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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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“Have you posted any photos of Y/N?”
Ushijima blinked as the words from his best friend processed through his head.
“Why does it matter?”
“I mean, the two of you are together! Couples are always taking photos together and showing them off on social media, y'know! It’s like a love language all on its own.”
Suddenly, Wakatoshi is panicked. Is this something you wanted from him but never asked for the fear of sounding silly? Was he being a bad boyfriend because he hasn’t been taking to his Facebook to proclaim his love for you?
It’s an offhand comment Tendou makes to fill the silence between them. He was scrolling through his Instagram and shared a small observation. What he doesn’t expect is to gradually see his best friend grow increasingly active on his socials, uploading pictures from his travels but primarily ones with you in them.
He isn’t the only one taken aback; you too start to grow suspicious of Wakatoshi’s sudden, newfound love of photography.
He was hardly attached to his phone, especially when he was out in public. He did most of his work on his laptop when it was required of him and was rarely active on his social media. For the most part, he only ever remembered to check his phone for texts, emails, calendar reminders and the like before dedicating the rest of the night to winding down with you.
You couldn’t even remember the last time you had seen your boyfriend take a picture, yet suddenly he seemed to be very adamant on capturing all of your moments together. On dates, on away games you decided to come along on, even on simple walks through the park. You found it sweet that he seemed to be taking up a new hobby, and even more flattered when more often than not you were his muse. You can’t deny that his adamance on wanting “to capture your beauty” didn’t make you blush. But you could see the look of internal conflict on his face as he played around with his phone’s camera settings, his weird disappointment in himself when he deflates and tells you he missed a bunch of moments he could’ve captured.
You always insisted that it was better for the two of you to enjoy the moment, knowing that Wakatoshi feels the same. Yet the look of frustration only dulls a slight bit, a conflicting expression on his face as he mulls over both yours and Tendou’s words in his head.
“I don’t have much to post today.”
You blinked at his response to your voiced concern over this dejected look of his as you stood by a boardwalk with an ice cream cone in hand, looking at him as he stared distressingly at his phone. It was one of those times when Wakatoshi took you to see the sights in an area he was playing in, and the sun was starting to set under the horizon to conclude the eventful day of sightseeing.
“To post? Are you talking about your socials?”
He nodded as he continued going through the sparse amount of photos he did remember to snag, most of them blurry from snapping them on the go. “Tendou told me it’s a thing couples do.”
“Well, you don’t need to do it. Why do you?”
“To show you off. I thought you might’ve liked that stuff.”
Wakatoshi did not have any particularly strong feelings toward his phone or social media, but in general you know that he tended to only spend the amount of time he needed to on them. At best, he had no interest, and at worst, they were a harmful distraction.
So for your boyfriend to expand his online presence simply for your sake-- for your potential desires from him-- made your heart swell as you eyed his frown and brows creased in distress.
You laughed as you walked toward him, wrapping your arms around his waist, chin digging into his chest as you tilted your head up to look at him.
“You know that stuff doesn’t matter to me. I care more about you being in the moment with me than some silly Instagram post.”
And now that you’ve reassured him, this insistence of his to capture every moment feels a little silly. The bombardment of social media notifications from posting you hasn’t helped ease his anxiety either. He’s grateful that he doesn't need to prioritize it so heavily anymore.
This would probably be one of the moments he should be capturing right now, but Wakatoshi can’t bring himself to care. Not when he could be holding you and admiring your beautiful smile as it gleams up at him, big and bright. A camera could never do your beauty enough justice, anyway.
(He takes a photo a couple of minutes later as you greedily finish off the ice cream he bought you, with the chocolate staining the ring of your mouth and the sun setting into the harbor, and your bright eyes turned upward into tiny crescents as you smile in a bashful attempt to escape from Wakatoshi’s lens. He posts it. A camera could never do your beauty enough justice, but this was the closest it could get. Tendou tells him to quit his socials the next time they meet.)
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Homecoming
Ushijima Wakatoshi x gn!reader
Genre: Sickfic, hurt comfort
Warnings: Slight manga spoilers
Requests: Closed*
a/n: hello hello! (is acting like i haven’t been gone for forever), can you believe i found this just sitting on a random note in my phone 90% done???? i literally wrote this over a year ago and never found the motivation to finish it ;-; due to its age toshi might be a bit ooc.
anyways, i’m not entirely back yet but i keep seeing lovely comments and reblogs that just make me want to start writing again ;-; maybe with the haikyuu movie being released soon my motivation will amp back up. ALSO i’m gonna try to start reblogging regularly again
*request box is still technically “closed” but if anyone has some genshin or *ahem* Baldurs gate 3 requests, i may be inclined to write if they pique my interest :)
enjoy!
If there was one thing that you knew for an absolute fact. it would be that volleyball would always be his main priority.
You knew this well before you started dating him, it was part of the reason you refused to admit your true feelings for him. You refused to take him away from his first love. Something that he was so visibly passionate about.
So you stayed on the sidelines, watching wistfully as the boy you had a crush on rose higher and higher, while you stood on the ground looking up in awe. This was comfortable, you were content with just watching and admiring. It was all you thought you were able to do.
Until he had asked you out first.
You had genuinely thought that Tendou was joking when he had told you that the Ushijima Wakatoshi saw you as anything more than one of the team’s managers.
His face was always devoid of emotion. Your interactions were limited to him nodding in thanks as you gave him a towel or water bottle, or him humming in acknowledgment as you relayed to him the notes you took after the most recent practice match.
And yet you found yourself standing in front of him, just outside the gym after practice, heart absolutely racing as he asked you out on a date.
Your first date was awkward to say the least. Having never spoken outside of club activities, you found it hard to keep a conversation flowing as you two sat in a cafe sipping your drinks.
He had walked you back to your dorm that day, but before you could go in, he had grabbed your hand.
You stared in shock at the large hand enveloping yours, “Ushijima?”
Suddenly, you felt a tiny gust of wind and a slight pressure against your forehead. You could only stammer dumbly as you realized the pressure was his lips.
He pulled away after a moment. He was heavily avoiding eye contact and turned his head to the side, but you could see the tips of his ears turning red.
“I don’t know much when it comes to this stuff. But I know I would like to go out again… if that’s okay with you of course.”
You gaped at the boy in front of you “I- um we…” you took a deep breath to centre yourself and smiled “Yes I would like to go out with you again Ushijima.”
Your relationship progressed quite fast after that. More dates, hanging out with him and Tendou in their dorm.
You were there for everything, cheering him on during games, you were the first person he would seek out when he won, you comforted him after a loss.
Your relationship lasted through high school and even university. It wasn’t long before you two ended up moving in together.
When Wakatoshi found his place with the Schweiden Adlers you were ecstatic. You had also just landed a great job and it felt like your two were simply cruising through life with ease.
Unfortunately your seemingly perfect life would never last forever.
Being in the v-league, volleyball seemed to fill his schedule more now than ever. Constant practice, games outside of the city even in other countries sometimes.
You hardly saw Ushijima anymore despite living with him. Even when you did, he was tired or just about to leave for practice.
It felt like you were pushed back into the sidelines. Watching hopelessly as he rose higher and higher, to places where you could not reach. It was no longer comfortable, you could no longer look in awe, but in despair as you watch him slip from the already loose grasp you had on him.
You couldn’t even remember the last time you went on a date. Every time you mentioned doing something in his free time he had brushed you off.
Which led you to now.
You woke up to an empty bed yet again. It was your day off so you weren’t rushing to get out of bed.
Yet you felt off.
The dryness in your mouth and throat is what you felt first. Then how runny your nose was. Finally, the cold sweat you were experiencing.
You were definitely sick.
You groaned to yourself and pulled the blanket to your chin. Hoping that you could possibly sleep it off.
Yet your efforts were in vain. After what felt like hours of trying to fall back asleep you realized that you were just going to feel even more miserable without anything to eat or at least drink.
You pushed yourself up onto your elbows and immediately regretted it. The world spun around you and your entire body shook. You collapsed back onto your pillow and panted at the exertion it took.
As you caught your breath you turned your head towards your bedside table, where your phone sat charging.
Weakly, you lifted your arm and with a bit of effort you were able to grab your phone. As it turned on you winced at how bright the screen was and with bleary eyes you managed to open your contacts.
The words seemed to blend together as you searched through your contacts, you nearly sobbed in relief as your eyes finally focused on the name of your best friend.
You clicked the call button and dropped you hand to beside your ear, preparing for the way your throat would undoubtedly hurt as you spoke.
After a couple rings you heard the person on the other side pick up and you quickly began speaking, desperate to get them to come quickly so that you could hopefully feel better.
“Hey, I’m sorry if you’re busy but do you think you can bring me some drinks and maybe food? i’m not feeling the best and I don’t know if I can get up at all.”
The person on the other end of the phone began talking but you could barely decipher it as your head spun and your body shivered despite how warm you were.
“-/n….y/n?”
You froze at the deep voice on the other side of the phone. You pulled away an looked at the screen, nearly breaking down at the sight of Wakatoshi’s name instead of your friends. Quickly you put it back against your ear
“Ah I’m sorry Toshi. I meant to call a friend you’re probably busy you don’t have to come back home.” you said quickly, actually sitting up as you rambled nervously, reprimanding yourself for interrupting his practice.
You had called and texted him during practice before. At one point he was fine with it, responding during breaks or calling you back once practice had finished. But lately you had been greeted with one worded responses, or you were just ignored.
One time you even tried to pry once he got home from practice, asking him about his odd lack of response. That day, he had turned to glare at you.
“I’m busy y/n. I don’t have time for things like that.”
“You’re sick?” your thoughts were interrupted by his voice again. He used a tone much gentler than the one he had used that day.
“A little bit, nothing to worry about I can just call-“ you cut yourself off with a harsh cough, unable to hold back the whimper as your throat throbbed in protest.
“I’m coming home.”
Whether from his words or the fever you couldn’t tell, but a chill ran down your spine
“N-no toshi you don’t have to I’ll be fine don’t leave practice just because of me”
“I’ll stop by the store for some ingredients don’t get out of bed.”
And with that the call ended. Slowly, you took the phone away from your ear and looked at it in shock. He was leaving practice early. Something you weren’t aware he was willing to ever do.
At least not recently.
