#ushijima one shot
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boyfriend ushijima wakatoshi headcannons
what's it? fluff
allergen warning/s? mentions of divorce
sugar level? 1k (can you tell that i love him??)
regulars? @hanayanetwork @tahonet @tokyometronetwork
bon appetit!
♧ loves, loves, loves kissing his partner's hand. it had nothing to do with it being gentlemanly - though he is one - he simply loved the feeling of his partner's smaller hand in his, and the warm skin of their knuckle on his lips.
♧ ushijima isn't a very protective boyfriend. it wasn't because he didn't care about his partner or anything like that, rather he knew they were capable of defending themself and he trusted them. but of course, if he sees someone push them a bit too hard, he'll be by their side in a split second, staring down at the person AND REALLY, THAT'S ENOUGH FOR SAID PERSON TO GO RUNNING OFF IN THE OTHER DIRECTION.
♧ god, he really enjoys being the little spoon. something about the love of his life surrounding him makes him feel soft inside. he also doesn't keep this from the team. he doesn't tell them as he feels no need to and they don't ask about it in the first place, but once they find out and tease him about it, he just quirks an eyebrow and asks them what's not to enjoy.
♧ probably curious about why his partner likes putting on makeup (if they do). not the type of boyfriend, or man in general, to look down on a person or judge them for putting it on, but he's definitely a bit confused because to him, his partner's already plenty beautiful, why would they want to change how they look? he doesn't really understand it's an art and form of self expression until they explain it to him. then he understands.
♧ a really good dancer. he's got the rhythm and the grace needed for the job. doesn't really enjoy it that much though, but he's most likely asked his partner to dance with him once or twice on a stormy evening with dinner in the oven.
♧ is so so gentle with his partner. in the court, he's a force to be reckoned with, pure brute force being poured into every single one of his spikes and even to his own teammates who offer him a high five, somewhere between not being too familiar with the friendly gesture and being too pumped up, he's always smacked his hand against their a bit too hard, but with his partner, he holds them like the most precious, fragile thing in the world, with the utmost care. they can feel the love when he takes their face in his large hands uncharacteristically gently and fondly kisses their lips.
♧ he is very realistic when it comes to his romantic relationships. perhaps it's because he came from divorced parents, maybe not. he's not really sure and he doesn't really think about it much as he does not believe it to be a bad trait. although he certainly doesn't want it, he knows there's always a possibility of him and his partner splitting up. he doesn't bring up the topic randomly, but when it does come up, he's not quick to be defensive and shut it down immediately.
♧ when he decides to court someone, he is courting them. he's not gonna half-ass it because if he does take that step with them, there is a reason as to why. he has very high standards you see, so even if it meant he'd court someone for a whole year, so long as they reciprocated his feelings and are only letting him do so for a long time to know if he's serious - which he is - he'd court them for a year if he had to. he doesn't care, someone who ticks the many boxes he had is worth it.
♧ fucking purred the first time his partner ran their hands through his hair while watching tv. sure, he's had back pats before, tendo was also fond of ruffling up the professional volleyball player's hair every time they crossed paths in their dorm room, but that was the first time he got his hair played with for an extended amount of time and it just felt so euphoric to him. he really couldn't help it, his body did it on its own.
♧ his partner shouldn't really ask him to teach them how to play volleyball -- he's not very good at it. he's not good with words in general and he's well aware of that so instead, he tries to teach by doing, only his spikes are too strong for a newbie and when he tries to weaken them so his partner will be able to receive it, there's basically no momentum at all which also makes it incredibly difficult for a beginner. A for effort though, because wakatoshi-kun really tried.
♧ his love language is acts of service. during weekdays where both him and his partner have a day off, he's the one to turn off their alarm that usually wakes them up at a way-too-early five thirty am. or when he knows they've had a rough couple of days, he'll surprise them with a breakfast in bed featuring their favorite breakfast items. he doesn't verbalize his feelings about his partner much, but actions speak louder than words, no?
♧ he's very good at remembering the small details about his partner and always listens to them whenever they ramble about something, even if he has no idea what it is about.
♧ has to do things slowly with his partner. if they move too fast, he just kinda freezes up and is turned off of the relationship.
♧ he also doesn't chase anyone. he's following his dreams of being the best volleyball player he can be, he doesn't have time for that. ALSO, HE CAN'T TELL IF THEY WANT HIM TO CHASE THEM OR IF THEY ACTUALLY WANT HIM TO LEAVE THEM ALONE
♧ other people think seeing ushijima smiling is a once in a lifetime opportunity, but not his partner. while he may not be wearing a gigantic grin, whenever he's with them, both ends of his lips are slightly upturned.
i get: reblog
you get: green hair dye
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Earned it — Ushijima Wakatoshi // NSFW
word count: 2k
content note: just big strong man loving you on your birthday, oral sex - f!receiving, slight overstimulation
a/n: i've never written smut before so this is a first lmao i don't know what to think of it but i'm putting it here anyway and go to sleep gn
mdni
Ushijima prefers to not leave things to chance when he can help it. That is why he starts preparing months in advance for your birthday. It’s not like he thinks about it constantly but it enters his mind as soon as the six-months-left mark rolls around.
He lingers in front of jewelry stores a tad bit longer, looks at adverts more intently, his mind wandering off to imagine you in the dress the model is wearing, and bookmarks some of the lavishly expensive perfumes you tried at the airport and he knew you liked but would never buy for yourself. He makes a reservation at a nice restaurant, is sure to pick the one with the best view of the city, and even buys a new suit just for the occasion. All without looking at any of the price tags because his job is paying well and the thought doesn’t even occur to him that any money spent on you is ever wasted.
Ushijima’s mind is rather simple: he knows that when you take, you also give. And he finds himself relying on you more than you think he is because after all, he is big and strong and if anything, you’re usually the one asking him for help.
But Ushijima Wakatoshi isn’t a man whom words come to easily so you’re unaware of the fact that he looks forward to the shoulder rubs you give him when he comes home from a long day of practice, easing the knots in his muscles with skilled hands. You don’t know how your presence alone is enough to lull him to sleep faster and let him rest better at night even when you’re not touching because his mind is at ease just knowing you’re in reach. You don’t know how restless he gets on away games because there are things he wants to show you and experiences he would like to make together with you, yet the only consolation he has in moments like these is that you’re home, waiting for him.
And because he never tells you these things, and because he’s a simple man, it’s nothing short of obvious that he would want to do everything in his power to make you feel valued on your day.
Waking up in your shared bed with him still beside you was rare given that he usually was out and about as soon as the first ray of sunshine dared to peek through the curtains, leaving the warmth of the covers and getting ready for a morning run. Though today, he is still beside you, sleeping soundly and you relish in being able to shuffle closer to him, lay your head on his chest, and find yourself getting lulled back into slumber from the steady beat of his heart.
Ushijima had already given you your presents when the clock struck midnight, engulfing you in a hug and kissing the crown of your head lovingly. You had muttered strings of “You shouldn’t have” and “That’s too much” in between kisses, sitting among boxes of presents and wrapping paper.
It had gotten late when you finally went to bed last night, fully expecting to sleep in and let the morning pass by without you. Though looking at the clock now, it is barely even eight.
You feel him shift beside you when you start drawing small circles onto his chest, muttering your apologies as tired eyes peek open to take in your form. A hand comes up to caress your side in a large lengthwise motion, stopping briefly on its way down to softly squeeze the flesh of your hip.
“Good morning, birthday girl,” he mutters with a voice that’s hoarse from the night and in response, you lean into him, cupping his cheek and kissing the corner of his mouth, lips lingering for a bit longer; a silent Good morning to you, too.
A small smile forms on his face as he lets you nestle closer into his side, your cheek now pressed against his and the slight stubble of his beard prickling on your skin. His hands hug your body close, firmly keeping you in your place by his side but the longer you’re lying tangled like this, the more they start to wander.
He makes sure not to overwhelm you, giving you time to adjust to his touch, to ward off some of the slumber still sticking to you. It is evident in the way his hands move with caution, calloused fingertips tracing your skin in a gentle and soothing fashion, like a promise leading up to something more.
You start squirming in his hold, seeking his touch and chasing after the warmth where his hands just left your skin almost mechanically, and he knows what you need without even so much as a single word.
An arm reaches behind you and you’re being turned over in one swift motion, your back now flat against the mattress as he shifts on his arms to hover over you. His warm eyes burn into yours, gentle and affectionate, but looking closely there’s more; something deeply sensual swirling in between hues of hazel.
Pressing a brief kiss to his collarbone, one of your hands wanders up to run your fingers through the hair on the back of his head as he starts going down on you, warm hands brushing over the curves of your body oh so lovingly that you could tear up at his touch.
He’s delicate with you, almost overly so. Fingers trail the hem of your shorts before he gently hooks a finger under the fabric, tugging them down your legs.
Strong hands reach up to grab the back of your thighs, picking them up and resting them over his shoulders. His hold remains firm as to keep them in place as he brings his face closer to your cunt. Looking up at you, he slowly starts drawing circles onto your thigh; a way of seeking reassurance that you really want this. You nod like in a state of euphoria before he averts his eyes again, focus shifting to be solely on your pleasure.
Ushijima presses a kiss to your abdomen, then to your inner thigh. You feel yourself melting under his touch, your back arching off the mattress and hips bucking forward when he finally starts lapping at your clit, drawing a sigh from your lips. An arm creeps around your right leg, his palm pressing down on your abdomen and fingers spreading your folds to grant himself easier access, your leg securely held up by resting on the bend of his elbow. He pushes his tongue inside of you and you swear you can feel him smirking against you as a breathy moan escapes your lips.
Your hands are tangled in his hair, softly tugging at his strands while he’s working you, holding you in place to stop you from writhing in his arms. The sounds of you both fill the room, your soft moans and his deep groans resounding in every corner of it to complete the pornographic picture.
His lips curl around your clit, sucking in a steady rhythm that is only disrupted when you accidentally tug at his hair more forcefully and make him lose contact with your cunt briefly before he dives back in almost fervently.
The both of you stay like this until your legs are shaking uncontrollably, pleasure washing over you like a cluster bomb exploding within. Your legs involuntarily come to close around his head but he holds them open with strong hands as a way of silently urging Let me in.
And he lets you ride out your orgasm on his tongue, lapping up your juices as you tremble in his hold. Were you to ask him, he would truthfully tell you that he is content just having you selfishly use him for your pleasure while the pressure forming in his own stomach is met with neglect, as long as he gets to take you in with all his senses.
It is only when your moans start to blend with exclamations of Too much, ‘Toshi, too much that he pulls away briefly, shoulders heaving as he tries to catch his breath. Still, he remains where he is, his hold on your thighs not yielding.
He mindlessly starts caressing your inner thigh, waiting for you to come down from your high before he brings his head down again, kissing your clit with a kind of insatiable desire and setting a temperate pace as he repeatedly flicks his tongue over it.
On instinct, he starts slowly grinding his hips into the mattress, seeking some sort of relief for himself, only he feels he shouldn't because today is about you and you only. Like it is his self-acclaimed duty to make you feel loved, desired, needed. But his hips move like a mantra, driven by the way his name falls from your tongue and your hands hold onto him for support as he’s working you so well, knowing no one else knows your body the way he does, loves it the way he does, worships it the way he does.
His entire face is pressed to your cunt and you’re not sure how he is still able to breathe because he is so close that it’s overwhelming to the point where he’s the sole thing on your mind; he and the pleasure he brings you.
He starts messaging the flesh of your hips as he notices your climax approaching, humming against you, the vibrations pushing you over the edge once more. And once again, he holds you close, strong hands restricting the feeble attempts of your weak muscles to escape, bringing you down from your orgasm until pleasure turns into over-stimulation.
You push him away with the bit of strength you still have and he understands, finally letting go of you. He gently lays your legs back down on the mattress and pushes himself up on his forearms, pressing kisses wet with your arousal all over your body as he’s making his way back up. Hovering over you, he’s taking in your form - panting, covered in a slight sheen of sweat, and your head still slightly bobbing from side to side like in a state of ecstasy. A hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb soothing your skin and holding you still as you slowly come back to your senses, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as you lean into his touch.
As your breathing evens out, your gaze falls to the prominent bulge in his boxers and the spot where his leaking cock paints it a darker color. One of your hands reaches down on instinct alone, wanting to palm it, help relieve him, but he is quick to grab your wrist and brings it up to his neck, purposely denying himself the release of the knot he feels sitting deep in his stomach as he reminds himself that today is about you.
“’Toshi, what about you,” you mutter against his neck, guilt washing over you for not being able to make him feel as good as he made you feel just a moment ago, but Ushijima is quick to console you, leaning down to plant a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another on your cheek, along your jaw, and behind your ear. “Don’t worry about it.”
