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bleubrri · 1 year
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ushijima doesn’t propose to you with a ring.
granted, he has no idea why, considering that the box is sitting in the pocket of his shorts at any and all times. he’d spent months trying to get every detail right; unfaltering in his desire to marry you, but every other decision had been made and remade a hundred times over. he’d stopped counting after the fourth ringband and thinks that the jeweller started to hate him around the seventh ‘final’ decision for the cut of the stone.
he’s never been particularly indecisive, in fact he thinks he’s quite the opposite, and yet he can’t seem to stick to his guns on anything.
he almost proposes before the flight, though as he watches you toss sunscreen and string bikinis into a suitcase he thinks it might add an extra weight to the holiday, like some strange pre-honeymoon. if he asked you in a restaurant ushijima isn’t entirely sure you’d say yes, and every night at dinner he has to choke the question down.
in the garden?
in the city?
it needs to be special, not too public. maybe not in public at all—
“toshi?”
“hm?” he lifts his gaze to find you staring at him from your place next to the bed.
“i said can you throw me my water bottle?” you repeat.
he nods, resigning himself to thinking of a plan later and crossing the room to hand you the bottle. you tuck it into the beach bag that you’re packing and—maybe the beach? perhaps at night, when it’s more secluded and he can recite everything he loves about you without the added pressure of an audience. ushijima gets the sudden irrational fear of dropping the ring in the sand and is reconstructing his whole plan when you take his hand in yours.
“are you okay, love?”
he blinks, squeezing your hand and flashing you a small smile. “of course, why?”
“you’ve just seemed a little.. distracted? distant? i don’t know, i figured you were just stressed.” you tuck your phone into the pocket of your bag and turn to give him your full attention, taking both his hands in yours. “are you sure nothings wrong, toshi? i can try and help if you tell me. i want you to enjoy this holiday too so if there’s anything i can do to—”
“marry me.” he blurts, without a plan and without a ring and with his heart coming up out his throat. the grip of your fingers goes slack for a second, your voice dying and eyes going wide.
“what?” it’s barely a whisper.
ushijima sighs, taking your face in his hands and thumbing over your undereyes while you look up at him through wet lashes.
“i’ve been trying—” he says, a fond smile curling his lips, “—to ask you to marry me.”
you find yourself blinking away tears, nodding frantically as you try and unclog your throat long enough to fucking speak.
“yes.” you breath, “yes of course, of course i’ll—yes.” you’re laughing, tears bubbling at your lashline that he swipes at before they get a chance to fall and tipping your mouth to his—needy, desperate little thing.
somewhere in the flurry of tongue and teeth, you end up being pulled onto the freshly made sheets and straddling his lap. toshi breaks the string of saliva that’s connecting your mouths to stare at you with stars in his half lidded eyes.
you find your palms smoothing down the broad plains of his chest that’s covered by the thin fabric of his t-shirt, resting them over his heart that seems to be thrashing against his ribs.
lips ghosting over his and noses barely brushing, you whisper, “you shouldn’t have asked me now.” and for a brief moment his stomach drops. “now i’m never gonna let you leave this room.” you smile, pecking his lips and slowly grinding into his lap.
large hands are secured on your hips and ushijima decides that he’ll worry about the details later. “maybe,” he chuckles, “that was the plan all along.”
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honeyxluv · 5 months
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I feel like the more I scroll the more I realize tumblr is full of the same plots just different words and the overly black eren and other characters are getting overplayed or maybe I just outgrew tumblr
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natashawritesstuff · 1 year
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Ushijima Wakatoshi is not a crier. He doesn’t think tears are a proper way to express his emotions, and ‘waste of water’. That being said, he has cried. Five times by the time he’s forty-three. 
The first time was when he saw you walking down the aisle. He hadn’t planned it, in fact, he made a bet with Tendou that he wouldn’t shed a single tear throughout the whole reception. But the moment he saw you, his lips started to quiver and he clenched his hands tightly. You had never looked more beautiful, your skin was radiant, glowing in the light of the sun, you walked elegantly and your smile, he sees that smile every night in his dreams. Wakatoshi cried on his wedding day, because after seeing you, what else was he supposed to do?
He cried when he found out you were pregnant. 
He was on the couch rewatching his volleyball match from the week previous. You always admired how focused he could become and you would never dare to interrupt him under normal circumstances, but you had waited long enough. You walked into the kitchen and hopped up on the counter. “Toshi,” You called.
“Yes?” He answered but didn’t bother to tear his eyes away from the screen. 
“I’m pregnant.” You waited a few seconds for his response and heard the TV click off then footsteps approach you. He stood in between your legs and then looked down at your stomach. 
“Say it again.”
“I’m pregnant Toshi.” He looked back up to meet your eyes and you could see a small smile graze his face. “Are you happy?” You asked just as you saw silent tears and he nodded, “I’m happy.”
He cried when he met his eldest daughter, Airi for the first time. She had his eyes, and his hair, but she had your smile and that meant he had a family. 
He cried when he met Keina, too. As his youngest was just too small for reason. She easily fit in one arm and didn’t want to hold her for two hours because he was worried he’d break her.
And the last time he cried was tonight. The night of the qualifying round for which team goes to nationals. Where his daughters who he had always wanted to be a team, were faced off on opposite sides of the net. He doesn’t even care about who won, no, he’s’ torn up over how his daughters haven’t spoken since the game ended. And how it might be his fault. 
You join him on the bed as he sits silently and you grab his left hand and begin fiddling with his ring finger as you ask, “what’s wrong?”
He looks up at you and you see his bloodshot eyes and your heart breaks.
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
“Keina doesn’t think I love her if she’s not on the court. And Airi doesn’t think I love her if she’s not forcing her personality to be like me,” he whispers. “Remember when I asked if we were bad parents?”
“...Yeah.”
“I don’t think it’s that. I don’t think I’m a good father.”
“Toshi-”
“Y//N,” he interrupts. “Am I a bad father?”
Wakatoshi cries as he asks, and cries even harder when you hold him instead of answering. Wakatoshi doesn’t cry, but that night he couldn’t stop.
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koucaine · 2 years
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cockwarming one (1) ushijima wakatoshi in the bathtub. <3
y’all aren’t doin’ anything but kissin’. maybe a few whispers here n there. his wet, soapy hand rubbing slow circles in the small of your back. you peppering sweet kisses along his jawline where the tiniest bit of stubble is starting to grow, tickling the plush of your lips. a content sigh leaves his lips. ushijima wishes he could stay there forever. the pressure of the jets is doing wonders on his body, the water is constantly heated. you even took the time to light up a few candles.
the setting is perfect. the moment is perfect. he wants this memory engrained in his brain forever, actually.
“you tired, ‘toshi?”, you asked, studying his face.
he shook his head. “no. i’m just glad to be able to hold you like this.”
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crystlizabeth · 8 months
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Manager Contract
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Ushijima Wakatoshi x Blackfem! Reader
Warnings: suggestive moments, secret relationship, cursing, reader and Ushijima are 18! Ocs are in this (Aniyah Iwazumi aoba johsi manager, Kiomi Takashi & Siyori Sato nekoma manager)
Summary: camp week means meeting with other schools for a big ass vollyball camp. Being Shiratoriazawa’s lil manager meant going on the 2 week trip but Its not all that easy you and your boyfriend have to be more discreet about yours relationship so others don’t find out or your ass is in deep shit.
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You and Shiratoriazawa’s captain have always been close, but within the last year you had gotten closer to the ace. There was nothing wrong with dating Ushijima but there happened to be a slight problem, the manager contract. A contract for student managers, a contract you had to sign to pretty much say you wouldn’t get into a relationship when one of the player so that there wouldn’t be any bad blood if there happen to be a break up and to not be a distraction for the players. As stupid as it was you thought why not it would be fun to help out keep your self busy. And it did it also let you know why not many students took up the chance to do this though most of them where just there for the guys. Managing one of the top teams was one hell of a job.
Now you found yourself breaking the contract over the small winter break getting into a relationship with the team’s captain. Though it wasn’t hard to keep the relationship a secret, it helped that what you two did now as boyfriend and girlfriend was what you did as friends besides the sneaky kisses in the storage closet, how his hand rested on you back from time to time quickly removing it, or the extra acts of service and gift giving, and how you spent most days after practice at his house. His hands wandering your body more freely as he kissed your glossy lips, how he felt more relaxed laying with you.
Now you sat on the bus not by your boyfriend but buy the first year Goshki who happened to reach the seat before you boyfriend could. The small glare goshki got was unnoticeable to the first year but you could help but laugh quietly trading spots with the first year to the outside seat so you could sit some what close to him.
The ride was long longer than you would have liked, motion sickness was your worst enemy making you fell sick not being able to lay your head on Toshis arm. You threw you head back looking up slightly your eyes shutting tight.
“L/n, you okay?” You heard a voice say. Looking over Goshkis brows frowned him worried noticing you’ve been off for the past few minutes.
You nodded lightly “yeah just get sick on long car rides.” You spoke.
