that almost killed you, the one that reportedly left a little girl fatherless. He’d all but shoved you out of the house, foisting you onto Goshiki, if only to evade your questions, your concerns, your night terrors.

“Go get something to wear, we’ll go out tonight.” The paranoia scratching at the inside of your skull almost makes it impossible to process what Wakatoshi is asking of you, but you nod anyway, slide the folded bills he offers you into your coat pocket and descend the stairs to where Goshiki is waiting, sullen but blissfully quiet. On your way down, you catch the beginning of Toshi’s conversation before he shuts himself behind his office door; “I don’t want any more close calls.” Your stomach flips in time with the door slamming shut and you swallow down the bile rising in your throat.

What the fuck is happening?

Shopping is a dull affair lately, expensive clothes and saccharine perfumes slipping through your fingers with disinterest. Anything that does catch your attention is scrutinized with thoughts of how quickly it would burn up in a staged arson, how well it could stop a bullet, how much or how little it would hurt Ushijima to sell it or toss it out after he’d buried you in the estate’s garden. After hours of the same, of sales associates with the word “commission” sparkling in their otherwise dull eyes, of Goshiki grunting and sighing about having “better shit to do”, you call it, ready to slink your way over to some luxe hotel room to burn away the rest of your exile.

The car sits gleaming in the parking lot and as it has done every day since, your heart skips before you remember that every single vehicle that goes in and out of the estate has been checked thoroughly over and over. However, before you can stash yourself away in the backseat to pour over what the fuck you were doing with your life, you’re approached by a pair of uniformed officers, their faces smeared with tepid smiles, as if they wish to put you at ease.

“Excuse me Miss…” the officer trails off, leaving space for you to finish your name. You don't, instead you stare, placing three heavy shopping bags into Goshiki's waiting hands.

“We'd like to speak with you,” the taller officer with a goatee and long hair addresses you, his thumbs tucked into his belt. “regarding an incident that occurred outside your residence the other day.” The other police officer, wearing a badge brandishing the surname ‘Nishinoya’ eyeballs Goshiki, his entire — admittedly small frame — fraught with tension, as though he’s waiting to pounce. “If you have some time.” The first officer adds, his gaze never straying from your face.

The rules drilled into you by Toshi are so well ingrained you begin to speak on autopilot.

“Am I being arrested?”

The officer blinks, and shakes his head, the corners of his mouth pulled down in a frown. "No ma'am. But we are asking you to provide us with a statement."

Later on, when you’re sitting on the cold, cold steel chair in the precinct, shivering and willing yourself not to whimper under the detectives’ heavy, judging gaze, you’ll realize that it was the word ‘witness’ that set Goshiki off, reminded him of his fucking job.

Your babysitter-bodyguard steps in front of you, shielding you from the officer’s view, shoulders hiked up to his ears.

“You can let her come with us, or I can find a reason to put you in the cop car too, and I promise you the trip won't be quite as nice.” Officer Nishinoya chirps, shifting towards the two of you.

“It's fine.” You place your hand on Goshiki’s shoulder, hoping to stave off any upcoming outbursts, if not for his sake, then certainly for your own. “I'll come.” You circle around the men, almost relieved that you’ll be someplace, where for once, you are out of Wakatoshi’s grasp, out of his influence, at least for a little while.

“He won’t like this.” Goshiki spits, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head as the officers guide you into the backseat of the cramped cop car they arrived in.

“He wanted me out of the house, Goshiki. I’m following orders.”

whew! longest fic yet i believe. again, you can find approval, which takes place directly after this fic here. scope the rest of my kinktober 2022 masterlist here!

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mackjlee9 · 2 years

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[Kintober 2022]

Character & Prompt;

Ushijima Wakatoshi| Pegging

•|word count; 666|•

Warning; ftm!reader, strap is referred to as cock later on.

Having known Ushijima since childhood meant he knew a lot of things about (M/n), especially, his gender.