He embraces you with steady arms, his hold gentle not to hurt you but strong enough to ensure you’re not going to slip away from under him. With one hand on your lower back and the other cradling your head, he strokes your hair softly, pressing you to his chest because you somehow still don’t feel close enough.
And it’s in moments like these that you realize that he might need you more than you realize.
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i just read confine for like the fiftieth time anyways reques: pt. two of confine (take as long as you need it’ll end up great in the end and it doesn’t have to be long or anything it could be a drabble but yk do what you want it’ll be amazing💌)
Fun fact: Confine is my most popular story (and post in general) on Tumblr! I’ve always been surprised by that, since I have ones I personally like a lot more and because Betray gets a lot more interaction! But I do have a soft spot in my heart for Confine!
And thank you for being so sweet and not rushing me or anything!
Part 1 is here
Title: Confine (Part 2)
Pairings: Ushijima x Reader
WARNINGS: Yandere themes, misogyny
Summary: Ushijima would like to extend your trip to the countryside from a couple months to forever. He’d also like you by his side. Unfortunately, your preferences aren’t necessary.
confine
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restrain or forbid someone from leaving (a place).
The frilly pink apron you wear feels suffocating.
Had you been given a choice, you would never put something like that on your body. Too bad your opinion was irrelevant in this place.
While Ushijima was gone, you were finally allowed to breathe a little. But not by much, for you were never sure when he’d return, demanding your attention and making sure you’d behaved yourself the way he wanted you to.
If he were to walk in around dinnertime and dinner wasn’t on the table, you hate to think how he’d react. If he were to see you cooking without your apron and oven mitts, well, that’d be even worse.
He somehow managed to baby you while still expecting you to do all the housework. It was clear he expected you to play the role of a traditional housewife, but he also panicked if you came close to being hurt while doing so. He still hadn’t forgived himself for the one time you’d spilled a little hot soup on your wrist, leading to the getup you were forced to wear whenever touching anything above “warm”.
Cooking options were limited enough as they were, since you weren’t allowed anything sharper than a butter knife to cut ingredients. It didn’t matter how much or how little you’d known about cooking before being forced through the cabin door- the man had mountains of flashcards with handwritten recipes on them. His mothers’, apparently.
“You have to know how to cook, for your husband and for our children.”
You’d learned long ago to give up on trying to correct him about your relationship status. The delusional man truly believed you two had gotten married, as though his kidnapping of you was the just two of you returning from your honeymoon.
But the phrase “for our children” is what truly haunted you. You didn’t want anything to do with this psychopath, much less have his child. He had never forced unwanted advances on you, but it scared you that he was so sure of this future he had planned for you both.
It was like living in a dollhouse. Wearing a painted-on smile as you greeted him whenever he got home and as you pretended everything was okay. Making sure the house looked absolutely perfect. Never arguing or fighting back.
Ushijima and you would probably look like the perfect couple to any outsider when, in reality, your relationship was built on fear and entrapment. You were stuck with him as long as the chain on your ankle and the locks on the doors remained.
You pulled the meal out of the oven and pulled off the oven mitts while dinner cooled down, wiping your sweaty hands on your apron. You could barely feel relaxed with the anxiety of knowing he’ll return (and what would happen to you if he didn’t?). But whenever he was gone, you felt… free.
You could finally forget about being ripped away from your amazing parents. You could pretend like this house of cards was your own. You could remind yourself that you weren’t Ushijima’s perfect little Barbie doll.
Whenever he decided to come home, you’d have to be at his side in an instant, asking how his day was, but never where he’d gone or what he’d been up to. You’d have to take his coat from him and hang it up, just like a good wife should.
You were sure he’d be home any moment for dinner (you had it at the same time every day, like clockwork), but there was no telling exactly when. The walls were soundproof and there were no windows, so you’d always be kept on your toes, jumping out of your skin when the door swung open.
You wished you could just take a nap.
Softly, and with fear of interruption, you sang to yourself. It was a habit you’d grown used to, and you desperately hoped Ushijima never heard. You didn’t want him to forbid you from it or, worse, demand you sing for him.
He terrified you. You were positive he could rip off your head with just one strong pull from those big hands of his.
You hoped police would swoop in one day and cart him off while freeing you from your prison, but you doubted they had any leads to where you’d gone. You’d simply disappeared while walking home from work, in their eyes.
Did they even care? You knew your parents would worry and know that you didn’t just run away, but the police wouldn’t have that kind of insight.
You wished you could confide with someone about how frightened you were. Of him, of possible future children, of living this way forever, of dying here. You didn’t want to keep this all to yourself until it bubbled over into something that got you in trouble.
You just wanted-
SLAM
Oh.
Your heart dropped in your chest.
He’s home.
#yandere#yandere haikyuu#haikyuu!!#yandere one shot#one shot#yandere x reader#yandere ushijima#ushijima wakatoshi
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YKWIM
Satori Tendou x Female!Reader
Warnings: Language, Angst, Reader was really just trying to help Tendou through some rough times and Tendou snapped at her >:(, sad Tendou
Word Count: 2.7k
Author's Note: Hi everyone! I've noticed that everyone really liked the Tendou smut I posted a couple of days ago and I've been so happy to see the reblogs and likes that its gotten! I've been recovering from being sick for the past six days and I don't know why I'm on such a Satori kick lately! He's a huge comfort character for me I feel, so I wrote SO MANY fics for him. I'll post them all and then I'll move on from posts about him, I'm sorry😭 Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this angst! Feel free to send in an ask if you have a request or even just some feedback:)
Author's note pt.2: I listened to YKWIM by Yot Club while I was writing this, so you can tell why my title is the name of the song hehe lolol. I reccommend listening to it while you read, I find that it really adds on to the atmosphere at the beginning of this :)
~Mod Shoyo
“How long has Tendou-senpai been like this?” A worried Goshiki spoke up.
Semi sighed. “Since he snapped at Y/N the other day.”
Tendou looked like a mess. His normally spiked hair was disheveled and limp. The bags under his eyes got darker. (which mostly everyone thought was impossible) His ruby eyes were puffy and bloodshot. No one knew what to do or how to help him. But Tendou didn’t want any help. He just wanted his apology to be accepted finally so he can have her back. He needed her back.
“He snapped at Y/N?” Reon queried in disbelief. “Man, I wonder what got him so riled up,”
Goshiki looked at his upperclassman with teary eyes. He’d never seen Tendou look so dejected, so depressed. Tendou was always the morale booster. He was the teammate to make everyone feel better and to lift them up. But who was going to make him feel better?
Their middle blocker had lost his smile.
Ushijima stared at Satori from the opposite side of the court. His eyes held the same monotone nature that most people assumed, but in reality, he was actually worried for his friend. Wakatoshi shifted his gaze to the left and noticed the rest of the players just staring at the guess blocker from afar. Nothing was going to change if someone didn’t at least try and help. As the player that Tendou was closest to, Ushijima took it upon himself to make the first move.
“Satori-san,” Tendou looked up, his eyes widening slightly when Ushijima stood in front of him. “You’re going to severely hurt your back if you keep slouching. You should get some rest.”
Tendou looked down at the floor and sniffled. Tears welled up in his eyes for the umpteenth time and fell onto the gym floor. Ushijima didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how Tendou liked to be comforted in times like this. Hell, he’d never thought he would ever see him like this in the first place.
“Come on Satori, let’s get you some water.” Ushijima blurted out.
Tendou walked away with the ace of Shiratorizawa, sniffling and letting his sobs rack his shoulders a bit louder now. Once they made it to the vending machine closest to the gym, Ushijima pulled out some loose coins from the pocket of his jacket and paid for water. Tendou looked at his reflection in the glass of the machine and sighed.
“I made her cry Wakatoshi-kun,” Tendou admitted. He shut his eyes tightly and let out another sob. “I made her cry.”
Ushijima remained silent. “She was just trying to help and I made her cry.” While most figured the only thing that was ever on Ushijima’s mind was volleyball, he actually was very attentive to the ones close to him. Tendou being one of them.
He knew all about Y/N. Tendou liked to talk about her a lot. She was a manager for Karasuno, Ushijima had actually seen her in person and got introduced to her when they played Karasuno in a match. Tendou was on fire that day. He was trying so hard to impress Y/N, and while Ushijima could argue that she served as a distraction for the guess blocker, she actually fueled him to play his best. Everything about Y/N brought out the best in him, and Ushiwaka knew how much she meant to his friend. He felt horrible for him.
Tendou was in a slump. That was easy for Y/N to notice the second she walked into his dorm to visit him. Her eyes softened at the sight of her boyfriend looking so glum. She dropped everything she had brought with her right next to his door and rushed over to him.
“Tori, what’s the matter love?” She cooed, sitting next to him on his bed. Tendou just stayed quiet. This was worse than she thought. “Do you need anything?”
Tendou sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I need space.”
Y/N’s heart dropped to her stomach. “Sp-Space?” Did he just need a few minutes of alone time? Or did he need space away from her completely, from their relationship? Y/N tried to not let her overthinking get the best of her, but the way he phrased his answer really didn’t help that at all.
“What?” That’s all that she could muster up. Ask him to repeat himself; ask him for clarification.
An annoyed growl left Tendou’s lips and he stood up from his bed. Y/N straightened her posture and jumped at how suddenly he moved away from her.
“Space! I need you to not breathe down my neck and ask me a million questions like you always do! I need you to leave me alone so I can sort through all the shit that's going on right now!”
Y/N was shocked. She was paralyzed and found it difficult to move her limbs. “T-Tendou whatever it is, I’m here for you! You’re not alone,”
“That’s the thing, Y/N.” Using her first name rather than the million pet names he had given her always did something to her. Hearing him use it in such a vain and angry tone was enough to make tears well up in her eyes. “You can’t just let me sort these out on my own. You always have to squeeze yourself into the midst of the problem and I just want five fucking minutes where you just shut the hell up and stop asking me so many fucking questions!”
He was yelling now. His voice was echoing throughout the room, even worse, his words were echoing in her mind. Did she really annoy him that much? Pester him with so many questions that he could never think straight? Did that mean he lied to her whenever he told her how much she’s helped him work through issues?
She’d never heard him so angry before. “Tendou, why didn’t you just tell me?” He scoffed and adorned a smile on his face despite his anger.
“Because I have a million other fucking things on my plate, Y/N. God for fucks sake, are you really that stupid?" Her heart stung with that one.
"That school in France I applied to? Rejected me. I haven’t heard back from any of the safety schools, I don’t have the money even with a scholarship to make it to my culinary school, and I can’t find any jobs right now that are gonna hire me in time to make the payment! The least of my worries right now is telling you that you ask me too many questions and fucking hound me like a lap dog trying to get answers and reassurance out of me!”
Y/N burst into tears, her sniffles now joining the sounds of his anguish. She wiped at her eyes vigorously (Something she did because she hated when people watched her cry).
“Dear god, stop with the tears already.”
If looks could kill, Tendou would be gutted, sliding against the wall of his room drowning in his own blood. The tears burned as they slid down Y/N’s face. The second Satori finished his sentence, he saw her heart shatter right before his very eyes. He didn’t have the right mindset to calm down and realize what he had just done. His chest was heaving with anger, but the look on Y/N’s face was finally snapping him back to reality.
She couldn’t even bring herself to say another word. She simply stood up from his bed and went to the front of his door where she had dropped all of her things. She picked everything up off the floor and opened the door.
“I’m going home. I’ll give you your fucking space.” She choked out.
She slammed the door to his room behind her and he could hear her footsteps retreating. He sank to the floor and brought his knees up to his chest, burying his face in his hands as he sobbed into his palms. His shoulders were racking with cries. He let out harsh screams into his hands and cursed at himself for hours. He fell asleep on the floor, phone in his hand.
He was waiting for her to text him that she had made it to her house safely, but it never came.
Ushijima sighed. As the water fell into the crater at the bottom of the vending machine, his tall figure stooped down to grab it and hand it to Tendou. He popped the cap open for him and shoved it in front of his face.
“Drink this. It’ll help you calm down.”
Tendou let out a shaky sigh and took a sip from the bottle with quivering lips, even as he sipped on the drink, he was sniffling and tears were still gliding down his cheeks. The red head lowered the bottle and now just held the cold drink in his clammy hands.
“You need to apologize to Y/N.” Ushijima stated. “What you said really hurt her feelings and not apologizing is what’s keeping you like this.”
Tendou sniffled. “I can’t lose her Wakatoshi. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I- I let bad habits from my past push her away from me.”