The first year slightly panicked asking if there was anything you could do his worried questions not helping the pounding in your temples. “Y/n trade spots with me real quick.” Tendo spoke from the other side of your boyfriend, him getting up offering the seat by the window with a smirk.
Your eyes glared at him slightly know what he was up to, he was up to no good knowing the mutual feelings between you and Toshi but not knowing the fact of the relationship. You took a deep breath walking across the isle quickly just to flop down in the seat. Ushijima looking over to you giving you a knowing look, he reached down to his bag pulling out some water offering the bottle to you. You thanked him quitely soon closing your eyes again.
Sleep talking over your body tendo couldn’t help but be pleased with the situation next to him you dead asleep on his best friends arm your mouth slightly open, Wakatoshi looked over that the red head giving him a questionable look “whats so funny?” He asked.
“Just please with my work didn’t think you would mind sitting next to her huh waka~” tendo teased a fat grin on his face. Ushijima blinked looking away to not entertain the red head.
The bus finally came to a stop the felling of ushijimas hand shaking your leg slightly waking you up. “Lets go we have to check in and find the rooms.” He spoke softly his hand lingering up you thigh before removing it.
With checking in the boys soon found there sleeping arrangements they all shared one big room while managers would be in groups of two to share, you got paired up with an older friend Aniyah Iwazumi who was Aoba Johsais manager. Her face lighting up as she saw you. “Ahhh! Bitch its good to see your face!” She squealed her arms wrapping around you, yalls teams might have been rivals but all the managers where pretty close.
The end of the day finally hit the coaches told you guys curfew was 10:30, you received a text at 11 from your boyfriend. ‘Meet me in the second floor family bathroom.’ The text was straight to the point, ‘its past curfew thought you followed the rules like a good boy?’ You sent back teasing him while getting up out off your bed. ‘Well we seem to never properly follow them see you there.’ He text knowing damn well you were gonna go not really giving a shit if rules were being broken.
Pushing the door in you saw Tosh on the long bench across the wall, locking the bathroom door you gave him a smile walking up to him his arms taking in your body, he pulled you to sit on top of him. “Hi baby” you said kissing his cheek.
He kissed your lips, his hands resting on your hips. “How are you feeling?” He asked from the crook of your neck, the feeling of soft kisses being placed on your throat.
You groaned at the feeling, “better just forget to take something before.” You said the feeling of Tosh suckling at your neck making you squirm.
“I’ll remember to grab something for you just incase.” He muttered continuing to kiss your neck moving your shirt over slightly to kiss on your shoulder. His hands started to wonder and conversation continued, this was normal him getting you to talk as he kissed up on you wanting to hear the noises from you.
“You know Tendo is on to us.” You mentioned your words coming out wobbly.
He only hummed against your neck his large hands cupping your breast, “Is it a problem you think?” He asked his hands squeezing your boobs causing you to moan lightly.
You nodded slightly feeling Tosh reaching to the bottom of your shirt pulling it up over your tits, the cold air hardening your dark nips. His eyes looked up at you wanting a verbal answer before he continued. “It could be.. love ten but he has a loud ass mouth ahh..” you voice cut off mid sentence the feeling of Wakatoshis tongue licking over you bud taking it into his mouth the piercing on your tit leaving an taste in his mouth he didnt mind.
Your nails dug into his clothed shoulder as he continued fondling you. “Common you seem to have more to say im listening.” His words low, knowing that his tone meant keep talking or hes stoping and is he has to stop theres gonna be attitude.
“W.. fuck.. if he finds out.. It could get out and the means im in big fucking trouble as you are to..” you spoke your voice shaky.
He detached from you a quiet pop could be heard. His hands continued to massage your breast, “true but i dont think he would be to loud about us, the guys like you around so i don’t expect them to tell on you.” He said his head tilting looking up at you.
Amused with the look displayed on your face, he pushed his groin against you causing a whimper out of you. “ we cant here plus i didn’t bring a condom.” You whimpered out your head falling into his broad shoulder.
“Wasn’t planning on it, I apologize for getting you so worked up.” He said kissing the side of your face.
You pushed of him sitting back up looking at him seeing the amused smirk on his face. Your face dropped smacking his chest, “you’re a fuckin’ lier.” You spoke irritated knowing he was doing it on purpose.
He lifted you off his lap sitting up straight his chin resting oh the valley of your boobs looking up at you. “You’re gorgeous you know that.” He said his large hands rubbing circles on your hips.
You smirk letting your acrylics scratch his scalp as you ran your fingers through his hair hearing a pleasant groan as you did so, “I know.” You spoke kissing his forehead. You laughed lightly feeling him smile against your neck.
You tilted your chin down so your lips could connect, the kiss long and slow turning in to more and your lips moved in sync soon the kiss escalating to the point you where back in his lap. His tongue gliding over your bottom lip asking for access which you granted, your fingers tangled up in his hair pulling it’s slightly as you both made out. His arms wrapping around you pulling you as close as you two could be your back arching, the bathroom started to heat up as you both continued both of your body’s grinding against eachother.
You felt his erection through his joggers, press against you. Your hips moving to create friction soft moans escaped your mouth. The sound of the door handle rattling causing you both to freeze. His hand covered your mouth quickly.
The person gave up you both listened for the foot steps disappearing into the distance. You let out a soft nervous laugh into his hand.
“I think its time to head back upstairs.” Your boyfriend spoke. You nodded getting up straightening yourself up. Shaking your curls back, looking up you saw Wakatoshi looking at you through the mirror his hair messy.
You both made it back to your rooms safely without being caught. Him giving a quick kiss as he left to his room.
The morning came faster than wanted, the managers were told to wake up a bit earlier to set out breakfast for the guys, you met the girls downstairs you in your purple joggers that sat on you like flair sweats and your team jacket. The girls said good morning, Kiyoko telling you they needed help getting out trays and silverware which you did. The boys from the teams soon flooding in as you girls finished setting stuff out.
You and the girls started talking to eachother behind the counter watching the guys move through, them saying good morning as you responded back a smile on your face. The gentleman quietly gawking over you girls, “Yo L/n its been a minute!” You heard your name, looking over you saw Kuroo and Bokuto grins plastered on their face.
“Hi boys, how y’all been!” You spoke. They continued conversation till the got to the end saying goodbye and heading to a table. Soon after that you saw him.
His look giving you attitude, “oh its you.” You said putting your hand on your hip dramatically.
“Dont even y/n.” He spoke putting his hand up.
“Says you Oikawa, why are you here.” You sassed.
He laughed lightly “Im here because im the best ovii.” Oikawa said flipping his hair.
“Oh? Delusion doesn’t look that good in you hun, but do you girl.” You said.
He gave you an offended look his hand touching his chest “ how dare you, you know what dont look at me.” He said turning around as he got the the end of the line quickly turning around giving you a quick smile.
You shook your head laughing, “Put a leash back on him Aniyah.” You said.
She laughed. “I didnt know yall where friends.”
You nodded “been friends with the boy kisser for a while.” The nickname causing the girls to laugh.
Finally you saw Tosh and Tendo come through the line. “Oh my Y/nn, good morning pookie.” Tendo said giving you a wave.
“Morning Ten, how did you sleep?” You asked giving Tosh a quick smile before tuning to the red head.
“Actually pretty good, though it was hot as shit in the room.” You let out a chuckle.
“What about you Wakatoshi?” You asked.
He gave you a small nod “just fine, how about you Y/n?”
You told him fine conversating with tendo as the went through the line, Ushijima looking at you the whole time taking in the way you looked this morning, your edges laid nicely, your hair parted to the right side of your face, your lashes long and curled, you had a different spider bit studs this morning they were hot pink instead of the silver ones you had in last night, your nose rings the same.
“I’ll see you boys later, eat good.” You said waving them off.
Turning back around you saw Kiyoko and Aniyah looking at you, “what?”
The two girls shared a look looking back at you giggling. “Did you see the way he was looking at you?” They whispered pulling you closer to them.
“What, who?” You asked playing stupid.
“Beefcake” they both said. You rolled your eyes at the nick name.
“You two are crazy he just has a staring problem.” You said excusing the matter.
“Bullshit, Girl you’ve had the hots for him for how long and he looking at you like that these days.” Kiyoko spoke pushing your shoulder lightly.
“Shut the fuck up oh my god, even so it not like i could do anything ‘bout it.” You said your head turning to the side.
“Okay and?” Aniyah said.
“Hes not a rule breaker and knows his ass is grass if he tries anything with me and i could get kicked off the team.” You said smacking niyahs forehead.
The two girls groaned, “Boooo, so boringg..”
Breakfast finish up the managers started preparing the water bottles and coolers for the teams after a small pick up, you and Aniyah entered the gym that was being shared by your teams. The days after that seem like a normal practice days just with the exception of setting up lunch, cleanup, and dinner.