Only when the shock settled, did you realize just how much your body was protesting you sitting up. So, despite your better judgment, you lied back down, waiting in nervous anticipation for him to come home.
What might have been half an hour felt like forever as you laid in bed. Shivering underneath the comforter despite sweating profusely, rubbing your nose raw from having to blow it constantly, all whilst it felt like you were spinning.
In your haze you didn’t even hear the front door or you bedroom door open. How could you when your body demanded all the attention you had?
Wakatoshi stood frozen in the doorway, a plastic bag hanging off his arm, silent as he took in the state you were in.
How hadn’t he noticed before he left? you couldn’t have possibly entered this state within the couple of hours he was gone.
He felt a tug of unease pull at his heart and willed himself to walk up to you.
“y/n,” he called softly. sitting on your side of the bed.
You flinched at the sound of his voice not knowing he was in the room. Slowly, you opened your eyes and winced at the light in the room.
“Toshi,” you croaked pathetically.
His face softened and he brushed your damp hair away from your face, frowning when he felt how warm your forehead was.
“Hey,” he greeted, he lifted a hand and that’s when you saw a thermometer from the medicine cabinet in his hand “can you open your mouth please?“
Weakly, you did as he asked, and as it sat in your mouth, he quickly walked towards the master bathroom. Mumbling something about a towel.
You didn’t hear him however as you turned your head back towards the ceiling and already felt your eyes drooping again.
You only came to when you felt something cool against your forehead, you opened your eyes to see Toshi looking down at you with furrowed eyebrows. The thermometer beeped and when he looked at the reading the crease deepened.
Toshi disappeared for a moment again, making his presence known when he began to take the comforter off of you.
You whined as he did so, shivering even harder as air hit your body. You even sat up to try and grab it back.
“‘s cold toshi,” you slurred.
He was quick to place a thinner sheet on top of you “I know dear, but we have to get your body temperature down.”
As you pulled the blanket closer Wakatoshi opened the bag he brought with him. You heard the rattle of a pill container and then the crack of a bottle being opened. Wakatoshi turned to you and held out some medicine and water.
You reached out a shaky hand to take the medicine, placing the pill in your mouth. Wakatoshi helped you hold the bottle, noting how weak your arms were.
You sighed in temporary relief when you finished drinking, glad that your mouth felt less dry.
Wakatoshi allowed a small relieved smile to cross his face and he quickly helped you lay back down.
“I’ll make you some food, stay here.”
Once he was sure you were comfortable he made his way to the kitchen quickly getting his ingredients ready.
It was only when he was midway through washing some rice when he took a moment to pause.
When was the last time he had cooked for you?
Wakatoshi continued his task albeit feeling guilty thinking about how you’ve been the one cooking and eating dinner alone for some time now. It used to be a shared responsibility. Now he usually came home late so you would put a plate aside for him or he would go out to eat with the team.
He was still deep in though as he pushed the bedroom door open with his back, a tray consisting of a bowl of rice porridge and a cup of tea left a trail small trail of steam as he walked.
You were asleep but woke easily at the sound of his footsteps. It took a moment for your eyes to focus on him.
He gestured with the tray, “Do you think you can eat?”
You looked at the food, perfectly plated and garnished, your mouth watering slightly at the savoury smell.
“I think so. At least a little bit.”
He helped you sit up, and when he saw the weakness still in your arms he fed you himself.
You hummed contently at the first bite of food. You had missed this more than you thought you did.
After about half the bowl was done and your tea finished, you signalled that you stomached as much as your body would allow. Now with your body temperature having gone down and your stomach full you could feel yourself becoming less and less loopy. You watched quietly as he put the tray on the bedside table. When he was finished with that, he sat still on the bed and stared at the wall.
You looked at his face, despite it deceptively lacking emotion, you knew better than anyone else that something was bothering him.
However before you could ask he began to speak
“Why wasn’t I the first person you contacted when you realized that you were sick?”
You froze, looking down in your lap fiddling wIth a loose thread in the blanket.
“…Well…you’ve been busy as of late….I didn’t think it was important enough to take you out of practice. Someone less busy would have probably been willing to come.”
He slowly turned to face you. “You didn’t think that your wellbeing was important enough?”
You shrugged, “Well volleyball is always going to be your biggest priority. I’m just sick it’ll pass.”
Obvious distress crossed Ushijima’s face “y/n, you are my main priority.”
You paused. Perhaps it was time to tell him how you were really feeling instead of dancing around the subject.
“…It hasn’t felt that way lately.” you say hesitantly, your voice small.
Wakatoshi faltered. You kept looking down, almost scared to look him in the eye.
“I was content with that at first, your love of volleyball is admirable, it’s was drew me to you at first. But it always made you seem unattainable. When you asked me on that date all those years ago I was over the moon,” you paused to clear your throat huffing in annoyance as your sickness interrupted you.
“But I can only endure so much Toshi. Nowadays it feels like your going where I can’t reach. You’re always busy, which is understandable for a professional athlete… I just wish it wasn’t to the point where I’m worried about your reaction if I were to try to talk to you.”
There was a shift in the mattress. Then familiar arms that you had been longing for wrapped tightly around you.
“Toshi you’re gonna get sick.”
“It’s fine,”
“but-“
“I’m sorry y/n.”
you stiffened but stayed quiet to let him speak.
“You’ve done so much for me without complaint and I have done so little in return. i’m sorry for letting it get to this point. It took you getting this sick for me to realize.”
A stormy look crossed his face, “I… I’ve been struggling to balance work and home, in return I’ve been neglecting you and letting how tired I am influence my reactions. you don’t deserve that. you are my first priority y/n, I don’t know what I would do without you.”
You sniffled and wiped a tear that fell from your face. You didn’t even know you were crying. For a man usually so quiet and stoic, he always knew what to say to you when he needed to. It was always so endearing to you.
“If I had known you were going to take it this well I would’ve said something earlier,” you say softly.
He smiles sadly, “I haven’t been making it seem that way hmm?”
You shake you’re head but smile back, “no”
He sighs to himself but places a gentle kiss against your forehead much like how he did all those years ago. Your eyes flutter shut and you make let out a pleased sigh. You were much more comfortable than you were when you first woke up.
“We’ll talk more once you get better. I promise,” He eventually says. holding you a bit closer to him.
You nodded and snuggled closer to his chest. While it wasn’t an immediate fix, it was a start.
“Sounds good to me Toshi.”
He smiled down at you “Sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.”
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taking photos with him at a photobooth <3 normally he wears a scowl/poker face, but for you he'll pull funny faces 🤭 maybe he'll even sneak a kiss on your cheek, just to see your cute, flustered face ><
tsukki ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ (not projecting, but with all due respect i love him), suna, ushijima, aone, kageyama, hoshiumi, kyoutani <3
[a/n: i finally posted something LOL i've been wanting to get back into writing after a hiatus !! plus valentines' day is coming 𖦹 ´ ᯅ ` 𖦹 don't have a date so i'm stuck with anime boys heheheheh]
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Team Bokuto!
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USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI X READER
the little things he and you do for each other
whenever you have a hard time reaching for something. . . your gentle lover, ushijima, would immediately be the first one to help you. with his stature, he definitely wouldn't have a hard time assisting you.
"oh, thank you, toshi."
"hm."
you chuckled at his reponse. it was his saying of 'no problem' or 'you're welcome'. you are endeared as you sometimes don't know how to differentiate his hums, but it's fine as long as your partner is being him. you patted his head for another indirect and silent thank you.
the man is so much in love with you and looked up at you with stars in his olive green eyes.
whenever you want to get something that fell from the ground. . . ushijima is the first one to cover the sharp edges of the table or set a hand on your head so that you won't bump into anything.
you always notice this and turn your head to look at him properly. you smile, cupping his cheek. "thank you, as always, toshi."
"hm."
yes, he may be dense in some degree, but he's one of the most considerate people ever.
and the fact that he does not hesitate to do the same little things he does for you to other people makes you fall in love with him even more.
when you two were at the park, you were hanging on one of the seesaw's seats. of course, as playful as they are when they are young, children tend to do things that aren't comprehendible to most people.
one kid decided to crawl under your seat. you were enjoying the seesaw too much to even notice the child. so when your legs were about to touch the ground, your lover put a hand on your seat. "hey there, toshi, what's up—?" you turned to him questioningly, only to follow his impassive gaze that was blinking at the kid who was almost squashed by you.
immediately, you gasped, "oh no! i'm so sorry! are you hurt?" ushijima gently helped the kid get out of their position and even held your hands so that you can get out of the seesaw carefully. "thank you," you hurriedly thanked him and knelt in front of the dumbfounded child. "are you okay? did i hit you or anything?"
thank goodness this child was so nice and precious. they grinned and pointed at ushijima. "i'm alright! thanks to this big brother over here, i wasn't hurt at all!" they assured, grinning at you.
you sighed in relief and grasped your boyfriend's hand. "that's great to hear. thank you, toshi."
he squeezed your hand back, eyes softening at you.
"hm."
ushijima doesn't know why you're always thanking him, because he knows that what he is doing is something that is considered very normal to him.
tying your shoelaces, pulling the chair for you when you two go eat together, carrying you to your bedroom when you're asleep, holding your hand in crowded places to make sure you won't get separated and more. he does all of these because he simply wants to and because he loves you so much, just as much as you do.
these are such simple and normal things to do, so why are you thanking him so much?
and he is supposed to be the one thanking you.
whenever he says that he has practice for volleyball, you don't even hesitate to prepare his things for him. his practice clothes, his kneepads, energy drinks, water and healthy food. you even add some sticky notes on his lunch box that have the words like "do your best!", "i'm always cheering you on!", "i'm so proud of you!", or something like that.
the fact that you support his passion and you don't even restrict him for it just motivates him to treat you the best he can.
not only that, but whenever he is at home, even though he tries his best and insists that he wants to help you with the household work, you always shake your head and stroke his cheek, almost lulling him into a sleep.
"don't worry, toshi. this much is something i can handle. just rest."
and no, you never win because the man you are with is extremely responsible and attentive that he will never leave you alone in doing things that require his possible assistance.
even in work related things, he tries to help even if he doesn't understand a single thing. you smile and look up from your laptop to press a kiss on his forehead.
