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#ushijima wakatoshi smut
brutallygod · 1 month
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minors don't interact !
cw: female!reader, size difference, belly bulge.
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size difference, size difference, size difference!! imagine!!
“it won’t fit!” you sob out loud, hair clinging to your sweaty face as you roll your hips. your walls flutter around the thick cock in you, trying to suck him in but failing. he's bigger than you and your pretty cunt always struggles to take all of him. but you're determined today, telling him you wanted to fit everything in you.
he trails his fingers up and down your side before one hand snakes down to thumb at your clit while the other large hand clasps your hip. "i'll make it fit," he promises, soft as he pleasures you. he rubs your clit, making you wetter for a smoother entry. you’re whimpering as you slowly sink down, taking more and more of his cock. a mix of pleasure and pain courses through your veins and you gasp out as soon as you manage to take every inch of him.
"there you go, good girl," he praises, kissing your temple as he moves the hand on your hips to rest on your lower stomach, where an imprint of his cock shows under your skin. his fingers still rubs your clit. "look at how deep my cock is, spreading your cunt open and making you mine."
reiner braun, ushijima wakatoshi, jing yuan, + your fav!
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ushiwhacka · 1 year
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time skip! ushijima wakatoshi + fem! reader | mdni | 580 words | established relationship, pussy eating, rough sex, creampie, size kink, aftercare, it's just smut <3
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wakatoshi is not usually a vocal lover. he will pant against your ear, hot breath tickling your skin. or grunt, deep and guttural as he slides himself inside of you. breathing heavily, there’s something primal about the way he folds you in half, knees pressed to your chest. eyes dark and heavy with lust but always fixated on you. watching as you arch your back, the sweetest moans leaving your swollen lips. wordlessly attends to your every need, his large hands twisting your body, shaping it around his own until you can feel him on every atom of your skin.
but when he does speak it’s devastating, earth-shattering, it makes your brain foggy with the need to be claimed by him. to be held so close that his scent becomes your scent, to be unable to think of anything else but how good it feels to wrap yourself around him. 
it comes when you’re laying on your bed, feet propped on his shoulders as he spreads your legs apart. massaging the back of your thighs as he slowly drags his lips down towards your pussy. already slick and aching in anticipation. then he lifts his head to look into your eyes as if he’s trying to make sure you hear him. “you’re dripping all over the sheets,” he chokes out, voice hoarse and deeper than usual. olive eyes heavy as he takes in the state of your cunt, puffy and swollen, a bead of slick drooling out of your clenching hole. you gasp as he pushes his tongue against your opening, not letting a single drop go to waste. drunk on the taste of you, his arms close around your thighs, tight enough to bruise. drunk on the soft moans and high-pitched whines that pour out of your lips, the nails clawing into his forearms. so pretty and spread out for him, his to devour.
he’s lost to the feeling of your walls squeezing around him, so snug as he bullies his cock inside your cunt. too big and too thick and throbbing. the fleshy tip pressed against your cervix. pleasure so intense it sends the blood rushing to your head. his powerful body pressing down on you, fucking you into the mattress. drops of sweat rolling down corded muscles, his damp hair tickling your cheeks, the almost suffocating heat of him on top of you, it’s all so carnal. clinging to each other, wanting more and more and more. he’s spent and panting, hips stuttering as he thrusts into you. “can i cum in you?” lips grazing your forehead, desperate pleas followed by desperate thrusts, trying to go deeper. “please, love, i need to cum inside you.” a broken up yes and he buries himself in you to the hilt. your pretty pussy clamping down, milking his cock for every last spurt of thick cum, until you’re full to the very brim. and now he’s the one whining and too sensitive and shuddering above you. 
he holds you in his arms, thick fingers rubbing smoothing circles into your soft flesh, little unspoken apologies for being too rough and too intense. leaves tender, chaste kisses on your temple and your cheeks and on the curve of your jaw. “you know,” you are entirely unprepared for the sentence that follows, “you look so pretty when you cum on my cock.” and it takes every little bit of self control you possess to not straddle him and ride him until he cries.
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thank you for reading! interaction is very much appreciated! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
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ilyluffy · 1 year
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𝒢𝒜𝑀𝐸 ~ 𝒪𝒱𝐸𝑅
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬
𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: tsukishima kei + kuroo tetsurou + ushijima wakatoshi + miya atsumu
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut {minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked}
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: afab!reader, needy!boys, vaginal sex, oral (giving and receiving), fingering {more warnings under the cut}
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𝐊𝐄𝐈 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mean dom!tsuki, blowjob
tsuki was a hypocrite. he ignores you all the time whenever you felt clingy but during those times where he wanted your focus on him, he had the nerve to get annoyed. tsukishima got especially irritated when you blew him off to game on your computer. instantly he’s walking over to you, grabbing your chin, and forcing you to look away from the screen. “get anyway from the keyboard and get on your knees” tsuki ordered through gritted teeth. “when you’re done sucking me off than maybe you can go back to playing”.
𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: oral!reader reviving, needy!kuroo
kuroo couldn’t believe it. you were worse than kenma. after he spoiled you by buying you the new switch you repaid your boyfriend by giving him less attention. now kuroo couldn’t have that could he? at first he tried to win you over by whining and pouting. all he’d get in return for that was that you’d humour him once you got passed the level you were on. now you left kuroo no choice. if his previous attempts didn’t work then why not dive in between your legs and eat your pussy out until you couldn’t even hold up your switch anymore.
𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐀
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom!ushijima, vaginal sex
ushijima isn’t a huge fan of video games. he likes them even less when you ignore him to play them. toshi is not exactly clingy but after practices he likes to take out any pent up energy on you. usually you let him but when toshi walks through the door to your bedroom, you’re too busy laying on your stomach playing on your switch to even notice he’s arrived. ushijima manages to get your attention when you feel him rubbing his hard cock against your ass. suddenly the aching between your legs matters more than your game.
𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: needy!atsumu, fingering
atsumu is definitely the type who neglects you to play his video games but becomes all bratty when you do the same thing. he gets even more pouty if you’re using HIS system. ‘tsumu will try to get your attention for a while without explicitly saying that he’s needy. eventually if his not so subtle hints don’t work, he’ll sit besides you and slowly his fingers start hovering over your core. it’s difficult to ignore atsumu when his digits shove inside your wet hole. it’s game over after that.
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hiraethwa · 22 days
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fuck, wakatoshi thinks as he wakes up to you being pressed into him so closely. he is painfully aware of the throbbing hard on that you were grinding on in your slumber, and he knows you are asleep from the way you just twitched against him seconds ago.
he would hate to wake you up from your deep sleep, but he couldn't stop himself as his fingers wander between your thighs. and much to his surprise, he finds no barriers between him and the slickness of your folds. fuck.
he remembers the last time he sneaked off to the bathroom to handle his problem when you were asleep. you had gotten angry at him for not waking you up when you found out that he had been doing that frequently.
"the only place you are cumming in or on is me." you had scowled at him. it had left him shocked, to say the least. his sweet girl who loves cute cafe dates and flowers. never had he expected you to be freakier than him.
he woke you up the next morning by working his hips into you, unbelievably turned on by your demand for him to use you for his own pleasure even in your sleep.
and now... fuck, were you having a wet dream? his fingers slipped into you easily with your wetness coating them. wakatoshi lets out a small groan as he stretches you out with two of his thick digits, realizing that you didn't need much preparation at all with how wet and ready you are for him.
his boxers are quickly discarded. your juices coating him as he pumps himself with the same hand that just touched you. he shakily guides himself between your lips, pushing into you as gently as he could in the haze of lust.
fuck. wakatoshi curses at how tightly your walls are gripping onto him. a moan spills from his lips as he buries his head into the crook of your neck, strong hands holding onto your hips that are sure to leave bruises later.
you stir, drowsy eyes slowly blinking awake as your sleep is interrupted by ushijima’s movements. the glint that appears in them as you realize that your man is using you for his own relief, any semblance of dignity leaving you with your hips wiggling down against his to take as much of him as you possible could.
“good morning baby” his husky voice blazes your burning fervor, a whine escaping your lips as your grind against him.
his fingers wrap around your throat, easily encasing you, and he gives you what you want. his other hand still holding onto your hip as he thrusts into you deeply at an increasing pace.
“is this what you asked for?” he lovingly strokes your cheek and looks into your eyes, all while continuing to fuck you silly. you make an incoherent noise, relinquishing any control to ushijima.
safe to say, you haven't gotten angry at him for that since then.
a/n whew that was intense!! i love y’all <3 welcome to suffering with me
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utahimeow · 1 year
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home workout | wakatoshi ushijima
summary — wakatoshi works out at home. he looks hot doing it.
pairing — wakatoshi ushijima x reader
warnings — nsfw content. minors dni. smut, blowjob, cum swallowing, pet name ‘my love’
word count — 1.3k
author’s note — please listen to this audio of wakatoshi (and kuroo) breathing heavily for the most effective experience
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It’s not your fault your boyfriend is totally irresistible. He’s tempting you on purpose– you’re sure of it.
You’re trying so, so hard to focus on the reality show playing on the TV, but Waktoshi is being terribly obscene. A few feet away, he’s splayed out on a yoga mat, lifting dumbbells over his head.
It’s unintentional, the way he gasps and heaves and, ever so often, groans. It’s unintentional, yet it leaves you squeezing your thighs together and biting down on your tongue because your mind is starting to wander.
If you were a better person, you’d go to any other room in the house and let him work out in peace. But you stay seated, let your eyes creep over to the titan of a man in your living room.
He’s a powerhouse in every aspect. You’d think that maybe you’d be used to it after having him in your life for so long, but your eyes widen and drool pools in your mouth at the sight of him.
Thick, hard thighs. Veined arm muscles, straining. Carved pectorals and abdomen, clenching with every movement. Corded muscle over every inch of his body–a display of pure, unwavering strength. The manifestation of years of work he’s put into the sport he plays for a living now. Wakatoshi’s tan skin gleams with droplets of sweat, too, face flushed down to his chest.
It’s terribly, horribly teasing. It’s precisely what he looks like when he’s above you, rutting his powerful hips into yours relentlessly, face morphed into a mixture of concentration and bliss. It’s what he sounds like when he pounds away at you, brings you to tears from pure bliss.
You want him. You need him. Your mouth is too empty, you decide. So you stand, shuffling over to him with an edge of guilt.
“Can you stop?” you say, standing by his mat.
He pauses, thick eyebrows furrowing. Concern quickly fills his sharp features.
“What have I done, my love?”
“You’re hot. It’s distracting me,” you tell him, crossing your chest.
His shoulders sag when it hits him he hasn’t actually done anything wrong and he chuckles, a deep rumble in his broad chest. “I apologise. Can you forgive me?”
“I will if you let me suck your dick,” you say, already sinking to your knees between his robust thighs. There’s mischief dancing behind the batting of your eyelashes, enticing your sweet boyfriend.
Wakatoshi likes to think he’s focused– it’s what he’s been told all his life, by coaches and teachers alike. His concentration never wavers, his determination ever so stable. Around you, though? He becomes entirely unrelenting.
It’s why he doesn’t stop you as you paw at his jersey shorts, smoothing a hand up his thigh, along his crotch, up to the waistband. It’s why he nods when you peer up at him for permission to pull them down his legs, no matter how simple it would be for him to ask you politely to wait until he finishes the few reps he has left.
His boxers come down and his cock, half-hard, springs upwards in its entirety. Your fingertips barely touch when they wrap around the tanned flesh which jumps when you start stroking up and down gently.
Drool pools in your mouth, your lidded eyes dropping to the sight of your boyfriend’s perfect dick. With your bottom lip caught between your teeth, you pump up and down his veiny length until he’s rock hard and blushing and pearly rivulets of pre dribble from the slit of his tip.
That’s when you start to drag your tongue along him, from his base all the way to his head, watching attentively as his head falls back and he showcases his glistening Adam’s apple. He’s always so sensitive, falling apart at your slightest touch.
Your thumb teases his slit, smearing pre over his tip as it leaks while your tongue traces the veins that adorn his cock. And then, with a lustful hunger burning deep in your abdomen, your lips wrap around him and swallow.
You hardly give yourself a second to adjust as you take half of him without hesitation, tears welling and throat clenching as you adjust to the girthy intrusion. Wakatoshi hisses as his giant hand flies to your scalp, stopping you before you can push yourself any further.
“Easy, my love,” he says in a strained whisper.
It’s hard to take his advice when you peer up and catch the tensing of his hard muscles, the parting of his lips, and the affection that glimmers in his olive eyes. It urges you on, really.
You pull back with webs of spit connecting your lips to his cock, stomach fluttering as your boyfriend brings his hand to your cheek and strokes it with his thumb. A second later and you’re dipping your head back down to envelop your mouth around him, choosing to bob your head this time.