(M/n) was born a girl, but ever since he was little he's always hated wearing dresses, skirts, and having long hair. One day, he got tired of being misgendered, and that led to him impulsively cutting his hair, his mother freaked when she saw what he had done to his beautiful long hair, but (M/n) cried and yelled at her.

"I'm not a girl!! Stop treating me like one!"

Ever since then, even though they were reluctant, his parents accepted (M/n) for who he is, a boy. But with that came a lot of issues and complications. Especially when it came to schools. (M/n) was still being treated like a girl, which cause the poor boy to get angry, involving himself in fights. He was misgendered and referred to with the wrong pronoun more times than he could count, but there was someone, apart from his parents, who treated him like a boy.

Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Being friends meant that he also got called names for hanging out with a weirdo, but he always responded, with that nonchalant expression on his face, "There's nothing wrong with (M/n), he's a boy like you."

(M/n) could never thank him enough for being there for him through all the bad times he had to experience.

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Except that now, Wakatoshi had a different way to support (M/n).

There was an important match for the national team representing Japan in the Olympics coming up the next day, and Wakatoshi wanted to release some pent-up stress so, like a good boy, he cleaned up his body and stretched himself, getting on the bed fully naked while he waited for (M/n) to get out of the shower too.

Looking around, his green eyes caught sight of the strap that (M/n) placed on the bedside table, blushing as his entrance throbbed as he thought of what (M/n) would do to him. And there he was.

Walking out of the shower shirtless, wearing only his boxer briefs, in his hand a hand towel to dry his hair. His (e/c) eyes looked up from the ground, making eye contact with Ushijima, who rubbed his thighs together, his cock pressing against his underwear. Showing him a gentle smile, (M/n) threw the towel on the couch of the hotel room they were staying in, and got on the bed, slowly caressing Wakatoshi's knees and thighs, pushing his legs open.

(M/n) leaned down to kiss him, his hands caressing his tender skin softly, an action that got the opposite reaction of what he was expecting. Ushijima whined against his mouth, "Just fuck me already, (M/n)."

Trying to hold back a smirk, (M/n) reached his hand out to grab his strap, securing it around his waist and thighs, making sure it wouldn't come off or it wasn't too loose. Ushijima whimpered at the sight of his boyfriend's cock, placing his hands under his knees and holding his legs spread, exposing his twitching wet entrance.

(M/n) aligned his cock to Ushijima's hole and slowly pushed inside him, watching him frown and bite his lip as his body quivered at the feeling of being filled. After a few seconds, where (M/n) heard Ushijima start to whine and whimper, he replaced the male's hands with his, pressing his knees against his chest and fucking him in a mating press position. Listening to Ushijima's cries and begs to fuck him faster and harder, pounding his prostate and watching him tear up.

He stuck his tongue out, drool dripping down his cheeks as (M/n) fucked him dumb, unable to think of anything that wasn't the big, thick cock stretching his insides.

Well, his stress was gone now, and he'll be able to play tomorrow thanks to (M/n).

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kenzumekodma · 2 years

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i ,,, wanna write for thoma

#🐾.personal #next day off here we go #self indulgency at its finest tbh and that’s how it’s gonna work cept for kinktober #and i do kinda wanna do a part 2 to jealous with ushijima #i do think tho that oct 29th or so i’m gonna do a part two to spectrophilia with erwin

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teamatsumu · 7 months

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kinktober 2023 -> day 8

domination - ushijima wakatoshi x reader

word count: 895

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Ushijima Wakatoshi was a man.

In every sense of the word, he was the most man a man could be. You knew you couldn’t tell him that. It would only confuse him because of course he was a man, Wasn’t that obvious? But he didn’t get it like you did. He didn’t get how man he truly was.

He showed it in subtle ways, in the possessive touch of his hand at the small of your back, guiding you through crowds and making sure you didn’t stray too far. It showed when he wouldn’t let you carry anything, whether it was grocery bags, your own backpack, and sometimes even your purse if you had chosen a bigger one to hold your possessions. It would show in how he handled your daughter, gently despite his massive size, when you would walk in on him swinging her around as she hung from his bicep, shrieking in delight.

