one day as a fandom we will have to agree on just one hot character, but it seems this will not be the damn. osamu is the hottest, the end.
time to be messy, hq fans whose the hottest character and you only can say one person!
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i done drafted a doc....for science of course.
âi donât want to write a sukuna fic đâ
âBUT THE PARASITES IN ME WANT TO WRITE A SUKUNA FIC đčâ
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âi donât want to write a sukuna fic đâ
âBUT THE PARASITES IN ME WANT TO WRITE A SUKUNA FIC đčâ
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and sarah j mass used breonna taylorâs death to promote her book.
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osamu never tried to interact with his followers again after that⊠đ
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nah cause why influencer!reader is the âlalalalaâ to ushijimaâs âokokokokâ
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I may do this this challenge for my novel tbh. Itâs time for me buckle down starting next month!
May Writing Challenge
This May I want to get back into writing. Iâm not at all consistent. Iâm at a point where I donât feel like I can work on bigger things, because I canât guarantee myself to keep working on it in a week from now. So I will take this month as a training month to get back into the habit of writing. I will do this by writing (or trying to write) 200 words every day. Topic is irrelevant. How great my writing is that day is irrelevant. Just 200 words written down. A habit taking 21 days to form was debunked, it does take a lot longer, but 31 days are a start I would say. These are already 140 words, so 200 words every day are hopefully manageable. You're more than welcome to join me if you like đ
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This was so good and I really enjoyed how you wrote Ushijima! The way this man make me feel so soft in the inside like itâs just so insane. Heâs just so urgh! This was just so urgh (in a good way). Thanks for tagging me, youâre such a wonderful writer Chris! đ
KAMA SUTRA SESSIONS!
°â°âąàŒą â„ SYNOPSIS: When you get an appointment from a passing athlete who wants to better his game with women, who's better to answer the call than the resident sÄx therapist?
°â°âąàŒą â„ CW: 8.7k words, told in first person, sáșœx therapist!fem!reader, post timeskip!ushijima, not mentioned but ages are both 26, use of an oc, dialogue-heavy, pwp, peĆetration, cunnilÄ«ngus, fiĆgering, sqĂ»irting, implied size difference, unprotected
°â°âąàŒą â„ DEAR READER, FROM CHRIS: So this was inspired by my most recent field of study: s*x and the kama sutra. and from my research and thinking "hm, who would have an interest in this?" is how this fic came to be. hope you enjoy!
In the life as a sex therapist, thereâs some things that you hear, see, and even experience that add years to the career.Â
 At first, I thought it was going to be a failed business move, considering that sex is seen as a taboo topic by some. I mean, itâs a process as natural as birth but people shame it with such strong resentmentâŠlike itâs an unimaginable evil thatâs ruining the world.
I couldnât help but to think my discouragement was properly placed. I was in a town with families, retirees, no one that would really need my advice.
That âfailed business moveâ of a thought lasted all of a week.Â
Thanks to the small pickett signs I personally had made and placed around the office buildingâs parking lot and nearby plazas, I had clients booking with me by the hour.Â
Couples of all agesâsome married, some divorced, many singles, even polyamorous groupings contacted my office.Â
When people heard of a new sex therapist entering the area and started booking sessions with me, I could only wish to know what was going through their minds.
Iâve dealt with teary confessions about how wives have lost attraction for their husbands, husbands who come to terms with the fact that they donât know how to please their wives. Iâve even gotten singles whoâve come in just to make sure they still know how to perform in the bedroom.Â
In these past four years, Iâve learned that just because people shun the idea of sex and sexual education during the day, theyâll come on their hands and knees at night. Itâs been an interesting ride, but I can proudly say that Iâve helped many people in the area rekindle their sparkle and to finally achieve their goals with their partners.
The days Iâve spent at the office were nothing short of fulfillingâand today was supposed to be like no other.
Supposed to, of course.
My day started out like normal; waking up in my bed with my eyes fluttering open. The first thing I settled my hazy squint onto was the rays of sunlight peeking through my creme shutters, begging to illuminate my room.Â
I pried my hand from underneath my pillow to grab my phone off on my bedside table, the screen greeting me with a single message:Â
(1) VOICEMAIL FROM: Hana
Hana, my cheeky, bright-eyed, receptionist. She joined me when she was a freshman at the local community college, just taking classes until she figured out what she wanted to do with her life. Fast-forward to today, sheâs a fresh graduate with a bachelors in psychology.Â
Sheâs taken it upon herself to call her around 6 A.M every day with a debrief of the day ahead. When I asked her why she does it, the sweet girl simply told me the extra effort was the least she could do.Â
Since then, Iâve bumped her pay high enough so that she can support herself by herself and havenât pressed the topic a vowel further.