With the week finishing up tension between you and Tosh was building up. While you where able to keep your hands to yourself and behave, close calls happened a few to many times, for example. During clean up while you were putting some chairs away with a few of the guy’s helping Ushi being one of them he started walking out with you giving your ass a quick slap and walking away, you let out a yelp having a few people look at you. Another time was when you we’re having dinner with them his hand resting on your thigh no big deal but he decided to get ballsy letting his hand travel up, you gave him a warning glance he gave you a tight squeeze causing a noticeable wince, the first year next you noticed asking if you where okay.
It was now about the middle of the second week, and it was time for your after curfew meet with your boyfriend. Walking down the stairs you quickly notice two voices one of them being Ushijima and the other his Coach. ‘Shit..’ you thought pressing you back against the wall wait for their conversation to be over.
“Well Goodnight dont let the other coaches catch you.” You heard Coach Washijo say, his foot steps getting further till you hear the door open and close.
You quickly peek your head out see Ushijima looking out the door to make sure he was gone before looking over to where you came from. He saw you waving you over, quickly running over you pushed him into the bathroom locking the door behind you.
“What is he doing!” You quietly yelled.
“He know somethings up but wont say it straight up.” He said his hands going up to your face holding it.
You looked up at him through your eyelashes, he closed his eyes taking a deep breath composing himself. “Dont look at me like that.” he said sharply.
You tilted your head up smiling at him, “Just dont get us caught, I say you’re a pretty good lier.” You spoke your hands running down his chest stopping at his waist band.
“You think..?” He whispered bending down his lips grazing over yours.
“Mmhm, you’re not so good with words though..” you said.
“Im good at talking you through touching yourself.” He said bluntly kissing your lips tenderly.
You laughed into the kiss, matching his slower pace. The kiss was intimate the kind of kiss he needed. He led your body with his back to the bench pulling you on him the kiss continuing. Your hands trailing into his hair playing with it, his hands massaging your hips moving them against himself. You moaned the friction hitting the right spot.
“Baby don’t get to riled up.” You spoke through the kiss, noticing his body language being more aggressive.
He hummed into the kiss not really caring, his day was hot, tiring and stressful. May have not been the best setting but he needed this, he needed you, you made him into a touchy person who craved your touch and yours only. Soon you found yourself grinning on him with out him guiding your hips, soft moans came from both of you he wanted to be closer to you closer than he was. His hands found themselves at the bottom of your shirt pulling it over your head, letting him with no debate. He lifted you up your bodies finding the cold tile floor your bare back against it as he was on top of you, he adjusted your legs to lay over his hip’s giving him access between your legs.
His lips trailed down your body kissing around your breast and down to your stomach, he leaned up pulling his shirt over his head quickly returning to you his bare skin touching yours. He let a pleasant groan out feeling your skin against him, your body was so soft and warm you had always smelled of a fresh fragrance yet it was so sweet. God it drove him crazy. How your nails that he had gone with you to get done would scratch his back or how good it felt when you would scratch his head as well of the pleasure it brought him when you did.
He loved your body jewelry, the gold how it sat with your dark complexion to fucking well, and how your navel piercing would dangle when he took you from behind. He wanted you so bad, he craved you every part of you and not being able to get a single moment of you to himself without the stress of being caught.
What if he just told his coach, would it be selfish of him? You loved working with the guys, loved helping him and the guys liked you, respected you. Maybe it was selfish of him but if he could love on you freely he would do it, face the few consequences that came with it put the blame on himself. This thoughts continue over and over as he loved on you, watching your body react to his touch.
The next morning hit the day the same as any other same damn cycle, but when going to grab a few more towels at the end of the day the boys stoped you before going in.
“Ushiwaka is havin’ a serious convo with coach so we just grabbed the stuff for ya!” Tendo said handing you the last few towels before walking off.
You just stood there thinking about last night ‘oh shit..’ you forced your body to follow Tendo and Semi. You where internally panicking wait to be called to talk to the coaches. 30-45 minutes later Reon said the coach need to speak to you, you quickly stood up racing out the door to the gym turning the corner you saw, Washijo and Saito standing outside the gym. Collecting yourself ready for a stern conversation, they never yelled at you at least.
“Coach Washijo, Coach Saito you wanted to speak to me.” You said your voice audibly shaky.
Washijo sighed crossing his arms looking at you as Saito turned back looking in the gym. “How long have you been breaking the contract.” He spoke.
You heart dropped, “I- its.” You fumbled over words.
“L/n..”
“Almost a year.” You said quietly your eyes avoiding his gaze.
“Coach Washijo, I am so so sorry.. I know of the consequences i will face for breaking the contract, i-i just dont have a ride home from here so i cant leave yet or now but when we get back to school.” You ramble on holding back your tears your voice breaking. “Just please don’t punish him, its all my fault..” you sobbed lightly. You put him first right now even if you had to call to get somebody to picked you up but you wanted to make sure he wasn’t in trouble that you didn’t fuck with his spot on the team or the mutual respect him and Washijo shared. You looked down wiping your eyes quickly as you continued to apologize frantically.
“L/n, L/n.” He said cutting you off, his hand falling on the side of your arm.
You looked up, “He came to me.”
“What…” your voice barely above a whisper.
“Ushijima came to me earlier to day explaining the situation, that if you where to get caught face more hurtful consequences. The consequence of you having to be let go of the manager position. Ushijima had a 20 minute conversation with me to make sure I wouldn’t have done that, so he insisted on the punishment being laid fully on to him.” Washijo explained he turned his head to the gym.
“He’ll be running suicides for the rest of the week and so on for 25-30 minutes every day after training. Got to give it to him, he may be one of the most hardworking players ive seen on my court for a long damn time and he is willing to sprint along with multiple workouts for 30 minutes straight to make sure you dont get into any trouble, and to make sure his teammates dont lose their manager.” He said looking into the gym, “He’s head over heels for you L/n. None of those boy would do that for a girl, maybe.. But he made it very clear that hes stupid for you, i hope you never take that for granted L/n. I’ll leave him to you there is his water bottle, cool rag and a clean towel.” Washijo said walking past you.
You heard Satio telling ushijima to stop but not to sit down yet, walking into the gym Ushijima had his hands on his head his breathing heavy. You walked up to him upon hearing you he turned around, “Hi baby..” you said holding out his water bottle. He grabbed it as well as your arm pulling you into a hug, his sweat drenched shirt touching your face making you cringe slightly.
“Hope he wasn’t to harsh on you..” he spoke his breathing still heavy, you felt him place a kiss on top of your head.
“He wasn’t love..” you spoke in a whisper rubbing his back but quickly detaching yourself to him, “But i think we should get this shirt of and you in a dry one, drink your water.” You said pulling his shirt over his head walking over to his bag to grab another one.
Turning back around with the gray t-shirt, he was sitting on the floor now his legs crisscrossed. You laughed lightly as he watched you fix his shirt. “Youre so beautiful.” He said his hand rubbing the back of your thigh. “Your just saying that to distract me from the fact you ratted us out and not your running suicides for at least 2 weeks.” You said putting the shirt over his head letting him do the rest.
“But now i get to love on you, and touch you without the stress of getting caught” he said standing up.
Pressing your lips together giving him a upside down smile, he looked down at you his hands pulling you close by the hips. “You look like your about to cry.” He said.
“What if i did.” You said burying yourself into his chest, your arms wrapping around his torso.
“You look pretty with your mascara running down your face.” His blunt words causing you to smack his back.
You two stayed like that his head resting on top of yours, his hand rubbing soft circles on your back.
“ I love you, Wakatoshi.”
He pulled your face back cupping it, “say that again..”
“I love you, Wakatoshi.” You said again he pulled you in kissing your lips.
“I love you too, Y/n.”
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I KNOW ITS LONGER AND KINDA EVERY WHERE BUT IVE HAD THIS IDEA STUCK IN MY HEAD FOR DAYS SO I HAD TO WRITE IT!
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tonaken · 2 years
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Lost_ USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI
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FIA'S NOTE_ this piece is my contribution to @misss-chrisss’s getaway collab (thank you for having me <3) Yes I’m soo fucking late, and i’m sorryyyy but i just got back from being shadowbanned and being drop kicked in the face by college 😐 But yeah, I hope y'all enjoy this passionate, heated session with big Ushi baby on a summer night in Cancun (it must be niiiceee😭)
WARNINGS_ MDNI, USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI x fem!reader, reader is black coded, but anyone can read, AU where reader is a food blogger and Ushijima is a restaurant owner and a fanboy, alcohol consumption (nobody gets drunk tho), smut, implied protected sex (see? be like them), nipple play, oral sex (fem receiving), implied multiple rounds, Ushi is nor a dom nor a sub, just a man who wants to fuck you and has a bit of an oral fixation
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A beach house on the seashore, sticky, sandy skin, a swaying palm tree. A perfectly browned crème brulée. A delicately seasoned lobster. A slew of intricate cocktails. Your week in Cancun was proving to be nothing short of your expectations. Fun, a bit reckless, definitely free. 