It showed in less gentler ways when it was just the two of you, in the darkness of your shared bedroom, when Ushijima pressed your body into the bed until you couldn’t move, until all you could do was lay there and take what he gave you, long hard strokes of his massive cock, bullying itself into your poor cunt without any care, knowing you well enough to know you loved the burn of it. He manhandled you whichever way he liked, bending and twisting your body to bring maximum pleasure to you both, making sure he hit all the right angles, but not letting you dictate the terms at all. And it turned you on so bad.

You loved that he was so dominating, that he didn’t like the idea of not having control. It meant that you could shut your brain off and let your husband do whatever he wanted to you, trusting that he would get you to the edge and make you topple over it. Like right now, you laid under him perfectly pliant, letting him fuck his cock into you over and over until your thoughts were nothing but a jumbled mess in your otherwise empty head.

Ushijima held your hands above your head by a single grip on your wrist, restricting any and all mobility you could have. You watched, eyes running down his sweaty body, all the curves and dents in his muscles shining with sweat, abs flexed as he worked his hips into you, watching the little bulge right at the bottom of your stomach, something that you knew had always fascinated and turned Ushijima on. Your hands struggled then a bit, out of instinct, trying to give in to the urge to run a hand over his bare, slick torso.

Ushijima sensed the movement, looking up at you with heated eyes. His movements never ceased, never even slowled, as he observed you trying to wrestle against his grip.

“No.” Came the simple answer.

You bit your lip, pleading with him. “Wanna touch you, Toshi.”

He shook his head, increasing his pace until you were gasping and arching into him. His eyes trained on your breasts, unable to stop himself from leaning down and sucking a nipple into his mouth. You moaned, feeling yourself gush around him more. The sounds of his thrusts grew wetter, filthier.

“Take what I give you.” He ordered once his mouth was free again, still leaned close to your chest, licking at the mounds. “You will get there. I will get you there, I promise. Just do as I say.”

And you did. You let your body go pliant again, let him drive his cock deeper and deeper into you, biting and sucking on your breasts until you were cumming, just as he released your hands and let you cling to him. He let you ground yourself as your orgasm overtook your body, your nails digging into the skin of his back, his cock not slowing down for a second until he had emptied himself into your thoroughly fucked out pussy.

At the end of the day, he really did know what was best for you. Why else would you trust him so completely with your body?

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osamusriceballs · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 27 <3

Ushijima x dirtytalk

Warnings: NSFW, fem reader

Words: ~ 2,3 k

Kinktober Masterlist II -> Next day

"Here, Wakatoshi-kun! Look at this!"

A phone gets shoved into his face, the brightness level way too high for comfort, but he squints to take a look at the screen. A small grunt leaves his lips at the lack of greeting from his red-haired friend, but he chooses to focus on the screen instead.

It's an Instagram post with a picture of him, one taken during the Olympics. He looks at the picture, confused, but then Tendou starts scrolling through the comments

"I'd combust if he called me 'baby' with that deep voice."

"Do you think he's vocal in bed?" Reply: "He doesn't talk much in interviews, so I doubt it." Reply: "What a waste. His voice is so hot."

"LOOK AT HIS ABS *drools*"

"The world is going crazy ever since you said 'baby' in that one interview!" Tendou wildly gestures with his phone still in his hand, his grin almost smug when he elbows Ushijima. A frown appears on the spiker's face as he tries to recall the interview. It was one that he wasn't too fond of, due to the number of personal questions that had been asked. Way too personal questions for his liking.

"Ushijima-san, do you have any plans to start a family soon? When can we expect a baby, a little Ushijima junior?" "Baby?" he had echoed, clearly taken aback by this question, something that the interviewer probably failed to notice, but to the people close to him, it was fairly obvious. The silence after this question lead to speculation on the internet about his relationship status, something that he has kept private so far.