A soft grunt left Ushijima. Tendou looked up at his best friend with a newfound respect. “Go apologize to her. That’s what will make her realize that she misses you as much as you do her.”
Ushijima went back into the gym and left Tendou by himself. The silence gave him the willpower to realize that Ushijima was right. He needed to show her that he’s been a mess ever since he made her cry and he needed to get her back.
Tendou was quickly on the next bus to Karasuno. He knew that she would be at the practice helping them. So would the entire team, but they were an obstacle he was willing to overcome to get to her. The bus hissed and the brakes squeaked as he rushed off. He dashed over to the Karasuno gym. His ears rang with the sounds of volleyballs hitting the waxed gym floor. He threw the door open and the sound alone was enough to get everyone’s attention.
Tendou bowed quickly. “I need to speak with Y/N,” He blurted out. “Please.”
Y/N looked at him with wide eyes.
“You have got a LOT of fucking nerve to show up here after what you did Satori,” Daichi scowled from across the gym.
“Coach,” Y/N bowed. “I’m so sorry for the interruption. May I be excused for just a couple minutes?”
Ukai turned and looked at Tendou. He couldn’t help but think about how much this kid looked like shit. Serves him right for being the reason Y/N showed up to practice so sad. Not even Ukai could bear to look at her looking the way she did.
“You let us know if you need some help, alright? I’ll send Noya and Tanaka out there if you need anything.”
Noya and Tanaka puffed their chests out and walked their manager over to Tendou. Once she stepped out the door, Tanaka grabbed Tendou by the collar of the black hoodie he was wearing. Noya scowled and got up in Tendou’s face.
“Listen here, if she comes in here looking half as bad as she did a couple days ago, we will beat you into a fucking pulp.” Tanaka threatened,
“Our manager means everything to us, so the second that I hear a sniffle or a tear drop hit the floor, you better count the fucking seconds you have left before we beat your ass. And that’s a promise from the whole team.” Noya growled.
Tendou cleared his throat. He had so many smart comments to say to the two second years. But right now, the only thing that mattered was that he got to talk to Y/N.
“I’m here to set things right. I know how much she means to you monster children, but she means more to me. Now fucking let go of me,”
Tanaka shoved Tendou out of his grip and watched with narrow eyes as he stepped outside with Y/N. Contrary to popular assumption, the entire Karasuno team, including the coaches, went to the windows to listen in on their manager's conversation with Tendou. It was so wrong of them, and all of them knew that, but not only did they wanna make sure Y/N was okay, they needed to hear how apologetic that cocky Shiratorizawa blocker really was.
“Paradise, I came here to tell you how sorry I am about the other night. For me to push all of that frustration and fear onto you wasn’t right of me at all and you didn’t deserve to be yelled at the way you were.” Tendou began. “The second I saw those tears fall from your eyes I knew I fucked up. I-I was just so angry and I fell back into my old habit of just pushing everyone away. Now that I have you, I understand that I can’t do that anymore.”
Y/N looked up into his bloodshot orbs. He was being so sincere, she was glad he finally realized he fucked up. But she wasn’t going to just forgive him without speaking about what was on her mind. He needed to feel like shit for what he put her through.
“Thank you for finally speaking up about it. I was waiting for you to apologize.” She admitted. “Look, I know that I can get annoying with the questions I ask, I’ll give you that. But what you need to understand is that I’m throwing everything aside in my life, EVERYTHING, just so I can find solutions to your problems. All I ever want is to help you Satori, and for you to just blow up at me and fucking tell me you need space? You can’t tell me that there wasn’t room for me to think that you wanted to break up with me.”
Tendou froze. She really thought he was breaking up with her? Maybe that’s why she was as upset as she was, and why his words stung as much as they did. She thought that he was leaving her.
“I’m glad you realized that you were wrong. And thank you for apologizing to me. But I need to know that something like this isn’t going to happen again.”
Tendou stammered. For once, there was no snarky comment, no immediate answer for what she was asking of him. The middle blocker looked down at his feet, then he met her eyes.
“I’ll communicate with you more. I should’ve told you about my schools and everything and letting it build up wasn’t good at all. I’m going to be more upfront with you even about the things I’m scared to talk about. I can’t lose you Y/N, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me; you’re my paradise.”
Her heart melted at his words. “I promise you, I will never ever make tears fall from those pretty eyes ever again. It broke my heart to see you leave so angry at me, and it hurt me even more to know that it was my fault. Please, please forgive me.”
She paused. Tears welled up in her eyes once more and Tendou’s face fell. She missed him so much and it had taken her so long to not go and find him, to grovel at his feet and apologize for leaving him the way she did.
She threw her arms around him and buried her face into his chest. He placed his head onto the top of her head and squeezed her tightly. He missed her so much.
“I missed you 'Tori,” She mumbled into his hoodie. “I’m so sorry,”
“Don’t apologize paradise, I’m just glad to have you back now. For good.”
Tendou lifted her chin up towards him and stooped down to place his lips onto hers. The slight chap on his lips meant nothing to her, she was just glad that she had her Satori back. She missed how his lips molded with hers. He missed having someone to run to when he was feeling down.
She was his everything. And he was so glad to not have lost her.
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From No One to Someone
Wakatoshi Ushijima x Fem! Reader
If he is ooc I am sorry!! Please don't come after me
Warnings: umm Ushi-kun might be ooc. Nothing else comes to mind really
Synopsis: You and Ushi-kun have known each other since middle school but never interacted, until he was stuck on some of the problems on an assignment. Sharing lunches and walking together.
Word Count: 819
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Today, you were walking to class peacefully with your mind distracted by your crush, Wakatoshi Ushijima. You knew him since Junior high, but you never had the courage to go up to him and speak. He was handsome, tall, and built like a bodybuilder. You looked at yourself thinking you weren't made for him.
But you were so wrong.
Ushijima just made it to class, waiting for class to start. He looked up to see you walk in the classroom. And you made this boy very much turn a crimson red, but he always hid it from everyone. He thought you were smart, sweet, beautiful, and just a perfect doll. He wanted to approach you, but he thought you might be terrified by him.
But he was so wrong.
That day, the teacher assigned an assignment that was very hard. You, being an excellent student, managed to get all of it with ease.Ushijima was sort of confused. At this point he was getting a bit irritated. He looked to see that you got up and turned it in with the teacher. He was always the first one to finish, no matter the subject. He felt his blood boil of fury. Why did y/n turn this assignment before him? She couldn't have gotten it better than him. He paid attention in class and never got distracted, while you would at times fall asleep or doze off in class.
“Do you need help?” You offered.
You realized how he furrowed his brows. How he looked stressed. Sure he had that face always, but you read him perfectly. You didn't want him to struggle at all and decided to approach him to help. To your question, you only received a nod from the powerful ace. You sat down next to him and began explaining it all to him. He nodded and did it with ease then.
“You are a good teacher.” Was all he said to you.
You looked at him. You weren't expecting a word from him at all. Did he really think that? Was he only being nice? “Do you really think that Ushijima-kun?”
He nodded in reply. Oh how good it felt to him when you called him Ushijima-kun. He wants to keep talking with you. And maybe go out sometime. Of course when he didn't have volleyball practice. It was his passion.
“Thank you Ushijima-kun.” You turned your head away so he didn't see your face tint a tiny hue.
He gave you one of those rare smiles of his and went back to having that stoic face. You have never experienced such a thing. It was like a special thing only for you. You will now cherish it in your heart forever.
The next day, you and Ushijima are having lunch together. You packed (favorite food) and he packed some rice and curry. You gave him some to see what he thought about it. He grabbed it with the chopsticks and plopped it into his mouth. It was very delicious! He has never eaten such food in his life. “So you like it?”
“Yes!” His face turned as red as Tendou’s hair.
He wants to keep eating it with no stop. He grabbed some more and ate it. You giggle at his shining eyes. He blushed ever more profoundly. He wasn't expecting you to giggle at his antics. “Sorry.” He looked down in embarrassment.
“Oh it's okay. Here grab more if you want some.” You pushed the bento box toward him.
He started to eat more of the scrumptious food from the box of yours. He munched it and he stretched it out to you. “Here l/n-san, you can have some of mine.”
“Oh, thanks Ushijima-kun!” You exclaimed.
Days have passed by and you and Ushijima decide to walk to school together. You look around you to see that everything seems sweet and calm. How could you ever tell Ushijima you love him? Does he feel the same towards you?
You start at the ground and see beautiful flowers on the grass. Ushijima looks at you to see how beautiful you look. How could he tell you how much he adored your smile? How could he ever say all the things he thought?
Ushijima came out of his train of thoughts and he picked a flower. He placed it behind your ear. “I don't know how to explain this l/n-san. I don't truly know how to explain feelings. I feel as if I find it hard to breathe with you around and I-”
You interrupted him with a soft, delicate kiss on his lips. His eyes widened in shock. He wasn't expecting this, but he let it go and he closed his eyes and kissed you softly back. You both separated and were blushing like crazy. “I feel the same Ushijima-kun!” You smiled.
And that was the last time you called him Ushijima-kun.
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Affection With Shiratorizawa
Wakatoshi Ushijima X Reader, Satori Tendou X Reader, Eita Semi X Reader, Tsutomu Goshiki X Reader, Kenjiro Shirabu X Reader
Summary: Ways they show affection
Wakatoshi Ushijima
🦅 Toshi won’t often say the words ‘I love you’, but there are other ways that he will show you.
🦅 He does small things like always knowing where you are, he keeps an eye on you, he knows when you need his help and he’s there.
🦅 Someone knocks into you and he’ll catch you and recenter you before helping you pick up anything that you dropped.
🦅 He often reminded you of things that you needed to do if you forgot or misplaced something.
🦅 He always walked on the side of the road closest to the cars and linked your hands to make sure that you never got too far from him.
🦅 When there were large crowds he’d loop an arm around your shoulder to keep you close to him, he’ll see danger approaching you way before you did and have you avoid it without you ever knowing that it was there.
🦅 He literally pays for everything, he’s faster than you at every turn, he's handing his card over before you can even find your purse/wallet or count out your money.
🦅 Toshi is an amazing listener and he’ll listen to you talk for hours, he loves your voice and would give anything to hear you everyday.
🦅 He’s not into PDA really, he makes sure that everyone knows that your together though, soft kisses to the temple or linking your hands and of course looping his arm around your shoulder.
🦅 He flies you out to wherever he is if you want to come see him, if you do come he’ll be sure to search for your approval before acknowledging the fans or leaving your side for pictures, autographs and interviews.
🦅 He doesn’t really care about social media, so anything that is posted is always left up to you, he really doesn’t mind, he trusts you with his image.
🦅 He is more touchy when you're at home, he’ll wrap an arm around your was it when you cooking, stir while you add things to the pot and then eat with you while talking to you about his day.
You had spent the whole day laying across the sofa with your arm over your face, you had the biggest headache and you couldn’t shift it. You groaned as you moved your arm from your face and squinted as you flung your legs over the side of the couch standing up, you walked into the kitchen, you looked through the fridge as you tried to figure out something that you cook for Toshi, once you figured out something to cook you found some gloves and a mask to make sure that Toshi didn’t get whatever you were sick with.
Toshi walked into the house, he could hear you in the kitchen, he took off his shoes and walked into the kitchen he walked over but stopped short upon seeing the mask and gloves “why are you wearing that?” He asked.
“I’m not feeling very well. I didn't want to give you whatever I have.” You answered, Toshi frowned as he leaned forward turning off the stove. “Hey what are yo-”
“You said that you don’t feel well.” He said softly pulling you away from the stove “you need rest.” He gently took the mask off of your face and smiled softly when he could see your face.
“You’ll get sick.” You tried to step away from him but he looped an arm around your shoulder leading you towards the bedroom.
“Come on.” He urged, he walked you into the bathroom and started running a bath once he was happy with the temperature he helped you to get in, he knelt next to the tub and helped you clean yourself up, he noticed the way that your eyes started drooping. “Stay with me for a little while, my love.”
“Mm.” You hummed rubbing at your eyes, he helped you out of the tub before drying and dressing you.
“Do you feel sick love?” He asked as he tucked you into bed.
“No, just a headache and I feel really sleepy.” You explained snuggling into the covers “and a little cold.”
“Can you sit up for a second?” Toshi asked as he walked back into the room, he held out some painkillers and a glass of water “take these and then you can go to sleep.”
“You haven’t eaten yet.” You reminded him and he smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“I’ll finish what you were cooking if you promise to rest.” He said softly tucking you back into bed as you nodded.
“Okay.” You agreed, he didn’t leave the room until your breathing evened out and your body relaxed, once he was sure that you were comfortable he went and finished cooking, he put some aside for you in case you woke up hungry before going back to the bedroom, he ate in the bedroom with you, he made sure to keep you close to make sure he was there the moment that you needed anything.