With my debriefing at hand, I sat up in my bed, sleep still lingering behind my eyelids. I have half a mind to cancel whatever appointments I have today and sleep just for an hour more. But when I looked down at the time on my screen, it was a reality I knew I couldnât afford.
9:00 A.M.
My office opened in an hour and my first appointment always starts at 10:30âŠbless me.
âOkay, Hana, letâs see what you have for me,â I mumbled as I clicked on the awaiting tab.Â
As my thumb pressed the play button, Hanaâs voice instantly became my background noise for my morning routineâwhich began in the bathroom for a shower.
ââMorning, Y/N! Hope you slept well! I have good news and bad news for you. And no, I canât give you the bad news first because itâs intertwined with the good news. So for starters, you have a light dayâone appointment! Bad newsâŠand this is a first for usâŠthis client booked you for a few hours.â
âHours?!? What the fuââ
Just hearing that made me pop my head from behind the glass shower door. Clients usually meet with me for an hour, an hour and a half if needed but hours???
âI know exactly what youâre thinking becauseâŠwhat the fuck?? But when I explain more about him, I think youâll be impressed.â
âOkay, youâve got a bit of a celebrity on your hands today. This one is Ushijima Wakatoshi. Heâs 26, a player for the Schweiden AldersâŠa professional volleyball team. Heâs playing a game against our national team and is gonna be in town for a few days. He booked with you because, and this is in his words, he says that heâs a little âawkward in the realm of love and wants to improve his social skills andâŠ.intimate skills.â He also sent over test resultsâŠheâs clean, just to let you know . SoâŠhave fun with this one!â
And just like that, Hanaâs cheery voice was reduced to naught, melding with the stillness of my bathroom.Â
I turned off the water, standing in a foggy haze. There was only one thought in my mind:Â
Well then, Ushijima WakatoshiâŠletâs start the day together right.
â§âââ  ïœĄïŸâ
: *.⊠.* :â
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âHana! Oh my sweet flower, I brought your favoriteâȘ!â I sang, entering through the officeâs front door.
Hana lifted her head from behind the monitor, her bright smile complementing my own.Â
âAn omlettle with cheese and hash browns on the side?!?â She squealed, jumping from her seat.Â
âMhm! Enjoy!â
Before I could take a step further, Hana ran to greet me with a hug, her curly black hair dusting along my chest.Â
âThank you, Thank you!â She cheered, stepping back from me. She quickly took the stuffed brown bag from my hands before returning to her desk.Â
With a fading grin, I turned my attention down towards my top, a fitted rose dress shirt with just a few top buttons left undone. I wiped a few wrinkles away, shifting my attention down to my black pressed slacks that didn't face the same fate.Â
Still just as fresh and clean as when I left my apartment.
âSo,â I began as I walked towards Hana. âHow much do I have before our guest checks in?â
âMmm, about 20. But Y/NâŠheâs so hot! I looked him up and wow! LikeâŠIâm kinda confused how heâs having issues with girls. Iâm sure the women at his matches throw themselves at him,â Hana gushed between a bite of her omelette.
I leaned against the rim of the desk, resting my red leather purse and my hips along the surface.
âOh, you know how it goes. Looks can get you far, but itâs your words and actions that determine your success. I bet he does look good, but he probably needs more work on his confidence.â
âAh, true. Well, you go tidy up your office and Iâll run the vacuum out here in a few,â Hana said, her hand shooing me away.
I grabbed my bag and giggled, âOkay, okay! Butââ
I couldnât even finish my thought when the front door tolled open, gaining a stare out of Hana and me.
âUmâŠexcuse meâŠIâm here for Dr. L/N. I have an appointment at 10:30, but I just wanted to show up a little early,â the deep voice announced.
I turned my head to meet the owner behind such a voice, just for my eyes to be stunned at the sight.
A man, a tall one at that. He stood in the middle of the office with a straight face, staring back at Hana and I. His hair was a shade of brown unique to him only, brushed back to reveal his entire face. His features were strongâhis jawline sharp, his cheekbones high, brows trimmed and clean, his eyes glimmering like that of a polished citrine gem.Â
Hana was rightâŠhe really was something to marvel at.
He stood with his hands behind his back, impassively waiting for someone to replyâor not, he really seemed unbothered.
I didnât even need to guess what his physique could be underneath such proper garb. Those muscles werenât shy of peeking beneath the navy suit he wore. The white dress shirt beneath was crisp, and no tie was in sight âwhich I guess is casual to him.
I bit my lip softly, Iâve never been intimidated by a man before, but this one made my face swell with a wafting heat. So this is Ushijima WakatoshiâŠthe name fits him perfectly.