"It wasn't in a sexual way." Ushijima states after skimming through more comments, raising his eyebrows when the messages get more explicit and vulgar. "I was surprised when he asked the question."

"Doesn't matter! The world is going feral now, everybody wants to be Wakatoshi's baby! And even I have to admit that I got butterflies when I heard you say that. Y/n is really lucky~" Tendou hums, mischief clear in his eyes, but Ushijima fails to follow his train of thoughts with this.

"Why is she lucky?"

"Because she gets you to say sweet and dirty things to her all day long. You can't fool me, Wakatoshi-kun; I'm not only your best but also your oldest friend." Tendou winks and strolls ahead, oblivious to the way Wakatoshi is left standing there with a frown on his face, still.

xxxxx

"Y/n?"

You rub your arms dry with a fluffy towel when his voice comes from the other side of the door.

"Hmm?" you hum, smiling excitedly because he is finally back home. "I'll be out in a second."

"Yes, please. We need to talk." You hear him lean against the door frame, clearly waiting for you to come out.

You freeze at his words, eyes growing wide when realization settles in and you fully comprehend his words. "Talk? Talk about what?" you know that you sound shrill and loud, but you can't help yourself but to feel nervous at his serious tone- even more serious than normally.

"About us." Your jaw drops, and you quickly reach for your bathrobe, hastily unfolding the fabric to its full length.

"What do you mean about us? Is there a problem with us?" You finally manage to pull your arms through the fabric, quickly wrapping the fabric along your body before you open the door. You're met with Ushijima's broad chest as he quickly straightens to his full posture. His olive eyes roam over your body, lingering for a short moment on your exposed cleavage before they return back to your face. He looks nervous, there is no other way to put it. "I'm not sure. I think there could might be a problem."

"And what would that be?" You cross your arms in front of your chest, your eyes boring into his face as if you could find answers for his unusual behavior there. You've never seen him like this before. His usual warm eyes are clouded with worry, his hands fidgeting with his phone in his hands. "Toshi? What is it? Please, talk to me." You're tempted to take the phone out of his hands, but you refrain from touching him, not when you don't know what's going on.

"Are you happy with our sex life?" His eyes don't leave your face, not for even the slightest second to see your reaction, and your jaw drops at the sudden question- you expected a lot, but definitely not this.

"I'm- I mean, yes I am? Shouldn't I be? Are you unhappy?" You take a slight step back, creating distance between the two of you, baffled by the sudden implication that he thinks that you're not satisfied. Or that he might not be. Sex with Wakatoshi is great- hard, rough, and passionate. He knows how to fuck you, that is for sure, but he also knows how to be gentle and sweet, how to take care of you and spoil you, especially during aftercare. You lack nothing in your sex life with him- and you hope that he feels the same.

"I am happy. Very. I enjoy sex with you very much much," he states firmly, but that only confuses you more.

"Why are you asking me then? What made you think that I could be unhappy?" You move closer to him, worry etched in your features when you finally take his phone and put it aside to grab his hands.

"Do you want me to talk more? To be more vocal? I saw a video and people kept on commenting how they want me to call them 'baby' and some more things. Would you like that too?" The way he asks nonchalantly like he was just talking about dinner made this even more embarrassing somehow.

"For you to call me 'baby' during sex?"

"Hmm." He nods and looks expectantly at you, his hands squeezing yours while his gaze seems somewhat calmer now that he is convinced that you're satisfied.

"You... you can call me whatever you want. I'm fine with it." You try to sound unbothered and calm, but the slightly shaking note shows how the thought of him calling you "baby" or "his pretty girl" while he thrusts into you does something to you. He nods, hesitating for a second, but then his hands suddenly drop yours to pull you in by the waist, his other hand coming to your chin while he leans down until his lips are close to your ear.