Satori Tendou
🍫 Tori was one of the most expressive when it came to your relationship, he told you every chance that he got that he loved you.
🍫 Says he loves you every time that he left the house or ended a call no matter who was around.
🍫 He was always taking selfies and posting them with captions about how amazing and beautiful you are.
🍫 You are his lockscreen and he never misses the chance to show people who his beautiful girlfriend is.
🍫 You are his one and only taste tester, your opinion was the one that mattered and he made sure to remember your favorite for special occasions.
🍫 As he gained fame for as a chocolatier, there were girls who tried to get his attention and he would always turned them down but if he saw that it bothered you in any way he’d walk over and press the most obnoxious kiss to your lips followed by a wink as he started a conversation with you and left the girl hanging.
🍫 Thanks to his volleyball days he could read the mood that you were in by just looking at you and often did his best to make you feel better or maintain a good mood.
🍫 He made sure that he finished early at least once a week and never worked weekends so that he could spend time with you.
🍫 He never let you think any less of yourself and any time that you said something bad about yourself he took you to the nearest reflective surface to tell you all the reasons that you were wrong.
🍫 If someone asked a question about you that he didn’t know the answer to, he would make sure that he asked you so that he’d be able to answer the question later.
🍫 Whenever you were sitting together he’d always put your hands together and measure them before intertwining his long fingers with yours and gently running his thumb against your knuckle.
He loved going back to Japan with you, if you met there it was nostalgic and if you didn’t he liked showing you all the places he went when he was younger.
You had just gotten back from shopping with a few friends, you were looking for an outfit to wear to the banquet that Satori had told you he was taking you to “Tori!” You yelled as you walked into the bedroom putting the bags on the bed, you saw that the bathroom door was slightly open and you could hear the shower. “Tori!”
“Hey baby! Didn’t think you would be back so soon!” He yelled as you heard the water stop, he stepped into the room a couple of seconds later drying his hair and walking over to the bags. “What did you get?”
“I could show you if you want?” You suggested attempting to walk past him, he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you into him.
“I would love for you to show me.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
“You're going to have to let me go if you want to see.” You reminded him but his arms only tightened around you. “Tori?” When there was no answer you poked at his side and he jumped away from you.
“What was that for?” He asked massaging his side where you poked him.
“You were dripping water all over me.” You pouted and he smirked as he turned away from you to pull on a pair of boxers as you took the dress out of the bag, he walked up behind you and wrapped you up in his arms again.
“I like it.” He said softly.
“It’s not on me yet.” You giggled.
“Anything would look good on you.” He dismissed your sentence as his fingers started to move against your sides.
“Tori stop that!” You tried to get away from him, he leaned forward forcing you to fall on the bed as he continued to tickle you.
“This is for poking me.” He laughed as you tried to roll away from him.
“Stop! Stop!” You yelled, finally managing to slip away from him.
“Alright I’m sorry,” He smiled, sitting up and putting his hands out to you. “I’ll stop.”
“You promise?” You asked.
“Mmhm. Now how about we order some food and then you show me that dress you bought and then we’ll watch that show you wanted to watch.” He suggested.
“Really?” You asked.
“Yeah.” He answered as he handed you his phone to choose something to eat while finished getting dressed.
Eita Semi
🎸 Eita didn’t need the world to know about his affection for you but he made sure that you knew.
🎸 When you were in public he would only go as far as holding your hand and kissing your cheek however it was a different story inside the house.
🎸 When he was listening to you talking gently, running his hands over your arms or back while listening to you also adding in his opinion when needed.
🎸 He’d defend you to the end of the earth, you made sure to be careful what he told you because he never cared how his behaviour would affect him if it defended you.
🎸 Yes he's a musician but you were the first person he would talk to when something was pitched to him, he wanted to know what you felt about it, if you didn’t like it he wasn’t doing it.
🎸 He made sure that you liked all of his band mates before officially joining the band.
🎸 He has picks with your name on them for when you weren’t able to be at a concert or event, though most of the time he made sure that you could be, even going as far as changing dates to fit your schedule.
🎸 Whenever you had down time, he’d make sure that you both spent the time together whether you were laying together in bed listening to music, sitting together watching a show you needed to catch up on or he was helping you with something.
🎸 Will always say that he loves you especially when you were going to be spending an extended amount of time apart.
🎸 He’d always comment on an outfit that he liked and would make sure to tell you about an outfit or item of clothing he loved.
🎸 Would pretend that he hated when you took his clothes but loved walking into a room and seeing you in his shirt and would leave them around to make sure that you were never cold.
🎸 He’d always put his hand on your thigh when he was driving even when you weren’t the only ones in the car.
“Semi!” You whined as you walked into the living room where he was sitting on the floor with his guitar, he looked up at you and smiled.
“How can I help you?” He asked pushing aside the sheet music that he was looking at to give you his full attention.
“I’m bored!” You informed him “what are you doing?”
“Just working on some stuff for the band.” He answered.
“Oh! Sorry I’ll go find something to do-”
“Come here.” He smiled, gesturing for you to come over.
“Your busy-”
“Come here.” He said it firmer this time and patted the floor in between his legs. You walked over still a bit unsure but when you finally sat down he pulled you until your back was pressed against his chest he put the guitar on your crossed legs and rested his head on your shoulder.
“You wanna learn how to play?” He asked.
“I tried before but I couldn’t get it right…” You informed him and he smiled.
“Bet I can teach you.” He smiled moving your hands to the right positions gently talking you through the basics running through cords with your hands placed over his to mimic hand and finger positions before getting you to do it yourself. Your attempts were sloppy but that was expected.
“What were you working on before I came in?” You asked, his arms moved from around your waist to take the place of your hands on the guitar, he started to play the music as you leaned back into him listening. “You write that?”
“Mhm.” He nodded. “I’ll write a few different ones and the guys will choose what ones they like or we’ll change them a little.”
“I like this one.” You mumbled “if that means anything.”
“Means everything, beautiful.” He said softly as he put the guitar to the side and hugged you tighter.
Tsutomu Goshiki
💚 Goshiki is second loudest about his love for you, the only difference between him and Tendou is that he gets flustered when you return his feelings.
💚 He will actually get angry at you if you make self-deprecating comments, he thinks that you're amazing and will have you think no less of yourself
💚 He seeks your approval the same way that he did Ushijima, when you gave him your approval he made sure to compliment you as well.
💚 Loves to take you to practice and have you at games, he makes sure to find you in the crowd when he has the chance and even blows you a kiss every once in a while. Catch it… He’ll have something to say if you don’t.
💚 While his training and games didn’t allow for traditional dates he will try to get you out to wherever his team is playing and then you’d both stay for a couple days after so that you could see the sights.
💚 His lock screen would change every time that he took a new picture of you, he was always ready.
💚 If you start talking before someone else, no matter how important he won’t answer them until you're finished, he claims it’s because he doesn’t hear them but you're not convinced.
💚 He sends gushing messages to friends telling them about how amazing and cute you are.
💚 Will call you every night that you aren’t together and stay on the phone with you until you're ready to hang up or you fall asleep.
💚 When you guys watch a movie or tv series together that you love, you’ll quote lines to each other, like your own language, literally no one else understands.
💚 You’d always be the first person that he asked when he needed help, he trusted you with everything, he gave you all his passwords, security codes and pins in case you needed anything while he wasn’t there.
💚 Will encourage anything that you want to do or try, never tells you that you can’t do it.
You guys finally had a day off, the team had a rest day after they won a championship and you had some holiday to use, the whole day had consisted of you laying around doing nothing, you caught up on episode of shows that you hadn’t watched and even watched a new movie, you had ordered something to eat. “I need to do a hair mask and a face mask.” You mumbled to yourself as you looked at your reflection in the mirror in the hallway.
“Let’s do it!” He cheered as he wrapped an arm around your waist.
“You don’t have to do it.” You smiled and he shook his head.
“I want to.” He promised as you looked at him before nodding.
“Okay.” You smiled. You both went and had a shower getting into your dressing gowns, you got all of your self care stuff out as he walked into the room, you gestured to the chair for him to sit down, he walked over pushing you into the seat first “You did mine first last time.” He said working the hair mask through your hair softly before scooping all of your hair into a shower cap and using the hair dryer to add some heat before you swapped places for you to do the same.
“Hey, I spoke to Semi the other day.” He said as you straddled his waist to put the clay mask on his face.
“Oh yeah?” You asked.
“They were talking about getting together there to watch a TV show for Tendou we were all going to watch together.” He explained.
“You know you don’t need my permission to meet up with your old friends.” You smiled as you spread the clay evenly.
“First off I do, maybe you had something planned, second I was asking because I want you to come with me.” He answered. “They all want to see you again as well.”
“Really?” You asked.
“Why do you sound so surprised?” He asked. “Everyone loves you.”
“I doubt that.” You mumbled as he started gently applying the clay to your face. “When are you meeting up?”
“In a couple of weeks.” He answered, making sure that he was happy with his work before scraping the excess back into the pot and then wiping his hands off. “You want to go?”
“Of course I’ll go.” You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Hey Goshiki?”
“What up Babe?” He asked.
“Thank you for doing this with me.” You smiled.
“Anytime I’ll do anything to spend time with you, I just want to see you smile.” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips before you guys continued with the rest of the routine.
Kenjiro Shirabu
🩺 Shirabu was very busy with his studying but he tried to make sure that there was still time for you.
🩺 He made sure that he ate food with you and allocated time to step studying and doing assignments to spend time with you.
🩺 When you went out together he would make sure that he had a clear plan for everything, if you went to a restaurant he would ask what you want and order for you.
🩺 If he noticed that you were uncomfortable he’d pull you out of the situation and try to figure out what had caused your change in mood, as well as getting you away from it if you needed to.
🩺 He’d often tell you how much he loved you and how much he needed you just to make sure that you never felt unloved.
🩺 He made sure to pick up things that you liked, even if he only heard you mention it in passing.
🩺 He loved sitting with you when he was studying. He would have his face buried in a textbook but he’d have your legs or head on his lap so that he was touching you in some way.
🩺 He’d literally cancel plans for you, he decided a long time ago that time with you was more important than anything else.
🩺 Sometimes he got frustrated or angry and needed to take a step away from whatever he was doing, he’d either come find you or call you just to hear your voice and ground himself.
🩺 He’d often trace over your face in the morning to wake you up when you guys needed to do something or go somewhere. When you didn’t have anywhere to go he’d just lay there and admire you.
🩺 He didn’t really like photos that much but if you really wanted one he’d do it for you, which is how you got your matching lockscreens.
🩺 He’d always know when you were wearing a new item of clothing and would compliment it and even tell you about how good it would look with something else you wore before.
It had been a tough week for Shirabu, he had been locked away in the bedroom or at the library until dinner and then he ended up falling asleep before he could even ask you about your day, you never said anything but he felt really bad about it, he had managed to finish the assignment that he was working on though so he could make it up to you. He walked into the living room where you were sitting with your feet kicked up on the sofa, he stood at the end of it, climbed over the arm and dropped down, his head rested on your chest while the rest of his body slotted between your legs, you smiled as you put your phone down. “Did you finish that assignment?” You asked.
“Yeah I finished it.” He answered eyes closed.
“Are you hungry?” You asked gently, running your hands through his hair.
“No… Are you?” He asked.
“I ate something a little while ago, a sandwich.” You answered as he hummed in response before opening his eyes.
“So we can stay like this for a little while?” He asked.
“Yeah sure we can.” You said softly “you deserve a rest.”
“And you serve some attention for putting up with me these past couple of days.” he mumbled moving his head until he found some skin to press a kiss to.
“Are you done for a little while?” You asked.
“Mm, that was the last assignment before the holidays, I can spend more time with you for now.” He mumbled.
“I just don’t want you to be stressed out anymore.” You informed him and he looked at you and smiled.
“I love you.” He confessed and you bit your lip.
“I love you too.” you pressed a kiss to the top of head before turning to the TV. “Is there anything that you want to watch?”
“Doesn’t matter, just don’t leave.” He mumbled and you smiled putting on something that you knew that he liked as you both settled down for the night.
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I love how they all look scary and intimidating and there’s Sakusa Kiyoomi with his lint roller
Look at him, so scary
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haikyuu one-shot | after timeskip mentioned kagehina & kuroken
Kuroo's All Star game had gone incredible, for everyone except Oikawa. He had been at the game, yes. Officially, he had even played in it. There was just one small, little, tiny even, one could say, Kenma.