Nonetheless, I had a job to do.
I rolled my shoulders back and began a few short steps towards him, the click of my heels slienced against the plush sage green carpet.Â
There I was, standing before him. My height met him just beneath his collarâand thatâs thanks to my heels. I held my hand out to him, my glossed lips curling into a rich smile.Â
âMr. Ushijima, itâs so nice to meet you! Iâm Dr. L/N, but Y/N works just fine. This is Hana, my lovely receptionist.â
His hand was rough and worked, but slid against my palm like butter, his warmth melding into my touch. His thumb sat past my own, the rough pad swiping ever so softly along my skin. When my eyes finally eased from their shared smile as my lips, I couldnât look away from him.Â
His own gaze was captivating, almost entrapping me in a trace of just him and I. I watched as his lips curled into a faint smile, a brief flash of white meeting my eyes.
âOh, Y/N, itâs wonderful to meet you! Please, feel free to call me Ushijima or Wakatoshi! Iâve been waiting for this appointment for a while now..Â
He broke away from our contact to give his attention to Hana, waving to her with his other hand.
âAnd itâs nice to meet you too, Hana! Thank you for your hard work!â
I didnât need to look back to know the look on Hanaâs face: sheâs a flustered mess with her tongue caught in a shudder.
âO-OhâŠthanks, sir! Itâs not without Y/N, though. I c-can tell you that youâll be inâŠgreat hands!.â
Ushijima turned his sights back towards me, that muted curl of his lips growing into a full-bodied smile at last.Â
âI sure hope so.â
I gave Ushijima one last smile before taking my hand away from his, my hands clasping together.Â
âLetâs begin! Iâll bring you back and weâll get on,â I announced, turning away from Ushijima.Â
As I passed by the desk, I grabbed my bag and gave Hana a swift smirk, one she returned with a wink.Â
Ushijima and I descended down the hall until we arrived to a room a door down from my office, room 165.
I turned the doorknob as I leaned against the white door, âCome on in.â
Ushijima nodded as he passed me, the faint scent of his cologne whisked past my nose. Itâs richâbergamot, some sage, amber, and even a hint of vanilla. Thatâs a good mix, and his body isnât rejecting it, a man who knows his signature scent is a rare one these days.
The room I bought us to was of decent sizeâabout the size of a childâs bedroom. The walls were handpainted by Hana and I some years ago, a soft peach with white carpeting. The furniture was all espresso colored, from the two leather seats that faced one another, the coffee table between the two, and the bookshelf that stood against the window.
It was a pretty comfy room, one that many current and past clients raved about.Â
âPick your side and get comfortable, weâre gonna be here awhile,â I teased, closing the door behind me.Â
âI must apologize for that. I heard about you some time ago during a tournament and Iâve always wanted to have a sit down with you. And since I donât come to the States often, I thought it was best to have an ample amount of time with you,â Ushijima confessed as he settled into the leather arm chair.
I followed suit, placing my bag onto the table as I sank into the seat.Â
âOh, donât apologize! Youâre actually my only client today, so we can take up all day if need be. I want you to leave here confident and more sure of yourself. Which brings me to my first questionâŠâ
I folded my legs over one other, resting my hands within my lap. My eyes settled over Ushijima, not with the same set that marveled at him just minutes before. This time, I excused his attraction for purpose, preparing myself to ask the timeless question:
âWhat brings you in today?â
Ushijima brought himself to sit up in his seat, his large hands drifting to brace his clothed thigh.
âWell, put shortlyâI wanna get better with women. I canât talk to them, and then I see my teammatesâthey can strike up a conversation with them so easily. And women do talk to me, but itâs just notâŠoh how can I put thisâŠwith substance?â
âWhat do women say to you?â I asked, leaning back into the couch.
âJust talk about my looks, or how impressed they are. Iâve heard it one too many times, it gets tiring. I know theyâre just trying to make conversation with me by complimenting me, but those things just bore me. My teammates love that kind of attention, but it all seems pointless to me.â
âAnd why is that?â
âBecause,â Ushijima sighed. âItâs just going to go nowhere. Iâm not into hooking up, the thought bores me honestly. I mean, I feel that you donât get the best of someone after one night, especially if your goal is just sex.â
âSo then Ushijimaââ
âWakatoshiâŠplease call me, Wakatoshi,â Ushijima intervened, a feeble smile creeping onto his face.
âOkayâŠWakatoshi, call me Y/N. Doctor is just too formal for me,â I added. âBut it still begs the question, Wakatoshi: What are you looking for?â
âAs in my romantic goals or my type?âÂ
âBoth work perfectly! Your interests do tie into your romantic goals,â I informed him.