"My baby. Or would you rather be my babygirl?" His honey-like voice almost puts a spell on you, and you find yourself shivering in his arms, thighs involuntarily clenching together. "S-sounds good, Toshi." You bring your hands up to his chest, feeling the hard muscles under his shirt and his slow and steady heartbeat.

"And what would my babygirl like me to do? Does my babygirl want to be touched?" He lowly mumbles against the shell of your ear, your heart now beating faster when his hands start to roam over your body. "Yes," you breathlessly answer, hands slightly clenching into the fabric of his shirt. Definitely not what you had expected as the outcome of the conversation, but vocal Wakatoshi makes your pussy throb with every single word.

"My babygirl needs me to touch her, huh? I will take care of that pretty little princess cunt." He kisses your cheek, and your legs feel like jelly at this point. You cling to him, hanging on every single one of his words. You feel your arousal growing, feel how you start to get wet the more his hands keep touching you.

"More," you whisper, feeling hot and bothered while he keeps on touching you and pressing kisses to your neck. "More? Is my babygirl needy? That pretty princess cunny needs me to touch her?" He lifts the bathrobe just enough to place one hand on your thigh, and you feel like your body is on fire when he touches you there.

"Yes," you gasp, your hands now finding purchase on his shoulders while you cling onto him like your life depends on it. "What does that little princess cunny want? My fingers?" He grazes his fingertips along your thigh, moving dangerously close to your pussy under the bathrobe- bare, and basically creaming for him the longer he keeps playing with your body.

"Or my tongue?" he licks along the column of your neck, and you gasp at his words, the sensation hot and forbidden god. "I want to taste you, baby. You always taste so sweet. Do you want my tongue between your legs? Licking at your pretty pussy?" His fingers reach your throbbing pussy, slightly parting your folds and dipping in your wetness.

"Do it, do it, Toshi, please," you press your legs together around his hand, effectively caging him right where you need it. "Hmm, but you have to cum on my fingers first." He pecks your cheek and pulls his hand away from your legs, just to place it on your hips to guide you towards the bed. "Lay down for me, baby. Open that bathrobe for me."

His baritone echoes through the room, and you feel yourself doing everything like you're in a haze, full of need for him. "Hmm, that's my good girl." He hums apporvingly when you discard the bathrobe on the floor. Your body is trembling in the cool air of the room, but Ushijima is quick to join you on the bed and to hover above you, radiating so much heat that you instantly feel warm.

"Baby, spread your legs for me. Show me everything." You take a deep breath and slowly part your legs, revealing your glistening folds to him. A shiver runs down his body, and he clears his throat before he speaks again, his voice now lower when he is obviously bothered and turned on by the situation. "Look at how wet you are for me. All for me."

You frantically nod, anticipation rushing through your body while you wait for him to touch you. His fingers finally roam over your thighs, and your head falls back into the pillow at the way he touches you, the way he knows exactly where and how to touch you.

"So impatient. I can't wait to be inside of you, to feel you around me." Your gaze falls to the tent in his pants, the thought of him fucking you making your head spin and your pussy throb with need. His fingers move between your legs, moving along your folds and pressing against your clit. You moan at the sensation, your hands fisting the sheets when his thumb prods on your entrance.

"You look so pretty like this. Just waiting for me to touch you, to fuck you. And you feel so good around my fingers." He pushes his thumb inside of you, and you almost close your legs around him. "I will make you feel so good. I will make you cum on my fingers, on my tongue, on my cock." You clench around the digit at his words, your eyes focused on his handsome face while he keeps on rubbing your clit. "More, please more," you whine your body shaking underneath his. "Shhh, I'll give you more. I'll give you what you need, baby." His eyes roam down your body and you almost protest when he pulls his thumb out, just to quickly replace it with three of his fingers. "Oh, Toshi," you whine, your hips arching into him, and you start to fuck yourself on his fingers. He keeps the fast rhythm, pulling his fingers out, and pushing them back inside, curling them pulling them out again. "You feel so good. You're is creaming for me, look at that." His words only add fuel to your desire, and you grab his shoulders to push him down to you to connect your lips in a needy kiss. He groans into your mouth, his movements slowing down for a few moments before he sets his rhythm again, a fast and punishing pace now.