"i'm fine, toshi. though i admit that this is a little overwhelming, i know i'll be fine with you here. thank you always for offering help."
just like you, he is just as grateful to have you by his side and wouldn't trade anything else for you.
"(y/n)."
"hm? yes?"
ushijima stared at you before giving you one of his rarest smiles.
"thank you for being here, i love you. always."
you were astonished at the declaration, but you didn't hesitate to return the gesture. you beamed, meeting his loving gaze with an equally affectionate one.
"thank you, too, toshi. i love you, forever."
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i wanted fluff and decided that our big waka waka would be the best fit. this is only a scenario tho and im just basing this off a little on his canon character. hope u guys don't mind and i really hope you guys enjoyed this!
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ushijima love letters au
masterlist | suna love letters au
you laughed as you read the crinkled letter with messy writing, in your hands,, how long had it been? eight or nine years? time had gone by so quickly,,,
you distinctly remember the first time you ever received ushijima’s cute little notes.
you had come back from the chemistry lab,, and found a piece of paper on your desk saying “i hope you had breakfast.”
assuming that it was a silly prank, you just tossed the little note alongside some papers in the depths of your school bag,,,
till you received another one the next day,, saying “morning runs are healthy. so maybe go on one sometime?”
and you were like (─.─||) is this person trying to say that I've put on weight??!!! DO THEY KNOW IM HUMAN AND ITS NORMAL TO PUT ON WEIGHT
you threw the note in your bag again
and then, the same happened the next day
except this note said,,, “sorry about the last chit. my friend told me I sounded rude. how was your day?”
you were like ??? can this person not make their mind up??? hello??
and so you kept on receiving them,, they ranged from “hope you did your math homework” to “carry a spare water bottle” to “stay safe when going back home”
and you got so used to receiving these notes that your day sort of felt incomplete without them,,, and you thought that you wanted to find the culprit behind them
and so,, you hid behind your class door,, to check who would come in to leave the little notes on your desk,,,
someone did come into class and it was not the person you expected. it was tendou. you figured you should confront him, it was now or never.
“so you're the one that's been sending me chits?!” you ask, and tendou jumps, not expecting you to be there.
“uhh–” he trails off, scratching the back of his head.
“sorry, I don't mean to put you in an awkward spot but I wanted to thank you for–”
“it’s not me, I'm only the messenger,” tendou interrupts. “he’s going to kill me if I tell you this–but it's ushijima,” tendou explains. “he likes you but he doesn't know how to say it so I suggested this way would be more better.”
and you were like (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻
“yOU MEAN USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI THE VOLLEYBALL TEAM CAPTAIN AND ACE LIKES ME????”
“sheesh no need to yell,” tendou retorted,,
“sorry, force of habit,” you smile sheepishly. “is there any chance you could get me to talk to ushijima?”
“as long as you don't reject him too harshly–then yes.”
tendou leads you to the captain who is practicing his spikes in the gym.
ushijima stares blankly when he sees you entering, despite his heart going fifty miles per hour. why were you here? you never visited the gymnasium.
he had in fact first seen you in his math class when you sat near the window and he was sitting behind you, watching you draw doodles on your textbook. eventually, it became a routine, where he'd chuckle at your little drawings of your math teacher.
he started looking for you during lunch hour, just having your presence around was enough for him. he never found it within himself to have the courage to talk to you. you were so nice, so kind and so out of his league.
it wasn't until tendou suggested this little idea that ushijima thought he might finally get to interact with you.
“hi, ushijima can I talk to you?” you ask, shyly and tendou nudges ushijima towards you, who manages to stutter out “yes you may,” following you outside.
“i saw tendou leaving the small chit on my desk,” you confess, and while ushijima has never been hit by a volleyball on the face, he sure feels like it would hurt less.
“i–i don't mean to embarrass you or anything!” you clear out, witnessing his spiral. “i wanted to say thank you, the notes were really sweet. And I was actually wondering if you'd like to go out on a date.”
youve never seen such a stoic man get red so fast. “i’d like that a lot yes.”
and while it's been years since school ended and you two have been together forever, he still leaves you the cutest notes.
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Ushijima showing up to practice with scratch marks on his back. Oneshot please
Ship: Wakatoshi Ushijima x gn!reader (you/your)
Warnings: Time skip shit, suggestive
Author's note: Set during the timeskip and he’s with the Schweiden Adlers.
Ushijima’s Scratch Marks
The locker room… where shit goes down
Secrets come out and everyone knows when someone got it good the night before
Ushijima and you had dated for a year and finally decided to take your relationship to the next level
He was good, like really good
Hence the long fading scratch marks starting between his shoulders and down to his lower back
Every thrust and moan was top tier
He focused on you and made sure you were okay blah blah blah
You apologized for the marks but he didn’t mind
Besides, it’s not like the other guys haven’t come in with them before
Everyone stares a little when someone comes in with evidence of sex. Hickeys, scratch marks, etc.
Sometimes they poke fun at them too
But when Ushijima slid his shirt off to change in the locker room, he was the center of attention
All chatter in the locker room ceased
Hoshiumi couldn’t believe his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it at a loss for words.
Kageyama and Heiwajima’s mouths fell open
Hirugami and Romero shared a mischievous glance between one another
“Looks like someone had a good time last night.” Romero finally said.
Ushijima paused and slowly turned to look at him with a confused look in his face
Hirugami gestured at the scratches on his broad back
“Oh, yes. It was very enjoyable.”
The majority of them burst out laughing save for Kageyama and Hoshiumi
They couldn’t see him as the type to have a one night stand. Did he have a secret partner? Or did he break out and take someone to a hotel?
“So. Who’s the lucky one who left their mark on you?” Romero wiped away his tears.
“My partner, (Name).”
It earned him a collective “huh” from the team
“You have a partner and didn’t think to tell us!?” Hoshiumi gasped
He was bombarded with questions and answered them vaguely
A sense of pride rushed through Ushijima.
Both of you had traces of each other on your bodies.
Little reminders that you both belonged to each other
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Wine and Movie Pt 1 - Ushijima Wakatoshi
Au: Regular (timeskip)
Tags/Warnings: GN! Reader, swearing? I can’t remember
Word Count: 2.9k
Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3
Yawning, you slugged into the gym a few minutes later than planned, and dropped yourself onto the bench next to the coach. Suzaku brushed his goatee, taking his eyes off the gym floor to give you a curious look from the corner of his eye.
“Bad date?” he asked.
“Yep.”
“I’m sorry, Kid. That sucks. You were looking forward to it.”
“Yep.”
He waited, lips pinched together until he couldn’t wait any longer. “What happened?”
“Ugh!” You sunk into the bench, back hunching until you fully curled over your lap. “He was just. So much? Too little? Everything and nothing at all?”
“How… descriptive.”
You groaned again, lifting your head to see the team walk in together with their training gear on and made their way to one of the trainers who was waiting in the centre of the gym to lead their warm-ups. You lowered your voice as they made a large circle, and some of the towering players settled into their spots a couple of steps in front of you.
“Okay, first, we agreed to see a movie. And I thought, ‘sounds good. I love movies; it’ll give us something to discuss afterwards.’ I got to choose the film and, of course, I went with that murder movie, right? He slept through it! And when I asked what he thought, he said ‘it’s no DC cinematic classic.’ So I already wanted to leave, but at that point, we had already gotten to dinner.” You breathed, trying to whisper as you noticed the players glancing over their shoulders to get an ear on what you were saying. “He spent the whole time whining about his ex, who for the record, sounded lovely, and how she didn’t take care of him enough. Honestly, that woman was a saint for putting up with him for more than five hours. He didn’t even listen to a word I said. Gosh, why do I even bother dating men? Do you have a daughter, Coach Suzaku?”
“I do, but she’s got some anger issues and spends most of her time whining. She’s also four, so, ya know.”
You huffed a laugh, earning a pat on the back from the man. “I should just get off dating apps. It‘s done nothing but cause me headaches.”
“I think you need to meet someone the old-fashioned way. You know, I met my wife in college. There was a campus party, and I threw up in the toilet while she was crying in the bathtub.”
You gave him a horrified look. “And she went for that?”
“After laughing at me, ya.”
You chuckled, imagining Suzaku with his arms wrapped around a toilet bowl and acidic chucks falling from his nose, being laughed at by a woman with messy hair and tear-stained cheeks that was curled up in the nearby tub. “She sounds wonderful.”
“Oh, she is. But my point still stands. You need to connect with someone naturally instead of searching for it.”
“I’ll give it a shot.”
“Just don’t drink too much.”
“Haha, I’ll stick with wine.”
You both turned back to the team.
“Hey, Toshi, face the team. There’s nothing important going on over here.”
Ushijima, who had twisted his spine around while stretching, had his sharp eyes zeroed in on you and the coach and missed the call for him to turn onto the next stretch. His eyes darted back to the team, and he eagerly switched his position to keep up with the rest.
You chuckled. “That’s unusual.”
“It is. But not surprising. He’ll get lost in thought if he gets distracted.”
“Him? Distracted from volleyball?” Ushijima was one of the youngest on the team, having been recruited right before graduating high school, but managed to outrun everyone in terms of focus. Everyone on the team was a volleyball geek. The V league seemed only to recruit those who would dedicate their lives to the sport. But even with the stiff competition, Ushijima had struck you as someone who relied on the sport like a lifeline, not the other way around. He relied on volleyball. Volleyball didn’t rely on him. Any deviation was a distraction from his life path.
“Hard to believe, isn’t it? Can’t be a bad thing, though. He’ll wear himself thin if he spends all his free time practising. Which reminds me, I’m going to have to confiscate the gym key from the youngsters.”
You saw that we pinched his eyes toward Kageyama and Hoshiyumi, who were next to Ushijima’s right.
“Like that will stop them from booking time at a local gym.”
Suzaku kissed his teeth. “You’re right…. It’s better to have them here. Here, where you can watch them.” he slapped your shoulder.
“Seriously? Look. I may like my job, but hanging out in a sweat-filled gym is not my idea of a good time.”
“Better than going on another bad date, though. Right?”
“I guess.”
“Good.” He grinned, looking back at the team. “Toshi! Pay attention.”
Sighing, you watched the three as they spent their time off doing exactly what they’d do if it were their time on. Hoshiumi would throw the ball into the air, Kageyama would toss it, and then Hoshiumi would spike it past Ushijima if he managed, and then they rotated.