Everything was being documented on your Instagram page. Stories upon stories of your whereabouts, outfits, friends, and, obviously, food. After all, that’s what the majority of your followers were there for. Also the spectacular beach shots and the exclusive parties were appreciated; it all played into the rich life fantasy that was always beneficial to portray. 
You’re known, you’re popular. Definitely not a Hollywood actress or a sold-out-concert superstar, but notable enough in your niche, in the realm of food blogging. Your food pictures have definitely clogged Pinterest at some point in time and a few restaurants have surely benefited from your reviews, your blog posts aesthetic, yes, yet concise and accurate.
So it’s not exactly a surprise when food magazines ask of you, a stimulating interview coming out of your collaboration. Or when a publishing company wants to have you advise future readers on the best eating spots in some European capital. Or also when a restaurant invites you personally to taste their cuisine, much like now.
The pretty invite stays projected on the screen as your eyes scan the pixelated words. It’s three am, but the muted ping of your phone was a temptation too big to resist. It’s an email from your manager forwarding you the message from the establishment, a popular one, it seems. You briefly imagine her excited tone behind the numerous exclamation points that accompany the few words of introduction. 
You shouldn’t be doing this. Cancun is your vacation destination. Where to relax, unwind and rejuvenate. And yet, here you are, chewing on your bottom lip in contemplation. But then your eyes set on the final line of the invite; your brow arches in surprise. Dinner with the restaurant owner? 
It’s not your preferred way to go about things, really. You’d much rather get to know the restaurant in its most organic form, how it usually is. You’re aware of the preferential, VIP treatment you get when you’re recognized, using the surrounding tables’ situation as a true gauge of customer service. But when, out of curiosity, you search your host, you don’t really care anymore.
It’s a bit embarrassing to fall for looks when it comes to rational decisions like these, but the striking beauty of the man before you is undeniable. Maybe it's the aloof aura that surrounds him, heavily set in the straight line of his lips. Or the wide shoulders that seem to struggle with the space inside his tailored shirts and blazers. 
But when he’s there, right in front of you, looking down at you with a small, curt smile, arm outstretched in invitation, you get it. It’s everything, to be honest. He moves with confidence, not of the arrogant genre, but more of the matter-of-fact type: things need to be done this way, so he does them like that, no doubt in his mind. 
He’s a strict man, you can tell. He walks with a stiff stride, a bit too statuesque to be spontaneous. He pulls out your chair with a smooth movement though, silently helping you, to then sit down in his own chair. And when he looks up at you, finally, you might add, citrine eyes shine under the lamp that hovers over your table. He looks oddly comforting, much more innocuous than his straight expression might suggest.
He’s much more awkward than what you pictured him to be, odd silences sometimes slipping into the conversation and settling for a few beats before a shy word of his comments on the food you’re about to eat. That’s when he glows, you realize. 
He’s in his element, all discomfort gone from his expressionless face. He describes to you each and every ingredient, almost weaving intricate and picturesque explanations. Just almost, though. He falls short when he catches himself getting too carried away in the shiny glaze of the caramelized side greens. He’s quick to gain the sliver of composure lost, falling back into his routinely simplicity and straightforwardness. 
He, to your surprise, looks at you with almost childlike curiosity as he raises his eyes once again, and the prettiest smile is set on your glossy lips. He can’t tell, but it’s most definitely the first genuine one of the night. It’s laced with an odd mix of amusement and endearment with a faint dash of hazy, wine-induced attraction. He doesn’t see all of that, the fact that you are actually before him has just sunk in; his mind is elsewhere.
Ushijima Wakatoshi has known you for some time. He’s never been one to care about food bloggers and critics, tending to have a very negative opinion of them, their arrogance and unthankfulness often slapping him across the face. So when he reads your interview in one of the top food magazines, he’s pleasantly surprised by your demeanor. Humble, down to earth, mature, likable. It’s a breath of fresh air, really. 
And that’s where it starts. Binge reading your blog posts, that is. Poised but straight to the point. Never unnecessarily rude or harsh. Analytical but not complex. It’s almost enlightening, he gleans. 
He subscribes to your newsletter, ready for each and every update, virtually following you across the globe as you taste and record your travels. He finds it really interesting how you seem to bleed beautifully into your writing; it’s almost like reading a diary at times. And Tendo finds it downright hilarious to repeatedly catch his workaholic boss swiping on his phone, tall man tucked in a secluded corner. And every time he passes by him and throws a glance, he’s, obviously at this point, on your website, brows tense in deep focus. 
Ushijima Wakatoshi calls it pure and simple admiration. He respects your work, and finds your rise very inspirational. You struggled and worked to be where you are, just like he did. You have something in common, that’s why he likes, no, thinks highly of you.
It definitely has nothing to do with the way his eyes always fall on your dainty hands as you gesticulate in that one TikTok of yours. Or the apples of your cheeks that almost seem to explode when you laugh at a funny anecdote in your Vanity Fair interview on Youtube. Or the gentle curve of your waist that flows down into your hip in the dress you walked in with. Ushijima is a man who simply admires you, nothing more.
He just, for whatever reason, wants to keep it under wraps. So it’s convenient - or providential, if you will - when one of his employees approaches him with your instagram profile open on his phone. His eyes twinkle at the realization that someone he knows is aware of your name; it makes him oddly proud of you. But he doesn’t say anything, he just observes Goshiki babble and ramble about your work and your fame, as if his boss weren’t already aware of such basic information. Yes, basic. At least that’s what Ushijima, a dedicated fan of yours, thinks.
But he doesn’t bat an eye at the little, useless introduction he’s given; he maintains his stoic façade. He may slip when he’s told that you’re staying in Cancun for the week. And at the suggestion of inviting you over he gives his sturdy approval, one that Goshiki interprets as simple determination, not excited, hopeful, impatient expectation. It’s Tendo who sees right through his friend, grinning bemusedly at the almost feverish planning of his boss. 
Ushijima sits down and plans a personalized menu for you, jogging his memory regarding your culinary likes and dislikes. He directs the little rearrangement of his restaurant, wanting to set the scene to something private and intimate, a little warm haven limited to the two of you, regardless of the sea of tables that will surround you. He even supervises the formatting of the virtual invite you’re sent, insisting to use one font over the other. It’s more appealing, he explains, even if, in reality, it’s the same one over on your blog, your favorite, he recalls. 
First impressions matter, that’s what he says when he’s asked why such sudden changes take place. And even if his employees believe him, Tendo giggles behind his back.
He outrightly laughs when his friend flatly complains on the phone. Cufflinks are too formal, but a tie would be uncomfortable when eating. This is Ushijima’s debate, a silly one in Satori’s mind. But it’s a dilemma, a big one. One that has his shoulders droop and his forehead crease; one that has his hand scratch his chin and his mind race.
Their friendship is strong, with a deep understanding lining the bond, so when he’s given the advice to just be himself, Wakatoshi’s heart knows it’s sincere. On that evening, he approaches his restaurant with an odd sense of peace, the usual self confidence brimming from every step. He talks to his staff and encourages them, words succinct yet truthful. That’s their boss’ personality, and they appreciate the effort.
Everything seems to go to plan until he’s caught zoning out. Often. His eyes set on the way you grab hold onto your camera lens, almost maniacally adjusting focus and exposure. You’re a perfectionist, and he appreciates that, maybe a bit too much. So when you look up and ask him the ins and outs of the dish before you, he has no answer, torn out his little fantasy and pulled back on earth. 
You take it all in stride, smiling warmly and repeating the question. You’re so gentle and polite that he finds himself feeling warm with juvenile embarrassment when answering you. He finds the whole exchange mortifying, you find the light blush on his cheeks adorable.
He thinks he can brush off his little blunder, but then Ushijima hyperfixates on the concentration in your eyes, unwavering and deep. It shines on your face, settles in your stance, anchors you to the ground. It’s mesmerizing, the entirety of you is. He lets his gaze drop, pupils rolling off the slope of your shoulders, down to the swell of your calves, until he slips deeper and deeper into his mind.
And over dinner, when you’re sitting opposite him, he gets distracted by the littlest things you do. He listens to you, even if he’s completely enraptured by the delicate twist and pull of your lips when you ask him to pour you some wine; or how your head tilts back to down the alcohol; or the slow, almost sensual, flutter of your lashes as you savor the distinct flavor. He’s lost in you.
And after many sincere compliments and a myriad of thanks, lingering touches dance along your waist as he takes you outside; he’s grown tired of just looking at you. A whiff of your perfume wafts into his nostrils, and he hates to admit that it stirs something deep within. But the nail in the coffin is probably the view of your ass swaying in the fabric that falls over your thighs. He has to get into action.
So when you gush about the beautiful view of the dark ocean, the gentle breeze chills him down his spine as opportunity peeks on the horizon. It’s quicker than a heartbeat, than the bat of an eye, and an offer tumbles out of his mouth, unrelenting underneath the sparkling stars.
You turn around, voice stuck in your throat, and a heat rises up your skin. It crawls from your neck to your face, from your belly to in between your thighs. He’s serious, oddly more than before. The look in his eyes is heady, deep and brazen. He’s probably never wanted anything more. Your lips part, and your answer spills from in between, shaky like the plume of a flame, but searing like its core.