Your nails rake along his bare shoulders, leaving red marks, and he groans at the sensation. "Come on, baby girl. Let me feel you clench around me. Cream on my fingers, make a mess for me," his voice sends you over the edge, and you moan his name when you cum, your walls pulsing and clenching softly around his fingers. He groans your name, sweet praises of how you're his good girl, how pretty you look under him, how much he loves you, leave his lips and your body arches from the bed into his while your face contorts in pure bliss.

He prolongs your high, making sure to keep his pace and to curl his fingers just the right way, and your body goes limp when he finally slows down. His lips meet yours, pressing chaste and loving kisses to your face. "Was that okay?" The slight frown on his face is back, a clear sign of him being deep in thoughts when he pulls back after a few more kisses.

"More than okay. I think I could cum from your voice alone." You smile up at him and cup his cheek, the afterglow making you feel so good while you lay under him.

He raises an eyebrow, curiosity now sparkling in his eyes at your words, and you are quick to explain further. "I- I didn't mean that literally. Like- I just wanted to say that your voice is hot. And you are hot." Your cheeks heat up when he simply nods and hums, a mild smile on his lips.

"I want to test that out. Let's see if I can make you cum with my voice alone, baby."

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #ushijima #ushijima smut #ushijima x reader #this got longer than I thought it would #I thought the small bit of backstory would be a nice touch #I hope you enjoy this!#just two more days #T.T #I'll probably post Suna's part on friday #and the finale on Sunday #just to let you know! <3 #I just realized how much I'm missing Tendou T.T #I'll probably write something for him soon! <3 #BTW! I am pretty convinced that Ushijima looked up some phrases online beforehand #and he will use baby for an eternity now #But he'll eventually come along and start to use a variety of names and dirty things to say

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Masterlist! ❤

❤ haikyuu !

hinata

- what a slut | ❝where Hinata suggests using a vibrator in public...❞

kageyama

- you're pretty when you cry | ❝you always thought kageyama would be a pretty crier, so why not put that theory to the test?❞

- studying session | ❝in need of tutoring, kageyama goes to you who oh so kindly agrees to help them. but there's a catch❞

- such a tease | ❝teasing kageyama is always fun, especially if it has something to do with him cockwarming you.❞ 𓆩♡𓆪 kinktober

tsukishima |

yamaguchi |

bokuto |

kuroo

- good girls are bad girls (that haven't been caught) | ❝you have to tutor Kuroo, the school's infamous fuckboy, but the situation escalates into something else ❞

oikawa |

kenma

- embarrassing... | ❝kenma humps your thigh in the men's volleyball locker room—where anyone can hear❞

- jealousy, jealousy | ❝jealousy gets the best of you when you see Kenma being flirted on so you can't help it when it leads to some jealous sex...❞

ushijima |

atsumu

- pathetic | ❝you just can't help being mean to your pathetic, little, boyfriend❞

osamu |

d r a b b l e s / l o n g t h i r s t s : lev w/ a size kink // kageyama w/ touching in public // riding tsukishima // edging oikawa // yandere!kageyama // pegging bokuto // pegging atsumu // punishing kuroo // goshiki cumming untouched // fisting w/ kageyama // pampering midoriya after a bad day //

h e a d c a n n o n s :

- who loves to be marked?