Now, itâs so unbecoming of me to ask a client what their type isâŠbut Ushijima is such a special case that Iâll overlook just this once.
After posing the question to him, Ushijima took a moment of silence to ponder, his eyes narrowing down on me.
âMy type isâŠsmart. Really smart. A put together woman with a good sense of humor. Iâm more on the rigid side but I do appreciate a woman who can find joy in things. Her beauty goes without saying, so basicallyâa woman of substance.â
âOkay, soundsâ
âWhatâs your type?â
Just the query to catch me off my guardâŠand pique my interest. In all my years, Iâve never had a client return any of my questions to me; I didnât think Ushijima would be the first.Â
My cheeks flickered with heat, but I found comfort within the moment by biting my tongue softly. My eyes were pinned on him, Ushijima still wearing that blank yet firm expression on his faceâ neutral eyes, brows stilled and his mouth free of any curl or twitch.
Just a peaceful face behind a stinging question.
âI donât see how that mattersâŠ?â I said, staring at Ushijima through a razor-sharp squint.
âBut it does matter. Itâs not a hard question unless you make it one,â he continued. âWhatâs your type of man, Y/N? Itâd be nice to know, since weâre gonna be here awhile together.â
A grin perked up onto his lips, the cracks of pearly white teeth breaking onto the scene.
 âCanât I ask you some questions too?â
My lips broke apart between a brewing sigh, the tip of my tongue pressed against the gummy flesh of my cheek. I canât deny him to be honest, we are stuck here for some time, and this session couldnât continued as a one sided conversation forever.
âAlright, my typeâŠmy typeâŠ. I like a tall man, a nice athletic build, keeps himself well kept. As far as personality: smart, kind, respectful, responsible, and thoughtful. Thoughtfulness, however, is a big one for me. Itâs nice to know you mean so much to someone that they would take actions out of that place of love. Thatâs quite admirable in my eyes.â
There was an air of silence between Ushijima and I. He sat still and I did the same. Our eyes hadnât broken from each other either, yet the softening hues of olive green made me feel calm beneath Ushijimaâs gaze.Â
But this was an appointment, not a staring contest. I was the first to break the silence.
âA-hem..Um⊠well, I digress, letâs continue,â I choked out.Â
I broke the eye contact Ushijima and I worked so hard to maintain with a simple blink, searching for the next territory of topic to enter.Â
âSo where did weâtalked about typesâŠbut thatâs not exactly helpful in the slightest. I know you wanted to address conversation too, but can you explain a little bit more?â
Ushijima nodded calmly, but that wasnât all I got from him. Vunerabilty was one hell of a feeling, and it dusted the highs of his cheeks red. And as his skin began to run hot, Ushijima himself grew antsy, his hand coming to rub at the nape of his neck.Â
ButâŠit was cute to me. The emotions I see on a daily basis are pride, sadness, angerâbut embarrassment is a rare one that I can always appreciate.Â
 âIâŠI donât know how to flirt. Itâs always awkward and I honestly feel stupid,â he mumbled, his stare pinned down at his pants.Â
âI hear you,â I consoled, a faint smile crowding at my lips.
âItâs such an unspoken realm that everyone is expected to know how to do but with no explanation. Flirting is something that is also unique to each person. It can be acts of kindness, giving compliments,âor the complete opposite. Some people like to tease, play rough, or even act cold as a form of flirting.â
Ushijima followed along with me, nodding his head every so often.Â
âSo then, what is the best way of flirting?â He asked.
âWell, I canât say. â
âLet me rephrase,â He interjected. âWhat would a man have to do or say to you in order for you to be interested in him?â
âWit.â
âWit?â
âYeah, I love witty, intelligent conversations. It could be anything and Iâll find interest in it. Just being able to express your intelligence to meâwhether it be on topic you know or asking questions, I love it all. I guess to keep it short, the mind and how a man expresses his knowledge is what gets me interested.â
The presence of a faint grin lit up Ushijimaâs face.
âThatâs what it takes, hmâŠâ
An air of enticement bled into the room and it shamefully claimed me as its victim. Iâll admit, Iâve never had a client as interesting as Ushijima. Aside from his genuine intrigue about sex and the ways of courting, he seems to have something more on his mindâand I wanted to know every single detail. But he plays along too well, thanks to that blank expression he wears so proudly. But he slipped up with that damn grin, now itâs my turn to play the next hand.Â
I placed my hand on the open cushion beside me, the tips of my fingers drumming along the leather surface.