And maybe the view from his place is much better indeed, but you don't have the chance to appreciate it, at least not while his hands hold onto your face and his lips press against yours.
It’s all so rushed: the clatter of his keys jamming into the lock; the way his leather shoes try to avoid your strappy heels as you kiss your way to the bedroom; the soft puffs of the pillows being thrown off the bed to make space for you. 
He’s much more careful with your body. His hands dance along your sides, now resting on your waist, then going up to caress your back. And he never breaks the kiss, dragging you into a wonderfully consuming apnoea, a lack of breath that almost tingles, one that flows through you as pure desire. 
And when he parts from you, lips glossy and flushed, he smiles at you, panting, breathing in your mouth, as you do with him. It’s as if oxygen weren’t an option, forgotten in the addicting dance your bodies are initiating, a rhythm that has you only needing each other.
Yes, because when he has you sit up to unzip your dress, all he wants is the warmth of your skin, so he kisses the crook of your neck lovingly, taking his time with each peck. Absolutely, because when he slips the thin straps off your shoulders, all he needs is to feel you in his hands, so he drags his palm along your sternum as the flesh of your breasts spills from his fingers. Without a doubt, because when your panties come off and a thin, crystalline web of your arousal breaks, he dies to have a taste of you, to bury himself in between your thighs. So he fulfills his wishes.
It’s astonishing how a man of such limited, direct speech can be so gentle and shy with his tongue. He suckles on your clit carefully, molding his lips against your folds with a feather touch. Even the wet noises are so subdued, drowned by your whines that ask him to put more pressure into his licks. And luckily for you he listens, large, large hands grabbing on the flesh of your hips to get you even closer, to feast on you properly.
The same hands seem uncharacteristically clumsy when they unbutton his shirt, excessive haste eating at his usual nonchalance, having nimble fingers fumble with fabric, losing their usual dexterity. Yours lay on his in silent reassurance, and it’s with silent surrender that he lets you strip him, faces getting close again as you uncover the body that had teased your mind in the last few days.
He sighs when you quickly brush over his nipples. He groans when you trail your fingertip along the valley of his chest, to the plane of his abs, down into his happy trail. He gasps when you unbuckle his belt, the cold metal briefly pressing against his skin. He moans when you reach into his pants to wrap your hand around him. He doesn’t know what makes his knees tremble more: the feeling of you stroking him or the eye contact you hold with him, heated and unfaltering. 
It’s not something that worries him too much though, not when he pushes you softly into the bed, the cloudy comforter framing your parted thighs. You smirk at his impatience, because it mirrors yours. It drips thickly from his skin, it permeates the air.
Soon enough the same air gets coursed through and through by the noises you two make. Moans and whines, groans and grunts, the rustling of the sheets and the slaps that echo when you become one. He quickly drapes over you, lapping at your pulse softly, before he descends. He detaches from you, hovering over your heated skin with equally warm puffs from his mouth. His breath snakes into your pores and settles under your skin, making you shiver and sink, lower and lower into yourself. You feel mad.
All you can do is feel. Feel the head of his cock kiss your sweet spot deep inside you. Feel the dull ache that builds low in your belly. Feel his strong hands roam and grab, squeeze all they can.
He rests your thighs against his body, calves light on his shoulders, laxed ankles dangling over his back. And there he lays a kiss, so silky and intimate that your heart clenches at the act. His fingers skim up your leg loosely, tickling the sensitive skin, making him smirk at you squirming. He ‘s taking his time; he has so many things to do to you.
And even when used condoms litter the floor at the edge of the bed he’s still lost in you, slowly grinding into you, body slumping over yours, consumed by ecstasy, consumed by you. He molds you against the mattress with his weight, broad chest pressed against your shoulder. Your head falls in the pillow to then rise after a few seconds, just to admire the way he licks his lips as he takes in the way your asscheek claps in this position. 
His gaze grows dark when his wild eyes rest on your collar bones, bitten and moistened by rough, growly kisses. But then the smallest of whines slips from you and his attention is on your face, lost and turned almost delirious from the driven rock of your bodies. In this state, eye contact is too much for you; and when golden green irises turn black, you turn away, hoping for the peace of the sea to calm you down.
Dark, thick waves hit the sandy shore like his hips, heavy and persistent. They roll against you, charged by the winds of unspoken words and concealed longing; they approach you with ever increasing force to then lull when he pulls away from you, just to do it all over again.
He’s strayed away, finding himself drowning in the way your body bounces at his thrusts, the moonlight casting the prettiest of shadows on your skin. He never grows tired of you trembling against him, the face of pleasure dismissing any trace of control from your limbs. He’s addicted to your swollen lips, the ones that moan his name, encouraging him to give you his all.
In the wantonness of his high, in the disregard of the moment, he calls out to you, a husky and deep grunt spoken against your mouth, spilled on your tongue, swallowed down your throat. Your arms fly around his neck while he releases his tension in thick, white spurts, and in the wake of a final orgasmic shiver, your warm hand smooths down his spine. 
The hazy, distant sound of the ocean acts as white noise as you both regain composure, panting breaths getting lost in the salty breeze that flows through his linen curtains. His chest heaves in the dim room, sweaty skin catching the light of the now-on lamp next to the bed. 
You chuckle when he lazily discards the third or fourth soiled condom to the ground with a loud huff. And when he asks you what’s so funny, you laugh at the puzzled look on his face; he looks so serious. He’s back to his normal self again.
But then he scoots closer, pulling your sticky body into his, and as his muscular arm lays comfortably in the curve of your waist, your head sits peacefully on his chest. He presses a kiss on your forehead; it’s probably a silent ‘thank you’, one he doesn’t find the courage or the strength to say, one that you’d love to reciprocate with a spoken declaration. But in this particular case, it’s not needed.
You both bask in your afterglow, each one aware of that fizzling excitement that you both have to let go in favor of harsh reality. So you make the most of the moment, whispered conversations filling the little space between the two of you, hushed giggles laughed into the pillows.
Buried in sheets that need to be changed and heaps of rumpled clothing you understand each other, you find one the other. He’s lost in you, you’re lost in him. Both lost together.
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pinkluvrr · 2 years
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☞ wakatoshi ushijima x fem!black! reader
☞ tags: fluff, kinda ooc
☞ notes: this is my first official like…one shot ig?
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“𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐈𝐈”
A high pitched voice yelled from the auditorium entrance. The man in question turned to look even though he already knew who it was. There was only one person who called him “toshi”.
“y/n… I thought I told you to stay home. This is the third time” he huffed.
“Yeah I know that but i miss you sometimes and you look so good when you practice, I just gotta come and watch” she said poking out her bottom lip.
He walks over to her from across the court leaving his teammates to finish the exercise. They all groaned at the couple’s affection, but continued with what they were doing.
“Just c’mere” he opened his arms to her. She wasted no time running to him. Anyone in the world could see that these two loved each other more than the average high school couple. She pecked him on the lips then pulled away. “No no no come back here”. He pulled her in again for a longer kiss.
“Practice is almost over right?”
“Yeah, in like ten minutes”
“Good, I wanna go to this new cafe that opened up a few blocks away. It’s gotten really popular”
He nodded in agreement and went to go pack up his stuff. Besides who cares if he leaves early again he’s the ace.
“Hey y/n! you can’t keep taking our star player for your personal uses y’know!” one of the players yelled.
“Yes she can” “Yes I can” the couple yelled in unison.
The team groaned.
Wakatoshi walked back over to her ready to leave for the day. “Ready?”
“Mhm, lets go”
The two walked out of the gym waving goodbye to the people in it. While they were walking Wakatoshi noticed himself staring at her. He loved her.
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rosieandthethorns · 4 months
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i don't WANT to read smut right now
i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia
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bleubrri · 1 year
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۪۫ ༄ؘ ˑ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ — ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜᴜ
ft daichi / tsukishima / ukai / ushijima
summary: haikyuu boys realising they have a thing
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༄ؘ ˑ SAWAMURA DAICHI — MARKING
running your teeth over the calloused tips of his fingers before taking them into your mouth is something daichi is used to. what he’s not used to is the feeling of your hand replacing the heat of your mouth, pumping him with languid strokes while you sink your teeth into his hip and bite. a strangled sort of noise leaves him, like he can’t decide whether to yelp or moan.
“what are you doing?”
“sorry.” you flash him a sheepish smile and press your lips over the reddened indents of your teeth. something swirls in his gut and daichi can practically feel his pupils dilate at the sight of the shallow imprints of your canines in his skin. claiming.
“no it—” he swallows thickly, broad chest heaving when you squeeze him at the base. your cheek is resting against his thigh, his aching length obscuring his view of your doe-eyed expression. “feels good.” he says, slipping a hand into your hair.
“really?” you look proud, eyes twinkling with delight as you trail your lips across his skin.