“You know, we all have to go to dinner in an hour, right? You should all shower and get dressed.”
Kageyama and Hoshiyumi were vocal in their desire to keep playing, glaring your way as they harrumphed. Ushijima, both as you expected and, to your shock, turned to you with his usual stoic expression and nodded before walking to the showers.
“Did he just?” You looked toward the other two, who mirrored your expression. “Nevermind. Just follow him, you stink, and it's an industry dinner.”
Being the one with the driver's licence and a car, it was you that got to drive the damp-haired men to the venue. Making it just in time, you ushered the three to your teams tables and got them in their seats before the MC of the night began talking. It was a rush, and after getting Kageyama and Hoshiumi onto one table and Ushijima to the other, there wasn’t enough time to run to the back of the room where the rest of the staff was.
“Welcome, everyone!” the MC started, as you placed a crumpled handkerchief onto Ushijima’s lap. “We are in for a long night, filled with interviews, conversations and food. Staff will be coming around with your orders of food and drink, we ask that you please stay seated until the end of recording and eating. Let’s get this show on the road.”
“Ah shit,” you cursed. The cameras were rolling, and you’d have to run across them or crawl and risk disrupting the event either way. You ducked as the hanging camera swung overhead.
“Sit here,” Ushijima said in his usual low tone, while pulling out the chair next to him.
“I can’t do that! I’m not a player, people will notice!”
“Not enough people will care.”
“If you saw a stranger sitting with your team, wouldn’t you be a little curious or concerned?”
He didn't answer, looking off for a moment before meeting your eyes. “Sit.”
“Ushijima, you’re as stubborn as a boulder.” You slowly rose to your feet, still hunching as to not get higher than everyone’s heads. “I shouldn’t sit here.”
Taking your hand, gently, by the tips of your fingers, he pulled you down onto the plush chair just as you landed the camera swung back over your head. “Sit.”
“You’re like a toddler.”
“Not a boulder?”
“You can be both.”
“I like the boulder.”
“Fine. A boulder.”
As much as you enjoyed the world of volleyball, you found yourself zoned out as the MC called various coaches and players to the stand. Sadly, you couldn’t converse too much or move anywhere; you were glued to your chair until the first commercial break came. But, just as you were about to sneak away—
“Excuse me, I don’t have your order. Are you in the wrong seat?” A waitress had arrived, dawning a completely black outfit that made her blend into the background.
“I am, I was just about to move to my seat.”
“No, no. I’ll bring your food here, we want everyone to stay where they are until the end. What was your name? I need it so I can find your order.”
You hunched back into the chair, mumbling your name out while fiddling with the table cloth.
“And what would you like to drink?”
“...Red wine?”
“Excellent, I’ll be right back.”
“Great.”
There were a few moments of chatter before Ushijima turned his chair towards you.
“What school did you go to?” He asked.
“Which one? High school or university?”
He paused again, thinking. “Both.”
“Wakutani, then 2 years of Miyagi U.”
“What did you study?”
“Sports science, but I did it really quickly.”
“Hmm.”
Nodding, you waited for a moment before putting out your own question.
“Why are you talking to me? You don’t seem like the type to… idly chat.”
He shrugged with one shoulder. “You seem interesting.”
“Oh.” You blinked at him, fighting down a blush, “I can’t say I’ve been told that before.”
He nodded, “You are interesting. I wanted to talk to you.”
“Thank you,” you choked, trying to find something other than being flustered to focus on.
“You went to Shiratorizawa right? Did you do anything besides volleyball?”
“No… Not unless my teammates took me somewhere. Tendou liked to get dessert.”
You had no idea who Tendou was, but you nodded along hoping something else would come to mind before you got to stuff your faces with food.
“Do you like desserts?”
“No.”
“Oh.”
“I like hayashi rice,” he offered. “It’s not a dessert though. I have to keep myself healthy.”
“It’s okay to treat yourself now and then, but if you prefer healthy foods anyways, then it’s no big deal.”
“Do you like deserts?”
“Umm, sometimes? I like salty things more I think. I always get popcorn when I go to the movies, chips are too loud.”
“Hmm. You like mysteries right?”
The waitress came back, placing your place of food on the table cloth. You smiled at her quickly before turning back to Ushijima.
“I do. Were you listening to me and Coach talk?”
He paused again, “Maybe.”
You laughed, trying to keep your voice down as the MC returned to the stage. “You’re a little stalker.”
“I’m not little.” He huffed.
“I know, that makes it even funnier.” You took a sip of wine. “Do you have a favourite genre of movie?”
“Hmm. Philosophical?”
“Really? I thought you would’ve said sports.”
“I like those too.”
“Figures. Are there any volleyball ones you like?”
“No. They’re all bad. They don't portray volleyball correctly.”
“Ah, so you watch sports you don’t know anything about because you can’t criticize the specifics but can relate to the characters as athletes.”
Ushijima took a breath before nodding. “Ya. Is there a reason why you like mysteries?”
“I like that they make me think. Make me try to solve a puzzle with the same clues the characters have. Really good ones give you the clues without making them too obvious. There’s a balance.”
“Hmm, would you want to see a movie together sometime? Your pick. Maybe have some wine with it?”
“Trying to ask me out already after having one conversation that doesn’t pertain to your physical health.”
“Um.. Sure?” he didn’t seem sure.
You chuckled, shaking your head and hand, dismissing it, before looking at him with a calm smile. “So, wine and a movie?”
Again he paused, then nodded. “Wine and a movie.”
“He’s like… 25? And asked me out for wine and a movie like he's a 40 year old woman.”
Sara, who sat, draped, across your couch gave you a side eyed look. “You love those things.”
“Yes, I do. But it doesn’t mean I can’t be surprised… and a little bit confused.”
“Well, maybe he likes you.”
“He likes volleyball.”
“And paid enough attention to something outside of volleyball to be able to remember something.”
You stopped your pacing, blinking. “Oh shit, you might be right.”
“Oh look at that, I’m right. Once again!”
“I said might be.” You glared over the armrest.
Sara shrugged. “Same difference. So when is this happening.”
“After practice on Monday… He usually stays behind to do extra drills.”
“Oho, you really got him out of his comfort zone.”
You groaned, dropping onto the couch by Sara’s feet, which she immediately placed in your lap. “Why did I agree to this? How did I end up agreeing to this?”
“Hey, it’s not a bad thing. He took note of some of your interests, there’s nothing wrong with appreciating the gesture.”
“The bare minimum really.”
“It’s more than most men can say they do.”
Sighing, you stared at your ceiling, hoping to find a clear thought among the white void. Nothing came and you were left with hearing your heart thumping in your ears.
Ushijima’s home, despite being in a luxury apartment not too far from the training grounds, was like walking into a traditional temple. Somehow, he managed to collect and cater his home to a certain design choice through decorations alone.
You stared at some of the photos in his living room wall. There was a lack of family pictures, maybe one or two, but the majority was made up of candid shots of his mid-air, left arm pulled back as he prepped for a spike, or blurry photos that he definitely didn’t take himself.
“That’s Tendou,” Ushijima said, using the rim of a wine glass to point at the red mass in the corner of one of the photos. “He moves too quickly. Every picture he takes is bad.”
You laughed. “Bad or not, you still hang them up.”
“He did it without my permission.”
Raising a brow, you tilted your head his way. “And yet, you haven’t taken them down.”
Ushijima looked away, heading toward the mats and table that were low to the ground. Any other person would have thought he ignored you, but even a short conversation was enough to let you know that he hadn’t.
“They’re bad photos, but I like them.” He poured the red wine into two glasses, and poured out the chips he had hidden beneath one arm into a bowl. “Hmm, You don’t have to worry about the chips making noise, subtitles are on.”
You smiled. “How considerate. Or are you worried that you won't be able to hear the movie?”
Ushijima just hummed, and sat down on one of the pillows, leaving an invisible invitation on the matching one for you to sit on.
It was your choice of movie, but you had decided on something that hopefully combined both of your interests.
Soul from Pixar.
Combine both of your interests… as little as possible.
Though, to be fair, the movie did have a philosophical side to it, and was about passion, just in music instead of sports. It didn’t have any mystery, which was fine… There’s no reason you had to have your favourite genre included, you had chips and wine.
Not that Ushijima went for the chips at all. More for you. A trade off.
It was odd though. Despite Sara’s claims, it didn’t feel like a date. You both sat on opposite ends of a square table, too far away to think about cuddling up even if there wasn’t a table in your way, sitting silently (as much as the chips would allow) as the movie passed. However, at the odd times you’d glance at Ushijima, you’d see a man, fully wrapped up in the story unfolding in front of him with the lights reflecting in his eyes. Focused, thinking, and certainly not asleep or whining about his ex.
The bag of chips and bowl were completely empty by the time the film ended. Had it not been a monday, the wine would have been too.
As the credits rolled you took your last sip of wine for the night, dipping your head back as the last drop rolled onto your tongue.
“I liked it,” Ushijima said. “I wish I could have seen where 22 went though.”
“Hmm,” you thought aloud, “I think that may be part of the point though. What would have seeing where 22 went served? They found a passion for life, that was the end of their story. At least, the end for this part of it.”
“Ya… It just felt incomplete in a way.”
“Why do you say that?”
Ushijima turned on his pillow, sitting with a straight spine as he faced your slouched posture. You gulped and straighten up.
“There’s so much time that’ll follow that point of the story.”
“Hmm, ya. Well, what do you want to see 22 do?”
“Music? Food maybe.”
You grinned, “I like that idea too. I think food works really well. Maybe a social worker in some way. 22 fell in love with being a person, I feel like it makes sense if they want to help people in some way.”
Ushijima nodded. “Do you want to watch another movie?”
You blinked, glancing at the clock on the wall before thinking it over with a smile, calm as can be. “You know what, sure. You choose this one.”
I don’t know if I should write a second part to this or not… - Bacon
Posted: 26/02/2023
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'I wonder when those boys will stop practicing?' I thought to myself as I walked up to the main gym.
My hands held a box filled with water bottles and light snacks to hold off the boys until they got home. It was currently 9 pm and the sun was long gone.
I was still at school studying for my midterm when I realized how late it had gotten and called it a night. On my way out I heard that the boys were still up and practicing with the assistant coach.