Kenma, the CEO, Streamer, Kenma, who hadn't even played since High School Kenma. Kenma, just stole Oikawa's spot as Hinata's setter, Kenma. Kenma, just clowned himself into the mock game through his boyfriend, Kenma. Kenma, only play Volleyball for Shoyou, Kenma. Kenma, just bullied Oikawa of the court, Kenma.
And listen, he knew that the point of this whole game was to have fun. But. He had really looked forward to setting for Hinata. But Kenma and his stupid boyfriend had to ruin that for him.
And now it was after the game, and everyone kept making fun of him, for being on the bench. In favour of CEO-Streamer Kodzuken. And after that, it's almost as if Kenma is fucking everywhere.
And listen, Oikawa isn't scared of Kenma, okay, he could snap the blond like twig if he wanted to, alright. But,,,, he has to admit its a bit unsetteling.
"oi, oikawa, U sure U should be playing today? I could have sworn I saw Kenma somewhere around" they say, every time he plays against Hinata. and when he turns his head, Kenma is there already staring at him. (he didn't scream, no matter what iwa-chan liked to say)
he knew, he had know that Kenma was going to be there, he had even gotten a note on his locker. It's just. Well sometimes, when he prepares for a match and gets into his zone, he just. Forgets. Some things.
Mostly it's stuff that just, y'know is fine, but sometimes he forgets that Kenma comes to every match that Hinata has, often with the reasoning, that he has to watch over his investment. He didn't mean to forget. Promise. Just. Why the fuck has Kenma the ability to just. Pop up.
Randomly, wherever he wants??? Someone up there is playing a joke, and Oikawa doesn't appreciate it, at all. It's not even funny at this point, (it is. Everyone else thinks it's hilarious, the only one not amused is oikawa) but that short bastard keeps doing it.
He plays against Sao Paulo, the first match since Hianta is under contract in Brazil again. Who is just. Sitting there? Kenma, smiling, and waving at Hinata, taking pictures with fans, taking pictures of Hinata. Olympics? Same thing, Kenma is everywhere, just staring at him.
It has gotten to the point where Kenma accompanies Hinata when he watches games if Kageyama in Italy. And then comes that fucking mock game from Kuroo. He thought it was supposed to be a one-time thing. But. After it had garnered so much attention, they thought.
Well, why not make it a yearly thing, and give all profits to charity? And listen. Kenma plays decently well. Oikawa knows this. He played against kenma. He knows.
But if there is one thing, that Kenma will never shy away from, it's playing with Hinata. It's rediculus, really, how even Kageyama, Hinatas husband gets pushed away in favour of them playing together.
And Hinata and Kageyama play in different countries at the moment.
And so, Oikawa is back to sitting on the bench, because Kuroo can't say no to Kenma. And then there's this tiny, tiny smile on Kenmas face when he looks at Oikawa on the bench, and oikawa knows he does it on purpose.
He want to complain, so bad, but even Iwa-chan thinks its funny. So really, who can he complain to? And then he had The Idea. He will just complain loudly, to everyone close enough to listen, until Hinata takes pity in him. The younger man always does.
(he has too much of a big heart not to) What he doesn't think of is. Well. All of them know each other at least since High School. They're used to his antics. Used to the way he gets things. So most of them are just unfazed.
No matter how loudly he whines, no matter how hard he pouts, they all just,,,,,, keep playing? (Listen, maybe he forgot that all of them hyperfixated on Volleyball, and never got away from it, that's on him, honestly)
And then, Wakatoshi looks at him, and Oikawa thinks, yes this is it. This is the moment I get to play, but Wakatoshi just looks at him, blank as always and says:
"U should have come to Shiratorizawa."
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Sleeping beauty
Ushijima x fem!reader
The reader and ushijima aren't together but mutual pining is involved
This is based off a chapter of Komi-san can't communicate
I was in a mood to write for ushijima but I didn't know what to write (does that ever happen to you guys too?) but then i thought of this and I was like PERFECT
"Hey, girls. Want snacks?" one of your friends pulled out a plethora of different snacks from her bag.
"When did you get this?" your other friend asked, surprised at the amount.
"You know, at various locations. I got some at the vending machine in front of the inn, I got some at one of the shops, I got some when the two of you weren't looking-"
"Yeah, okay, okay, I get it. Sometimes I wonder how you're not morbidly obese yet." your friend cut off her explanation.
"It's called moderation. I don't eat snacks all the time. Come on, defend me here-" your friend pleaded to you, but stopped once she realised you were asleep.
"Oh, she fell asleep." she added.
Your friends both checked if you were really asleep, poking you lightly. When you didn't move, the two of them smiled mischeviously.
"I think it's time..." one of them said with a smirk on her face, the other nodding in agreement.
The two walked across the train, leaving you alone.
"Ushijima-san, Ushijima-san!" they yelled, grabbing his attention from his seat. Tendou looks back over his seat, raising a brow at the girls.
"Yes?" he answered, also turning his head back to look at the girls.
"We need you to watch over our friend." the two explained in unison, smiling in an awfully suspicious manner.
"Ah. Can you get someone else to do it?" he asked in a calm tone which irked your friends.
"No can do, you're the only one." your friend said in an annoyed tone, pulling on Ushijima's arm, but it did nothing since Ushijima was way stronger than her.
Reon and Tendou exchanged confused glances.
Tendou looked back to see you sleeping alone in your seat and realised what they were trying to do.
"Wakatoshi, just go~" he gently urged him with the same suspicious smile the girls were wearing. Ushijima looked at Tendou, then at your friends and wordlessly stood up. Victorious smiles beamed on your friends faces as one of them lead Ushijima off to you.
The other sat down in Ushijima's seat. "I'm just sitting here for good measure in case he tries to return." she explained.
"What are you guys doing?" Reon asked, being the only one out of the loop on the situation.
"Wakatoshi's crush fell asleep and they're trying to get them to sit together." Tendou explained, your friend nodding in confirmation.
"Ah, I see."
Ushijima's eyes widened upon seeing that their friend was you, but he quickly hid his surprise.
"So I'm going to talk to some friends further back in the train and I need you to watch over this sleeping beauty, okay?" your friend explained, not leaving any room for him to say anything. "Go on, sit down next to her."
She didn't leave until he did so, and now he was alone, sitting next to you.
He took a second (or a minute) to admire your cute sleeping face. He actually didn't mind being interrupted anymore, not when he had an opportunity to admire you up close.
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You woke up, slowly blinking your eyes open and examining your sorroundings. You were still on the train ride home.
Seems running around all day on the last day of the trip tired you out quite a lot.
You were leaning on someone's shoulder, and you were about to lift your head to apologise to your friend when you realised it was most certainly not your friend.
This person was much larger and taller than any of your friends, and they smelled like....
You jolted your head upwards to be met with Ushijima's sharp gaze on you.
No way.
You screamed internally. What the heck?! How did you end up asleep on your crushes shoulder?!
"You're awake." he stated, still looking at you.
"Oh my god- Ushijima I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-" you had no idea what to say, you were so overwhelmed and embarrased by the situation.
"Oh, I don't mind." Ushijima said blankly, but he was fighting his blush on the inside.
"I'm so glad..." you mumbled, internally thanking the gods that Ushijima wasn't angry at you. But what if you drooled on him? What if you made strange noises while asleep?
"You look peaceful when you sleep." he said. It was simply an observation of his, but it affected you in ways he could never think of. He was watching you sleep?!
"Um... Thanks?" you didn't know what to say and your certainly didn't want to think about how red your face must be right now.
A very awkward silence ensued.
"Did you enjoy the trip?" you asked an emergency question because the silence was getting unbearable. He nodded and simply replied "Yes, it was quite fun."
"Give me something to work with here..." you mumbled, trying to think of something else to ask him.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked suddenly, making you reccollect your thoughts.
"Oh, yes! Me and my friend went to see the..." he smiled slightly at you as you rambled on about all the things you and your friends did over the week.
He's just glad you didn't catch him playing with your hair while you were asleep.
Sooo, how was it? Is it creepy to know someone's smell? I feel like ushijima would have a distinct smell
Guys, please send me requests I have a big big BIG motivation to write right now but no ideas what to write about
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⍣ ೋ the times they cried because of you
☆ includes ushijima, iwaizumi, atsumu, kageyama, bokuto
USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI — he never cries. you met this guy when the two of you were young freshman in high-school, and you quickly became a good friend of his. that being said, you never saw him cry. even when the two of you began dating in your senior year, you still never did. years passed, and it was the same as the previous years. sure, he occasionally got upset, but even then, he still put on a stoic display, never really letting you in on that side of him. even at your wedding, he sure showed some emotion but he didn't cry. then came the birth of your first child.
"she's so cute, isn't she 'toshi..?" you said weakly, forehead still damp with sweat, bodu trembling with the aftershocks of your hard, long labor. your eyes fluttered open, focusing on the sight of your dear wakatoshi holding your newborn baby.
your heart fluttered at the soft image of your husband holding the tiny baby closely again his chest, his forehead mere inches away from the baby's forehead. it was barely there, barely noticeable. if it weren't for the reflection of light, then you wouldn't have been able to see the way his eyes were glazed over, corners red, tears brimming at the borderlines of his eyes.
he was so memorized, so in love with this product of you, this product of his and your love. god, you just make him the happiest guy on earth.
with a grunt, he sniffled lightly, trying to mask his emotions. "yeah.."
IWAIZUMI HAJIME — he hates crying. but being the responsible and knowing person he is, he knows that crying is inevitable. but the "strong", reliable guy in him wants to punch himself every-time he feels his eyes sting at the feel of salty tears brimming at his waterline. unbeknownst to you, he would avoid you every-time he felt like he was going to cry, usually hiding in the locked confides of the bathroom. he thought he was hiding it well, until one fateful day where it all came crashing down..
"haji?" you said on the other side of the door. he immediately shot up, his eyes darting to the doorknob. he always made sure to lock it, but today, he was just so exhausted and down that the idea of a lock was forgotten. crap, "hey wait-," before he could even rise up from his slouched kneeling position on the bathtub's side, you opened the door unknowingly. "i just need my–hajime?"
there he was, in all of his fucking glory, hunched over, his face long and clearly expressing his hurt feelings. his heart fell to his stomach, his vision going cloudy as his day just kept getting worse. "hajime?" you called out once more, only your tone had softened, more light and tender. you reached a hand out to him, eyes full of concern. he couldn't help but jolt away from your hand, eyebrows furrowing at your softness.
he didn't like your tone. why are you looking at him like that? like some sad kicked puppy lost in the middle of nowhere? it made him feel so small, so weak. "haji.. are you okay?" you whispered, crouching down to his level outside of the bathtub. you attempted yet again to touch the side of his face, lightly pressing your fingertips against his cheekbone before fully pressing your palm against the side of his face.
his lips trembled as he was just a second away from breaking down, his eyes locked on a single object as to hold on to the last of his will. you sighed softly at his resistance, of course he wouldn't want to cry in front of you, but you don't understand why, afterall, what makes a person weak for crying? "it's okay, hajime."
with that, fat tears finally ran down his cheeks, his eyes shutting close as he finally broke at your words. he could only grab onto your hand as you climbed into the tub, his head going straight into your chest as he sobbed and wailed.
MIYA ATSUMU — surprisingly, you've seen this guy cry many of times before. he cried when getting accepted into nationals, winning nationals, just crying at things any normal person would do. but he never cried for you. no, he held himself to higher standards. he'd never cry for someone, not even for you. yeah, he loved you, but he wasn't about to cry for someone like a little child. all high and mighty, he never thought you would actually have an affect on him like you do now. him being someone who wears his heart proudly on his sleeve, he found himself getting into an argument late at night with you, too prideful to back down.
"are you serious atsumu?! you know i'd never do that!" you yelled, voice hoarse and scratchy due to the ongoing screaming match between you and your boyfriend. "oh really?! then why were ya' 'll over that fucker earlier? huh?!" he yelled back, pointing out the way you were seemingly flirting with a guy at the club earlier.
but you weren't? you would never do that, you're not a scum. "what?! we were just talking?! am i not allowed to TALK to people atsumu?" you scoffed, arms crossing defensively. "if you wanna consider talking as flirting, then let's talk about that girl you were laughing with the other day? huh? let's talk about that!"
his eyebrow raised at your counter, fumbling nervously as he wondered what to say. "w-wh- you know what?! fuck you! i don't know why i'm even dating a bitch like you!" he said, almost immediately regretting his words when he saw the way your eye's widened at his harsh words. the apartment was finally silent as you registered his words, he wishes you had any sort of expression on your face, but you had nothing but a stoic and emotionless face.