❤ my hero academia !

midoriya

- impatient | ❝you're busy but midoriya is horny, so he takes matters into his own hands❞

- bite me, baby! | ❝midoriya gets his blood sucked by you, a vampire, and maybe enjoys it a little too much❞ 𓆩♡𓆪 kinktober

bakugou

- stripper!bakagou hcs

todoroki

- awoken | ❝whines and whimpers wake you up as you find out shoto has been humping your thigh in your sleep❞

kirishima |

kaminari

- shocking! | ❝where you use your boyfriend's quirk against him in a way he doesn't expect❞

- putting on a show | ❝you've been treating denki so well lately whether its buying all the luxury items he wants or taking him out to all the fancy restaurants around. so he thinks it's time for him to repay you back and what's better than having him put on a show for you wearing some sexy lingerie?❞ 𓆩♡𓆪 kinktober

iida

- behind closed doors | ❝there's obvious sexual tension between you and your rival, iida, but no way you would fuck "mr. perfect" right?❞

- your own private show | ❝you catch iida masturbating and he puts on a show for you❞

d r a b b l e s / l o n g t h i r s t s : werewolf!reader in rut (midoriya) // naga!reader using their tail to choke (kaminari) // naga!reader w/ size kink (midoriya) // iida secretly masturbating // iida w/ werewolf!reader // pussydrunk!izuku // izuku w/ rimming // riding bakugo // overstimulating todoroki //

h e a d c a n n o n s :

- who loves to be marked?

❤ chainsaw man !

denji

- bark for me | ❝denji just loves it when you treat him like a dog and tug on his leash.❞

aki

- clouded with lust | ❝aki finds himself in the hands of the lust devil who takes an interest in him.❞ 𓆩♡𓆪 kinktober

d r a b b l e s / l o n g t h i r s t s : denji w/ lust devil // aki w/ lust devil // fucking aki on the kitchen counter //

h e a d c a n n o n s :

❤ demon slayer !

tanjiro

- 7 minutes in hell | ❝tanjiro is just so innocent and adorable that you can't help be mean to him when the two of you are paired up for 7 minutes in heaven.❞ 𓆩♡𓆪 kinktober

zenitsu

- open your mouth, pretty boy | ❝who knew that the nerd in your english class would be a virgin and that they would be so fun to corrupt?❞ 𓆩♡𓆪 kinktober

rengoku |

d r a b b l e s / l o n g t h i r s t s : whiny!zenitsu w/ breeding kink //

h e a d c a n n o n s :

❤ jujutsu kaisen !

itadori

- challenged accepted | ❝you've given your boyfriend a challenge: go through the day with a vibrator in him. he's sure he'll complete it with ease but he realizes it may not be as easy as he thought.❞ 𓆩♡𓆪 kinktober

megumi |

gojo

- such a flirt | ❝gojo is such a flirt and sometimes he gets too close to other people to rile you up. lucky for him, it works every time.❞

- heat it up! | ❝gojo loves being a brat and by the amount of times he has been one, he's gotten use to your punishments. so you decided to try something new on him.❞ 𓆩♡𓆪 kinktober

- my kind of present | ❝Gojo surprises you for Christmas with a present: him.❞

geto

- down the chimney! | ❝in which chimmy is the euphemism for geto's throat as you're face fucking him.❞

sukuna

- king of curses? ha! | ❝sukuna is the king of curses! he's supposed to be strong, in control. so how did he end up kneeling before you, a mere human?❞

toji

- cat's got your tongue? | ❝toji tries to dominate you and his plan backfires.❞

nanami

- a househusband's duty | ❝after coming home from a hard day at work, your househusband surprises you by wearing a maid outfit. though he's annoyed that you're late so how about you bend him over the kitchen counter and eat him out to make up for it?❞ 𓆩♡𓆪 kinktober

d r a b b l e s / l o n g t h i r s t s : gojo w/ a vibrator in public // punishing gojo w/ overstimulation //geto being a good boy for you // overstimulated gojo // megumi w/ feminization // pussydrunk!geto // brat!gojo & good boy!geto // fucking geto over gojo // brat!sukuna // soft sex w/ nanami //

h e a d c a n n o n s :

❤ miscellaneous !

- smile for the camera! ♡

- give a twirl!

- submissive good boys

- bratty disobedient subs

- adorable puppy boys

- overworked pillow princes

- on the naughty list! ♡

- turning pretty boys to mush

More animes tba?...