“mm, will you do it again, baby?”
this time, you can feel his dick twitching in your grasp when you nip at the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh. you’re jerking him with slickened strokes, your other hand caged between the mattress and digging crescents into his ass.
your mouth feels like it’s everywhere, and when he’s coming down from his high, spent and coated in a sheen of sweat, it looks like you have been: the corded muscle of his thighs is tender to the touch and covered in bruises. hues of raspberry and darkened plum sucked into his skin and teeth marks glistening with saliva that he wears like a badge of honor.
༄ؘ ˑ TSUKISHIMA KEI — HAIR PULLING
honestly, he has no idea what he’s doing. he’s never gone down on anyone before, but it’s easier than he thought, and you seem to be enjoying it. he’s hesitant at first, just exploring your folds, running his tongue along every part of you until he finds something that makes your breath hitch. you’re so.. receptive, muffled sounds of pleasure slipping from your lips and guiding him to focus in on what you like.
he makes a very interesting discovery when he curls his tongue inside you and you clench around him, a hand flying into his hair and gripping blonde locks between your fingers. he blinks, does it again, and you sing for him.
“fuck, tsukki, right there—” your nails are grazing his scalp as you tug him closer and he shivers, grips your hips and lets himself be shoved further into your cunt. his spine is tingling, nose pressed into your clit as he buries himself in your pussy and maps out your insides until your soaked walls are moulded to the shape of his tongue. he’s groaning into your heat when the flavour of you bursts across his tongue, lapping at your release and urging you to tug.
he mumbles something that gets lost in the lewd slurping between your legs, and when your hand slips away and you start to wriggle from his grasp, he snaps his head up and yanks your wrist back into his hair.
“harder.” he repeats it with so much fervour that all you can do is blink, slowly nodding in a lustful haze and guiding his mouth back to the apex of your thighs.
༄ؘ ˑ UKAI KEISHIN — BREEDING
the room is starting to get so hot that it’s making you lightheaded. ukai is hovering over you, pushing your knees further into your chest with each thrust as you desperately cling to his shoulders. the sticky tip of his cock hitting your g-spot has your nails reflexively dragging along the taut muscle of his back at a pressure that you both know will bloom angry red columns of scratches against his tan skin.
his cum has started to drip down the seam of your ass, sticky ropes of it beginning to coat his balls that press against you when he buries himself to the hilt and rolls his hips. it has your toes curling, your eyes hazy and pussy pulsing so hard you ache.
“‘m full keishi—hah!” you actually jolt beneath him when he presses a calloused thumb into the slick mess of your clit.
“one more.” he offers, “just one more, angel.” and it doesn’t take long either—all ukai has to do is picture you swollen with his seed, full tits and glowing features, and he’s releasing another load into your spent pussy with a drawn out string of expletives.
you’re reaching for him, navigating every hot curl of his tongue in a sloppy connection of your mouths while keishins hips fuck his cum back into you. he can feel your blissful smile against his lips, “that all ya wanted? hm? wanted me to fuck a baby into ya, sweetheart?”
༄ؘ ˑ USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI — LINGERIE
if he’s being completely honest he rarely pays attention to what you’re wearing before he fucks you—it’s coming off soon, so why think too hard about it? plus, he prefers you bare anyway.
but this, oh he likes this. and you can tell. you watch his adams apple bob when he swallows from his place seated on the edge of the mattress as you step out of the bathroom with a shy smile. you pad into the room, give him a little twirl as you present yourself to him. wakatoshi has to release the sheets clenched between his fists and remember to breathe.
“it’s cute, don’cha think?” you’re glimpsing at yourself in the mirror, adjusting a strap here, plucking at the fabric that sticks to you like second skin. he hums, feeling foolish for envying strips of lace and cotton.
wakatoshi reaches for your hip when you’re in his reach, pulls you to stand between his legs only for you to crawl into his lap. he can feel the heat of you, and if you notice the hardness between his legs you don’t comment on it. you’re nosing at his jaw, and he feels a groan bubbling at the back of his throat when you press your chest to his. nimble fingers tugging at the clasp between your shoulder blades pulls his focus from dragging his lips along the dips of your collarbone. when a large hand closes over yours and guides it away from your back, you fix him with a questioning look.
wakatoshi looks up at you through unfairly thick lashes, his mouth at your sternum pushing fire into your chest.
“keep it on, hm?”
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gladiolusluvr · 4 months
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Me when I’m reading a good fanfic and the author writes “my knuckles turned white as I clenched the sheets"
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After I read that I can not bring myself to read it anymore 😭
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lumiinix · 1 year
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Boys who can’t sleep without your head laying his chest so every time he went abroad, he has to bring a weighted blanket to sleep easier but it still wasn’t the same :(
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dejwrld · 11 days
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⤷‧₊˚ ʚ₊˚‧ ✿ ꒱ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈 / the story of how the ushijima's rekindled an old flame that kick-started their love story.
┊ •° ੈ ⋆° ┊ warning readers discretion is advised — female reader, her/she pronouns, black reader (with descriptors), influencer!reader, profanity, alcohol usage, intoxication (both reader and ushijima), flashback in italics, mentions of making out, mentions of fingering, tendou makes an appearance, i just around using ushijima & wakatoshi a lot, it's late but we here, mdni
╰┈➤ song for this part: we might even be falling in love (interlude) by victoria monet
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Wakatoshi’s fingers lingered on your lower back as the crowd cheered for the excitement of the wedding that was just a couple of days away. His lips grazed upon the shell of your ear at the flash of the photographer’s camera. This felt so unreal, you were about to get married in a couple of days to the love of your life. You felt this feeling of warmth rush over your body with each second of Wakatoshi’s fingertips tracing alongside the lining of your dress. 
“Who would have thought?” His words whisper in your ears with a grin. “Wouldn’t think I would be about to marry the cute girl who I help carry coffee to her internship building.” 
You bite back a smile before you turn to wrap your arms around his neck. Your high heels give you enough height so you won’t have to stand on your tippy toes. The diamond ring on your finger twinkles under the restaurant light before you place a quick peck on his lip.
“Yeah, just some years ago we rekindled in Paris,” You said.
His lips were against your ear once more, “Ah, I remember Paris like it was yesterday. But I could have sworn you told me, what happened in Paris stays-“
His words and your pending embarrassment of remembering the events in Paris made your cheeks heat up. Your eyes trail to your fiancé while he’s getting dragged by his teammates away from you. His chestnut-colored eyes never leave you while a foolish grin spreads on his face before he disappears into the celebratory dinner crowd. Even if he was swallowed up by a sea of people, you still could see him in the crowd with a huge grin as he gloated about being a married man in a couple of days.
Paris. 
What a memory that was.
Your first fashion week as an influencer and blogger had just wrapped up leaving you to explore Paris. You wanted to celebrate the huge opportunities that were graced upon you. Landing a brand deal with a well-known and successful black luxury brand was something huge for you. It felt like a dream if you were going to be honest with yourself. So, you had to celebrate until your last day in Paris. You shopped a lot. Went out clubbing with some other influencers that were here also. Now you stand outside this chocolate shop gazing at the huge chocolate fountain that was in front of the display window that looks like it’s been cleaned countless times during the day.
You went to snap a picture of it for your social media accounts, but a figure inside the store caught your attention. His large frame was hunched over the counter as he was talking to another man with a red buzz-cut hairstyle. Even though the sign on the door was turned to closed, he was inside as if he had special privileges. He wore some light khaki-colored slacks, a black polo that was tucked in and secured with a belt, a beige wool overcoat, and a pair of white Alexander McQueen shoes. His dark olive-brown hair wasn’t messy in the sense that it looked like he just rolled out of bed, but more of him constantly running his fingers through it. He looked familiar. 
When the red-haired guy noticed you staring, you immediately fled. Although, the aesthetically pleasing chocolate fountain would be wonderful for your Paris photo dump for your socials—nothing is more embarrassing than being caught staring at a possible stranger through a window like a creep. You thought you were walking fast enough to put distance between yourself and the shop, but when you felt someone grab a hold of your elbow—the feeling of despair engulfed you so quickly. Until you saw who grabbed you. 
The man who you were staring at. That sense of familiarity wasn’t nothing because you knew him. 
Ushijima Wakatoshi. 
“I knew you looked familiar.” Your voice came out like a whisper as if you didn’t believe he was standing in front of you.
It’s been years since the last time you saw him. You remembered how kind he was when you two first met. Helping you carry baked goods and coffee orders in your internship building. Then two weeks later from that interaction, you saw him again at a farmer’s market in California. Then after that, the next time you saw him was when he was a part of Japan’s volleyball Olympics team. You didn’t want to admit that you thought about him a lot. Who wouldn’t? He was an attractive and genuine guy. The volleyball part was just an extra point. 
“Last time we saw each other, I remember specifically you talked my father’s head off over-”
“Marketing.” You finished his sentence, the distant memory of you practically forcing him to be the third wheel with his day with his father made you cringe. “I’m sorry about that by the way. Thinking back on it, it was extremely intrusive.” 