"okay then," you finally said, arching your eyebrow in a taunting way, resting your hand down on your hip. "bye." you followed, grabbing your bag and your keys, turning your back on him.
he watched, frozen in his spot as you exited out the apartment with your composure. his body jolted when he heard the slam of the front door, finally letting out that breath he was unknowingly holding. he scoffed at what you said, clenching his jaw tightly as he tried to hold onto his pride. "damn it." he said.
he felt the tear roll down his cheek before he could even register that he was crying. "..damn it!"
KAGEYAMA TOBIO — to him, life is volleyball. his childhood consisted nothing of volleyball, and so will his adulthood. maybe his obsession with volleyball was a little extreme, but you never really minded. he respected you greatly for your patience, he wasn't dumb, he knew that his priority of volleyball was evident, so he always tried to make it up to you by spending time with you whenever you wanted. but it seemed like after awhile, he began to take your patience for granted. it wasn't until the nth time when he didn't show up for the nth date was when he realized.
kageyama was careful to shut the front door as quiet as he could, tiptoeing as he took off his shoes and walked throughout the dark hallways and into the master-bedroom. he jolted like a cat when he sat you sitting up on the side of the bed, back facing the doorway.
"y-you scared me. what are you doing up at this time? it's nearly 10PM." he stuttered obliviously. it was silent for a few seconds before you sighed, slowly turning your head to face him. "you forgot." you muttered before turning back to look at the wall. forgot? forgot what? it was then he noticed the way your hair was done, still clad in a pretty dress.
"o-oh.. the date! i-i'm sorry y/n, i promise i can make it up to you"— "don't bother." you interrupted, voice stern yet monotonous. what do you mean 'don't bother?' you love going on dates don't you? his lips pursed into a straight line, chewing on his bottom lips nervously. "w-what do you mean? i really promise, this thursday i have a free day.." he trailed off when you suddenly stood up from the bed.
"i mean that i think we should break up." his heart dropped at your words, eyes widening. break up? his mouth was agape, mind spinning with different solutions and apologies. before he could detest, you walked over to the corner of the room, pulling up a suitcase that he didn't even notice.
"b-but why? you said yourself that me and you are meant to be together?" he cried out, quickly rushing over to your side and grabbing onto your wrist. he watched your face closely, eyes taking note of every single feature of yours. you inhaled deeply, still refusing to look at him.
"i said that when we were in high-school and didn't have any major responsibilities. things have changed, we aren't in high-school any more. you're now a pro-volleyball player with big responsibilities, and i'm.. someone who clearly has too much time on their hands, wasting it on someone who can't give me any of theirs. it's not your fault, kageyama, but we just don't align anymore."
you finally said, tugging your hand away from his grasp. before you could take a step, his hands were once again on you, gripped onto your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. "but.. you said you would be there for my game at nationals.." he whimpered out, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.
it was then, when you were finally walking out of his apartment, out of his life, was when he finally did realize, that maybe, he did take your patience for granted..
BOKUTO KOUTARO — this guy cries a lot. he's cried so many times you might have to start writing it down somewhere. he rarely masks his emotions, he's an open book. thats what you love so much about him, that he's so open and honest. you love the way he's so eager and sweet, you love the way he's always willing to talk to you and so damn clingy it's like you have your own personal koala. aside from the times he's happy, he's sad, sad because he didn't perform well, or because you didn't kiss him. but you never really made him cry, you'd never do that. or so you thought.
"y/n!! i missed you!" you hear a booming voice yell, his footsteps speeding up at the sight you. he paid no mind when you didn't respond to him, as you were currently hunched over the your work desk, laptop gleaming at you brightly. your back was turned to him, so you were basically calling him for a back hug.
"y/n!" — "not now koutaro." you interrupted, tone serious and stern. he raised his eyebrows at you with surprise, his arms a few inches away from your shoulders as they stilled in their preparation to hug you. "babe? is something wrong?" he asked curiously, lips pouting at your stern denial. you never decline a hug. you love them. right?
"i'm working. can't you see that?" you spit out, sighing deeply. you pull away your cramping fingers away from your keyboard, rubbing them over your sore eyes. "my gosh." you mumble under your breath, eyebrows intensely furrowed with stress. you had been working for a few hours straight, staring at nothing but a bright screen with words that were becoming incoherent to you.
you yelp out when you're suddenly pulled from your chair, being lifted up into bokuto's strong arms as he spins you around. "don't be so sad!" he says cheerfully, hoping to cheer you up with a big warm hug. only— this seems to make you mad. "put me down, koutaro!" you yell, pushing his chest away and forcing him to practically drop you.
"don't you see i'm working?! why are you so damn clingy? you're so annoying, god, why don't you just leave me alone?" you spit out. your words are like venom, stinging his heart greatly as his hair is quickly deflating once your words reach his ears. you simply return to your laptop once you've finished, typing mindlessly once more.
him? annoying? he didn't mean to annoy you..
he couldn't help but softly whimper, left standing in shock. he opened his mouth to say something before your previous words were reminding him to stay silent—leave me alone. he clutched his palms, looking at your turned back with teary eyes. he hopes you don't find him annoying for long..
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WAGs
WAG: wife or girlfriend of a sports star
Featuring: w.ushijima, a.miya
USHIJIMA
Ushi is dating a rich gyal, I’m all for the head cannon
You first met wakatoshi at a fundraiser event for charities involving schools and sports. You were attending with your fathers company, as he always liked to make huge donations at events like these.
Your family was quite wealthy, as you were soon due to inherit a carefully and meticulously crafted empire built by family generations back.
You floated around the room throughout the whole night, solidifying existing connections while creating new ones. You had spoken to a lot of investors, pro athletes, coaches etc.
You had gotten used to the structured, formal conversations with people, so when you first talked to wakatoshi it was kinda refreshing.
Like… he knocked you out of your automated business trance and you found yourself talking to him like a normal person.
For the rest of the night whenever you could, you naturally gravitated towards him, always asking how he was an stuff.
You talked so much and he asked for your number that night yk to keep in touch. Wink wink wink.
After that day, you frequently sat in on the adlers practice under the guise of being there on your dads behalf. But you started to hide it less when you became official.
People caught on to your relationship bc paparazzi are nosy 😒
The two of you STAY on Pinterest like ‘rich couple aesthetic’ yea that’s u.
The both of you are rich so the gifts have more meaning n stuff ygm.
Wakatoshi is sow CYUTE when it comes to gift giving like he didn’t just buy it because it’s pretty and gold and compliments your skin, he bought for some reason like it goes well with this one outfit he saw you wear in a fashion magazine, or the meaning behind the items ya know
But there’s no deep reason behind the sleek black sports car or the stack of red bottoms or the custom tailored suit he surprised you with bc he remembers your exact measurements
K maybe not the last one but still
He lurrrvs u and he knows u know, even if he isn’t as loud about it like other people.
ATSUMU
Atsumu has a big social media presence, we all know his pr team hates him
You guys got together after he would not stop flirting with you in your comments, DMs, all of it.
A while ago you posted about wanting a man who will make sure you’ll never work again and you best believe half the comments was him shooting his shot
You eventually had to give in
You were going to anyways u just wanted him to sweat a lil
Y’all linked up or whateva and unsurprisingly atsumu stuck to his word, you didn’t have to work for anything as long as you were with him, he’d do anything for you
He even insisted on carrying you into the stadium ‘like the princess you were’ where they were going to play soon, you said no bc that’s too much for u 😔
You best believe you pull up to his games dressed so casually yet so captivating with his (and soon to be your) last name draped across your back
His feed, stories tweets etc are filled with you and honestly the people love it. After watching their favourite setter thirst for you for damn near a year straight, they were happy #y/ntsumu was finally a reality
The wags of the rest of the team have this little best friend group it’s so cute. Just a bunch of pretty girls being spoiled by their athlete boyfriends for no reason at all.
10/10 athlete rich boyfie.
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BLUNT & HONEST ♡ USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI
what's it? light smut, still nsfw and still minors do not interact
sugar level? 0.7k
allergen warning/s? mentions of public sex, praise
regulars? @hanayanetwork
some people think ushijima being so blunt and honest is a bad thing. that he's rude and doesn't care about people's feelings. then there are people who like you, his beloved, treasured girlfriend who loves that about him and thinks that's one of his best qualities.
well first, he's not afraid to tell you what he thinks. after some talk with you, he has learned that if there is something negative that doesn't necessarily have to be said, and you don't ask for his opinion, he's not to tell you. but on the other side of the spectrum, when you do ask him for his opinion, you know he's being truthful and not sugarcoating anything. when you ask him if that dress looks better on you that this dress and he tells you that it doesn't matter, you know he means it and he isn't saying that just to get out of the situation like other people do. and if you ask him if he's okay with something and he said that he is, you don't have to worry about him lying to you so you wouldn't feel bad about it: he's actually okay with it.
and he encourages you to do the same, tells you that lies is the gate to miscommunication and problems -- something so painfully obvious, but lots of couples still struggle with. you do your best to do so and you don't encounter those problems that so many other couples have trouble with.
if he you ask him if he's okay with you hanging out with one of your friends who's a guy and he tells you yes, you know he's actually okay with it and he's not going to throw it back in your face a day you get into a fight.
he expects the same honesty from you.
in the bedroom, you look at it as a good thing too.
he's usually never one to dance around his emotions -- sometimes he just has a hard time feeling them, but once he does, he doesn't try to hide them. especially from you.
sometimes people would call him shameless: he would pull you in front of him at the mall while you were wearing a tight dress. he'd lean down to your ear and tell you he was hard. he'd press his crotch against you to prove his point and my god he was. you could feel him throbbing in his pants and you knew it would only be a matter of time before your boyfriend dragged you back to the parking lot and fuck you right in his car. ushijima, bless his heart, tried his hardest to make his voice so quiet no one would hear him, but alas, there was a mother carrying her baby that passed in front of you two at just the right time and heard everything he said. she did not hesitate to throw you two a disgusted look. "well, at least it's not one of your fans."
or sometimes people, especially his teammates, would call him whipped: he was at a mandatory seven day training camp a few towns over and he's been missing you dearly when hoshiumi brought you up with a smirk on his lips. "yes, i miss her." ushijima would reply. "i miss being able to hold her. she always fits perfectly with me-" before he could continue, the shorter volleyball player was making gagging noises at him while his other teammates were making whip sounds. he didn't mind though, he was well aware that he was whipped for you and he doesn't really see that as a bad thing.
but the thing you loved the most about his honesty in the bedroom? his praise.
him being, well, him, would give you some tips after your first time. the things he likes and the things he doesn't like and you should not take it as an insult. he wants you to do the same so the next time you do it, it'll be more satisfying for the both of you and as you'd expect, it was the reason why your sex life got so much better.
once you've learned everything ushi likes in bed, he's constantly praising you. he's not known to be one that's talkative, but he just can't help it. you're making him feel so good and he wants you to know that: the words slip out of his mouth like how water falls from waterfalls -- uncontrollably and continuously.
"you're doing good, hun. suck my cock just like that."
you get: a weighted blanket
i get: reblog
do we have a deal?
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Test Drive — Ushijima Wakatoshi // NSFW
word count: 2.9k
content note: established relationship, car talk, driving and then sex, somehow. brief choking, vaginal sex & semi-public sex
a/n: saw a dodge, had some thoughts, et voila. also, happy birthday wakatoshi. love ya
visuals: one; two (wrong color but for front view)
mdni
Wakatoshi’s new car is a Dodge Challenger. He’s been driving a run-down Nissan god-knows-what for the longest time, never much of a car guy, but when it started rusting around the hubcaps, he knew it was time to say goodbye to the old thing.
He knows a thing or two about cars, changing both of your car’s tires by himself, checking on the oil, doing everything to prevent going to a car workshop if not absolutely necessary because although money isn’t tight for him, he prefers to not spend anything on things he can easily do himself.
And knowing this, it was even more surprising to find out just how much he had spent on his new car. You didn’t need to know cars to be able to tell it was expensive - sharp edges, polished body, sleek leather seats; a machine all muscle, sure to turn heads on the street. And while Wakatoshi never seemed like one to flaunt his possessions, he sure does cherish them.
Wakatoshi doesn’t have to, but he made it a habit to ask you first before making great purchases, partly to hear your opinion, partly because he feels like anything he owns is just as much yours as it is his. This one, however, is an exception. You knew he was going to buy a new car eventually but nothing could have prevented the way surprise painted your face when he came up to you sitting on the couch, dropping a shiny, brand-new car key into your hands followed by an “I have something to show you, baby.”