âCome sit, letâs do an exerciseâŠjust so it really sinks in. Maybe youâll be able to use this as reference for the next lady that catches your eye.â
And just like that, Ushijima was swift to oblige. I was hooked on the sight of him standing from his seat, his hand toying with the buttons of his blazer. The white dress shirt he wore was finally revealed to me, the subtle hints of his muscular frame peeking through.Â
His steps were calm and controlled, carefully trudging around the glass coffee table. Ushijima held himself with a confidence unmatched to any man Iâve met thus far. He was interesting to observe, and even more fun to tease. Iâd be lying if I said I wasnât interested in seeing how far we could go, all kinds of thoughts were plaguing my mind.Â
As he stood over me, I had to bite back a smile, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.Â
This was turning out to be an interesting session, after all.
Ushijima placed himself on the couch at an armâs length away, leaving an untasteful gap amongst us. Yet when my eyes had fallen on his stoic face, the manâs fair skin was budding with the innocence of pink.Â
âWell donât be shy, Wakatoshi,â I cooed. My hand patted at the spot just beside my thigh, hinting for him to move closer.Â
âWe are here together for quite some time, might as well getâŠa little close.â
With a firm nod, Ushjima bridged the gap between strangers to acquanitances among us, his body now resting snug at my side. He had yet to face me, as if he was embarrassed to do. I noticed that he kept his hands in his lap, his digits nervously fiddling around.Â
I reached over to his hand, softly grazing along the back of his hand to ease his worries.
âUshijima? You ready? We donât have to do this, if youâre not comfortableââ
âNo, letâs do it,â he huffed, his body turned towards me. âWhat kind of exercise are we doing?â He asked, turning his body to face me.
âGreat! For the exercise, letâs pretend weâre meeting atâŠoh, I dunno, a bar. Do your best to try and ask me out on a date.â
âUmâŠY/NâŠyou do realize that the fact that I canât ask anyone on a date is why weâre here, right?â
âYesâŠI do, thank you for that. Use your imaginationâa bar has ambiance lighting, soft music, drinks on rotation, play on the environment, and make a good impression, okay?â
Ushijima sat in silence for a moment, his eyes narrowing as the seconds passed. I could assume that he was thinkingâreally thinking at that.Â
I almost pulled into my own daze of boredom, the color of the walls catching my eyeâuntil the quiet mumble of his voice broke the stilled air.Â
âWellâŠwhat do you drink at a bar?â
I tucked my leg beneath me as I shifted myself to give Ushijima my full and undivided attention. He mirrored me, turning so that we were both facing one another. Yet again, our eyes locked, unwilling to falter from the view we had of one another.
âI usually go for a glass of wine, Iâm not a fan of heavy liquor.â
âWineâs a good choice. Are you someone who pairs wine with food?â
I shook my head, âNot really. But, I do know that red wine goes best with some fruits, chocolate, and steak. RosĂ© goes best with grilled vegetables or salmon, and white is the best of both worlds.â
âOh really?â Ushijima hummed. âI never realized wine could be so specific. Since you know so much, why not put your knowledge to the test?â
âAnd how are we gonna do that?â
A soft smile grew across Ushijimaâs lips. He seemed to relax a bitâhis shoulders laxed, his side now resting against the couchâs back cushions, he even shifted a bit closer to me too; all of which made me ease up too. I wasnât feeling as guilty as I was beforeâif anything, I was pleased with the way our exercise was going.
Ushijima has such a nice, easy voice that greets the ear so kindly, and his eyes were just so alluring to stare into, I could sit here for hours just watching how his moss green hues catch the light of every hour. Not to mention that the scent of his cologne was finally welcomed into the scene, just wafting past my nose every so often.Â
He had all the making of an ideal guy, so why isnât heâ
âI know a place near here, a nice restaurant with a wine cellar in the basement,â he led on. â They have collections that date back years, and from what I know, the darker the wine, the richerâŠno, the sweeter it drips on the tongue. Iâd like to hear your thoughts in aâŠprofessional setting, if you may.â
âIâd like that,â I nodded, a curling grin consuming my senses. âIâm sure youâd have some thoughts to tell me too.â
Ushijima shrugged, his hand coming to brace the pulse of his neck. âHonestly, thereâs a lot on my mind I could tell you so much right now, but thenâŠwellâŠwe might not make it to the restaurant. And Iâm just dying to pour you a glass of wine, soâŠfor now Iâll be paitent.â
I pushed my lips into a wading pout. I could feel my eyes softening beneath his gaze. He could find the time to tease me back while flustered like thisâŠinteresting.
âAnd what if I donât have the same patience?â I pried, a sly smirk pressed onto my lips.