“Eh, it’s fine. My father still talks about you up to this day, you know? Quote on quote said I should date a girl like you. I can see why he would say that.” His eyes scan over your face to your body and now even though you are covered in a sweater dress—you feel bare. 
The heat that spread from your fingertips to your cheeks made you want to fan yourself. “It’s good to see you again, Ushijima.”
“Wakatoshi..” He corrects. 
Your lips curve into a smile of warmth before speaking again, “Wakatoshi.” 
You liked how that felt, and you can tell that he enjoyed you saying it. The tip of his ears was as red as your purse that was hanging on your shoulder. Soon that deep crimson color imparts across his cheeks. He looks down at his shoes in embarrassment before attempting to speak through the fact that he is blushing in front of you.
“Are you free tonight? Meeting my friend and his co-workers at this bar not too far away from here.” Wakatoshi questions. 
“Yes, I’m just enjoying the last couple of days here before I head back.”
“And when is that?”
“Two days.”
“Great.” was the only thing that left his mouth before he grabbed your hand and walked through the crowd of people towards the bar.
Here you two sat in a bar full of people and that feeling of it only being you two returned. Thighs briefly brushed against each other while you were in a booth together, practically ignoring the environment around each other. Even though the two of you could only send wide grins toward each other, you still felt this strange feeling of comfort wiggle up your spine. Even growing comfortable to lean back further in your seat into Ushijima’s arm that was resting on the back of the booth seat.
“Okay, you have half a million followers. How can I build my following?” Tendou slides his phone across the table to show you his Instagram account.
You glance at his phone briefly. He had a pretty decent following for a chocolatier. From your conversations with him, while you were here with him and Ushijima, he had a bright and energetic personality that you were sure would win people over. You scrolled through his photos of different chocolate he’s made and even some fun photo dumps. His likes on his photos were extremely stable considering the platform’s strange algorithm. Quite obvious it was actual people liking his photos and not bots. 
“You have a decent following and interesting stuff on your page. Have you tried recording a day in your life video?” You asked. “I think it would be cool for people to see the life of a chocolatier.” You shrug your shoulders and slide your phone to him.
“I never thought to do that,” Tendou snatches up his phone to glance through his Instagram again. Soon a young woman caught his attention and he abruptly excused himself, uttering how he had to use his French to good use. 
“So, how’s your social media looking?” You questioned before your eyes looked up at Ushijima. “Do you even have any social media pages? You look like a very reserved guy..” Your words trail off realizing that maybe this was a bit intrusive that came off.
“Not a social media person, but my manager insists I make an Instagram account to connect with fans.” He pulls his phone out, unlocking it swiftly to show you his page.
He had more followers than you and verified. But he had only two photos on his page. One was dated back to a year when he first signed to the Schweiden Alders and the other was with his dad, who you assumed was in California. 
“You only have two pictures. Why? If you mind me asking.” 
“I just don’t see the point of having millions of people to be able to see important details of my life every day. That’s how people begin to construct their own opinions about you even though they merely only see what you post on the internet.” He sips from his beer bottle. 
You hummed at his answer, letting it debrief in your head. You never thought about it that way considering your career choice. Granted, you don’t share a lot about your personal life—but you were a very public person. Over a half million people knew you were in Paris at the moment, but for Ushijima, no one knew he was here unless they were Tendou, his close friends, and maybe some volleyball fans. 
“But your job must be quite interesting though. You have half a million people wanting details on your outfits and such.” He tries to lighten the atmosphere because he can tell that his words are causing you to think deeply.
“I’m grateful for that since they do help a girl eat, but I see why you’re so private. You’re like an all-star volleyball player. I’m sure social media could throw your game off.”
“It does, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. Sports journalists are much harsher, you know.” His fingers traced alongside the rim of his beer bottle.
“How’s your parents?” You asked. “I’m sure your dad is loving the Cali weather,” You add. 
“They’re good. We can officially be in a room together without any back and forth. Think they do it just for me though,” his shoulders shrug and you manage to take note of how broad his shoulders are. 
Maybe you were gawking at his appearance. The last time you saw him, he had height on him. Maybe he grew a bit taller over the years. You definitely can tell whatever workout plan he had made him gain more muscle too. 
“That’s good to hear. I’m sure they’re super proud to see how far you have come.” You cheesed at him and he finished the last bit of his beer before the two of you were interrupted. 
These two young men stood with a huge smile on their faces. Faces as red as the red Sharpie one of them held in their hand. You knew they weren’t there for you, so you only laughed as Ushijima waited for them to spit out what they wanted. 
“We’re huge fans. Can we get some pictures and an autograph?” One asked. 
Ushijima looked at you with an apologetic look that you simply giggled at before letting him talk to his fans. In the meantime, you watch as he talks to the two guys as if he knew them for years. A huge smile on his face and his eyes twinkling like the night stars, seeing him like this felt nice. It brought comfort to you in a sense. During the time of them talking, a waitress placed shots down on the table that the fans brought. In return, you volunteered to take the picture of the trio and watch as Ushijima scribbled his autograph on a spare napkin on the table you two sat at. 
“We’re sorry for interrupting your date. Thanks for the picture and autograph.” One of the guys says before leaving—not giving either you or Ushijima time to correct him that this wasn’t a date. 
You went to make a joke about it, but your phone interrupted that. You quickly down the shot in front of you and make your escape out of the booth. 
“I have to take this call.” You seem to yell over the loud music playing in the bar. You went to stand up to take the phone call outside, but you felt Ushijima tug you back.
“Let me go with you,” You felt his hand grab yours instantly as he slid from outside the booth.
“I’m not going to get lost, you know?” You glance back at him briefly before leading him out of the bar. 
The two walked right by Tendou who was talking with a co-worker and as soon as he saw you two walking towards the door, his bright red eyebrows raised in curiosity. Most likely thinking you two were calling it a night after the extensive round of shots Ushijima fan brought him after he autographed a napkin for him. 
You thought it was strange for someone from one of the brands you work for to call you so late at night. Especially when you had spoken to them earlier—correction, you even did your part of the deal and finally posted the product review they were hounding you for. You listened to the agent talk about how they wanted you to post a review on their newest lipstick line that was being released in two weeks. But as they were throwing out their demands through your tipsy hiccups, they weren’t mentioning anything about increasing your pay.
You were a bit intoxicated and on the phone, with someone from a company you were a brand ambassador for. The night Paris wind brushed against your smooth brown legs under your sweater dress and you thought your body was going to shiver, but the closeness of Ushijima was like a personal heater. His eyes stared down at you with lust and charm while you were listening to the person on the other end. 
They do say some wines can be classified as an aphrodisiac. Perhaps it was the alcohol because you wanted him. You yearned for him just as much as you did years ago when you first met him. The heat that pooled in between your thighs crept up on you when you noticed Ushijima’s eyes scan over your lip gloss-covered lips. 
“Can I kiss you?” 
You couldn’t quite remember if you said yes. But you remembered your timid nods as you leaned to meet him halfway to close the gap between you two. You remembered ending the phone call without a care (and was sure you wouldn’t hear the last of it during your next Zoom meeting). And you remembered how Wakatoshi's lips felt. Soft, smooth, and plushable. He was a stern kisser, it went well with his personality. You could feel his fingertips on the back of your neck locking you in place for him to deepen the kiss. His tongue traced alongside your full lips aching to taste all the alcohol that stained your tongue. His knee breaks apart from your thighs as soon as your lips gasp apart to let him in. Your fingers interlock in his brown hair tugging him closer and your left thigh lifts just a bit for his free hand to grab upon.
Was it cliche to say you’ve never been kissed like this before? The way your lips moved with each other, you would have thought that the two of you had done this before. Perhaps in another life, you two were former lovers. That would explain the chemistry you two bounced off each other within the night and right now under the bright moon that gave you little light in the space you were camped out. 
During the heated makeout session, you could feel his fingerings up the dress you wore and your body instantly heated up. It was Wakatoshi doing this to you, of course, your body would feel like it was running a fever. But the idea of doing this here in an alley as drunken strangers walk by turned you on. Yes, it was scandalous if someone snapped a picture. There goes your brand deals and maybe a decrease in followers, but this was Wakatoshi. You would do anything to feel his expensive fingers rub against your clit. 
After the alleyway interaction, he spent the remaining two days with you. Even though he technically was supposed to leave the next morning—he extended your fairytale of making you feel like the most important woman in the world. Embracing those last forty-eight hours with you as if it were his last specks of air escaping his lungs. 
You remembered his last words before you were boarding your plane. A foolish grin on your glowing face and fingers intertwined with his like a love-sick character from a romance novel. 
“Is it odd to say I want us to work?” He admits. “And we only just rekindled two days ago.” 
“Then I’ll see you at your game next week.” 
“Really?”
“Let’s make this work, Wakatoshi.”