“Oh, f-” Wakatoshi cuts himself off with a groan, your throat so warm and tight around him that he shivers. He sighs when your free hand moves to grasp at one of his heavy balls, squeezing lightly but it’s just enough to make his cock throb in your mouth.
As you bob, you take him further and further until your nose is pressed to his pelvis and the dark wiry hairs of his happy trail tickle your skin. He squeezes his eyes shut from the jolts of pleasure that travel deep into his core, his brain turning to fog from the bliss of your slippery mouth. His flesh becomes seared, the blush on his cheeks seeping down to his chest.
Your throat clicks and splutters around him–he’s so big, not meant to be taken like this, and yet you do. With wet eyes and a numb mind, you keep him shoved down your mouth as your fingers take turns fondling one of his balls at a time.
Wakatoshi thinks he’s close to passing out. He can hardly remind himself to stave off his orgasm, too busy as he’s rapt by the burning pleasure of your tongue working his cock.
You pull away, heaving for air, but it’s only to mouth at his balls and suckle at them until they’re covered in your slobber. You trail your tongue along the underside of his cock next, watching him gulp– watching him slowly fall apart.
When you swirl your tongue and suck lightly at his tip, Wakatoshi moans. His abdomen tightens, his fingers scratching at your scalp as they tangle into your roots. He’s losing all semblance of composure. You can tell, from the way his thighs tense and ragged breaths fall from his lips.
“I’m- close,” he groans, low, through clenched teeth.
You’re bobbing your head again with determination, the lewd sounds every time you lower your mouth only bringing Wakatoshi to his edge more quickly. With your hand pumping up and down simultaneously, he doesn’t stand a chance.
His cock twitches in your mouth, and with a deep, rumbling groan that shakes his entire body, he releases. His warm load spills down your throat, his muscles bulging as pleasure wracks his huge body. A Roman god succumbing.
As you pull off of him to replenish your lungs, Wakatoshi’s mind is airy. To him, one thing becomes clear, however.
He lunges forward, scooping you up with ease despite having orgasmed just a moment ago.
“Wakatoshi!” you squeal as he tosses you upon the couch. He kisses you, messy, licking into your mouth like he’s trying to taste himself on your tongue. It makes your head spin.
“I’d like to make sure you’ll forgive me,” he says, still breathless and blushing. His hands wander up your t-shirt, fingertips brushing at your skin making you shiver. “Will you let me return the favour, please?”
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teamatsumu · 6 months
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kinktober 2023 -> day 8
domination - ushijima wakatoshi x reader
word count: 895
kinktober masterlist
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Ushijima Wakatoshi was a man.
In every sense of the word, he was the most man a man could be. You knew you couldn’t tell him that. It would only confuse him because of course he was a man, Wasn’t that obvious? But he didn’t get it like you did. He didn’t get how man he truly was.
He showed it in subtle ways, in the possessive touch of his hand at the small of your back, guiding you through crowds and making sure you didn’t stray too far. It showed when he wouldn’t let you carry anything, whether it was grocery bags, your own backpack, and sometimes even your purse if you had chosen a bigger one to hold your possessions. It would show in how he handled your daughter, gently despite his massive size, when you would walk in on him swinging her around as she hung from his bicep, shrieking in delight.
It showed in less gentler ways when it was just the two of you, in the darkness of your shared bedroom, when Ushijima pressed your body into the bed until you couldn’t move, until all you could do was lay there and take what he gave you, long hard strokes of his massive cock, bullying itself into your poor cunt without any care, knowing you well enough to know you loved the burn of it. He manhandled you whichever way he liked, bending and twisting your body to bring maximum pleasure to you both, making sure he hit all the right angles, but not letting you dictate the terms at all. And it turned you on so bad.
You loved that he was so dominating, that he didn’t like the idea of not having control. It meant that you could shut your brain off and let your husband do whatever he wanted to you, trusting that he would get you to the edge and make you topple over it. Like right now, you laid under him perfectly pliant, letting him fuck his cock into you over and over until your thoughts were nothing but a jumbled mess in your otherwise empty head.
Ushijima held your hands above your head by a single grip on your wrist, restricting any and all mobility you could have. You watched, eyes running down his sweaty body, all the curves and dents in his muscles shining with sweat, abs flexed as he worked his hips into you, watching the little bulge right at the bottom of your stomach, something that you knew had always fascinated and turned Ushijima on. Your hands struggled then a bit, out of instinct, trying to give in to the urge to run a hand over his bare, slick torso.
Ushijima sensed the movement, looking up at you with heated eyes. His movements never ceased, never even slowled, as he observed you trying to wrestle against his grip.
“No.” Came the simple answer.
You bit your lip, pleading with him. “Wanna touch you, Toshi.”
He shook his head, increasing his pace until you were gasping and arching into him. His eyes trained on your breasts, unable to stop himself from leaning down and sucking a nipple into his mouth. You moaned, feeling yourself gush around him more. The sounds of his thrusts grew wetter, filthier.
“Take what I give you.” He ordered once his mouth was free again, still leaned close to your chest, licking at the mounds. “You will get there. I will get you there, I promise. Just do as I say.”
And you did. You let your body go pliant again, let him drive his cock deeper and deeper into you, biting and sucking on your breasts until you were cumming, just as he released your hands and let you cling to him. He let you ground yourself as your orgasm overtook your body, your nails digging into the skin of his back, his cock not slowing down for a second until he had emptied himself into your thoroughly fucked out pussy.
At the end of the day, he really did know what was best for you. Why else would you trust him so completely with your body?
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doingitforbokuto · 6 months
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haikyuu boys and their kinks pt. 4
-> other parts
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-> USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI
-> nipple play (on him) 
"I wanna make you feel good today," you whispered into his ear as you rocked your hips into his lap. His mind was already hazy with pleasure that he just nodded. Anything to keep you close to his cock. 
Usually he was the one making you lose your mind with pleasure but every now and then, he enjoyed just sitting back and letting you do what you liked with him. Kisses were pressed to his face, down his jawline to his neck. Your face pressed into him as you tried to get closer and closer, lips pushed against his sensitive adam's apple. 
"You smell so good." You inhaled his scent as you slipped your hands under his shirt, scratching against his abdomen ever so slightly before pulling the fabric over his head. "And you look so good, too." 
Wakatoshi watched you with his half-lidded eyes, trying to stop himself from closing them all tge way and throwing his head back when you moved lower and started groping his hard cock through his pants. He moaned out loud as his hand shot up to grab the back of your head, not realizing how he pressed you into him in the process. It only dawned on him when he felt you kissing up and down his chest, lips carefully brushing against his left nipple. 
Never in his life had he made a sound like the one he made in that moment, a surprised, choked up half moan-half gasp. His hips pushed into you, cock furiously jumping into your hand that had managed to squeeze into his now tight pants. 
"Do that again." The way his voice came out almost made you pause for a second - it was rough and husky, but just above a whisper. It was demanding and begging all at the same time. You had never heard him sound like that before. You almost paused - almost. But his pressing request and the way he was pushing you back into his chest gave you no time to actually think about it. 
You went right back to kissing him, first around his nipple, then right on it before experimentally sucking on it for a second. The cock in your hand was begging for attention at the same time, jumping every time you touched his nipple. Wakatoshi was panting above you, his head now actually thrown back and his eyes no doubt squeezed shut as he tried to focus on your movements. 
"You like this, huh?" The moment you stopped sucking on his left nipple you let your hand run over his right one, twisting it between your thumb and index finger before tugging on it gently. His lips were parted and you could swear that they looked puffy, almost like he had been biting his lower lip. "Don't worry, I'll make you feel good. Just like I promised."
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sugawarassoulmate · 1 year
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LOVE SICK USHIJIMA WHO LOVES groping (pretend that was crossed out) TOUCHING YOU. all the time, he gets so handsy but ur so soft and pretty, he can't help but to kiss ur neck during movie nights (which eventually leads to him giving you hickies all over your chest, naturally(
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never being able to finish a movie with ushijima because he just takes the time to start kissing you. the movie is only on or less than 10 minutes before ushi's lips are on your neck.
you try to ignore him at first but then his hands start wandering until he's basically got a hand down your shorts. "toshi!" he pulls away, staring blankly and waiting for your answer. "i'm trying to watch the movie."
ushi's face is unreadable—like how it is most of the time. "i know." is all he says. rolling your eyes, you avert your attention back to the screen but it's not long before he starts up again. pushing your shirt up to bite and suck at your chest.
when you start squirming again, toshi's confused. as far as he's concerned movie time equals alone time. and alone time means he gets to put his hands on you. what's the issue? maybe he's not doing enough, so ushi starts grinding against you too. his hardening cock pressed against your clothed cunt. his large hands pull your shirt all the way off, tugging at your bra until he can finally get one of your nipples in his mouth.
"toshi—fuck," you gasp. it's useless trying to push him away when his body is so much bigger than yours. eventually, you just say "fuck it" and let him have you. it was going to happen anyway, you just really wanted to watch this movie.
maybe next time 🥴
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loveazumane · 1 year
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—virgin.
summary: virgin ushijima and not-so-innocent reader
warning(s): nsfw! virgin!ushijima. pervert!ushijima. masturbation (male). slight age gap.
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ushijima, 20 late something professional volleyball player, meeting his manager’s early 20s daughter who’s sinfully naughty—she a vixen in disguise, wearing cute sundresses and cute makeup and cute accessories and speaking in that cute voice to ushijima as she touches his chest, squeezes his arm, and presses her breast against him as she pretends to reach for something next to him.
but ushijima is not just a 20 late something professional volleyball player. he’s also the unbelievably attractive old virgin who doesn’t know how to speak to girls, let alone handle them. ushijima is a virgin loser who blushes at y/n’s touches, from her hugs, her light caresses, and to her soft voice when she speaks to him.
“ushijima?” she would say. “would you like me to get you some water?”
she’s always fetching him water. sometimes a towel. and ushijima only nods, cheeks blushed with the prettiest shade of pink when she smiles in delight and spins on her heels and runs to fetch a bottle of water—one she doesn’t even need to fetch because he’s already got his own. but seeing her turn around, the short cherry sundress spinning in the air and showing a hint of white red underwear. red. not a color for a girl who was innocent and pure. but ushijima didn’t know that. but y/n? oh, she knew.
“ushijima?” y/n jogs over with the bottle and she trips.
like every cliché, her knight and shining armor—in this case it’s ushijima—catches her with ease before helping her stand straight. he stares down at her and becomes aware that she’s pressed against him, chest squeezed in the nicest way to make her breast sit pretty. ushijima feels his cheeks heat up, and goodness he feels something in him, something like when his stomach does flips. he lets go of her immediately and asks if she’s okay. y/n only squeezes her eyes shut as she apologizes and looks away in shame.
“i spilled the water. i’m so sorry!” she exclaims.
and that’s when ushijima notices how much damper his shirt has gotten. it trickles all the way down to his abdomen. then… he notices it clearly on y/n. her dress is white with little cherries and the water that spilled on him was more prominent on hers. it makes her dress transparent, showing the bright red bra y/n had on. he gulps, not sure what to say, but he certainly knows how he’s feeling.
“you… i…” ushijima’s heart quickens. “y/n.”
“hm?” she peers up at him with innocent eyes. “yes, ushijima?”
goodness, the way you said his name… it can’t be innocent—there’s no way it could be. you’re just being nice and soft. there was no underlying tone. but ushijima is too dense to realize that you weren’t doing anything with good intensions.
and that wasn’t just the beginning. so many more “accidents,” so many more of ushijima trying to calm his pacing heart and his burning cheeks. every night, his only release was to touch himself. it helped get rid of the thoughts of her. the thoughts of you. your breath, your touch, your smile, your body, your voice, your pretty face—your entire existence. you, you, you, you. every action and word, it all plays in his head like a mantra until his cumming all over his hand at the thought of you, your name tumbling from his lips as he bucks and grinds and empties every last drop of his seed.
those bad intensions of yours don’t even stop there. it’s driving him crazy. he doesn’t know what to do. he’s like a dog in heat. every night—every damn night is hard for him. he can’t sleep without stroking his cock with you on his mind. he can’t get your pretty voice out of his head unless he’s cumming to it. and it becomes worse because he’s on a trip abroad with the team, taking a break and having some bonding time with the staff as well and you’re there. you’re always across the room from his. it’s a coincidence, but it seems like even the universe wanted to work in your favor. but for ushijima’s, it was completely working against his.
fuck, every night now he strokes his cock, once or maybe twice, thinking of the fact that you’re just one knock away. so close, but yet out of reach. he can’t even hold his groans as he squeezes his eyes shut and releases over his palm when he hears your cheerful laughter from beyond the walls. y/n, y/n, y/n, his head would chant, and it falls off his lips eventually too until he hears that click! and you stand there, the door’s open wide, the light’s shining right in to reveal the bed—to reveal ushijima cumming all over his palm with your name falling from his lips in the most lewd and disgusting way. his thighs, large and tense, open wide to reveal his thick balls and his equally thick and long girth that’s wrapped with his large hand. everything is out in the open and it’s a sight.