As I made my way through the double doors, the loud sounds of yelling and the floors squeaking halted.
"Y/N!!" The group of boys jogged over to me, smiles decorating their faces. Tendou grabbed the box out of my hands and set it gently on the floor before hugging me.
I cringed back and my hands on his chest in an attempt to push him off of me.
"Tendou you're sweaty get off of me!!" He giggled loudly before swinging me around aggressively.
"That's enough Tendou. She must be tired right now." I was set down immediately and I tried wiping myself off, cringing when I felt the dampness of my shirt.
"I'm sorry about that Y/N... I have a spare shirt you could borrow if you'd like." I looked up at Ushijima who had a slight frown on his face. He handed me his folded-up shirt and bowed slightly.
"Thank you for being so caring Y/N. My team and I greatly appreciate it" The boys nodded in agreement before they all sat down around the box and started eating their snacks.
I gave them a small smile and thanked Ushijima before making my way to the locker room. I peeled the damp shirt off of me and threw it on the ground scrunching my nose at the smell coming off of my body before letting out a sigh.
Looking over at the showers, I contemplated if I should get washed or not. After a few moments and after I hesitated a bit I decided it was best to at least rinse off Before putting on new clothes.
I stripped myself out of the rest of my clothes before entering the shower stalls and turning on the hot water. I let it burn my skin a bit before switching the cold on.
Letting out a soft sigh I turned around and so the water could hit my back. I didn't bring any soap or anything so a quick rinse should be fine.
After about 5 minutes I turned off the water and stood there letting the cold air nip at my skin.
Making sure I was at least partially dried off I opened the door before I completely froze. Looking directly at me was Ushijima. His face was red and he tried to keep his eyes on my face but failed miserably.
I closed the door hard and turned back on the water while hiding my face in my hands and leaning my head against the wall.
"I'm so sorry Ushijima!! I didn't know you were there... so if you would just give me a moment to get dressed I can apologize for more form-"
The door was tugged open harshly and I flinched back. My hands shot up to cover myself the best I could, but I was completely exposed to the tall man.
My face was beet red and I pressed myself up against the wall behind me. The water fell right in front of me and Ushijima stood there breathing a little harshly through his nose.
His eyes scanned me again before he pushed himself through the door and shut it behind him.
I watched as his hands swiftly pulled his shirt over his head as he approached me.
He towered over me looking down at my shrunk-back form while I averted my gaze towards the floor too embarrassed to look at him.
"Y/N" his voice was low but stern. I looked back up at him and met his gaze. His eyes followed my body as I rocked to the side slightly.
"Ushijima this is a bit inappropriate-" Before I could finish my statement he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into a lustful kiss.
His hand gripped the underneath of my hair and pressed me into his body. My hands shot up to his chest for balance and he wrapped his other arm around my waist.
Breaking the kiss he stared down at me before dipping his hand down between my legs and stroking my heat teasingly.
Sliding his fingers through my folds he circled my clit softly. Moaning I grinded against his hand while he pulled my hair back forcing me to look at him.
"I'm sorry but we don't have time and I need to fuck you Y/n. Please tell me I can" I felt him press down on my clit before moving his fingers down and sliding them in me slowly.
Arching against him I gasped as he moved his fingers in me softly. My whines echoed around the shower stall as he teased my pussy, not touching me nearly as much as I needed him to.
Pulling his fingers out he tightened the grip on my hair. "Answer me or im not touching you ever again Y/n."
His breath was heavy as he stared down at me impatiently. Looking up at him through hooded eyes I felt my pussy tighten around nothing. My body was on fire and all I can think about is how much I want him to fucking touch me already.
"Please Ushijima I want to cum so fucking bad" Panting, I whined and pressed myself closer to his chest. His gaze darkened before he released his grip on my my hair.
Lifting me up he pressed my back to the shower stall and my legs shot up around his waist. His lips connected with mine harshly as I threw my arms around his neck.
His dick pressed against the soft skin of my ass and He groaned into my mouth. Pulling away from this kiss he let his eyes scan my body while humming in approval.
My body stiffened when I felt the tip of his dick run along my entrance.
"Im sorry about the lack of care princess but the boys will be done practicing soon and I need you now"
Pushing into me his dick stretched me painfully slow and I squirmed against him. Furrowing his eyebrows he groaned as he slid out before pressing himself into me again.
"I-it hurts" tears rolled down my face as his dick stretched me out completely over and over again between his thrusts.
After he pumped me a few more times pleasure erupted through my entire body causing me to choke on my moans.
"You can take it now right princess?" meeting his gaze I was saw him clenching and unclenching his jaw. He looked at me impatiently as he gripped my hips tighter.
"Mmm okay" I barley choked out those words before he began thrusting into me more violently then before. Crying out I arched against the wall as he fucked into me before I heard the locker room doors open.
I bit my lip trying to be quiet as I tightened up around him in fear. I heard him let out a shaky breath before pulling out of my completely. He placed me back down on the ground and turned my around quickly before pushing me forward causing me to catch myself of the wall.
"Nice practice today guys let's wrap it up and go home!" The sound of other showers turning on besides us made my face heat up in embarrassment.
"Ushi-AMPH" my whisper became a muffled moan as he entered me again snapping himself into me at an inhuman speed while throwing his hand over my mouth silencing any noises threatening to leave me.
My walls clamped down around him as the sound of his teammates laughing mixed with the wet noises my pussy made while he fucked me.
The showers turned off around us and the shuffling of their feet made it obvious everyone was leaving the Locker room. His brutal pace made me sob into his hand as he abused my cunt.
Once the door slammed shut he let go of my face and lifted my body up against his chest,one hand around my waist and one around my neck. He held me against him tightly and thrusted up into me roughly.
The new angle allowed him to enter me deeper then before and I cried out as his dick hit parts of me I never thought was possible. Hitting my G-spot he abused the sensitive spot relentlessly. "A-Ahhh" broken sobs left my body as I shook against him.
I felt myself tighten around him and he groaned while quickening his pace. "Ah! P-please! Ng!" I pleaded with shaky moans. Letting a string of sobs and curses fall out of my mouth I felt myself already coming to the end of my high.
That familiar knot tightened in my stomach as I curled my toes and clamped down around him. Moaning loudly I came around him shockingly hard as he twitched inside of me.
"Fucking hell Y/N" words of praises fell out of his mouth as his thrust became harder and more sloppy.
"Look how well you're doing baby"
Rolling my eyes back I felt him pound against my cervix while chasing his own high.
"You fit me so fucking perfectly"
I laid in his arms completely limp as he used me to satisfy his own release. Snapping his hips into me violently he held me in place as I felt him release into me.
I whined as he slid out of me slowly before he turned me back around to face him. Staring down at me he wiped a few stray tears that had fallen down my face before.
Leaning in he placed a soft kiss on my forehead letting me calm down a bit. Running his hands down my sides he let them travel to my ass squeezing the flesh softly.
I leaned up to kiss him again when the shower door snapped open quickly. I let out a scream and tried to hide myself behind Ushijima but he held me in place and just stared at the intruder.
Finally looking up at the person I saw that vibrant red hair giving away his identity immediately.
"T-tendou!! Please close the door and let me explain when I'm dressed!!" My request went ignored yet again as he pulled off his shirt much like my first intruder did.
"How rude of you not to invite me to all of this fun Ushijima you know I've had dibs on my baby girl for months now~" walking up to me and Ushijima he stared down at my naked form and pressed against his captain shyly.
Rubbing a comforting hand down my arm Ushijima let Tendou approach us, 𝐌𝐞.
"Oh well guess I'll make up for the missed time~"
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LOFT MUSIC
FT. USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI
𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━ PAIRINGS: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Stripper!Fem reader
𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━ WORD COUNT: 3.2k
𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━ CW: pwp, Ushijima’s inexperienced, Reader’s experienced, grinding, public(ish) sex, use of protection, use of petnames
𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━ WORDS FROM CHRIS: So this comes from Loft Music by The Weeknd. I feel like it fits Ushijima honestly bc of his personality and not really knowing how to let loose. So if you listen to the song while reading, you’ll understand it exactly what I mean :)
Ushijima wasn’t used to this. The blaring beats of loud music simmering through his very bones, the melding scents of marijuana, spilled alcohol, and cigarette smoke unashamedly striking his pure nose, down the flashing strobes only granting him a clear sight every few minutes. Routine was a concept he’d fallen in love with since his youth—and a loft party was far from his norm.
In those hazy moments of trafficking, all he knew was himself. All he knew was the very clothes on his back—a plain white tee hugging every curve of his chest with jeans he’d only wear when it called for. All Ushijima knew was the difference between him and everyone around him, all drunk off the cups in their hands and the joy circulating through their veins.
If there was one wish Ushijima had for the night, it was to embrace all he could without the self-shrouding fears.
Self-deprivation was one hell of an addiction, believing one deserves less than average treatment. It was this one hell of an addiction that had Ushijima by the very grips, resulting from based on his own selfish thoughts of self-entitlement.
Apart from him was the firm belief that he was better than what the world could offer, overlooking such places of recreation as a whole. But there was always that voice in his head chiding for that way of thinking, pushing Ushijima off the self-entitled high horse.
So as he wandered doe-eyed and curious through the cramped floor, there was one reiterated fact he couldn’t ignore.
He was better than most but not better than all.
That much was clear in his mannerisms; how he walked amongst the crowd, awkwardly mumbling poor excuses for apologizing, all lacking in his usual confidence. Nothing felt real to Ushijima at that moment, the raw essence of sonderous thoughts forming his astute state. So many different people surrounded him, so many different lives intertwining, and yet…Ushijima hadn’t breathed it all in for face value.
And it was through his sonderous state of mind that led him to you, mindlessly being pulled to the party’s main attraction. One of the many dancers hired for the night, you were the one that caught his eye—the only other spirit freed from the hindering influences. He was tantalized off how you moved, a slow rock to your hips yet concern pearling your eyes. It was that moment he wanted to free you, pull you into world of his so-called “fever dream”.
The glossy hues of a peridot green clung to every inch of you, shamelessly hinged on the tiny top holding at your bust. Such soft, supple mounds were barely protected by the thin string of the yellow bedazzled bikini top. He trailed his sights even lower, instantly gawking the loosely tied knots residing on either side of your waist.