Thatâs when Ushijima sealed the end of our improv scene, bringing his hull of a body to overshadow my own. His lips came to fill the shell of my ear with an esteemed chuckle. His breath painted against my skin, awakening my nerves to greet him. I was helpless, at his every whimâand not a fiber in me wanted it any other way.Â
âThen Iâll just have to tease you âtil you breakâŠright?â
He drew himself back gradually, our dilated eyes catching sight of each other once more. I was at a loss for words, my lips agape beneath the heat of shock. At that moment, all I could think about what would followâhis lips crashing into mine, his hands bracing every curve of my body. I wanted to be under him, to have to stare up into those eyes to plead for relief from the stirring heat flaring about my body.Â
But then again, this isnât some magic fairytaleâŠitâs an appointment.
âHow was that?â He asked, his words breaking my sinful chain of thought.Â
âGood,â I complimented, hiding my roused thoughts behind a smile. âYouâll most definitely get a date like that.â
âWell, I might have gotten the date, but I wanna be able toâŠyâknowâŠâ
âTo what, Ushijima? You gotta be a little more clear than that,â I smirked.Â
His skin began to flush itself of its tan shade in lieu of the trickles of rose dotting the highs of his cheek.Â
âToâŠplease a woman.â
âPlease? LikeâŠplease and thank you? I hate speaking in codeâŠespecially in a professional setting.â I continued to press.Â
If I had known he was so shy towards the topic of sex earlier, then we wouldâve been able to ease into it. But for him to tease me like thatâŠitâs only fair I return the gracious favor.
Ushijimaâs eyes shot wide, a gasp breaking his lips apart. He was reluctant, but he gave in, biting at his bottom lip.
âFineâŠI wanna know how to be good at sexâŠhappy?â
âOh, well to be good at sex is just the same as being a good lover. And I can show you how with thisâŠ" I trailed off.
 I quickly rose from my spot on the couch, setting my sights on my bookcase. A few steps brought in front of the shelved plethora of knowledge, eyes searching for the spine of the book needed for the moment.
"Ah! Here we are," my hand plucking out the book from its peers.Â
âThisâŠis the Kama Sutra. Itâs an ancient Indian text written by the Hindu philosopher, VÄtsyÄyana Mallanaga; that explains how both men and women can lead rich sexual and social lifestyles. The Kama Sutra has become associated with sex positions over the years, but it doesnât make it a heavy presence within the book.â
I returned to Ushijimaâs side, seating myself beside him with the book in tow. I rested the Kama Sutra on his lap, allowing him to absorb the famed text. I watched as his eyes flitted about the cover, tracing every word to be found.
âWanna flip through it?â I suggested, softly tugging at the book cover.Â
âYeah,â Ushijima nodded. âIâm interested.â
From the moment I opened the book, Ushijima and I were bound by the knowledge of the old world. The pages were written in english, yet the message was something that transcended all known languages. I went on to explain to him how the kama sutra devled into how sex between two lovers should be enjoyable for everyone, and how the pleasure of the woman would lead to ultimate satisfaction for both parties.
Though Iâve read it before for papers, presentations, and even for my dissertation, reading it with Ushijima was an experience that struck the strings of my heart in a special way.Â
Maybe it was becasue he expressed a genuine interest in the questions he asked. Or maybe it was the cute reactions he made when things finally clicked. Or maybe it was the plain fact that I had someone beside me to read it with for once.Â
From time to time, I took a few moments to study Ushijimaâs reaction to his answered questions. He would blink a few times, as though he had to internalize all of what was said. Then, heâd peered over to me with a smile curling up the corners of his mouth.
Our chase of knowledge led us to the chapter on positions, the pageâs title calling for Ushijimaâs attention to be riled.Â
âThis chapter looks short. Where are the positions?â
âWell, the Kama Sutra actually doesnât have any positions, it gives advice on how to select and personalize positions between lovers.â
âHuh,â he huffed. ââŠand what does that look like?
âWant me to show you?â
A blanket of silence fell over him, and heâs back to wearing that blank, sedated look on his face.
Damn, was that too strong? It was a little forward but I know itâs nothingâ
âIf itâs not too muchâŠIâd be honored.â
âWell, then,â I grinned as I placed the book atop of the glass tabletop. âLetâs get started.â
Ushijimaâs hand nuzzled along my waist, guiding me over his lap to straddle him.
âYou can just sit right on me, I think weâre getting a little closer, yeah?â
âI think we are, but we can get closer too, yâknow.â
âAnd can we do that?âÂ
With that burning question of his, I was forced to bear the weight of what lust looks in his eyesâhis pupils dilating, his eyelids growing heavy, and a mischievous smirk tracing his lips.Â
âDo you wanna be on top?â I quizzed, toying with the top button of his dress shirt.