The key itself looks pricey, doing justice to the car you see standing in the car park of the apartment complex you two live in. Most of the vehicles parked there were already familiar to you, you had seen them plenty of times going and coming home from work, but even if that wasn’t the case, you didn’t need Wakatoshi to point it out. It stands out even in between your neighbor’s fancy sports cars, with a body rather angular than rounded, edges rugged compared to the flowy build and aquatic curves of most pricey cars. The burgundy is oddly reminiscent of the Shiratorizawa high school volleyball team colors and immediately overwhelmingly him.
He takes a few fast strides to get to the car door before you do, opening it and holding out his hand, signaling for you to sit in the driver’s seat. With how close the seats are to the ground, you almost fall into the red leather seat getting in, the brand-new factory smell wafting over you pleasantly and you make sure to take a few deep breaths, your eyes roaming over the sleek console.
You feel him shift beside you, moving to stand in between the opened car door and he puts one arm on the roof, leaning down slightly to see your expression.
“And? What do you say?” he asks and you find it uncharacteristic how his voice is dipped into what you think is a tinge of nervousness, almost like a little boy who forgot to get permission and is breaking the news to his parents.
For a moment, you don’t know what to say, overwhelmed by the luxury, intimidated by the power, and still not entirely done processing the surprise. You let your gaze wander over the interior once more, taking in more details this time. Your fingertips are grazing the leather center console as he leans in a bit further until he’s halfway into the car, his eyes still fixated on you because the silence has him growing restless and for a moment, he starts to already regret the decision.
It’s when you turn your head around and meet his expectant eyes that you remember you still haven’t given him an answer.
“It’s great, it suits you,” you say eventually, flashing him a smile, and you think you can see relief washing over his face as his features relax.
He explains to you how this type of car is called a muscle car - an American-made two-door sports car with a powerful engine - and it fits, you think. He starts babbling away on the details, about the sheer power of this car that manifests itself in 807 horsepower, making it the most powerful muscle car there is, and it’s clear he’s put about as much thought into this purchase as he does into everything else. And you can’t pretend you understand everything he’s saying, because it’s a lot, but you’re glad to listen nonetheless.
“Turn the motor on,” he says eventually, gesturing towards the start button. The rumble of the engine immediately creeps through your bones, even without acceleration, electrifying your veins. And it’s an exhilarating feeling, one so unlike what you felt in any other car you’ve ever been in. You look towards Wakatoshi and see him smiling at you.
“Let’s go for a ride.”
Apart from a few other cars passing by, traffic is light, and the motorway yours.
The fresh August breeze flowing in through the slightly opened passenger window hits your face, a welcome refreshment on an otherwise hot and humid day. Through the tinted windows, there are wide fields on one side, stretching out over the landscape and painting the scenery in hues of beige, the coastline on the other. The low roar of the engine mixed with the monotonous hiss of the tires rolling over smooth concrete is ambient, evoking an atmosphere that sets your mind at peace, and it is almost enough to make you want to close your eyes and have it lull you to sleep.
There’s a song playing on the radio, though anything beyond the steady rhythm of the bass is drowned out by the sounds of the car and the wind angrily swashing through the small gap of the opened car window to leave your hair tousled. It’s peaceful, relaxing your senses and at least for now, it feels like you’re able to leave all the stress of the last few weeks behind on the motorway.
You look over to Wakatoshi and feel a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth because it feels like a movie. The last few rays of the warm August sun encompass him, casting a warm halo around his silhouette, and he must notice you looking at him because the hand resting on your leg suddenly grasps you tighter, squeezing the flesh of your thigh.
And at that moment you think you will never be able to imagine Wakatoshi ever driving a different car again. Because sitting there in the driver’s seat, it looks like this car was made solely with him in mind.
You’re driving in silence for a little longer, though it feels like time passes in no time and it’s almost a shame, you think. Eventually, Wakatoshi lets the car come to a halt at a parking area of a sightseeing place you know well, though today, despite the great weather, you two are the only ones there. The view is nothing short of magnificent - vast skies stretching out over the vast expanse of the blue ocean, close to cloudless. Coming here is always nostalgic in a way, bringing back memories of past dates, stolen kisses in the setting sun, and heartfelt confessions. It is your place.
You reach to unbuckle your seatbelt but looking up again, Wakatoshi is already standing in front of the passenger door, opening it for you. He’s holding out a hand for you to take as you step out of the car, pushing the door shut behind you.
For a moment, you’re just standing there, taking in the view and basking in the last bit of sunlight for the day that soon threatens to disappear behind the horizon; because that’s all it takes. Because solitude with Wakatoshi isn’t of the suppressing kind; it’s reassuring, soothing, and altogether alleviating.
You wrap your arms around his waist, overcome with the sudden urge to be close to him and he lets you, reciprocating the affection by bringing an arm to rest around your shoulder.
He’s the first to break the silence.
“Thank you for being here with me.”
Instinctively, your hold on him tightens as you look up at him, smiling.
“Of course.”
He dips his head down to press a fleeting kiss on your forehead but the contact lingers, enough so to have you reaching up to cup his face, pulling him down to kiss him properly.
His hands fall to your waist and you can feel the warmth of his palms through the fabric of your dress. He’s using his body weight to gently, carefully guide you backward until your legs make contact with the car before closing the space left between you, his lips meeting yours once again. It’s sweet and unassuming, not necessarily meant to be an invitation to take things much further, you know, but when you feel his breath hitch as a soft sound escapes your throat, his fingers digging deeper into the flesh of your waist, you decide to test the waters.
The kiss becomes deeper, more breathless, and slowly grows into something that hints at the unmistakable, like a promise of passion.
You run your fingers through his hair, tugging on the strands and drawing a deep groan from him that you swallow. For a moment, he breaks the kiss, an action rather sudden as though he just came back to his senses, his chest heaving as he’s trying to catch his breath.
“Here?” he asks, cautiously; uncertainty deeply engrained in his features. “Now?”
You press a kiss to his jaw, another one just below and by his Adam’s apple, hoping it’s enough of an answer.
It seems to be because his hands hook under your thighs, lifting you on the wide hood of the car and you’re unsure whether it’s the cold aluminum prickling on your skin or the way Wakatoshi reaches up to tug on the straps of your dress that’s sending shivers down your spine. He pushes them off your shoulders, his fingers ghosting over your collarbones before he brings his hand to your throat, applying slight pressure. And even though your mind is clouded and the adrenaline rushing through your veins makes it difficult to think straight, you believe you can make out something unruly grazing his features. His other hand grazes the hem of your dress, teasing, before pulling down the fabric and cupping your breast, massaging the flesh.
He pushes you backward until your back makes contact with the aluminum, his free hand coming down to squeeze your hip. He’s hovering over you, his tall frame hiding the last rays of the setting sun still daring to peek over the horizon. There’s still a soft beat coming from the car’s speakers, setting the atmosphere and helping both of you to get lost in the moment.
It’s now that you take note of how worked up he really is, feeling the bulge of his erection through the layers of clothing separating you, and a gasp escapes past your lips as he presses himself a little further onto you, creating friction by gentle thrusts of his hips that feel ever so slightly restrained. And you know there’s a kind of impatience concealed within his actions, a kind of primitive urge threatening to burst through the closer he is to you, the longer he feels your fingers run through his hair, and the longer he tastes you, swallowing your sweet gasps and whines. His body curves around you, coming impossibly closer as his chest presses against yours, and yet something within his actions still appears restrained, like part of him can’t quite seem to let loose.
“’Toshi,” you manage to choke out, a breathless whimper, as he breaks the kiss, and it serves him as a reminder of how tight his pants are at that moment. He lets his head dip down onto your shoulder, his hands leaving your body to prop himself up on the hood, leaving you aching for his touch and warmth in the process.
“It’s okay, ‘Toshi. We’re alone,” you try persuading him carefully, though your hands are less restrained as you hook two fingers into his belt loop to tuck gently. “Please.”
His hips buck forward on instinct alone, chasing your touch, and it only has you growing more restless.
“Please,” you repeat, more imploring this time.
“Fuck, I don’t wanna dent it,” he breathes out, voice a deep grumble, and you think if you weren’t already lying on the hood, your legs would’ve given in.
“Bend me over the hood then.”
His brows are furrowed in thought like he’s suddenly contemplating how far he’s really willing to let his desires take him. He’s not the type to typically take sexual intimacies outside of the bedroom, not out of shame, but because he believes it to be something between only you and him, something he’s not quite willing to let anyone else in on.
And yet there’s something deeply lustful in his eyes as his hands wrap around your knees, pulling you forward and off the hood. Once your feet are planted on the ground, you’re being turned around, a hiss escaping from in between clenched teeth at the cool sensation of your chest coming into contact with the aluminum.
He hitches your dress up, leaving it bunched up at the dip of your waist, sighing as he catches sight of the darker spot where wetness seeps through your underwear. Your hips buck forward as he presses an index finger onto your clothed clit, gently circling. He hitches a finger under the fabric, pulling it aside at another whimper of his name, slipping a finger inside, soon another. His unoccupied hand massages the flesh of your hips as he pulls soft moans and pleads for more from your lips, patient despite the building pressure sitting deep in his abdomen.
Once he deems you ready to take him, he pulls away briefly, reaching to unbuckle his belt. He sighs as he frees his cock from the restriction of his pants, stroking himself, and his eyes fall shut briefly, needing to steady himself. One hand finds its place back on your waist while the other positions himself. A groan escapes his throat as the tip pushes inside and he takes his time bottoming out, although it’s less for him and more for you to be able to adjust to the stretch.
Wakatoshi leans forward, bracing an arm on the hood to further press his weight into you and you wrap a hand around his biceps, both in an attempt to be even closer to him and to brace yourself.
He starts slowly rocking into you, setting a pace that is deliberate and testing. It takes some time for him to grow bolder, for his careful thrusts to grow less restrained, faster and harder. You can feel the car moving slightly with every move of his hips against yours, the sound of skin against skin mixing in with the bass of the radio.
You’re trying your best to match his pace, attempting to meet his thrusts, but it’s too overwhelming, too overpowering that you find your muscles staggering, unable to keep up. Your nails dig into the muscle of his bicep, so hard it must sting, but he lets you. Because Wakatoshi lets you do whatever you want to him because he knows that ultimately the strain on your body is bigger. So he will take it, endure the sting, for you, and because he can.
Your vision starts to blur and your whimpers and soft moans mix with chants of his name falling from your tongue as you grow louder, but Wakatoshi shushes you, caressing the skin of your waist where he previously dug his fingers into.
He reaches to pull your upper body up from the hood as he feels your orgasm approaching, two fingers circling your clit to help push you over the edge. And he helps prolong your orgasm as you begin writhing in his hold, pleasure finally washing over you, and he presses sweet kisses to the nape of your neck until he feels your body loosen. Gently, he lays you back down on the hood, a few more strokes all it takes for his groans to stagger, for his own release to near. You purposefully tighten around him and feel his rhythm falter, a rare moan pushing itself past his lips as he cums, his cock throbbing inside of you with every wave of his climax.
His hands fall back on the hood as he halts to catch his breath. Fingers push back the strands of slightly damp hair that had fallen onto his forehead as he straightens himself up, pulling his softening cock out of you.
He helps you get back up, making sure you’re standing secure on the ground before he makes you turn around, cupping your face in both of his hands and catching your lips in another kiss. His lips move slowly, sensually, tasting like gratitude and a promise for more, for unrelenting loyalty, for love.
#man idk when i tell you i sat in front of my laptop with my head in my hands i mean it#you know you’re a writer when you’re thinking about all the ways to decribe a car for an hour straight#i don’t know shit about cars don’t comment on it#its late imma proof read this tomorrow if you find any mistakes no you didnt#ushijima wakatoshi#ushijima wakatoshi x reader#ushijima x reader#ushijima smut#haikyuu ushijima#haikyuu!!#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#hq#hq x reader#hq smut#hq ushijima#vile nights#vile one shots
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I read the alpha sukuna stuff and the apex alpha ushijima headcanon you posted so let me say this: apex alpha sukuna
Oh my god, you’re so right. Just imagine he says some shit like-
“They don’t make ‘em like me anymore.”
You roll your eyes because oh my god, of course he says something corny like that. But you know there is truth behind his words. Apex Alphas were an extinct breed. They had not existed for many centuries, and Sukuna happened to be centuries old. So he was, by all means, the last living Apex Alpha. They truly didn’t make them like him anymore.
And it showed. Despite inhabiting the body of a regular Alpha, Sukuna’s presence was unmistakable. He had an aura about him, despite being absent most of the time (since Yuuji was the one actually in control), but being around Yuuji meant your nerves would constantly be shot. Somehow, the Omega in you knew Sukuna was there. His scent often overpowered Yuuji’s. To the point that despite Yuuji talking and laughing next to you, your body temperature would be off as hell, and you knew you were reacting to the thing inside him.