“y/n,” it comes out strangled and breathy. and the tone, though filled with post clarity and pleasure, is guilty and scared.
he stares at you, caught in the act. his eyes are filled with shame, but he can’t move. but then you smile and it confuses him. it’s not the smile he recognizes. it’s not soft and sweet and it’s almost like a smirk. you didn’t look mad or disgusted—and that’s because you weren’t. and that’s when ushijima realizes as you shut the door behind you and you click the lock into place. and everything becomes clear to him—every smile, every chat, every question, every touch and caress you have ever given to ushijima… he understands now.
his mind begins to clear more and more. every event unfolds as the night progresses from the help of you. from the first 10 minutes where you situate yourself between ushijima’s long legs and thick thighs, sucking his cock and lightly squeezing his balls with your palm to the next 20 minutes where you’re grinding your pussy along his hard length to soak him with your juices all the while kissing and sucking and nibbling on his pretty skin.
“y/n.” this time, it’s pleading. his tone is weak and hoarse, and ushijima is begging to a girl much younger than him. to a girl who was definitely not as innocent as he thought she was. “fuck, fuck, please put it in. i might cum too early.”
but you don’t listen. god, he should’ve known—should’ve known that you weren’t the type to listen. not with the way you had taken his cock to the back of your throat and not the way you carelessly littered his neck and collarbones with hickeys.
he can feel how slick your pussy was as you continue to grind down on his cock, your folds parting so nicely as you rub up and down his tip. and sometimes he thinks it might slip in when it sinks slightly into your hole, or when you jolt when it rubs down on your clit a little too hard, but it doesn’t. and it drives him insane. he’s panting and groaning and he’s whimpering. and then he cums, his seeds spilling over his stomach and his hands shoot up to your hips to stop you from moving because it’s so sensitive and he hasn’t came more than twice before in such a short time.
“let go, ushijima,” you say.
ushijima freezes. his eyes lock into yours and he sees how different you look compared to before. your eyes are darker. now, he feels stupid for not noticing how bad you actually are. how naughty and lewd you were. a real fucking devil in disguise.
and like he was under a spell, he lets go and squeezes the sheets below him hard when you lift off his cock after brushing up against his tip. you lean down and dart out your tongue to lick his cum clean before doing the same to his cock. ushijima squeezes his eyes shut at the painful yet pleasurable sensation of your tongue swirling around his tip until he opens them when you’re done.
“why don’t you let me cum too, ushijima?” you whisper, crawling up to meet him at face-level, lips hovering over his. “would you let me cum on your face? i’ll let you put it in if you do.”
and ushijima snaps out his his daze and brings his hands up to your ass. with so much ease, he lifts you up until your dripping pussy is hovering over his face. it makes you remember that ushijima wasn’t just a regular virgin loser. he had muscle and weight on him and he was tall in comparison to you. much larger even. and ushijima wanted to remind you of that. he wasn’t just something you could toy with. not for too long anyway. and he was gonna prove that.
he lowers you down and flattens his tongue over your pussy and drags it from your hole to your clit. and it not only feels good, but it sounds good too because it’s so fucking loud that it vibrates against the walls along with the embarrassingly slutty moan that falls from your lips. and now you knew that you weren’t the only one being underestimated because you had just realized you were gonna be in for a very long night.
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— in which the heir to the biggest mafia/yakuza in japan is in an arranged marriage with a foreigner & it turns into a wicked jealous filled obsession. inspo from happy together by the turtles
( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, her/she pronouns, female pet names, yandere themes, yandere!ushijima, mentions of violence, mentions of blood, mentions of murder, mentions of gore, yakuza/mafia au, choking kink, character death, possessive!ushijima, ooc!ushijima (only said ooc cause he does not act like the way he acts in hq), toxic relationship, ushijima father slaps him in one part, arranged marriage au // minors dni ! repost from old account!
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀this fic won the mystery fanfic repost poll.
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HOW COULD SOMEONE’S HANDS FEEL SO COLD? That thought lingered in the back of your mind when you felt Ushijima Wakatoshi’s hand placed on the lower part of your back as you waltzed around the venue. You remembered how his touch felt so cold that it sent a shiver down your spine even though minutes ago you complained about how hot you were in the vintage well-tailored white dress. You never expected your life to change suddenly due to your father. It was a bit comical considering that he got you into this marriage and didn’t even bother to show up to walk you down the aisle. 
You felt like a sheep among some vicious hungry wolves. You had no friends in Japan. You had no family in Japan. Just Ushijima and his circle. You couldn’t even contact your family unless they contacted you first. You would think that you were the president’s daughter, but you were only one of the richest men in the world's daughter. That came with consequences. Your life was always under a microscope. Eat this. Dress this way. Don’t date this person. Attend this university. You didn’t actually think you’d be scribbling ‘have an assassination threat on your head’ off your Bingo card.
So here you were, bound with Ushijima Wakatoshi for your safety and the future of your family. You should have known that an arranged marriage was going to be put on the table. Someone would question why a foreigner has been hanging around the notorious family that controls more than eight districts in Japan. You planned to lay low, enjoy your time in Japan, maybe go back to school, and then when your father contacted Ushijima’s father, go back home. But the thing is, you knew that there wasn’t any going back home. For all you know, your father could have been dead. The thing is you knew this marriage wasn’t going to be rainbows and sunshine, Ushijima didn’t even smile as you waltzed down the aisle in a room of strangers. You remembered the deadpan look he gave you, but that last dance is what caused your stomach to form the most horrendous knots as he brought you closer. You could feel his breath trickle at your earlobe before he whispered, “The only one for me is you, and you for me. We both have a lot on the line when it comes to this fuckin’ marriage. We’re stuck with each other, so let’s make sure this work.” 
Even though he uttered those words in your ear over two months ago, you and Ushijima just couldn’t work. It wasn’t like you weren’t putting in the effort, you did. You even learned how to cook some of his favorite dishes and even then, you still were met with a harsh cold steel door. You remembered vividly when it seemed like a switch was turned on in his head. You sat in the living room like the pretty wife you were. The diamond ring on your wedding finger glistened under the family mansion light, you hated to admit that Ushijima picked out a beautiful ring when there wasn’t much meaning behind it. You were confused about why you and Ushijima were summoned here in the first place. It wasn’t like you two were doing anything romantic anyway, just you watching the maids cater to him due to him partying the previous night. When you heard the harsh footsteps and your eyes watched as men bowed as the Takashi Utsui entered the room. By the looks of his face, he looked pissed and your mind instantly panicked. You toyed with the ends of your dress as you watch Ushijima stand up with urgency to greet his father. 
Your eyes bulged outward when you heard and witnessed the harsh slap Takashi placed against Ushijima’s cheek. The room was so silent and you observed everyone in the room. No one bulged at the action as if it happened before. You watched as one of Takashi’s men rushed to his side handing him a folder. He opened it with urgency revealing the photo of Ushijima in a club the previous night. A woman was on his lap kissing his neck. Your eyes instantly lowered in embarrassment. Even though this marriage had no love, you still felt a form of humiliation. 
“What did I tell you before you said I do to that woman right there?” Takashi’s finger points at you. 
Ushijima's jaw clenched tightly as if he was holding back an explosive bomb. 
“Huh? I can’t seem to hear you.” Takashi stepped forward toward his son. His head tilted to the side as he was trying to hear Ushijima’s words.
“That if I embarrass her, I’m dishonoring my family,” Ushijima said.
“And?” Takashi asked.
“And she’s a part of the family now,” Ushijima said. 
Your heart was beating so hard at the word. You watched as Takashi's fingers combed through his hair. He let out a sigh to calm himself down before he’s walking over to you extending his hand for you to take. You hesitantly took it as he helped you up, walking by his angry son to walk into the family garden in the backyard. Your hand grasped at his arm as you walked by his side. The sweet scent of the Cherry Blossom tree that was in their backyard. You remembered Ushijima mentioning that his father got the tree grown in the backyard because his mother adored the scent of when the petals free-fell to the ground. However, even though his parents divorced his father still made sure the tree was taken care of.
“I want you to go out,” His father commented as he was walking around the garden. He could feel your grasp upon his arm tighter, “You’ve been trapped up in the house while my reckless son goes out and embarrasses our family,” He commented. 
“I don’t know anyone to go out with sir,” You commented. “I would rather be home, especially considering that it would only be a burden. Do I need to remind you, that I have a hit out on me?” You pointed it out.
You watched as his lips formed a straight line, “Of course. I won’t let you go out alone, you’ll be with my assistant and her friends. Plus, I’m sure I’ll have some men in there if you need them,” he reminded. 
You would look at him before simply nodding, not bothering to argue with him once again. “Okay.” was the only thing you said before he let go of your hand. 
“Please enjoy your time out. I would hate to have to tell your father you hate it here.” He responded. “You deserve to be happy and I’ll be sure to ensure that.” 
You forced a smile on your face which seems like you were doing that a lot. The sweet scent of the cherry blossoms lingered up your nostrils before you were speaking once again, “Okay, thank you.” You gave his arm a squeeze and a kind smile before departing to go back into the luxury home. 
You were expecting to be met by Ushijima, but he was nowhere to be found. It didn’t particularly shock you, he got embarrassed in front of everyone. You were expecting to be met with your usual driver who hardly spoke to you unless you spoke to him first but instead was met with Tendou and Kai. Your eyebrows raised as you stared at him, “Let me guess, you’re taking me home.” You sighed and you didn’t get an answer, but you did follow them outside the huge mansion. 
When you got in the SUV, you would sit in the back instantly indulging in the things on your phone before you heard Kai’s voice. “He actually does care about you, you know?” 
You would shake your head, “Has a funny way of showing it.” You answered.
“But, please do not do something tonight that will upset him,” Tendo warned as his fingertips tapped at the steering wheel.
You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “He gets to go out and act a damn fool, but wants to lose his mind if I do the same,” You kissed your teeth. “I’m going to go out and have so much fun like his father said to do.” 
The remaining amount of time in the car was quiet before you were dropped off at the luxury mansion that you resided in. Despite you decorating the huge mansion to your liking, it still didn’t feel like home. You were greeted by one of the maids, and you would only tell her that she could take the day off, especially considering that you believed today was one of her children's birthdays.
“But Mr.—“ The maid's words were cut off by you.
“I will handle him. You guys can have the rest of the day off. Go enjoy your child’s birthday,” You explained as you watched her face light up before she walked away to grab her things. 
FOR ONCE YOU WERE ENJOYING YOURSELF. As you were at the bar attempting to flag down one of the bartenders, you could feel a male figure squeeze himself next to you and the countless others at the bar. His tall stature towered over you as you attempted once again to get the bartender’s attention. However, the man interjected whistling and getting the bartender’s attention. 
“That’s the trick, to get their attention,” He commented as he gave you a smile that you returned. It was like a bird calling as the bartender flocked to him effortlessly. “This beautiful young woman has been trying to get your attention. I’ve told you guys about not being aware of the customers in front of you.” He warned.
“Sorry sir, it’s a bit hectic back here.” The bartender apologized as his eyes traveled to you. But when he noticed who you were, he looked away with quickness. “What can I get you?” 
You would ignore his sudden break of eye contact and begin to list the drinks your section wanted. “Could you get them served to that section also?” You pointed to the section on the left of the club. “Add an extra bottle and just charge it to Ushijima Wakatoshi’s card.” 
The gentlemen next to you eyebrows raised as he was trying to mentally put a face to the name that fell off your tongue. You leaned against the bar patiently before speaking, “Thanks for helping me. I appreciate it.” You gave him a kind smile as you watched one of the bottle girls load up the drinks on a tray to deliver to the section you were at. 
“It’s no problem. We wouldn’t want to disappoint the wife of Ushijima Wakatoshi.” He responded. 
You rolled your eyes hearing that statement, which the man caught instantly. “Is there a problem? Are you—”
Your words cut him off with a quickness. “It’s not a problem. I am his wife after all, but I just hate that here that’s all I’m known for.” You said to the gentlemen. 
You understood that it was for the best for a lot of people to know who you were, but being known as the wife of a man who didn’t even take the marriage seriously himself felt even worst. You had so much more power than people expected, but here you were in an unknown world not being able to use that power. 