âWell Iâm just here to observe, so I think you should be on top,â he said, leaning back against the couch. He brought me down with him, his hands nestled along my lower back. Just like that, my chest was smothered against the tauntingly chiseled mass of his own.Â
My hands languidly skimmed along the face of Ushijimaâs shirt. He held still as my touch consumed him and his senses whole, his lungs coaxed into a steam of shaky shallow, breaths.Â
âYâknow, we have to find a way to make this position our own, make sure we fit each other just right,â I hummed, draping my arms along his broad shoulders. I lowered myself further into his groin, pressing up against something hardâŠand twitchy.
Thatâs when I felt it, a thick bulge nested right between Ushijima and I.Â
Men are so easy, itâs so cute.Â
That stoic face of his was cracking right before my eyesâhis eyes screwed shut, lips stunning with a puffy pout, his cheeks brushed with the innocent hues of blush. He looked so lost in his own heat, desperately squirming for a remedy.Â
âOh my-fuck, Y/N. What do you want from me? Iâll do anything, just say the word!â
I brought my thumb to tug along the plush of Ushijimaâs bottom lip, his glossed skin clinging to my touch.
âAww, whereâs the patience you had earlier? I thought you were gonna tease me? But seeing you like thisâŠitâs a good look on you too, Wakatoshi.â
A gentle grin eased itself into Ushijimaâs features, fueled by the same salacious nature dotting his eyes. His hold over me shifted, his hand slipping down to grasp at the thick curve of my ass. He even found the chance to snake his hand between us to cup at the underside of my thigh. He kept me near, forcing his chest to curl into mine as he sat up once more.Â
âI can guarantee you one thing, Y/N.â Ushijima huffed, his heavy eyes peering up at me.Â
âOh, and whatâs that?â
âAfter me, you wonât ever need another lover.â
My hazy stare fluttered between his eyes and his lips, capturing the sight of It was almost likat was all I needed to finally be sealed beneath his trance. And because of that, I was able to press a soft peck onto Ushijimaâs lips, breaking away just to whisper words of encouragement for his racing mind to catch.Â
âThen prove it.â
Sharing my spite, Ushijimaâs lips bared one final smirk before crashing against my own. His kiss told me all I needed to knowâsoft, puffy, and clinging to my own. The supply curves of his lips caught every pushing tide I offered, ignithing a ravenous intent deep within us both.Â
His hands roamed over my body, claiming every curve, every inch of me for his taking. Itâs dizzying to have him like this, a nonchalant man turned hungry for every crumb to offer. He was getting restless, his hips bucking for friction all over again.Â
Maybe I was so focused on how dumb his lips had driven me or his hands tracing my body like a sculpture to his sculpture, but how he managed to have me pinned beneath him and smothered into the leather cushion is a mystery to me alone, but I wasnât about to complain.Â
How could I when he smothered me beneath the thick of his chest, sending my head into a dizzied frenzy But with the way his lips carried such care to dance with mine was enough for me to forgive him for being so needy. The same needyâno, greedy nature made him take control without any room for debate, and I surely wasnât planning on starting anything I couldnât finish.
âMm, Y/N?â He mumbled, breaking our kiss.
âHm?"
âIf I remember correctly, didnât the book say I should make you cum a few times? Through your pleasure, I'll find mine right?"
"Look at you, guess you really are learning. I think it did...so what are we gonna do about that?"
I didnât need to hear the words to know what he had planned. I lifted my hips to help him, his hands stripping me free of my pants.Â
Ushijima slotted himself between the couch and the table, clutching at my waist from below.Â
His arms hooked around my thighs, his hands resting within the crease of my thighs, his filled palms squeezing at the plush fat. He seemingly ignored the fact that my underwearâthe most annoying fact to existâwas still on.
Until his fingers began to trace along the pink lace. Slowly, carefully, and lazily he dragged the pad of his digit all over my panties, feeding some new whim of his.Â
I watched him for a while as he led with his own agenda. Until I couldnât sit still without some answer.Â
âArenât you forgetting something?â
âAm I?â He retorted, his eyes darting to meet mine.
His touch burned with the thrill of tease as he gradually followed the edges towards the inseam of my panties. The pad of his middle finger was all he relied on as he carefully traced the puffy lips of my pussy.Â
His finger sunk between my clothes lips, just for his discovery to be rewarded with the bud of my clit. Thatâs when Ushijima pinned his stare on me, antagonizing me into a game of endurance.Â
Those aimless strokes turned into a series of sloppy circles, Ushijima claiming my clit as his latest victim in his game of taunts.