From there, nothing held Ushijima back fully indulging in your presence, admiring the delicate hold you maintained over the metal pole. Intrigue couldn’t have been the only word to describe Ushijima’s exact feeling. Enthralled was better suited, especially with the dopey gravitation he’d found himself underneath.
His feet shuffled on their own, the fresh soles of new sneakers nearly toe-to-toe with the makeshift stage of a tabletop. It was at the very view of you that Ushijima experienced a foreign sensation breaking out across his body, a rush of heat supplied with a sweeping frigid wave. His heart raced beyond its limits and suddenly that’s all he can hear, the tempered pangs flooding his ears.
There was one other fact Ushijima discovered tonight, one only a sin-deprived man could realize: he needed to have you, one way or another.
It wasn’t even a sensation Ushijima could explain. The sudden urge to have the heaving hull of his chest smothered by your own, to have you sitting pretty atop his thighs with a teasing grin on full display.
He’s heard about it all in the movies and from friends, a lap dance being something to indulge in. Those large hands grip hard at his pockets, slender digits catching onto the thick fold of his wallet.
Though, if not for the grace of your awareness, Ushijima would’ve been there for hours clawing at his wallet for a single bill. Within two steps, you came face to face with your sudden admirer, leaning in close for a sense of privacy.
Broken gasps were solely what he could form in your presence, aside from the flickering stare he offered. The only thing able to break Ushijima’s trance was the sound of your voice, the words rolling off your tongue with ease.
“Do you want a dance or somethin’ ?”
A shameless nod fell from his head, paired with a shied hum for your ears only.
“Yes…please.”
A delighted smile came to your features at his brash confirmation. There was something simply adorable in the man before you, the dangerous blend of innocence and curiosity. Nothing more and nothing less. It was easy from that point on, slipping down from the table and into the dark abyss of the ground.
Standing at his side, everything about him changed in an instant. Suddenly, his build towered above your own, broad shoulders, burly arms, and a face for the charming. He’s taller, larger yet kinder than many, accompanied by a comforting aura.
You knew better than to dig, ask what a guy like him was doing in a place like this, asking for something he knew nothing of. Nonetheless, not a fiber in your being could deny him. You were already reaching out to take his hand before second thoughts could arise, leading him through the crowd once more.
“So, can I get a name or something you call you by?” you began, sending a sly glare to the straggling stranger.
“Ushijima, call me Ushijima.”
“Well, Ushijima, I’m Y/N and something tells me…you’re not used to this, are you?”
“W-What makes you think that?” he muttered, the hues of glossy peridot now marked with a worrisome glimmer.
All you can do is give him an assuring squeeze of your hand, thinking of the exact words to soothe the impulsive jolt of concern.
“You just got the look…and feel. But I dunno, makes my job that much more exciting fr’ me
You and Ushijima end off on a subtle smile, the curled ends of your lips speaking more than what could have ever been said. For what seemed to be an eternity to the backrooms of the loft, your hands never once slipped from each other, only breaking when the time called.
Upon the pulling of the velvet curtain, Ushijima’s eyes widened at the mere scene playing out before him. A small room stood before him, blackened walls with a rich soft carpet beneath his feet to match. Dimmed lights lined the ceiling, casting off the bed fit for two people.
At your every whim Ushijima had fell to, relinquishing all control to you. He was far from his element, that much becoming clear. He wanted to hide it all, the growing heat of reality breaking across his body. The highs of his cheeks prickled, his chest grew heavy with every breath, and embarrassingly enough, his hand seemed to melt with pebbling droplets of sweat.
But the second his back caved along into the bed’s headboard with you sinking atop of him, the sense of self Ushijima walked in was now replaced with one free of all worries.
It’s just as he imagined it, the perky mounds of your tits now smothered by the heaving hull of his chest. The supple curves of your ass sat all the more righteously on his lap. The tips of your nails traced along his limp arms, heat rising to meet your short-lived touch. Inches of space existed between you both, riddled with both hints of the natural and unnatural.
Ushijima didn’t know what it was he’d gotten himself into but, all he knew was one thing—he wanted more than just your company.
“Make yourself comfortable,” you hum, slotting your thighs beside his own “I’ve got you, Ushijima.”
With that, you brought your arms to encircle Ushijima’s neck in a gentle fold, keeping him close. Your hips picked up with a brushing grind along his groin, using the dense fold of the jean’s zipper as the best source for friction. Every so often you brought more and more weight to sit atop Ushijima, digging in just enough to feel the confined bulge rise beneath you.
His face was shot with red, the flustering hues of crimson illuminating his skin. Even underneath the white tee you felt him, the same heat compelling you to keep near. Your intentions were to move on with something different, but something about holding Ushijima like this entertained you even more. Though it was unspoken, it was clear he preferred you stay like that too.
He was subtle to a point, trapping the strenuous groans within his chest. His hips would jerk to meet the passes of your hips, the nudgings sinking through to your cunt past the thin covering of your g-string.
But you couldn’t have expected it, the large palms of his hands cupping your waist. There was no presence or desire of control in his grip, only the pure imbues of novelty.
Entirely, he wasn’t supposed to touch you—but god, did it feel nice? It was nothing you’ve experienced before, soft, kind, and free of higher influences. You could’ve melted into his hold, trusting that you’d let fate guide the night elsewhere.
His hands cupped at your tits, using gentle squeezes to pluck shushed whimpers from your lips. The pads of his thumbs drifted across the buds of your nipples and should he have the chance, you could’ve anticipated that Ushijima was just seconds from prying that top off.
You decided to muse him, tease him just enough to pull all he had to give to his cock. Your lips came to brush past his, settling only a peck before pulling away.
“This isn’t your scene, Ushijima. I can you’re different, too clean and too immature this type of lifestyle. You look like you have morals, something to live for. Better leave before you make a mis–”
“But I can handle it, I swear I can! I wanna—”
“I’ve heard it all. The only thing I can give you is a rush of lust. Don’t expect anything real from me.”
“What if that’s exactly what I’m looking for?”
Ushijima tugged at the knots lining your stilled hips, spilling the selfless whimpers to urge his plea. He knew there stood truth in your words, as much as he didn’t belong there, he knew nothing of what he was asking for. What would happen after? Would he leave and end it as if nothing happened? Would he still feel the way felt now—hungry and desperate for all of you?
All the questions he had sat with you, the answers waiting to be discovered. All he could do was offer you one final word of suggestion.
“Please?”
A giggle spilled from the depths of your chest, your hand breaking from its hold to cup Ushijima’s cheek. If that was what he wanted, you couldn’t help but oblige—leaving all else up to the stars in the sky for judgment.
“Then…you found the perfect girl for the task,” ending Ushijima’s words with the brash push of your lips. What began as polite grew to ruin, your tongue lacing around his own. The occasional clash of teeth was ignored, soapy spools of spit ran their course down your chin, and yet the addictive weight of his lips draws you in deeper.
There wasn’t a moment of delay in your touch, returning the kiss to Ushijima. Your fingers slid down between the soothing crash of your bodies, fidgeting with the clasp of Ushijima’s jeans.
His hips raised in assistance, the unruly denim being dragged down the thick of his thighs with his briefs in tow. A hiss cuts from behind his teeth, the nipping cold settling around the pink head of his cock.
Your digits unconsciously slid to his cock, the soft pads of your fingers ghosting along the pulsing veins. There’s a pretty sheen of pre-cum painting the tanned skin between your palms sweeping across the girthy expanse, sitting deliciously snug between your small hands. Every squeeze of your grip brings forth the pearly tears right from out the fluttering slit, drawing out silenced groans from Ushijima’s chest.
It’s a sight so pretty that your mouth can’t help but water, anticipation brewing at the pit of your tummy. Ushijima looks so innocent in your wake, glimmers of that same lustful curiosity fueling your own arousal. You couldn’t wait to see him crumble, eyes rolling back, and to lose all sense of composure within the smothering hold of your walls.
“You don’t have to hide it,” you croon, hands still honeying Ushijima’s cock with loose strokes. Your thumb settles over the thick head, swiping relevantly to smear away the onslaught of rousing tears.
The chills that run down his spine entice your eye, watching as Ushijima hid all his desires behind a crumbling straight face. You couldn’t help but ease his nerves, whispering a word of advice against his quivering lips.
“We can get it all out, just relax and enjoy yourself, ‘kay?”
Before you can look up to meet Ushijima’s eyes, he’s prying at the gold foil wrapper lost in his pants pocket, ripping the condom free. He placed the suctioning cling of the condom at the tip, rolling down the edges to sit at the base. Your fingers tug at the inseam of your g-string, the thin covering resting along your inner thigh.
The anticipation guides you through a drunken spree as you loom above his cock, your entrance splitting around the flushed crown. Each drop of your hips emits a trembling shake through your legs, your hand shooting to brace along his shoulders.
You knew better than to get ahead of yourself, leaving your pussy to sit halfway of his length. You haven’t even moved and the essence dripping from your walls already rains down to stain his cock sinfully.
“Shit, you’re so big!” you gasped, bringing your forehead to rest along the crook of his neck.
Ushijima hadn’t felt anything like it, the gummy yet suckling clench of your pussy. He can feel every twitch lining his cock, strumming against the veins in a dangerous beat. The shaky rise of your hips pulls at his being, the nerves brimming with a heat he’s never known.
He couldn’t even have begun to ignore how tight you were, fitting around him like a glove. His cock carves at your walls, making it that much easier for you to hold him in place.
It’s become even more of a vice to have you like this on top of him, tits bouncing, eyes screwed shut and the tips of your nails decorating his skin in careful crescents of crimson. The beauty of you working so hard for him and yourself pulled at his heart, wanting to help bring you to an orgasm he had the honor of providing.
“Fuck!—Let me— I wanna do something…” Ushijima whispers out into the heavy air. The flesh of your ass is met by the digits of Ushijima’s hands, fingertips itching deep. Yet, not a notion in his mind could guide him from this point on. He’s clueless, creating a scene out of a need for power—just to provide nothing to either of your impending highs.
Your lips crowd at his neck, pressing spiteful kisses along the thumping pulses. He’s hot but it’s far from. It’s the embarrassment that simmers at his skin, something you’ve come to notice all too quickly. Pity graces your tongue as you speak softly, the slick words ringing in his ear.