You thanked the stranger once again before attempting to go back to the section, but you felt him tug you back towards him. He lets out a firm sigh before extending his hand toward you. “Let’s start over, I’m Lev Haiba. I own this club.” His hand motioned around the crowds of people in the nightclub. 
You couldn’t help but snicker as you shook his head. “Y/N, heir to the biggest oil company in the world.” You answered. “But that has to stay between us.” You gave Lev a playful smirk and he only held his hand up in a defensive mode.
“Your secret is safe with me. I hope Japan is treating you well considering the uh—circumstances.” Lev says. 
You could hear the pity in his voice. “I’m assuming you’ve heard the news of my loving husband?” You asked as the two of you were walking towards the section you were in. 
“Everyone did. It was this club he was spotted doing said activities. However, it’s Ushijima Wakatoshi, no one is going to ruin his mood.” Lev admitted as he rubbed at the back of his neck nervously. “But I have said too much, I should get back to my job. It was a pleasure meeting you.”
You watched as he disappeared into the crowd, once again feeling like the sheep in a field filled with wolves as you sat down in one of the chairs. You instantly picked up the drink wanting to drink the night away. 
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WHEN YOU RETURNED HOME, you dropped your YSL heels on the floor as you stumbled into the house. You glanced at your phone and saw that it was four in the morning. You couldn’t believe that you stayed out so late. You definitely were going to have to rain check with the afternoon tea session with Ushijima’s mother. You attempted to tiptoe your way further inside the house not wanting to wake Ushijima (if he was home). You were aware that on some occasions Ushijima men would be at your house. It didn’t shock you that they were here in your living room doing god knows what. However, the weird feeling under the bottom of your feet caused you to instantly sober up. It felt wet, slightly slippery. You glanced down and your eyes grew big at the sight you were seeing. You had stepped in a small splatter of blood that decorated the thin plastic layer that was on the floor. Your heart rate increased instantly as you stumbled back in a horrified panic to be met with Ushijima catching you from falling. 
“I—“ Your words were stuck in your throat. Your hands were shaking harshly and your heart felt like it was trying to claw out your chest. Your eyes stared at your husband as the crimson-colored liquid stained the white Versace button-down shirt. 
“It’s good to know you’ve made it home safely. Now let’s go get cleaned up. We’re both in need of a shower anyway.” He firmly said. 
You felt Ushijima grab hold of your forearm. His blood-covered fingertips stained your brown skin. “But we have guests.” You stuttered out.
“That’s fine, they will be busy cleaning up the mess that you made,” Ushijima confirmed.
Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as you were being tugged into the shared bedroom. With urgency, Ushijima closed the door behind him. “Strip.” was the only thing he said as his hands went up to unbutton the buttons on his shirt.
You did what you were told, letting the dress you wore fall to the ground. You crossed your arms over your chest preventing Ushijima from seeing you like this. You didn’t even notice that he had already stripped out of his expensive clothing. You could sense him towering over you before you finally croaked out some words, “You said my mess? I haven’t done anything wrong.” 
Goosebumps decorated your skin when you felt Ushijima’s fingertips tracing alongside your side. His fingertips engraved you with the possible sin he just committed before you arrived home. He stopped right at the soft fabric of the thong you wore, letting out a low hum before pushing them down. You didn’t argue against his action. You weren’t sure if you were too afraid to or if you just wanted to see where this would go. You stepped out of your underwear before watching Ushijima disappear into the bathroom. The sound of the shower could be heard before his voice broke you out of your broken thoughts. Like an obedient dog, you walked into the bathroom with your hands still attempting to cover your bare body. Ushijima was already in the hot steaming shower washing over the blood that was on him. “I’ve already seen you vulnerable before, remember our wedding night?” He asked. “There’s no need to hide your body away from me.” He answered.
“You never responded to what I said. What mess have I created? You’re the one that’s going out every night and acting a fool,” You reminded him.
Ushijima let out a sigh, “Just get in the fuckin’ shower and we can talk.” He says, “Please.” 
Hearing him say please was a shock to you, you took a couple of steps forward opening the door of the walk-in shower to join him. In a different world, such an intimate moment would have your stomach flowing with butterflies. But right now, your stomach could only twist in dangerous knots while you let the steaming hot water heat your body. “Did you have fun last night?” Ushijima asked.
Your eyes met with his as you felt the warm cloth filled with soap brush against your body. He was kind enough to clean you himself. Similar to a doll maker creating a doll, you felt that’s what Ushijima was doing. You were his doll as soon as you walked down the aisle clutching onto his father’s arm. “I did. It was nice to not be bottled up in his house. It can get lonely sometimes,” You answered. 
“You have the maids, it can’t be that lonely,” He responded.
That was true. During your time living here, you managed to get to know each of the eight maids and two groundskeepers that worked to make sure Ushijima’s home looked nice. But it still felt lonely, cold. It didn’t feel like a home. 
“Although, I appreciate their help around the place. It’s not the same.” You answered as your finger went up to motion for the young man to turn so you could wash his back. “You know this. I’m not asking for much, but can we at least pretend we’re enjoying this marriage.” 
“I’m actually enjoying this marriage,” Ushijima responded with a chuckle.
“You have such a weird way to show it. Going out every night, being seen with other women—“ You stopped abruptly to let out a weary sigh. Not sure if the sudden feeling of being lightheaded came from the hotness of the shower or the fact that you’re finally voicing your opinions to Ushijima. “It’s humiliating.” 
Ushijima didn’t say much about your words. The two of you continued to shower in silence before eventually getting out of it. At this point, you had sobered as you toyed with the ends of the soft white rob Ushijima put you in. You watched as Ushijima waltzed back into the bedroom, “Well, let me show that I will change.” 
Your body leaned against the doorframe of the master bedroom bathroom, “Sex really can’t show me anything. Changed behavior though,” You said rolling your eyes at him. 
“Come on, when was the last time we actually had sex.” 
“You’re deflecting from the original conversation Ushi,” You sighed as you walked towards the dresser to find something to wear.
As you were searching for something to sleep in, you could feel Ushijima’s strong arms wrap around your waist. He tugged you closer to his body and you felt the growing boner poking at the fatness of your butt. “You haven’t called me Ushi since our wedding night.” He commented.
“You’re so annoying.” You sighed, but you didn’t bulge out his touch. “We both were drunk as ever that night. I can’t believe you still remember that.” 
“Of course, I remembered it. You moaned it so beautifully while your head was buried into a pillow,” Ushijima reminded you as you felt his lips press against the exposed skin on your neck. 
You felt your skin grow hotter with each harsh nibble, lick, and bite on your neck. One of Ushijima’s hands disappeared inside your robe and straight in between your thighs. His index and middle fingers swiped at your wet folder and indulged in how wet you were while you seemed to melt into his touch. “You don’t remember, hmm? How your thighs couldn’t stop shaking once we were done?” He asked as his fingertips that were covered in your wetness would rub at your clit. “How you wet up the sheets so badly?” 
You made direct eye contact with Ushijima in the mirror that was connected to the dresser. The once softness that was in his eyes for a split second was gone. You weren’t particularly super religious, but you were sure you were looking into the eyes of the devil. He undid your rob and tugged it off your bare body causing you to gasp suddenly. Your thighs quivered for more as you felt your own wetness stain the inside of your thighs. Ushijima stopped the subtle circular motion on your clit before he’s talking once again. “Tell me you remember that and I’ll help you cum,” His words tickled your earlobe and you nodded instantly.
“I remember. Ushi—“ You desperately coughed up those words. “I remember.” 
“Good,” Ushijima said while the grip around your waist grew tighter. “Now be a good wife and go to the bed and get on all fours, darling.” 
You did what you were told, being sure to grab a pillow to make yourself feel more comfortable. The anticipation bubbling into your stomach as you could sense Ushijima behind you. When you felt him tug you closer to the bed, you swallowed the large lump forming in your throat. Your cunt so eager to swallow his cock bit by bit even though you were sure he wasn’t going to be so gentle. When you felt the tip of Ushijima’s cock enter you, you chewed at your lower lip getting ready for him to instantly bottom down inside you. The faint memory of your wedding night when he specifically praised you on how well you took his dick swirled around your head. 
This time he took his time. Pushing his cock inside you slowly, teasingly, until you were gasping for him to put it all the way in. His large hands grasped at your waist before his hips begin to drive forward to be met with the soft flesh of your butt. Your head buried into the pillow caging in your moans before Ushijima grabbed the pillow and tossed it. “I need my men to hear you while they’re cleaning up your mess.” He said firmly. 
His fingers buried into the flesh of your skin while the sound of skin slapping against each other could be heard. Ushijima was in a complete trace as he watched his cock disappear into your addicting cunt. “Go ahead, moan out how good Ushi is making you feel while they clean up your mess.” He said through gritted teeth. 
“What mess?” You hiccuped out through moans. Your eyesight grew blurry due to the tears that accumulated through Ushijima’s thrusts. 
You let out a yelp when Ushijima grabbed a hold of your head tugging you upward. His chest pressed against your sweat-coated back before he let go of your hand to use that hand to snake around to your neck. “Don’t act foolish Y/N.” He answered.
You could feel Ushijima’s cock twitch inside you as he stopped his thrusts abruptly. His hand wrapped around your neck and you could feel him give it a slight squeeze before his thrusting continued. “You know my doll. When you press your thumb in someone’s windpipe, index finger to their carotid artery, and your middle finger applies pressure to their jugular vein…they’ll lose consciousness.” Ushijima said.
The heat of the moment of your breath grasping away for a couple of seconds due to Ushijima mimicking the same thing he just told her, he let go of you and shoved your face further into the fluffiness of the mattress. “Even when I nearly took your breath away, you only clutched around my cock even tighter.” He said darkly. 
His words sent a bone chilling shiver down your spine as you moaned out helplessly. “Ushi!” You moaned out.
His thrusting only continued, ignoring your little whimpers before he leaned over placing wet kisses on the middle of your spine. “You know that only makes a person lose consciousness, but if you continue you can damage the cortex of your brain which leads to your death.” He uttered as he was thrusting.
His chest heaved upwards as he traced his name upon your skin. “It took less than 6 minutes for your little friend Lev to finally fuckin’ die when I wrapped my hands around his throat.” He said through groans. You could feel his thrusting grow sloppy, he was about to cum.
“I had to clean up your mess Y/N,” he said. 
You felt yourself orgasm immediately. The dangerous shiver that went though your body made your body go into complete shock. Your gasping out for Ushijima. The thought of him killing a man that talked to you pushed you to the edge. Perhaps you did flutter around his cock even more at the sound of those words coming out his mouth. Ushijima still fucked you through the explosive orgasm until he too was cumming mess, not bothering to pull out either. Filling you up to the brim with his cum just to trap you as his. 
He let your body collapse on the bed like a rag doll. You were completely out of breath with his cum leaking out of you and when you met his eyes, they were soft once again. 
“We’re starting a clean slate starting now. No more outside interferences when it comes to our marriage. We’re going to be happy together if we like it or not.” He said as he leaned down to place a kiss upon your temple. 
“Now get some rest, my doll, we have tea with my mother in about eight hours.” 
You really were still a sheep upon the family of wolves. 
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ushiwhacka · 1 year
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time skip! ushijima wakatoshi + fem! reader | mdni | 1,127 words | established relationship, rough sex, creampie, cockwarming, ushi with a clingy girlfriend <3
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“you’re just gonna leave like that?” 
hand hovering over the doorknob, wakatoshi stops dead in his tracks at the sound of your voice, surprised to find you standing behind him with your arms folded across your chest and an expression that can only be described as petulant. 
“you didn’t even say goodbye!” you whine. 
ah. he takes a step towards you, and before you have a chance to complain further his hand settles in the crook of your neck. thumb gently rubbing circles into your delicate skin. “my love,” he’s so apologetic, so sincere even though he knows “i’m just going to the store.” you both know you’re just being a brat. but he can’t help it. you look too cute with your eyes closed and lips dramatically puckered, impatiently stomping your feet. his hand slides to cradle your neck as he pulls you towards him and slots his lips gently against yours. and though your attitude might be a bit sour, there’s nothing sweeter than the taste of you on his tongue. 
“kiss me again.” this time it’s just a quick peck, barely touching as he tries to escape your grip. but you’re basically hanging off his neck, still pouting, still not satisfied. “again.” 
“what is this one for?” the way his eyes soften melts your heart a little.