The real kick in the gut was that the bastard knew. He knew the effect he had on you. And you knew he was going to goad you with that knowledge when a mouth appeared on Yuuji’s cheek, sharp teeth and huge grin, talking about how a ‘sweet little omega’ like you needed a mighty strong Alpha, and not the pussies that existed in today’s day and age. Yuuji would sigh tiredly and slap a hand on it, apologizing for how rude and vulgar Sukuna was. But there was something about the way he spoke that almost turned you on. Like he truly wanted you.
You find yourself lying down late at night and wondering what it would be like to have an Apex Alpha take care of you. It had to be a wildly different experience, considering just how much Sukuna differed from Yuuji. The thought alone makes your body hot, makes you sweat, having nothing but big, pure Alpha on you, fucking the soul out of you and then knotting you until you couldn’t take it anymore.
So can you really be blamed when you cry out for him during your next heat? And can you really be blamed when it turns out that the cry of an Omega is exactly what Sukuna needs to take control of Yuuji’s body and give you exactly what you want?
#💭 late night ruminating#✌🏼 fatima answers#sukuna x reader#ryomen sukuna#sukuna smut#jjk x reader#sukuna x you#alpha sukuna#a/b/o#jjk a/b/o#alpha x omega#omega reader#omegaverse
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no nut november - nov 20
they put up a good fight but still couldn't make it...
(peachy had a very busy month so we're gonna ignore that this is late bc she wanted to finish it 😤)
farmer!ushijima & best friend!iwaizumi
word count: 330 & 531
cw: fem!reader, fingering, mutual masturbation, dubious consent (ushi and reader are drunk), infidelity (kind of), minors dni
farmer!ushijima
it might just be the alcohol in ushijima's veins telling him this isn't a bad idea but you're looking pretty in the dimly lit alley
he doesn't drink often but he'd thought he'd treat himself for a few at the bar after harvesting the last of his fall crops
it was a good season, one that exceeded his expectations, leaving him completely prepared for the cruelty of winter
you were already two shots in when you saw him, quickly challenging him to a drinking game and, uncharacteristically, ushijima accepted
and now the two of you are pawing at each other behind the saloon, ushijima's fingers already down your pants
and his fingers are so thick, filling you up more than your smaller digits would ever allow
"toshiii," you groaned, humping against his hand
you completely forgot about the stupid bet you made with your friends on a visit to the city last month
you were sure you could last the whole 30 days - you were single and aside from the occasional flirty jokes with a usually oblivious ushijima, there wasn't anyone else you were interested in
but now you're reaching into his jeans to pull his cock out
you're both gasping and breathing heavily into each other's mouths, desperate to get off
it feels nice to have ushijima, a massive, stoic man, groan with every flick of your wrist
you want him to cum first but once his thumb starts circling your clit, you don't stand a chance
even in the pleasure of your orgasm, you have enough sense to take care of ushijima, stroking him as the bliss racks through your body
within a few seconds, you can feel the warmth of his cum coating your hand
the two of you clean up as best as you can when ushijima mumbles, "sorry that you lost your game."
you can't help cracking up, finding it hilarious that he remembered the drunken conversation the two of you had earlier that night
best friend!iwaizumi
"uh huh," iwaizumi says, mindlessly tapping away at his controller. "no, you're so right, i can't believe he did that."
you're calling him again to complain about your boyfriend again
it was some stupid argument about whose family you were spending thanksgiving with - iwaizumi couldn't really care
"and then he just tells me to 'do whatever i want,' can you believe that?" you scoff
"no that's terrible, such a dick move," iwaizumi drones on, all of his focus on the game he's playing at the moment
every other week, you call up iwaizumi to have the same conversation with him - how much your boyfriend pissed you off and you want to break up
and, being the good friend that he is, iwaizumi lends his ear to listen (and his dick to comfort you after a breakup)
"i'm so done, he can spend thanksgiving alone. and the rest of his life for that matter," you huff but your threats hold no weight when the two of you are constantly getting back together
"can i come over? i don't want to be alone..." you ask after a few beats of silence
without thinking, iwaizumi agrees and you quickly end the phone call with a "okie dokie!! see you soon!"
it doesn't hit him for a few minutes but he suddenly remembers that he, oikawa, matsukawa, and hanamaki were doing that stupid no nut november thing again
you and your boyfriend seemed to be doing fine the whole month so and it wasn't like iwaizumi had any other prospects - not that he wanted any
but with you coming over (and being freshly single) there was no way he'd be able to keep his streak going
but iwaizumi is more disciplined than that and the two of you have been friends way before this weird....arrangement went down
he knows how to keep it in his pants and he can resist you no matter how hard you try
iwaizumi hajime is an idiot
it took less than half an hour for his dick to end up inside you
"fuck, haji, just like that!"
it was so embarrassing—your panties pushed to the side and iwaizumi's sweats scrunched only halfway down his legs
neither of you had enough patience to actually take the other's clothes off, like the moment was fleeting and could be ripped away at any time (and most of the time it felt that way)
"feels good? that's why you keep coming back, huh?" he grunts, pulling you into a kiss
you bite your lip, not wanting to admit that he was right but iwaizumi pins you to the mattress, plunging his cock deeper inside your cunt, forcing guttural moans from you
"not gonna admit it? that's fine, i already know, baby," he says, laughing when you cum around him
he follows soon after, not bothering to pull out cause he knows you enjoy the feeling of him filling you up
iwaizumi rolls off of you, taking a second to stare up at the ceiling. he knows the others will rip into him when they find out
reaching for his phone, he decides to get it over with before he helps you clean up.
©sugawarassoulmate 2023 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!
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He Comes To Your Rescue *Part 3*
Tetsuro Kuroo X Reader, Ushijima Wakatoshi X Reader, Satori Tendo X Reader
Summary: You get caught up in something and he defends you
Part 1- Toru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kotaro Bokuto
Part 2 - Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya, Rentaro Suna, Kei Tsukishima
Part 4 - Yuji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa
Part 5 - Tobio Kageyama
Kuroo Tetsuro
🧪 You had just finished watching a match with Nekoma, Kuroo had texted you once they were back in the changing rooms and asked for you to save them seats at the Kurasuno match so you set off to find some seats for him and Kenma.
🧪 You managed to find three seats in a nice place and texted Kuroo to tell him where you were for when he came looking.
🧪 The match was so intense you didn’t even realize that there was someone approaching you until they spoke.
🧪 “Bet these seats are free.” “Actually someone is going to be sitting there soon.” “Sure they are, you never had any friends before I doubt that’s changed.”
You looked up upon recognising the voice, she was the old bully from your middle school. You sighed as you realized that the seat probably weren’t worth this and there were still loads free, you were sure she’d only come over here to tease you “I’ll just find somewhere else to si-”
“Where are you going Kitten?” You smiled at the sound of Kuroo’s voice, he wrapped his arm around your waist and rested his head against your shoulder.
“There’s no way that you aren’t messing with her… Right?” The girl in front of you asked.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Kuroo asked, straightening to his full height.
“Maybe you haven’t noticed but there’s better out there.” She smirked as she flipped her hair over her shoulder.
“You mean like you?” He asked.
“Well-”
“Kuroo can you stop messing with her and tell her to get lost? I want to sit down.” Kenma was the one to speak this time as he pushed past his larger friend and sat in one of the seats.
“You heard him get lost will you.” He waved her off as he pulled you back to your seat, you were playing with your sleeves “Hey Kitten.” Kuroo pressed his lips to the side of your hair as he watched the girl retreat into the crowd “you okay?”
“Mmhm.” You hummed.
“You know you're my first and only choice.” He assured you as he squeezed you against his side as best he could in the seats.
“You two are disgusting.” Kenma mumbled his eyes not moving from the match in front of him.
“Don’t worry you’ll understand one day, Kenma.” Kuroo winked at him and you playfully slapped his thigh.
“Pay attention, you wanted to watch this match.” You smiled and then pressed a kiss to the side of your head before leaning back to watch the match.
Wakatoshi Ushijima
🦅 Ushijima doesn’t really pay attention to much but he pays attention to you, he notices a lot and has become accustomed to the look on your face when you want to be out of a situation.
🦅 He wasn’t there this time though, you were out with your friends and they had decided that they wanted to go for a couple of drinks and they all slowly disappeared as they got more and more drunk.
🦅 You were contemplating leaving considering all your friends had driven here yourselves, your choice solidified when each of your friends had come up to you to say that they were leaving with someone else.
🦅 You texted Ushi to tell him that you’d be home soon but he called you before you could get too far.
You answered the phone with a small smile on your face as you saw the caller ID “Hello Ushi.” You greeted him.
“How long will it take you to get home?” He asked.
“Well I’m walking so-”
“Where are your friends?” He asked immediately.
“They all found someone to go home with.” You answered “it’s fine we’re not that far from the club they chose, it shouldn't take long for me to get home.”
“I’ll meet you.” He said.
“No you don’t have to do that.” You tried to get him to stop but he wasn’t having it.
“I’m going to meet you, tell me where you are.” He ordered and you sighed before giving him the name of the road that you’d wait for him on. The moment that you stopped moving you became very aware of a figure behind you, they seemed to have stopped at the same time that you had, you pulled out your phone and text Ushijima alerting him to your worry, he texted back telling you that he’d be there soon.
“Hi there, you look like you're waiting for something.” You looked up, you didn’t recognise the guy in front of you but you smiled all the same.
“Waiting for my boyfriend.” You answered, slipping your phone back in your pocket and wrapping your hand around the house key in your coat pocket.
“Really?” He asked as he stepped closer to you, you swallowed as you looked in the direction that you knew Ushijima was going to appear in. “Why’d he leave you out here all on your own?”
“I was with some friends.” You answered.
“Really? They as pretty as you?” He asked, you mouth was dry and your eyes were cast down to the floor until your heard someone call your name, you looked over relieved when you saw your boyfriend walking towards you, the man that was questioning you took in a breath and stepped away from you, you stepped away from him and towards your boyfriend who pulled you into him immediately.
“You are?” He asked, addressing the man that had been speaking to you seconds before.
“I- I was just making sure that she was okay.” He answered. “I’ll go now.” He almost fell over trying to get away from you.
“Are you okay my love?” Ushijima asked switching his attention to you.
“I’m okay.” You nodded “I was about to stab him with my keys though.”
“Mmm, well that will never happen again.” He promised “and you won’t be going out with these friends unless I can pick you up after.”
“Ushi-”
“Come on, it's late, we need to get home.” He said leaving no room for argument but you were definitely going to have to talk about that some other time.
Satori Tendo
🍫 Tendo met you before he left for France and you guys had a long distance relationship for a little while. You were still studying but you surprised him when you got a job in France as a team manager.
🍫 When Tendo started getting hired to make stuff for big events, you were hired, you were supposed to be organizing schedules for all of the chocolatiers in the company but most people were looking for your boyfriend.
🍫 It was getting to the point where you were starting to turn people away because there was no way to get all of the work done in time for the events, most people were understanding but there was always someone who pushed their luck.
🍫 You were working overtime, in your living room phone between your ear and shoulder as you listened to the event coordinator talk.
“What date do you need this done by?” You asked.
“30th of this month.” He answered.
“Mmm, and who were you hoping for?” You asked.
“Satori Tendo.” He answered.
“Unfortunately that won’t be possible, he is fully booked for the next few months.” You explained.
“This is a very important event.” He spoke and you sighed.
“That does not change his availability sir.” You answered as Tendo leaned over your shoulder pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
“I want to speak to a manager.” He ordered and you rolled your eyes.
“You're speaking to one.” You answered.
“Well then I want to speak to your manager.” He answered, you started typing an email as you listened to his complaining.
“My manager isn’t working today, you’ll have to wait until Monday.” You explained.
“That will be too late!” He shouted down the phone but before you could say anything in return, the phone was taken from you.
“My manager has given you her answer, I won’t be at your event thanks.” Tendo hung up the phone after saying that throwing it onto the seat before putting his hand out to you “I need you to taste something for me.”
“Tendo I love you but you can’t just say that to a client.” You scolded him and he rolled his eyes walking around so that he was in front of you picking you up and walking towards the kitchen.
“He can’t talk to you like that either.” Tendo mumbled as he sat you on one of the stools and pointed at two small chocolates. “Which one is better for that fundraiser?” He asked.
“Which one?” You asked, raising an eyebrow and popping the first one in your mouth.
“The orphanage one.” He answered, watching you taste the other one.
“The kids will like that one.” You pointed at the first one and he nodded.
“You're okay though, right?” He asked.
“Hm oh yeah, that happens all the time when your boyfriend is the most popular chocolatier in the world.” You winked and he shook his head and pressed a kiss to your lips.
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