“Cute, I just know that you don’t know how to please, Baby. But go ahead, I’ll let you try.”
Through the mellow sense of encouragement, As carefully as he could, he set you down onto his lap, leaving his cock to sit snug at your womb. A shrill squeal rips from your lungs, jolting from Ushijima’s thighs for a sliver of refuge.
“I-I can’t take it all! Fuck–Just give me a sec!–”
“Shhh, you can take it, Pretty. I know you can, that’s why I’m helping you, wanna see you cum all over my cock..kay?”
What you didn’t—moreover, couldn’t—have anticipated was Ushijima’s resilience, how he’d worked himself to the bone to make his words into a reality. He relied on the sounds of your voice and as his focus, sending his cock drag across your sweet spots. Your walls ghosted over his cock, seizing him in place as the waves of ecstasy flooded about your body.
When a sharp mewl spills from your lips, he knows he’s too deep, just striking what he’s learned to be your cervix. Yet when he brings his hips to a tilt with just the slow reeling of his cock, he knows that he’s grazing past by the different song falling from your mouth. It’s free of whimpers and pleas, replaced with a pacing urgency to reach a high.
So as you approach that envied high, Ushijima felt it all the same. How your breaths shift from long and drawn to short and tearful, your lips prancing about a pout to fit. Your nails dig deeper than they have before, slipping beneath his tee for a peace of mind. At the immediate flutter of your walls, that searing clench holds him so tight that he’s the one seeing stars.
What seemed to be the height of your orgasm, Ushijima couldn’t resist it any longer. Running from the soles of his feet was the sudden burst of pressure so heavy that nothing coherent could be formed at Ushijima’s disposal. The thick ribbons of white flooded the surrounding confines, drenching what space did exist within the condom in his scents.
Through the gathering breaths of both your lungs, you peered up at Ushijima, a burning question waiting to be unfolded.
“What do you have to say for yourself? Feel anything?”
Ushijima leaned back onto the bed’s headboard, hazy eyes of olive scanning you from head to toe. He’s, without inner conflict, his heart still yearning to be relieved while he had the chance. He only wanted to ask one more thing of you, praying that regrets would pass him by.
“Can…can we go again?”
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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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— BELOVED
synopsis ; Letting someone go is sometimes the right thing to do, some say letting go is just another form of running away but in your case letting go is seeing someone happy, even if it's not with you.
scenario ; your first love back in your high school days came back after how many years, he is now a pro volleyball player and right now you are watching him play in this stadium.
"Maybe, it's because I loved you too much. Too much that I created these shackles that pull you down. Maybe, it's time I let you go, no?"
type ; drabble and one-shot
include/s ; ushijima wakatoshi
pairing/s ; pro volleyball player character x fl! reader
genre ; angst and a hint of sad corn
You came back here again, in this very stadium you watched him play you watched him like nothing happened. Ushijima now is a pro volleyball player, you always believed his dream would come true one day and this is it. The man playing on the court right now was his dream years ago. But what about your dream? "Wakatoshi! When you achieve your dream in the future! Would I still be able to spend time like this with you?!" your voice echoed in the empty classroom that you were both in. Wind blowing the curtains and the sun sets behind the mountains at a distance, Ushijima who is across the room from you next to the opened windows, he looked towards your direction and his lips were moving but you couldn't hear a word he says. This happened in the last year, and last day of school since both of you are in the third year now, it's time to graduate. You didn't have a special relationship with him, in other people's eyes you were a classmate admiring this popular volleyball geek of a guy but both of you are close, you share small things in common when it comes to food and even hobbies aside from his volleyball obsessed self.
You never thought of having a future with this guy, but you still tried at the very end. "Spend time? What do you mean?" Ushijima asks in a confused tone with his eyebrows furrowed. "You know, hang out...talk and have fun..." you felt your voice cracking the second you tried to mouth out words one word to the other, but you fell at ease when you saw how he is eager to listen. "Wakatoshi, I am willing to wait for you. I'll be here waiting for you when you're all done with your dreams, I'll be waiting to have mine!" you gave such a smile he felt how sincere you were, but he felt something else within. While he was out there achieving his dream you stayed there waiting, until days became weeks then months turned into years, and here you are in the very same stadium still watching him from afar.
The game soon ended and immediately the press interviewed them and gave you no opening for you to go near. One of the reporters asked if he had any girlfriends and he abruptly said no and made his way to the change room. Looking at his broad back, made you realize that he isn't the Ushijima you used to know, he changed. Everyone does and that is where you saw how high he is now that you are too low to reach him, all those years waiting and waiting only made you weak and reached none, while Ushijima now is out there thriving making his own name gaining his own fame, he is too bright, he is too much and you only have less. Waiting for him to walk out from the doors of the exit at the alleyway, the door opened wide to reveal a familiar figure. "Long time no see, Wakatoshi." you waved your hand a little and gave a smile, for a moment he was stunned enough to have troubles to what he is about to say, or even should stay. "(Y/N)..." he utters under his breath, it's been a while since he called you by your name that somehow, you heard it in a bittersweet tone.
Looking into his eyes the way he looks at you was very obvious, he was stunned to see you since he didn't expect for you to show up like this. And as if he was uncomfortable even. "You haven't completely achieved your dreams yet, haven't you, Ushijima?" judging by those words you said his expression softens as if you hit a bullseye and you did. "(Y/N), I'm just getting started...these past years I never forgot about your words...but now looking at you I can't...I just can't..." the way he looks at you right now, you felt pity in a worse case scenario, because you already knew that it's your fault for holding him back, no. Not holding back, but pressure. Putting him at the edge, just by appearing like this in front of him as if woke him up from his dream of reaching the top of his career, you were the wake up call that he didn't want to take. "(Y/N), I don't want to make you wait, I feel like I'm dragging you into this without knowing if you're okay to go with it. My dream is this, and I don't see my dream with you being in it..." just hearing those words you felt like you were being stabbed over and over, it hurt so much that you wanted to burst into tears but you didn't you mustered up to show a smile, cleaning both of your palms into a ball you feel your nails digging into your palm, it hurts.
Your chest aches each time you breath in and out, it hurts. The more you talk the more you feel like you are going to choke on your words with your throat tightening up, it hurts. Even though it all hurts mustering up a smile, it was just a pitiful sight to see."Maybe, it's because I loved you too much. Too much that I created these shackles that pull you down. Maybe, it's time I let you go, no?" while you were stuck with your dreams in the past you didn't realize that you were putting shackles on Ushijima who wished to achieve great heights. Letting someone go is sometimes the right thing to do, some say letting go is just another form of running away but in your case letting go is seeing someone happy, even if it's not with you. Letting Ushijima go to achieve greater heights was the choice you chose because you get to see him happy, the happiest he had ever been.
"Farewell, my beloved. I'll be cheering on you."
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ushijima “diba sinabi ko umuwi ka na?” wakatoshi.
⋆.✧̣̇˚. | hindi mo rin alam ba’t siya ganito e, basta nalang sumusulpot pag nasa school ka tas late na.
genre: senior!ushijima wakatoshi au, short oneshot, fluff warnings: grammatical errors, not proofread, written in filipino/tagalog
xian’s note: senior ushijima brainrot bc i’m missing my senior crush na mag graduate na hay
“hindi ba sabi ko umuwi ka na?” you hear the familiar voice and look towards it. “oh ikaw nanaman?” oo, siya nanaman. “uwi ka na sabi e, tignan mo mag didilim na tas nandito ka pa” sabi ni ushijima. nasa organization room ka pa, inaayos yung gamit para sa next event, kaya napa-late ka nanaman na uwi.
“eh ikaw ba’t nandito ka pa?” “may training kasi ako, alam mo na ‘yun”
daming eme naman neto sa buhay, you sighed and cleaned up the room muna. “y/n sabay na…” napalingon ka uli, ay org-mate mo lang pala. he stopped sa entrance ng room, standing next to ushijima, he was small compared to him.
“…tayo” he finished what he said napatingin lang so ushijima sainyong dalawa. “sasama na siya sakin,” sabi naman ni ushijima. “huy—?” sabi mo naman tas tumango nalang ‘tong org-mate mo. “ay oh sige, ingat kayo!” sabi niya, tas umalis na rin.
“ba’t mo ba sila tinatakot?” “‘di ko man ah, not my fault they get intimidated by me”
nga naman, ‘di kasalanan ni ushijama ba’t sila natatakot sakanya, napatawa ka nalang. “hatid na kita,” sabi ni ushijima at tuluyan pumasok sa room. “hindi na kaya ko na ‘to, may training ka pa diba?” sabi mo na patanong, he didn’t mind what you just said, acting as if wala siyang narinig.
“akin na bag mo,” sabi niya. “‘di kaya ko na nga ‘to—“ sinabi mo sabay kuha sa bag mo. “sabi ko akin na, ‘wag ka na makulit, hahatid na kita.” sinabi ni ushijima sabay kuha sa bag mo na hawak hawak mo kanina. “dilim na nga eh tas gusto mo umuwi ka pa mag isa” he muttered pero rinig na rinig mo pa ‘din. “sorry po,” sabi ko sabay tawa na rin habang palabas na kami ng school.
“‘wag ka nga nag p-po sa’kin, you’re making me sound old” kontra ni ushijima. “eh mas matanda ka naman talaga sa’kin ah?” sinabi ko, kasama na rin ng tawa. “senior ka na kasi… sus,” you say with a little ‘tsk’ sound.
“you’ll just miss me once i graduate,” sabi niya sabay tawa, he isn’t like this always, pero moments like this always get you hooked onto him. “ma-feeling!” you say with a small laugh.
tinignan ka lang ni ushijima, but his gaze— it was a sweet gaze. mas bumilis pa pag tibok ng puso niya pag nakikita niya ang ngiti mo.
corny niya ‘no? lakas maka haitd sundo sa’yo kala mo jowa mo na. eh wala siguro pakipot lang ‘to o gusto niya pa ng pogi points para makuha naman puso mo.
the laughter died down pero one question stays im ushijima’s mind and that is,
“y/n, pwede ba kita ligawan?”
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▒My One and Only▒
❃Ushijima x Reader
Character's origin- Haikyu!