“damages.” you quip. “because you forgot.” 
and you’re gasping as his body crashes against yours, large hands catching you by the waist, guiding your legs around him. “i’m sorry,” close enough to share the air that you breathe before he pays his damages. firm and claiming, “i won’t do it again.” now you’re the one dumbfounded. limbs trembling and limp like jelly as he leaves your home with a soft smile and a promise to be back right away.
wakatoshi has learned that you’re clingy, and he doesn’t really understand. he has never asked anyone to share much with him. and he’s never given much of himself to anyone. and, well, no one has ever asked. until you asked, no, demanded. like the first night you spent together when you shoved your finger in his shoulder just moments after he had turned his back to you and demanded to be held. your hands wrapped around him and face nuzzling into his neck. mumbling something about how he’s so mean to just leave you like that. peppering little kisses down his throat until your breathing deepened. and the realisation that you’ve found comfort in him, his body going rigid at the very thought of disturbing your sleep. the months of back pain before he finally understood that you’d just wanted to be close, feel his skin on your skin, the warmth of his body, that was all the comfort you ever needed.
this unfamiliar feeling of being wanted and desired so greedily. after his morning run, salty with sweat and strands of hair sticking to his forehead. and, still, you make grabby hands from your shared bed, asking for a kiss to start your day, your due. sitting next to the sink, a coy smile on your pretty face, watching him shave because he looks so so handsome when he sticks his jaw out like that. 
perched on top of him, your paws on his chest, pinning him down on the bed as if he’s prey. and the way you’re looking at him with darkened eyes, he just might be. insisting he lets you bite him. “i could just eat you alive.” fingers dig into muscles, squeezing around his pecs.
“then i would be dead and you would be sad about it.”
you scoff, “not if i just have a tiny little bite.” and your gaze turns calculating. “hmm, your thigh.”
“no, i need my thighs.”
“your butt?”
“no.”
ugh. “your cheek then.” wiggling your hips, preening and purring into his ear, mouth grazing over his cheekbone. so determined to get what you want. then sinking your teeth into the plane of his cheek when he doesn’t say no. not deep enough to leave a mark, but long enough so that his skin is slightly red and shiny with your drool. 
you can feel his cock twitch against your clothed pussy as you lick over the bite mark, slowly and with intent. “ah!” you’re gasping and giddy at the thought of flustering him. “you liked that!”
“that’s not-” 
“but you did!” there’s nothing to deny as your hand wraps around his cock. sitting so heavy and pretty against his abs. “are you hard?” he is, and you’re giggling. 
acting so innocent as you move your panties to the side and rub his tip through your soaking folds. then slowly, too slowly, sink down his length, taking as much of him as you can. the flush spreads from his chest, to his face, to the tip of his ears. and he just looks so adorable underneath you. as you make him feel every inch of your pussy, hand still firm around the base. 
gasping every time you go down a bit further. the way your lips part and eyes glaze over makes his balls ache. he lets you toy with him until he’s heard one too many “baby, i can feel you here,” as you drag his hand up to your belly button, “in my tummy.” and he loses all manners, ruthless in the way his hips are rutting up into you. fast enough to make you grab onto his shoulders, and brutal enough to have you drooling on his chest. words long replaced by tiny sobs and some incoherent form of oh my god, ’s too much repeated over and over and over again. helpless against the strength of his grip. 
your little pussy spilling with his cock and cum that it’s all dripping from the sides. and even as you lay on top of him, motionless and sticky and sloppy, you won’t let him pull out, walls tightening around his sensitive length at every attempt. because you need to feel him go soft inside you, to feel so close and so full of him until you doze off in his arms. 
then he finds himself being away from you for the first time. and the silence that should feel peaceful is suffocating. and shaving his face feels pointless when you’re not there to ogle him. the spacious bed feels a little cold and very empty. and he decides to ask. phone in hand, a strange anxious feeling swirling in his stomach, hoping that you’re awake. the relief that washes over him when he hears your voice. his shirt on you and his pillow in your arms, whispering about your day like it’s some great secret. and he learns something about himself that night. maybe he’s also clingy.
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forusomimiya · 8 months
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"Strip for me honey, slow. I want to savor every inch of you" with those lustful dark eyes burning into your skin, you stripped before him as he asked you to, leaving you only that lace outfit, and eager to be touched as soon as possible by that businessman, who had not yet taken off his suit, and who remained seated in that leather armchair, illuminated from behind with the lights of the city that could be seen from up there, as if it were a field of fireflies.
"This is going to be the dirtiest night of your life, c’mere" the tap on his leg forced you to walk towards him. Sitting on his lap and entwining your hands behind his neck, he hid his face between your breasts, smelling them, restraining himself from leaving the marks of his fingers on your waist with his grip, when he let his lips walk down your neck, in the direction of your ear, where he whispered to you: “try to stay quiet, understand?”
You nodded silently. The grip on your chin melted you so extremely badly, that when you looked up and read the "good girl" on his lips, you swore you whined.
Soon he would fuck you raw on that couch. He would make you kneel before him and make you choke on his cock under the nickname of "pretty cock sucker", which would snatch your first orgasm, and then give a good show to those watching from below that tall office block.
"Show them how pretty you get when daddy fucks you rough and let you cum around his cock after you've been good for him" the thought that someone might be watching makes the fear grow in your body, but, no one here knows you. You just came to meet that man who courted you two days ago in a bar, to fulfill your fantasy of being fucked by a businessman in his own office.
It didn't matter who was watching, ‘cause the reflection of the lights in the glass of the window in which he had you trapped, would show the details that you like in such a man, reminding you for an instant what you are doing with your life right now.
A tall, broad-shouldered man, dressed but with his blazer long forgotten. Sleeves rolled up, revealing a trail of veins on his forearm, and an expensive black and silver watch on his wrist. The top buttons of the shirt open, as a good and sexy solution to the heat on his body, but not for you when you focused on his boobs. So big... you drooled. His tie tied around your wrists, and while with one hand he leaned on the glass, with the other he held your chin, encouraging you to raise your head to see you suffer better.
He wouldn't be long before he dropped his hand on your neck to squeeze it, the veins on the back of his hand showing as he put more pressure on your throat
"C’mon pretty girl, cum with me"
This man would be your ruin in the coming months.
IWAIZUMI, USHIJIMA, OSAMU, BOKUTO, LEV, DAICHI, MATTSUN, ARAN, KUROO
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ushijima wakatoshi treats you like a princess, but in the bedroom, you are his to pleasure, his to play with. when the lights go out, and the room barely illuminated by the small lamp, he knows how you love to be treated. not like a princess.
after all, it is his responsibility to take care of your needs. a responsibility he fully enjoys. he recognizes the glint in your eyes when he gets home late from practice, but he leaves you waiting in the bed while he showers, making sure he is clean before climbing in bed.
clothes fall off the bed onto the floor as you writhe in the sheets, his fingers hitting the spot the way you have been dreaming about the whole day. he feels pleased that he can bring you pleasure that your own fingers can't.
most of all, he loves when you squirm on his cock while he is fully sheathed deep inside you. his large hand resting on the top of your head, fingers threading through your hair, gently rubbing your scalp. an action that is in stark contrast of the corrupt act you are in.
and squirm you do as he patiently rubs your scalp after pushing himself deep inside you. the sensation of his dick moving inside you as you rock yourself on him makes your mind go blank and crazy at the same time. you are an addict beyond saving when it comes to him.
"be a good girl and stay still," he says in your ear, head buried in the crook of your neck. you nod, eager to please him, not a single thought in your mind. you know he will take care of you, he always does.
a/n: sorry not sorry :P not edited oops
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mavrintarou · 7 months
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Lord Ushijima Wakatoshi [1]
I tried to do one part... but this got too long. I feel like this is the smuttiest of all Lord series (tell me otherwise - let me know which one you think is the smuttiest lol). If you’re new, welcome to my Lord Haikyuu fandom, I have completed Lord series for Sakusa, Suna, Kita, and the Miya twins, check them out too!
Warning: explicit smut; angst; TW: miscarriage; reader is inexperience
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Wakatoshi thrust hard one final time before he withdrew and fisted his cock, he groaned as his cum shot thick white spurts all over Y/n’s belly and breasts.
Her eyes shut as her pussy spasm even after his withdrawal, the overstimulating effect he often left her in. Her chest rose with heavy breath as her legs that were pinned to her chest were finally freed from his grip. Y/n didn’t need to open her eyes to hear he was grabbing a towel, as always, he cleaned her up afterward.
Y/n opened her eyes and reached her hand out, indicating for him to give her the towel so she could clean herself up. He ignored her reach and began wiping his essence away.
She didn’t quite understand why he preferred to ejaculate on her, only to wipe it away. Not that she wanted him to cum while he was inside of her.
She lay there with an arm over her eyes while he wiped her down, even between her legs. The first time he did this, she panicked and nearly fought him until he ordered her to remain still with his stern Captain tone.
“We have a mission coming in two days, I need you to prepare – “
“I know, I know…” Y/n cut him off, even though he repeated the same thing every time they had a mission together. Somedays she wondered if she was more his assistant than his second in command.
She rolled over as soon as he set the towel back in the basin, that was her usual cue to leave. She grabbed her yukata and was about to slip it on when she was suddenly on her back once again.
“Who said I was done?”
Y/n’s eyes widened briefly before she quickly blinked them away. Lately, Wakatoshi has been keeping her in his chamber longer than before, not satisfied until he’s had his way with her.
“I’m – I’m sore,” Y/n murmured, cheeks flushing.
Y/n didn’t know the true meaning of soreness until her first night with her Captain. She has gone through the exact training and exercise the rest of her team has endured to earn their current position regardless of her gender and never once has she uttered a complaint, even in the face of soreness.
She knew she was inexperienced and lacked education about sharing a man’s bed since she was essentially raised a boy by her grandfather and spent most of her time in the company of men.
Since the day she rose to second in command, there was never a mission she was not by her captain’s side but the one time that she was assigned to a different mission that he only trusted her to handle… he returned in a state of discomfort.
“What happened to him?” Y/n demanded, being blocked at Captain’s doorway by Shirabu and Ohira.  
Reon avoided Y/n’s eyes, “he… uh – there… he’ll be fine in a couple of… hours. Or days.”
She narrowed her eyes at him before looking at Kenjiro, she knew he would tell her, he was the closest to her on the team. “Tell me Jiro – what’s wrong with Cap?”
Kenjiro looked uncomfortable under her strict gaze before sighing, “he was exposed to some unknown powder during this mission…”
Y/n’s eyes widened, and she made a move to brush past them and see for herself how the captain’s well-being was but they blocked her once more. “Move,” she demanded sternly, never once speaking to them with that tone.
Reon raised his hands in a defense mechanism, “listen, Y/n… you can’t see him right now… for his dignity… and maybe your safety.”
They were speaking in a circle and it was making Y/n frustrated.
“Yes, it is best if you don’t see him within the next… maybe a few days…” Kenjiro added, trying to avoid eye contact.
“If you guys do not get to the point and tell me exactly what is wrong with Cap, I will put you both down.”
Both men’s breath hitched as they straightened their shoulders in reflex. Kenjiro looked at Reon before he nodded. Kenjiro, the team’s medic expert exhaled before speaking, “we believe the unknown drug is a form of an aphrodisiac.” He paused, “since discovering this, Cap… Cap is in pain.”
“Are there no medicine or herbs to help?”
Kenjiro shook his head, “no, it will flush out of his system in time or… with assistance.”
“What kind of assistance?”
“Sexual… he is in a state of sexual desire… that is the only other way to help him is to meet his sexual desires.”
At that exact moment, all three of them jumped when they heard a crash coming within the Captain’s chamber. Both Kenjiro and Reon entered his room finding their captain on the floor naked.
Y/n has seen Wakatoshi topless many times due to tending his wounds but never has she seen him completely naked.
Wakatoshi turned his head, looking at Y/n with hooded dark eyes. “Y/n…” he groaned, a hand reaching out to her. “I need you…”
Kenjiro and Reon struggled to get him back on his feet, dragging him back to his futon.
“Y/n, you should leave – your presence might make it more difficult for –“  Kenjiro is knocked on his feet when Wakatoshi pushes him aside, trying to stand and make his way towards Y/n. “Y/n, leave!”
Reon interfered and wrapped his strong arms around Wakatoshi, “Wakatoshi, you are not in your right mind right now – please go back to the futon!” He was close to pulling the man with the same body size as his back to the futon until Wakatoshi maneuvered, shoving him off– making him fall right on top of Kenjiro, and knocking the wind out of him.
“Jiro!” Y/n ran towards the two but was caught by Wakatoshi in a bear hug. “Cap – get a hold of yourself!” She tried to pull herself free but it was futile when he held on to her tightly. His nose pressed against her exposed collarbone before she felt his hot tongue lick along her neck.
Looking at an unconscious Kenjiro and Reon who is trying to wake him up, a hand grips her jaw forcing her to look into the dark eyes of her captain.
“Only look at me, Y/n.” He growled, before pressing his lips against hers.