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carleycore · 8 months
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one night stand! x reader
where you cry knowing it was the best orgasm and sex you’ve ever had and you’ll experience something that good again
TOJI, Yami, Bakugo, Sukuna, Todoroki, Nanami, Miguel, Hawks, Terushima, Eren, Levi, Ushijima, Gintoki
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noritopia · 1 year
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he loves how you tell him this lie every time. "I just wanna cuddle."
just cuddling turns into your leg held in his arm as he keeps you spread wide while he sinks his cock into you. with every new inch that disappears into you, you find yourself grinding back against him as he fills you up and stretches you out every time he moves. “Mm, fuck!”
he fucks your pussy sore and raw, leaving you a teary, sniffling mess as you rest your head against his shoulder and cream on him again. your walls clamp and squeeze his cock for everything he has, elongating the way he tortures you with his thrusts. your greedy cunt never knows when to give up. you coax him further, deeper, with the slick that coats him every time he pulls out.
there’s a resounding squelch when he pushes back in, filling you up just like you so desperately wanted. “Just a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” He moans against your ear, rolling your clit beneath his thumb. but sure, cuddling is all you wanted.
— Osamu, Toji, Rindou, Ushijima, Choso, Kento
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savshaikyuu · 6 months
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                       𝙎𝙐𝘽𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉
Hi, if you're comfortable can you make NSFW headcannons for denki, kirishima, iida, bakugo, and if possible on another post during any point in time for ushijima, daichi, and kags. Could the read be female and dark skin also I'm not sure if you include body weight but could she be chubby. And for the denki and daichi one could you put in spitting and biting if you're comfortable of course. This is my first request so sorry if it's too long but I read your terms and wanted to try to be as detailed as possible while trying to make it make sense and could you keep me anonymous. Have a great day!
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Ushijima | Daichi | Kageyama x Dark Skin!Chubby!〚FEM〛Reader
warning(s): sexual content, multiple positions, spitting kink, biting kink, roleplaying kink, established relationship.
read more: bnha ver.
a/n: woooo okay 3rd haikyuu work! and this request was actually perfect? like this is an example of how detailed but not excessive a request could be hahaha so no worries! so sorry for taking forever my love. and to clarify yes this is their time skip adult selves. thank you, anon!
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USHIJIMA
PLEASEEEEE the way this man will handle you so fuckin' easily. he doesn't need to brag or tease, he has so much dominance when he does it, it's INSANE.
Ushijima is such a big fan of fucking you when he's standing.
like he loves the fact that he can hold you up and have you clinging to him as he fucks you good.
the position also gives him the nice chance to look at the way his fingers squeeze your chub, loving how your body just effortlessly molds to his.
loves to give you lots of sloppy kisses and is one to be in between your thighs like clockwork. </3
your thighs has to be his favorite part of you high-key low-key if you know what I mean,,,
he literally avoids positions where your legs aren't wrapped around him and or can't see your face.
you're a whole package deal he doesn't want to miss out on, plus he loves the way you grab at him during sessions where he really toys with you.
if he does do anything with your back facing towards him, it doesn't last for long.
he so in love with you he wants to see (and hear you) enjoy every second of it.
DAICHI
Daichi is the type of guy to be at your mercy no matter the shape.
although he does like seeing you ride him. that is an immediate 10s across the boards for him.
regular cowgirl or reversed it doesn't matter, he just likes seeing you work yourself on his cock and the light layer of sweat that dews your skin because of it.
is a fan of licking you up and biting the places he feels. there's no rhyme or rhythm at all.
it's almost like when he's making love with you he just goes by whatever his brain says next.
bite her thigh? okay. spit on her cunt before demolishing it? sounds perfect.
as long you both know your limits, you two are so very raw and open to each other.
it's literally like… mindless.
just seamlessly into each other and enjoying the moment.
it's what he loves you best in moments like that. <3
KAGEYAMA
he has a bit of a… role-playing thing to be honest.
like Kageyama wants to see you in his fan jerseys and like, fuck you in them.
you being his biggest fan in daily platonic life is what keeps him going, but you playing a part of being like an excited groupie is what keeps his cock up jjfchdfhh
sorry you cannot convince me he wouldn't be into that. 😭
like he definitely outgrew his ego… but when it comes to you?? he's the MAN!
he feels as though when you guys do stuff like that he's relieving his best moments in a different way.
feels like you understand him and doesn't shame him.
if there's ever anything you want him to do to he is 100% super willing to do it too.
does not mind at all because of his much you have done for him. :')
unexpectedly sweet ik but like the fact he doesn't have to feel ashamed or hide kinks makes him so open and relieved to be around you!
usually when he's feeling extra greatful, he fucks you harder with a bit more kisses and passion.
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bowandcurtsey · 10 months
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hihi! posting this another time because anony slid into my dms with verification :3 Thank you for that and thank you for the loooong wait! I've been busy in irl stuff like dealing with house reno shits. sigh.
Also this request came from HERE. And also, Nozel is already in there so we'll do Fuego and some other characters that I wanted to try, hehehe
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Characters: Black Clover : Fuegoleon | Zora x f! reader Haikyuu: Ushijima | Kageyama (post time skip) x f! reader tw: nsfw-ish, minors dni. Unchecked works. I'll try not to describe too much of body size but reader is in a body size that can fit into the men's clothes.
Fuegoleon Vermillion
The sun was already high up in the skies, a rare occurrence for Fue to still be in bed. But it was his day off and he was happy to snuggle in bed with his beloved, you.
He reached out his arm to pull you closer, taking in the scent of your hair and - wait. There was a musky scent. It was coming from your clothes.
His eyes fluttered open in confusion, you smelt manly and familiar.. you smelt like him. You were wearing his sweat shirt from the night before.
Then he recalled, the late night love making session ended with the both of you falling asleep in each others arms naked.
Seeing you in his clothes, you must have been cold, which covered your frame nicely like a cute night dress turned up a flame in him. The fabric covered all his markings that he left on your skin from last night, yet you in his shirt meant that you belonged to him - wholly.
He found his member harden against your behind, wanting more of you, wanting his clothes wrapped around you, your skin full of his marks and your womb full of his seeds. Again.
Zora Ideale
Well this man hardly wore anything on usual days so he was pretty caught off guard when he woke up, finding you in one of his old hoodies one morning.
He stood there for awhile, looking at you in his hoodie, barely covering your ass. Your butt cheeks stuck out a little as you walked around the kitchen.
His arms wrapped around your waist from behind, giving your ass a little squeeze.
"where in the world did you find this hoodie?"
"mhmm from your side of the closet? It was pretty cold this morning so I just put it on~" you gave him a peck on the lips as you returned to your cooking.
"with nothing inside?" your boyfriend was feeling you up from above the hoodie.
"well this was warm enough- "
you didn't finish your sentence because he turned off the fire and carried you onto the dining table
"maybe breakfast can wait pretty girl," he lifted the hoodie a little, double confirming that you were indeed wearing nothing.
"baby! it's cold today!" you protested as your squirmed under his hold.
"I have no problems fucking you in my hoodie babes."
Ushijima Wakatoshi
There was a gala last night and you were dressed to the nines, looking sexy and beautiful in your maroon dress, while your man looked a sharp and smart in his maroon suit.
Of course everything came off the moment the both of you came home; you both couldn't keep your eyes off each other throughout the entire gala.
But this, was another thing altogether.
He called you, telling you to wake up because he got your favourite breakfast on the way home from his morning jog. But what he didn't expect was how you looked so fucking sexy in your bed head, sleepy face and in NOTHING except his huge white shirt.
"You're back from running? That was fast.." your words were still slurry from sleep.
"You look sexy like this." your man was not a person of words so he was always simple and straight to the point.
"I have no idea where my pjs are and this is the only thing I could put on..." you were trying to explain but you were scooped up in his huge arms as your thighs was wrapped around his waist.
His member was already poking at your entrance from under his trackpants.
"Toshi I can't, I'm still sore from yesterday..."
He didn't answer you, he was already pulling the cloth apart, exposing your breasts and sucking on them.
Kageyama Tobio
Your boyfriend was set to leave home again, to represent his country this time, for the olympics. You're proud of him, but you always miss him badly.
And on the mornings that he has to leave, you find yourself unable to let him go.
After rounds of love making last night, you were exhausted but you had to see him to the door. You hear fumbling around the house, him taking a shower and making some final packings. The car would be here soon to pick him to the airport.
You got out of bed, and put on one of his old jerseys.
"I'll miss you," you said sadly, standing at the kitchen doorway as he refilled your water bottle - something he always did for you before he left, so that you'll remind yourself to drink more while he was away.
He turned around blinking a few times at your outfit, or rather whatever that was barely covering your naked body.
He looked at his old karasuno jersey, he loved this particular one, in black and the number 9, and you looked so good in it, but all he could think of was your body and how he savoured it the night before.
His cheeks flushed a tint of pink, even after all the years together he was still flustered with you sometimes.
He pulled you close, pulling you up on the kitchen counter.
"I have a little more time.." he spoke quietly, his hands and fingers swiftly going underneath his shirt, pulling your panties off again.
His car was coming to pick him, but before that, he thought he'll coat your insides with his seeds again. How could he resist when you were in his favourite jersey?
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