Warning- None
Genre- ❃
Format- One-shot
Word count- 835
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Synopsis- How does your boyfriend react when you try to submerge yourself in the crowd knowing how many people adore him?
It wasn't often when you were free to go and watch your boyfriend's games. It wasn't like you didn't want to, it was just circumstances that almost never spoke in favor. Working several hours to support your family while still studying could be hard more than anyone can sometimes imagine. That's what made your boyfriend of two years like and eventually love you in the first place. You never complained. No matter how much you already had in your hand you always made time for everyone whenever they needed help. Always being there to listen to everyone's problems no matter if you have a dozen of your own. You were selfless. Too selfless. But that doesn't get Ushijima to deny that he got someone he never thought he could. Filling up the gap in his heart that even he didn't know existed. He was greatful for you and that you stood by his side and supported him at his worst. Being there by his side when things got too overwhelming even for him to handle. He loved you. In a way that you almost thought had already vanished from this era a long time along. And you loved him too. Greatly. More than any words can explain. He was the one who was there when no one was. Being selfless comes with its own set of cons after all. And sometimes you felt that you weren't enough somehow. That you were lacking in expressing on how much you actually love and adore him. So when you were offered a chance to visit one of your boyfriend's competitive matches before the national's, it wasn't long before your lips curved into a silent yes.
Here you were standing outside of the room where all the players of Wakatoshi's team were. He doesn't know yet. One of his teammates and a close friend of his talked about how you should visit the match and that how much it'll affect Ushijima and his spirits. So you decided to give him a surprise. You waited silently, leaning against a wall looking at your surroundings. It has been a long while since you've been to one of his games. Safe to say it has been more than half a year and that your boyfriend wouldn't even be having a hint of your arrival.
The door to the room opened as the announcement was made for them to arrive soon and they all started making their way out. Ushijima was the last one to exit, who seemingly didn't acknowledge your presence yet.
You made quite steps towards him before gently encircling your arms around his waist. He froze for a moment as if contemplating what's happening but soon enough, he was leaning back, feeling the presence that was oh so familiar to his being.
It took a good few moments before he turned around, and the first thing that happened was his lips coming in contact with your forehead. "I had no clue you'd come today. " Your arms were around him once more as his tightened around you, and you looked up at him, smiling, "Well, that's why we call it a surprise don't we?" He chuckled, his lips now coming in contact with your cheek for a fleeting kiss as he mumbled, "Thank you for coming." Your eyes softened as your hand went up to caress his cheek," It's what I'm supposed to do. Realized I haven't been the best at doing so in the past. Thought I would make up for the lost times." His forehead connected with yours, eyes closing as he released a shaky breath. One arm encircled around his neck as the other rubbed his back, another announcement was made for the players to gather in the court. "Do your best hm? Just like you always do... " You whispered before pulling back, motioning for him to go. "I'll be watching." You smiled reassuringly. His hand squeezed yours one last time before he left.
One of the best players, the one who had a great deal in making his team win was your boyfriend, Ushijima Wakatoshi. You watched his every move, cheering for him in your own little way and before long the match ended, announcing their victory. The crowd went into an uproar, girls chanting the players name like a prayer as the said group went to meet their admirers. 'He has so many people rooting for him, loving him.' You smiled distantly but your expression turned into a surprised one when none other than your boyfriend emerged from admidst the crowd of bustling fans with numerous gifts and flowers in their hands for him. He made his way towards you, arms encircling around you as you were surprised at his sudden actions. Your boyfriend wasn't someone who was the PDA type much so you never made that kind of advances but today somehow felt different. "Ushi?" You questioned but all you got was a silent kiss on your lips.
"I love you. My one and only. "
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misunderstanding
pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x fem!reader
genre: angst (?) to fluff
words: 1.5k
You stare at the paper in front of you unsure of what you’re feeling and what you should feel.
You and Ushijima got married just a year ago and there’s already a tiny human inside you.
It’s not that you two didn’t want to have kids, but according to your plans, Wakatoshi would focus on his career and you on yours, so you could gather enough money to make sure your child has all the support they needed.
But now that plan went completely out of the window.
You fold the test results and put them back in the envelope, then wipe away the tears that fell onto your skin.
Thank God your shift already ended, so you fair your goodbyes to your colleagues and speed to your car.
You throw your bag and the envelope in the back seat and stay paralyzed on the driver’s for a while.
You're gonna be a mother.
It's scary, yes, but you can't help but feel a little spark on your chest when you imagine you and your husband with a tiny baby that shares your traits.
Your phone vibrates on your leg and you look down to see a text message from no other than him.
>>I’ll be done in twenty minutes, love
With that, you start the car and head to the Adlers’ gym which is rather close to your workplace.
You wait in the parking lot for a few minutes until you see the players starting to walk out the door.
You get out of the car and jog to your partner, who welcomes you with a warm and tight hug and a forehead kiss.
“I missed you, My Dear.”
“I missed you too.” You smile. “Let's go home.”
Both of you get in the car and after a while, Ushijima notices the envelope in the backseat.
“What’s that?”
“Oh, it’s just an exam I did.”
“Exam? What exam? Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“What’s the exam?”
“Oh, it’s nothing to worry about, Hon.”
Wakatoshi reaches for the paper and opens it.
“You’re gonna be a father, Toshi.”
“Huh?”
“You’re gonna be a father.”
He reads the words carefully, then reads them again, and again, and again.
Silence fills the car ride, it also fills the elevator, the hall, and your apartment doorway.
Ushi doesn’t say a word the whole night. He takes his shower, plops onto your shared bed, and gets lost in his own thoughts.
Earlier you were giving him some time to process the information, now you’re just scared to talk to him.
Did he not want this kid? Was he disappointed? Sad? Angry?
For once you can’t read his expression. You thought you were familiar with every look and gesture of your husband, but the way he stares at the ceiling is a new gaze you’ve never seen before.
Hesitantly, you lay on the bed beside him. He doesn’t move an inch. You’re tired from work and worrying about what’s going to happen from now on, so you turn to your side and allow yourself to sleep.
You wake up the next day and are surprised to see that Wakatoshi is still in bed.
Usually, you would get up to see him making breakfast for both of you or returning home from his morning run, instead, he’s still laid on his back, snoring lightly.
You take a shower and head to the kitchen, the medium-sized envelope that seems to change the course of your relationship resting on the counter.
You make enough food for you and Ushijima and put his place in the microwave since it doesn’t seem like he’ll wake up anytime soon.
You replay last night's events over and over in your head, sadness taking over you when the moment is supposed to be of joy.
You thought he wanted this, you thought he wanted to have a family with you.
You also know that Wakatoshi is not the kind of man to run away from his responsibilities, he would most definitely help you raise this child, but would he continue to be by your side while at it?
You keep the little secret to yourself. You know your coworkers would love to know that you’re carrying a child, but after seeing the reaction of who you wanted to see the most, you lost all the will to tell the others.
As you expected, Wakatoshi doesn’t text or call you during the whole day, only fueling the tightening feeling inside your chest.
After overthinking the whole day you drive home exhausted, craving the warm water from your shower.
But there’s something odd when you pull up on your parking spot, your husband stands next to it as if waiting for you to arrive.
He walks up to the car, opens the driver's door, and offers his hand to you, helping you get out of it.
“Welcome home, Love.” He says as soon as you’re in front of him.
You can see his eyes are much more lively than they were last night, and his face is softened as he raises your hand to press his lips on the back of it.
“I prepared a bath for you, I know you must be tired.”
You try to contain your flustered smile from the way he looks at you. It reminds you of your wedding day when he cried as you walked to the altar.
You let him lead you upstairs to your apartment, always with one hand holding yours and the other in the small of your back.
He takes your bag from your hold and places it somewhere in the living room before guiding you to the restroom.
The bathtub exhales your favorite oil scent, there are a few candles lit up on the sink and the lights are turned off.
“Aw, Toshi, you didn’t have to.”
“But I wanted to. You deserve it.” He smiles. “Here, let me help you.”
Ushijima helps you- no, he undresses you completely, not letting you lift a finger for anything, then he takes off his own clothes and steps into the tub.
He takes your hands in his and starts to guide you to get in as if you were a five-year-old.
“There, Dear, be careful. I got you.”
“Honey. I’m not a kid, I can get in the bath just fine.” You deadpan.
Despise your protests, he still makes sure you enter it safely. He sits down and places you between his legs, back leaned on his chest.
You feel your shoulders relaxing under the water and throw your head back. Wakatoshi’s hands find their way to your stomach, slowly and softly caressing your skin.
“I love you, Y/n.”
“I love you too, Wakatoshi.”
“I can’t believe you have a tiny baby inside you.”
You smile widely and fondly, your frustrations and fears long gone by now. What happened was you miscalculated the amount of time your partner needed to process the information, there was no need to get worried like that, perhaps it was the pregnancy hormones already hitting you.
“Me neither.”
“You’re gonna look so gorgeous with the baby dump.”
“You think so? I’m gonna gain so much weight.”
“I know so, Love. Your weight doesn’t matter, you always look good, but caring our child will make you even more attractive.”
You turn your head to the side and pull him in for a kiss, a chaste, soft, and tender kiss.
“I’m gonna take a leave from work to take care of you.”
“Wait, hold on, there’s no need yet, I’m barely a month pregnant.”
“Yes, but the three first months are the most important ones and I want to make sure you and our baby are healthy.”
“I’m not letting you take a leave, Toshi, wait until I get on the seventh month or something.” You say assertively.
“Alright. We need to find a bigger place now. Maybe somewhere with a backyard for them to play, I can build them a house tree, or a castle if they prefer-“
“They? As in more than one?”
“Yes.”
“The first one didn’t even arrive yet and you’re thinking of another?”
“I don’t want them to feel lonely growing up. And we have conditions to support more than one child and a lot of love to give to them.”
“You’re right, but let’s focus on the first one for now, okay?”
“Uhm. Also, I asked my mother for doctor recommendations and I booked an appointment for us next week. And I took a look at the baby cribs online and some inspirations for room decoratio-“ “Honey,” You get him out of his thoughts. “we can think of the details later, can we just enjoy this moment right now?”
He chuckles and places a kiss on your temple.
“Of course, My Love.”
You place your hands on top of his, press your face on his neck and close your eyes, enjoying your husband’s safe embrace and the thought of him building a castle god your kids.
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