Y/n moaned into his mouth before breaking the kiss. “Reon, take Jiro and leave! I’ll handle Wakatoshi from here.” Reon refused, shaking his head but before he could protest, Y/n commanded him. “Go, now!”
Reon lifted the lanky Kenjiro into his arms and tossed him over his shoulder before hurrying out, closing the door behind him.
Immediately, she pushed against him with her might until he let her go. “Wakatoshi… this isn’t like you.” Her captain, whom she had known for years stalked her like she was his prey.
Jiro’s words earlier echo in her ears, meet his sexual desires…
Letting out a frustrated breath, she began to untie her uniform. Each piece of clothing dropped on the ground by her feet until she stood before him naked. She had some knowledge about intimacy between a man and a woman and heard plenty of tips from the men on her team.
She just needed to trick him, get him on the bed so she could knock him out.
Wakatoshi approached her, he looked taller and bigger without his clothing.
Was his shoulders always this broad? She found herself lost in admiration.
“Y/n,” he murmured, reaching to lift her chin so their gaze could meet. “You’re so…” his eyes drop to appreciate her naked form, “beautiful.” His arm snaked around her waist, pressing her against him.
Y/n gasped, feeling the hard ripples of his body pressed against her but what caught her off guard was his cock she has been avoiding was pressing against her abdominal. She pressed her palms against his chest to put space but Wakatoshi was faster, his hands picked her up easily off the ground. Her arms wrapped around his shoulder and legs around his torso. She can feel his rough callus hands supporting her naked bottom.
“Kiss me, Y/n… please…”
He held her higher, making her look down at him. Her cheeks flushed as he gazed at her desperately, pleadingly for her to put him out of his misery. Leaning down, she pressed her mouth against him, meeting his kiss hungrily.
She has kissed one other man but has never kissed them as intensely as now. She couldn’t recognize the lewd moans that were coming from her mouth continuing to meet Wakatoshi’s movement.
“Wai – wait Captain – “ she broke off the kiss, and flinched when she heard him growl in disappointment. His lips move to her jaw, nipping down to her throat. She looked over at the futon to see if she could get him to lie down, then maybe she could take the opportunity and knock him unconscious.
“I need you,” Wakatoshi murmured against her throat. “Need you now, Y/n… please…”
She gently lifted his face, meeting his dilated pupils with her gaze. Her heart raced faster than ever before. Throughout her entire life, she has never been swayed by anything yet at this moment, her heart and mind wanted to give in. She felt an undeniable yearning to yield, to grant him what he sought. “O – okay,” she heard herself say, “just once…” Her heart skipped a beat when his pouty lips curved into a smile, “don’t – don’t make me regret it…”
Wakatoshi muttered something under his breath before moving. Y/n turned her head to see where he was carrying her and frowned when he walked straight to the dresser and set her slightly on the edge. He pulled away and her eyes locked with his thick hard cock that was leaking from the tip. Her belly was smeared of the white milky essence.
Any words she had was lost as she watched him stroke his cock, her jaw dropped unknowingly as she has never seen something so exotic before.
He stepped forward, pressing the tip to her pussy, bit by bit he pushed forward and groaned, “relax for me.”
The tip impaled her entrance, making her tense at the foreign intrusion. “I can’t…” Y/n shook her head, whimpering, “I’ve never done this before… this is weird…”
“Look at me,” she looked up, the tone demanding her as her Captain.
Wakatoshi pressed his lips to hers, his tongue immediately searching to tangle with hers. As soon as she was distracted, he thrust in one go, fully embedded inside of her pussy.
He wrapped an arm around her back to keep her from pushing away from him. He cooed soothing words kissing her mouth as she swore at him about hurting her.
“You’re okay,” he repeated, kissing her tears away. “You can do this, you can take me, Y/n… I know you can otherwise I wouldn’t need you…”
Her fist gently beat against his shoulders, “you’re too… you’re too big…”
Wakatoshi half chuckled and choked a groan as her hot walls throb around his cock. He slowly began moving his hip in shallow thrusts until her wetness has lubricated his cock. As soon as it became easier for his entire length to penetrate her fully, his thrusts fastened. He groaned, pressing his forehead against hers, “you’re too tight… fuck I love it though… you feel so good…” Her soft whimpers gradually turned into moans as he continued to coo assuring affirmation. “You’re doing good… so good… you’re so good for me.” He hooked one of her legs over his arm, widening her legs to accommodate when he thrust inside her again. “You’re taking me so well…”
Y/n followed his gaze and looked down and was mesmerized at his cock pump into her pussy. How is it that seconds ago it was pain she felt, but now it is pleasure? “Cap – “
“My name.”
She peered up at him, biting down on her lip to hold in her lewd moans she never knew she could make.
“My name, Y/n.” He commanded again with a soft tone, “say my name.”
She shook her head, it felt too intimate saying his name while his cock was buried deep inside of her.
He shook his head with a grin, “stubborn woman.” He hooked his other arm underneath her knee, lifting her completely off the dresser. “Wrap your arms around my neck.”
She followed his command and immediately regretted it when he easily lifted her hips and began thrusting into her at the same time. Y/n’s grip tightened around his neck being at his mercy. “Cap – “
“Say my name!” Wakatoshi growled, nipping her ear. When she still refused, he sped his movement along with bouncing her harder on his cock.
“My Lord!”
Wakatoshi's movement halted as he unexpectedly heard her address him in that term. “Ahh… fuck…” he cursed as his cock pulsated. “Y/n… you little tease…” he whispered hotly into her ear. He just came but he was not close to being satisfied.
Y/n’s eyes widen as she quickly leaned back to look at him when he continue to keep rocking her on his cock. “What –“ The rest of her words turned into a moan as he started to bounce her on his cock. “Wait – you just – “
His hot breath teased her ear as he nipped the lobe, “more Y/n… I need more…”
“Wa – Waka – Toshi! Wait – you’re going too – fast!” Her ears were tuning in the lewd sound of their skin slapping together. “’Toshi! Stop – I feel – I feel weird!” Each time his cock filled her for a split second, it sends a pulse to the place she never knew existed. Her lower belly quivered like she was going to explode any second.
“Let go, Y/n – cum for me…” he whispered and commanded, “cum on my cock.”
Her back arched, her toes curled and her head thrown back as her body trembled. Her pussy throbbed and constricted around his cock. Wakatoshi's low groan mixed with hers as he finally stopped thrusting into her.
Her eyes widen feeling something warm shoot inside of her for the second time. Y/n fell limp against him, her head resting against the crook of his neck and shoulder as the last ounce of strength she had depleted.
Wakatoshi was lost in his world, still coming down from his high. His cock was still hard, the drug had not completely worn off even after such intense sex. “Y/n?” he called her name. When she did not respond he lifted her enough to slip his cock out. He heard something spill and glanced down to see a pool of milky essence.
He could feel her steady breath fanning his neck and secure his grip around her bottom, carrying her gently to the futon.
“Just stay.”
Y/n blinked, breaking out of the memories of how their rendezvous had commenced. “No, I want to sleep in my chamber.” She quickly got up but he caught her wrist, gazing at her with a soft expression that she had seen recently and making her heart race.
“Are you okay?” His tone filled with worry. “Shall I escort you back to your chamber?”
She shook her head, brushing his hand off, “I am okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She hurried before he could convince her to stay. Each time, it was becoming a challenge to say no to him.
[5 days later]
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It has been a few hours since Y/n finally woke up from days of deep slumber.
All she could recollect from the mission was that they were ambushed. Before heading out, she had an eerie and unsettling feeling about the mission that she had never felt before. Half a day into their mission something did not feel right when her six senses noticed the quietness around them.
Whatever had happened has been blocked out of her memories.
It was evident of her substantial injuries, her right shoulder was bandaged from an arrow piercing, and a stab wound in her left thigh.
Those were expected injuries, however, the one she did not expect and was still wrapping her head around even after the doctor had left her chambers was that she had miscarried.
She was pregnant.
Since the doctor left, her hand had been resting on her abdomen, where her unborn baby is no longer living.
She was foolish to disregard the risk of pregnancy after many nights spent in her captain's bed. He had been careful to withdraw and ejaculate on her body. Y/n was oblivious to the idea that she could still conceive otherwise.  Looking back, she must have conceived from her first night with him. It would be likely that she might have been pregnant prior to them making their intimate meetups a routine. She recalled the peculiar feeling of him cumming continuously inside of her the first night and it was that moment when she was lost in her bliss and pleasure she neglected to take any precautions.
The doctor determined the miscarriage was likely caused by the excessive blood loss she suffered. Her wounds themselves had put her body in shock and if the doctor calculated correctly, Y/n was more than three months along in the pregnancy. “You were still in the risky stages of pregnancy, it is nothing to dwell on as most women face this risk altogether.”
Her hand pressed against her flat belly, recollecting a few days prior when she noticed the slight weight gain but did not put too much thought into it.
“Captain went berserk.” Shirabu quietly informed, “you may not know but after everything, we believe that the ambush was to take you out first and then everyone else. Every one of them targeted you while you were trying to keep Captain safe.”
Y/n pondered, confused as to why she would have been the target but it would make sense strategically if enemies cannot get to the main target, then take out their protector first.
“My guess is that if they took you out first, it would be easier to take out the rest of us.” Shirabu stood up, “but please rest, for the time being, you are ordered to rest. Captain has ordered a checklist for the doctor to sign off before you’re allowed to return.” He kept it to himself, but he was sure the Captain would not let her return to active duty. He knew that Ushijima Wakatoshi would never allow her to lift her sword or wear her uniform after this mission.
“Shirabu,” Y/n called his name quietly, “does he – does he know about –“
Shirabu reached for her hand and squeezed it, “yes, he knows but only a few of us, including me and Reon. Do not fret, no one else won’t know.”
After he left her to rest, Y/n stared out the window and she didn’t notice the tears that slipped from the corner of her eyes.
Wakatoshi needed a moment to absorb Y/n’s report. His breath caught in his throat when the doctor reported to him her injuries and informed him additionally, the news of her miscarriage.  
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“This is precisely why some argue against women serving in the Shiratorizawa Scout regime,” he lamented, shaking his head in disappointment. “This incident alone could potentially lead to her removal as second in command once the report makes it up to the leadership and shame the regime altogether.” Closing his briefcase, he remarked, “the loss of the child has placed a significant mental burden on her. I do not believe she was aware that she was pregnant.” He pushed his specs upward, “even if she isn’t removed from the squad, it’s uncertain whether she’ll fully recover.”
The doctor remained entirely unaware of the identity of the person he was addressing, oblivious to the fact that Ushijima Wakatoshi was, in fact, the father of the unborn child.
Wakatoshi loomed over the diminutive doctor, whose expression swiftly transformed into one of fear. “You will not breathe a word of this outside these walls, do you comprehend?” Wakatoshi cautioned.
The doctor nodded, responding barely audible as he muttered, “un – understood.”
After dismissing him, Wakatoshi sat in his chair in deep thought. Had Y/n really not known she was pregnant all this time? And when did it happen? He had been careful to pull out every time even if he wanted nothing more than to cum inside of her…
“Argh,” he groaned, burying his face into his hands. If Y/n was pregnant, it meant that it must have been from the first time. Memories came flooding back as he remembers the exhilarating feeling when he would watch his cum ooze out every time he thrust back into her. His cock was still hard as a rock even after so many rounds. Y/n would whimper, crying out that she was too full of his cum and he would fuck his cum back into her until they were both sticky with their mixed essence.
“This is all my fault,” he muttered, fingers fisting his hair tightly. She was in this predicament because of him.
Wakatoshi shook his head to shake off the memories, it was not the time to think about the past. He shot up from his seat and headed towards Y/n’s room.
Entering her room with a hushed step, he discovered her seated by the window, her expression devoid of emotion. It was a welcome sight compared to finding her asleep every time he visited.
His gaze shifted to the untouched tray of food and he let out a sigh, remarking gently, “you’ve hardly touched your meal.”
As soon as their eyes met, Wakatoshi swiftly approached her, kneeling by her side and enveloping her in his arms, cradling her delicate form. Aside from tangling their limbs in bed, outside of that, they refrained from touching one another. He whispered softly, his voice filled with concern, “please, tell me. What do you want? What can I do to bring the light back into your eyes?” His words were muffled as he buried his face into her lap, seeking to comfort her.
After a brief pause, he raised his head and gazed into her vacant eyes. Even while kneeling, he remained taller than her as she occupied the chair. Tenderly, he cradled her cheek and gently urged, “Y/n, please, speak to me.”
She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his torso, burying her face into his chest.
His embrace grew tender as he enveloped her, holding her tightly. A hitch in his breath accompanied her trembling form and muffled sobs against his yukata.
All he could offer was a tighter grip, a comforting presence in her time of need.
[2 weeks later]
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Reon and Kenjiro did not dare breathe as Wakatoshi was a ticking bomb.  
Many often found him intimidating, though he was truly a gentle giant.
But in this particular moment, gentleness was nowhere to be found.  
Their gaze fixated on the slightly crumpled piece of paper clutched tightly in their Captain’s hand. It was almost certain that this was the official report regarding Y/n’s release from duty. The entire team had just been informed of her release and had come to inquire more information about it from their Captain, only to discover that he was the last to be informed.
Wakatoshi let out a low exhale, his focus still zoned out as he recollected his and Y/n’s last conversation.
“They will remove me.” Y/n said to Wakatoshi, “promise me you’ll pick Reon to replace me.”
Wakatoshi brought their foreheads together, “you’re not getting replaced, I’ll make sure your report only lists your injuries, nothing more.” He was willing to do anything to keep her by his side. He locked eyes with her, gazing into hers. “You are not alone.” His hand tightened behind her nape, “it was my child too, Y/n.” His statement must have caught her off guard as she flinched. “I may not know the pain you’re feeling, the suffering and the grieving but know this Y/n, I am in pain too. I’m suffering too. And I’m grieving for our child too.” His features softened, and he leaned up to kiss her forehead. “I’ll take all responsibility, I am at fault.” Wakatoshi sighed softly, he cupped her face with both hands, “Y/n, if you can give me six months, I will step down as Captain and we can settle down anywhere you would like.”
Y/n frowned and pulled away from his touch. “No, you shouldn’t do that.”
Wakatoshi frowned in return, “why not?”
“You do not need to do that for me, please don’t do that for me.” She pulls away from him completely, standing up and walking away. “It was not your fault at all, Cap. It wasn’t like you forced me, I allowed myself to get involved with you.”
“And it was my carelessness that made you pregnant, therefore, my responsibility.”
“And I am telling you that you do not need to take responsibility for it.” She shot back, “I am tired, please leave me alone.”
Wakatoshi left without uttering another word, and that marked the final exchange and encounter between them. The next day, he was promptly dispatched on a mission, keeping him away for half a week. Upon his return, exhaustion overcame him, and he slumbered for a continuous sixteen hours. When he finally awoke and sought out Y/n, her room was void of any presence. He initially assumed she might have been on break or he had approached at an inopportune moment, only to find her room empty upon his return each subsequent day.
“Captain,” Reon called out quietly, “what…”
“I don’t know, but I will find out,” Wakatoshi promised, exiting his office. He marched straight into his leader’s office without notice and slammed the letter on the desk. “What is this?” his voice is low and quiet.
The individual whom Wakatoshi regarded as a father figure let out a sigh and removed his glasses, setting the stage for a silent and intense gaze-lock between them. “It is exactly what it means, Wakatoshi.” He sighed, lighting up a cigarette, “I did the best I could to have her be discharged instead of dismissed. You know something like that could not have been swept under the rug.” He exhaled a puff of smoke and the frustration he had been carrying on his shoulder. “Y/n is one of a kind and she has shown nothing but loyalty and commitment to the regime. She will be a great loss to us but you both knew the bylaws.” He eyed Wakatoshi, “if it was anyone, you both would have been dismissed with dishonor but because you both are highly valued, I could only save you.”
“Tell me,” Wakatoshi began, his voice cold, “where in the bylaws states that a relationship cannot be established between a man and a woman?”
“That is the thing, you were comrades, you made the mistake and treated her like a woman.” He shook his head, “look, Waka – we are men and we have our needs but you should have found someone else, not someone who is your second-in-command.” He killed his cigarette and released the last puff of smoke.
Wakatoshi’s face hardened, “what happened and what was shared between Y/n and I is no one’s business when there are no laws that state that a man and a woman on the same Corp cannot seek a romantic relationship.” His body towered over his leader, making him slightly cower. “I’d like to see where that is written.”
“It – it may not be written but it’s definitely frowned upon.” He did not understand why Wakatoshi was making a big deal out of it. “Do you feel for this woman, Ushijima?”
“I owe you no explanation, I will be clearing my office and you will see and accept my immediate resignation letter by the end of the night.” Wakatoshi was out the door before his leader could utter a word, still processing his words.
Y/n gazed at her old and long-abandoned family home, realizing it had been over 20 years since she had last set foot inside. Pushing the gates open, she entered the property and took stock of the work that awaited her to bring it back to its former glory.
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The basket in her hand has become slightly heavy filled with vegetables and meat as she shopped. Y/n stared across the market at the textile store, seeing various kimonos on display.
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For years, she wore custom uniforms seven days a week, which left her with little need to have kimonos or yukatas, aside from the ones she wore to bed. The few she owned, she had brought with her, but they were all in black. As she examined the yellow kimono with white floral prints, Y/n found herself strangely drawn to it.
“I thought it was you, Y/n.”
Y/n looked up, her eyes widening as a smile graced her lips. “Chigaya Maru.”
She lost count of how many years it had been since she last saw him, from a little boy to a grown adult. His shoulders were broad and well-built, and she couldn’t help but believe that he had likely assumed the mantle of their family’s longstanding sword-smithing business.
“My mom would be so thrilled to hear you have finally returned home.” His expression softened as he smiled, “we’ve all missed you.”
Maru walked beside Y/n in silence as they made their way back to her house. “Come by the shop tomorrow, I’ll show you the pieces I’ve made.”
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They made it to the front gates, “sounds good, I’ll swing by soon. Have a good night, Maru.” She entered the gates, closing them behind her. She waited until she heard Maru’s footsteps fade before entering her home.
Her home still required cleaning and some additional repairs, but it was now habitable, and being in this familiar setting brought her a comforting sense of reassurance.
She laid down on the new futon she purchased and rolled over towards the window. For the first time in her life, she felt so alone.
It hadn’t occurred to her that her team may have been strangers at one point, but they all became brothers to her and became a family to her.
The captain’s face entered her thoughts, and she tightly shut her eyes, feeling the pain in her heart intensify, the ache of missing him becoming almost unbearable. Did he know of her absence by now?
In such a short amount of time that they were intimately involved, she would have never imagined how challenging it would be now to walk away from someone when they made you feel… loved and wanted. And made you feel like a woman.
Her hand slipped down and in between her legs as the place in between her legs ached.
Ushijima Wakatoshi made her addicted to his touch.
Her fingers slipped in between her yukata as she pressed the aching nub before sliding the pad of her fingers along her slit like how he always did it.
Y/n rolled onto her back and widened her legs, her finger teased her clit, rubbing it in circles. A lewd whimper escaped her lips the moment her finger slipped past her folds. “’Toshi…”
Her fingers were nothing compared to his but she tried to mimic his movements.
She let her mind imagine that they were his, that he was there in between her legs and fingering her with not one, or two but three of his thick fingers, curling them each time they were knuckle deep.
Her other hand caresses her chest until she finds her perky nipple, twisting and tugging it.
Wakatoshi never spared her nipples, always suckling them like how she had seen a mother breastfeed her baby. She had never seen a woman nurse a baby before and couldn’t help but be reminded when Wakatoshi’s lips found hers and suckled hard.
The naive Y/n had thought with the way he was suckling, milk would come out. “Toshi… you’re sucking too hard… I don’t have milk for you.” She blurted out.
He lifted his head, caught off guard by her comment. “Of course, you wouldn’t have milk, you aren’t lactating.” He chuckled at the confused expression, “you are not pregnant, you do not need to fret about lactating.”
“But you keep sucking like…” she blushed, turning her face away.
Wakatoshi gently gripped her chin and turned her face so they were looking at one another, “like what?”
“Like a… baby.”
“Like this?” he takes her nipple back into his mouth and suckles hard. “Do you like it when I do that?”
She nodded her head, “yes… I do.”
Y/n’s fingers easily thrust in and out of her pussy with how wet she has become. “Toshi…” she repeated, calling his name as her fingers fastened until her orgasm erupted. Her hot gummy walls squeezed and trembled around her fingers.
She looks down, seeing her legs spread wide and fingers still inside her pussy. She had never touched herself before yet, here she is, pleasuring herself the way Wakatoshi did. Her head falls back onto her pillow as she imagined how he would have cum all over her abdomen, his groan each time spurts ejaculated from the tip of his thick cock. She remembered the first time he had done so, he smeared it over her skin like it was lotion.
Y/n spread her palm over her abdomen, rubbing it like Wakatoshi had always done so. Her hand paused as she thought about her child who was no longer growing within her.
She found it amusing how overnight, she could change from a woman who would not hesitate to kill on sight to a woman who grieved for the child she did not know. She never knew the latter woman even existed in her. In an instant, she no longer wanted to be part of the Corp, the almost maternal instinct within her took over and the new her wanted nothing to do with that lifestyle no more. It was best she left the Corp and returned home to settle quietly and start a new life.
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[Five months later]
A towel pressed along her forehead, dabbing the sweat she wasn’t even aware of. Maru smiled softly down at her, “don’t strain yourself, Y/n.”
Y/n returned the smile and nodded, “don’t worry, I’m not.” She continued to sharpen the katana.
She was blessed with a job with the Chigaya. They were in need of a sword sharpener and that was a specialty Y/n possessed. The business sales increased drastically within days as many sought to have their sword refined.
“It is a mixture of pressure and light-handed when sharpening,” Y/n informed, showing Maru one afternoon. “You must use the right amount of water along with the pressure to stay consistent and prevent any damage to the sword.”
Maru’s father walks in, carrying a sword carefully in his arms. He set it on a stand, “here is another drop-off.” He sighed, his eyes filled with gratitude as he looked at Y/n. For generations, the family business thrived, but since Y/n had joined the team and taken on the role that had remained vacant for two decades, the business had experienced a remarkable resurgence. The word had spread like wildfire, and Chigaya Swords was not attracting clients from far and wide.
“Thank you, I will get to it shortly here,” Y/n answered with a smile. She does the final wipe-down before sliding the sword she was refining back into its scabbard.
“Y/n,” Maru’s father called her name softly, “where did you learn sword sharpening skills?”
“When my grandfather came for me, I stayed with him while he was still serving in the Corp. Being the only girl, I wasn’t exactly welcomed or liked and the man who was in charge of managing the weapons room, allowed me to help when I would always watch him from his doorway.” She is reminded how she was always pestering the man she called Uncle with questions to the point where he just had her try it out for herself. It wasn’t afterward that he realized that she might be useful to him after all and took her in as his apprentice.
When her Uncle was not welding a sword, he was teaching her how to hold a sword, how to swing, and everything there is to know.
At the age of seventeen, her Uncle encouraged her to join the swordsman tournament within the Corp, the winner would be recognized as a member of the Corp. On the day of the event, she shocked the entire crowd but nothing could be counted against her as there were no rules stating a woman could not participate.
She shocked the crowd a second time in one day when she was the last one standing, winning the tournament.
Y/n turned down the offer to join the Corp, insisting she would become a weapon welder.
For the first time, her grandfather, patted her head, “I am proud of you.”
He was murdered during an abrupt attack on the base. Y/n herself was gravely injured but as soon as her wounds healed, she hunted down the man who was responsible for her grandfather’s death and others.
She returned, bloody and battered but with the head of the Colonel.
Maru’s father affectionately patted her head, evoking memories of her grandfather and uncle, the last two who had done so. “We are deeply thankful to you,” he expressed. “Finding a skilled sword sharpener is no easy task. Not everyone possesses the gift touch to refine a blade as you do.” He looks past Y/n and at Maru, “come, I need your help.”
The two men leave the room that has become Y/n’s sanctuary. She reached to touch the top of her head and smiled. Such a simple gesture but it has always warmed her heart and soul.
Y/n peered out the window, her view obscured by the torrential rain. Rainy days had always made her sword-sharpening sessions feel therapeutic. Her gaze then shifted to the last remaining sword, the one Maru’s father had recently delivered.
She let out a sigh and extended her hand toward the sword.
Just as her hand was about to make contact with it, something jolted her, causing her hand to freeze in mid-air, a mere centimeters away from the sword. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest as she instantly recognized the handle of the sword.
“Your sword, Lord Ushijima,” Y/n spoke softly, carefully lifting the sword with both hands and offering it to him. “I hope you won’t mind that I completed your sword for you. We both know… Uncle would have been honored to present you with this blade.”
Uncle had just completed the construction of a custom-made sword for Lord Ushijima Wakatoshi, only to succumb to a fatal medical condition shortly thereafter. When Y/n and the others discovered him, he wore a serene smile on his face, having peacefully departed from the world.
“I’ve made some adjustments to the handle,” she said, lifting the sword above her head. “I believe a longer handle will be more fitting for you, especially since you swing with your left hand. This added length will provide both increased flexibility and stability in your swings.”
Y/n’s hands trembled as she gingerly lifted the sword. Among the swords she worked on so far, the Captain’s sword was the only one she knew of that had an additional inch and a half added to the handle.
There was but one way to confirm the sword’s owner. With a gentle pull of the scabbard, she revealed the blade, and as she turned it, her breath caught her throat.
As the final touch before handing the sword to its rightful owner, she meticulously engraved the letterings: Shiratorizawa – Ushijima Wakatoshi
E/n: next part might be shorter or like half of this.
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𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐘. he was one of the agents known for doing whatever it took to complete a mission. however, wakatoshi was about to face his biggest match yet.
of course he wasn’t aware of this when he accepted the mission that would make him encounter you. in fact he thought that this particular assignment would be easy. all he had to do was get some intel out of you then report back to his superior. his cockiness would lead to great consequences because he would soon discover that you were the worst foe he’s encountered.
you pegged ushijima as a spy the moment you laid eyes on him. you weren’t concerned about being his target. not in the least. if anything, you thought that this situation could be fun. for a while you enjoyed toying with the handsome secret agent but you couldn’t use him for entertainment forever. eventually he was going to take what he needed from you one way or another. if that was the case you were going to make sure you had FULL control over the situation.
that’s what led you two to this hotel room. ushijima was none the wiser about what was going on. that is until you dropped a bombshell on him, that you knew his real identity. you couldn’t help but giggle as he struggled to hide how shocked he was. for such a professional man of mystery he really was a cutie.
“oh i’m sorry” you say through your laughter. “did you think that i was this naive little thing that you could manipulate for intelligence? how adorable mr ushijima. i’m afraid i’m not so easily taken advantage of”.
wakatoshi’s head is spinning as you speak. what should he do? he’s never been compromised before? if you were to expose him it could get him killed. the typical protocol was to pull out of the mission or eliminate the threat. however, neither of those options were particularly appealing.
you must have noticed that the wheels in ushijima’s mind were turning because you whistle to regain his attention. “yoohoo, you’re still listening right? don’t worry. i’m not going to expose you. actually, i’m willing to give you what you want?”.
ushijima cocks an eyebrow at your words. was that so? no way you were going to make his life THAT easy. surely you’d want something in return. not dumb enough to just agree without knowing what the fine print was, ushijima questions what you’re looking for.
you can’t hold yourself back from smirking. “i’m so glad you asked,” you hum, spreading your legs. “i want you to fuck me”.
it’s so blunt that, for a second time, you cause the spy to lose his calm and collected composure. ushijima has to take a moment to think about whether or not he heard you correctly. after some careful consideration, he determines that you indeed ask him to have sex with you. ushijima doesn’t give you a response. not because he doesn’t want to, if he’s being honest he does. however just asking him to do such a thing makes him malfunction.
“want me to help you?” you eventually break the silence by beginning to remove your own clothes. when you’re completely naked in front of you, you approach ushijima and pull him closer by the belt. “don’t you want to?” you pout, unclasping his belt. “i’ll tell you whatever you want to know if you make me cum”.
ushijima swallows thickly before pulling your hands out of his pants just as you palm his bulge. “get on the bed” wakatoshi gruffly orders, opting to undress himself. a wave of excitement washes over you before you do as you commanded. luckily you won’t have to wait on all fours for long before you feel ushijima’s tip rub against your ass.
impatiently, you whine when ushijima spends far too much time sliding his girth between your plump asscheeks. that earns you a swift slap on the ass from ushijima. it seems as if his confidence was being restored. you might be holding the cards right now wakatoshi was determined to regain some sort of control. even if it was purely sexual control.
“you want me to make you feel good, yes? then don’t rush it” ushijima grunts, with his tip finally teasing your entrance. you bite your tongue. it seems best to remain well behaved now that you’re so close to getting what you want. ushijima seems satisfied with how the tables appear to have turned in his favor. “good. try to take it slow. that’s the only way you’ll be able to take me”.
you could tell before that he was big but you don’t understand the gravity of what you were against until ushijima starts to push inside you. your mouth falls open and you grab handfuls of the sheets as he fills you inch by inch. ushijima is beyond huge. you wouldn’t have been surprised if you broke in half from how much he’s stretching you.
your words become jumbled as you bury your face into the mattress. it hurts, especially now that ushijima has bottomed out completely. thankfully the by pauses so you can adjust to his size. a few deep breaths later you’re telling him that he can move. ushijima raises an eyebrow, not totally convinced. “you sure about that. still feel tight?” he asks, sneaking his fingers to your clit to give it a soothing rub.
despite the fact that you’re nearly seeing stars, you almost laugh. even when you were manipulating him he was still a gentleman secret agent. james bond couldn’t possibly compare. “i thought you wanted your intel,” you tease, moving your hips back. “don’t hold back”.
a deep groan rises in ushijima’s throat before his large hands move to tightly grip your hips. not allowing you to move anymore, he does as asked and begins snapping his hips. “you really are a slut. you’re really willing to give up what you know for just a bit of cock?”.
it takes you longer to answer than it should have. his size piled on with how deep he was inside your pussy was the most mind numbing combination. “o-only because it’s your cock” you eventually respond through moans. “want to cum on your cock so bad”.
you notice how those words seem to make ushijima pound into you harder. he knows that he shouldn’t actually allow himself to enjoy this. his only desire should be to complete his mission but you felt so good. ushijima’s main priority shifted from getting the information you were withholding to cumming deep into your womb.
“you’re feeling good too, aren’t you?” you gasp, as if able to read his thoughts. “ah! want you to fill me up”.
well when you were begging like that, ushijima couldn’t possible not give you what you wanted. using his large palm to shove your face even further into the bed, ushijima’s pace somehow picks up even more. by now the sound of his growls and skin slapping against skin are bouncing off the walls. this whole scene was porn worthy and that alone was turning you on even more.
“shit-“ a low curse falls from wakatoshi’s mouth when he feels your cunt begin to squeeze his dick. a sign that you were getting close. “said you wanted to make a mess, didn’t you?” he groans, giving your ass another spanking after noticing how much you moaned in pleasure whenever he did that. “so don’t make me wait. i’m ready to cum with you”.
you get unbelievably eager at the thought of his cum leaking out of you. because of that you let your body do what it wanted. with no resistance from your pussy creams around ushijima with a few more sharp pumps. with your juices beautifully coating his cock, it doesn’t take much more for ushijima to empty his heavy balls.
just as you hoped, ushijima stuffs you to the brim. so much so that some of his seed does slip out and slide down your legs the moment ushijima pulls out. you could care less about staining the sheets as you catch your breath. you’re shrouded in bliss. ushijima doesn’t disturb you, allowing you to regain your strength.
eventually he speaks, reminding you of the deal you previously made. “did that meet your standards?”.
you laugh a little, turning over so you can lay on your back. ushijima has to bite back a moan when he sees his own cum spilling out of you. “what? no after care?” you joke as you stare up at him. when ushijima awkwardly doesn’t offer you an answer, you chuckle a little harder. “fine, fine, i’m joking. i’ll tell you everything but how about we talk in the shower? 𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐔𝐏 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐔𝐏 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓”.
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ushijima loves to look at you,, during random times like you're just eating or doing the laundry and hes looking at you with the SOFTEST eyes,,
but it applies in bed too 👀
he loves seeing how you lose it, the way your brows furrow as you try to take his cock, the way your eyes flutter when you get close, how you throw your head back when he fucks u into oblivion ❤️
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content: gn!reader, established relationship, unprotected + soft sex, size kink, body marking, slight breeding kink (thoughts), implied multiple rounds. note: thank you so much for sending this in hehe<3
— . 。˚ ♡ wakatoshi just adores you so much, no matter what you're doing.
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sometimes, ushijima can't fathom it. he thinks about it all the time — how someone so pretty, so sweet, so gentle and soft and perfect, can belong to him. and sometimes, he just can't believe it.
he takes his seat at the table every morning, waiting for you to walk over and give him his morning kiss before you go back to fixing him his breakfast, and he just watches you the entire time, enamoured.
you hum under your breath sometimes, a song you'd been playing on the radio the other day. squinting at labels on bottles and smiling in satisfaction at the warm, delicious smell of your cooking as you breathe it in. dressed in the little apron he'd picked out for you in your favourite colour, a splotch of syrup on it from when you'd done a taste test and dripped a little onto your chest.
he wants you to take another taste and go “mmm~” again because it was so incredibly adorable how you did it. he wants you to turn around and give him a smile, ask him if he'd like to test the taste for you. because he knows you'll giggle and tell him ‘you always say that, toshi!’ when he simply tells you that it tastes good.
you're just so cute, ushijima can barely handle it sometimes.
and his innocent thoughts about how pretty you are, how cute your voice is, how soft your hips and waist are as he pulls you in for a kiss, how slender and small your fingers are, how dewy your lips are and how lovely your eyes are—
they build up throughout the day, filling him to the brim and pulsating inside him, turning him into a ravenous, needy, love-filled force of nature by the end of the day. which is why he's so glad you help him let it all out when you go to bed for the night.
“hn—ngh! toshi, toshi!” his name rolls so pretty off your tongue, so soothing in his ear as you moan, your legs kicking out around his waist as he folds you in half, your knees to your chest as he slowly, steadily slides his thick, angry cock into you in one go.
you wrap around him so tight, the sticky warmth of you so good ushijima thinks he might go insane— but he holds steady, rolling his hips gently into you and holding back the heavy groan that wells at his throat when you clamp up around him, and you dig your nails into his muscled back. “toshi, so big!”
you tell him that every time. the same way he tells you every time that your cooking tastes good.
and just the same way he knows you love it each time he tells you that, he loves it when you whine so sweetly into his ear each time, that he's so big you can hardly take him.
“hah—” he grunts hoarsely through gritted teeth, meeting his hips to your ass with a little slap! that makes you throw your head back and moan. “take it, darling. you can take it.”
you're so full — so full and so stretched out, his cock pushing at every throbbing, tingling part of you, making you go dumb and dizzy just by bottoming out into you.
he moves back a little, a shiver coursing up his spine as he hears the wet, sloppy sound of his cock sliding out of your entrance, before thrusting back in— and your legs jerk up again, your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling his face closer to yours as you cry out his name.
he wants to be patient with you and let you adjust before he quickens his pace — but oh, he just can't wait. he wants to fuck you to bits, fill you all up.
the only warning you get is the way he adjusts his hold on your body, wrapping those big, beefy arms around your thighs and pushing you into the mattress with his weight as he towers over you—
and with the next snap of his heavy hips against yours, you're sent to the edge almost immediately. “ah! toshi—”
“good, good little thing for me,” he hisses, eyes narrowing as he fucks into you and the pleasure seeps into his bones, cockhead kissing your sweetest spots just right, making you spasm around him so fucking well.
he watches as your eyes lose focus, face flushed and body coiling up around his strength and girth as he fucks you into a mindless mess without even trying. oh, he loves you so much.
he kisses you, a touch of his lips to your skin for each thrust and your mouth falls open, lashes fluttering as you cry his name out, squeaky little toshi! toshi! toshi!’s spilling from your parted lips as he fucks his cock deeper and deeper into you, wanting you to feel so, so good as he makes you cum before filling you up.
“close, aren't you?” he mutters hazily, groaning as you drag your nails down his sweat-slicked back, the sharpness of them sure to leave marks on him. he can feel your orgasm coming. sees it on your pretty little face, the way your brows furrow and your eyes roll back into your head, full of anticipation.
“mmm,” you moan, arching your back and meeting the thrust of his cock as he pushes into you, letting out another pitchy “ah!” as he hits just fucking right — and the pressure, the stretch of his cock, the stars in your eyes, it all overwhelms you and pushes you over the edge.
”toshi!” you gasp, and ushijima knows your vision is going white. he loves what he's doing to you. “don't stop, toshi, ‘m cumming, god—”
and before you can even finish your sentence, he gives you one last thrust and lets out a hoarse, barely audible curse— and gives you a stuttered confession of his love before he comes to a stop and empties his hot, thick load into your hole. “fuck.”
there's another sharp, wet sound of skin hitting skin as he falls into your warm embrace, and he breathes in, smelling himself on you as he kisses you, feeling his cum fill you up and spill out, making a mess between your bodies and on the sheets. “hnngh, toshiiii,” you whine his name, fucked out just by the first round.
he kisses you again and again, loving how pretty you are and how pretty the space where his body connects to yours looks all messy with your cum and his, loving how you tangle your arms and legs around him, whining his name over and over like a precious little toy.
oh, how ushijima loves looking at you. you're just so lovely to him. especially when you're under him like this.
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