A whine cracked from behind my lips, something was stirring deep within me. Heâs just teasing me but yet it was enough for my legs to tremble and my core to grow heavy with desire. How the fuck was he doing this to me?
A sigh from Ushijima broke my train of jumbled thoughts, bringing me back into the hellish scene.Â
His breath fanned over the supple skin of my inner thigh, the heat inducing tremors to rake through my limbs.Â
âAw, Iâm making a mess, â Ushijima sighed. âOh well.â
He drew himself back from me, fidgeting with the buttons of his shirt. He plucked his shirt open one button at a time, stopping just midway of his chest.Â
I closed my legs, allowing him to tug my soaked pink pantiesf rom beneath me and off somewhere in the room. Ushijima returned to his post between my thighsâprying my legs apart for him to fill once again. His heavy arms curled around my thighs, his cheek nuzzled against the plumped skin.Â
My face swelled with heat as he continued his marvels, his hand cupping my cunt. His thick fingers settled against my lips, spreading the fat supple mounds apart for him to see.Â
âOh, Y/NâŠâ He mumbled, pulling my hips closer to his awaiting tongue.Â
A scattered sigh tore out from Ushijimaâs mouth, tickling my bare pussy with its heat.Â
His heavy eyes were pinned to the raw sight he created of my pussy. I watched as his sights flickered over the scene, enticing his teeth to digging into his bottom lip. Determination painted his face with its fierce hues that it even fanned over to me. Iâve never had a man look at my cunt with such passion. It was enough for me to even succumb to the heat of it all.Â
âMm, fuck. Just lemmeâŠâ Ushijima trailed off mindlessly.Â
Before he could even finish his thought, his lips were already busy with peppering kisses along my dewed folds. Kisses that were wet, sloppy and kiss carried the sweet, lewd cries of Ushijima coaxing my clit to join in his dance for two.
Itâs filthy the way Ushijima works at my clitâhis tongue lolls about my clit lazily, leaving glimmering soapy trails of spit to drip past my folds.
Every lash he delivers is a thoughtful one; the warm, soft flat of his tongue dragging against the puffy pearl, the sticky mess heâd made out of my clit clinging to the grooves of his tongue.
His lips are like velvet, left plump by the kisses weâd given on each just moments before. And to have those same luscious lips envelope my clit into a world that was nothing short of dizzying.Â
Just the thought of his ministrations alone left my clit spry, the bundle of nerves twitching within the confines of Ushijimaâs sloppy mouth. He busied himself with a soporific rhythm, suckling at the rathe bud just for kicks.
Ushijima peered at me through dilated pupils, those olive hues flickering all about my face. I couldnât imagine the sight he had of me being committed to memory: puffy lips spilling with drool, close eyes screwed shut, and crude, whimsical curses ripping from my mouth.Â
âMmhm, talk to me, Angel. feels good?â
âMm, yesyesyes! Oh fuck, just like that Ushijima!â my voice weakly keened.Â
Awe glistened in my eyes as I watched him, mindlessly chasing an orgasm for my body to revel in. Yet, my drowsy lids were pinned to his jaw, bearing the weight of his hunger. Something came over me, a sense of adoration. So, I reached out to cup his jaw, grazing along what worked so hard to pull an orgasm out of me.Â
My thumb settled along the highs of his cheek, stroking at his flustered skin. Heâs doing such a good job on my behalf, how couldnât I thank him?
âOh, thatâs it. Yâre doing a good job, Ushijima,â I praised, sharing a weak grin.Â
âOh, Iâm not done with you yet, pretty girl,â he chuckled softly.
In place of his lips, Ushijima brought a single digit nip at my entrance. He drew lazy circles around my slit, prepping me for whatâs to come.
Heâs gentle, easing barely half an inch of his digit inside. My walls grew lax for Ushijima, sucking his long thick fingers to fill my pussy.
He made me so sensitive that just off that, I was whimpering out babbles to fall on no oneâs ears in particular. Yet Ushijima still took heed to be kind with me.
âShhh, just take me, baby. âm gonna go as slow as you want me to,â he assured.Â
I didnât feel his hand move from my thigh, but it did, reaching out for my own. Through my drunken senses, I managed to welcome his hand into mine, our fingers folding over one another. Â
Bit by bit, Ushijimaâs finger filled my gummy walls. He really was gentle, moving when my walls were lax and willing. He drove his finger to the hilt, only to slowly pull his digit back.
âOhâŠfuckkkâŠsâ pretty,â he slurred, passing a glance back towards me.Â
âTell me where you want me.â
âJust curl your finger up--- oooh fuck!â I mewled, tossing my head back against the couch.
My hands followed suit, splitting away from Ushijima to grip along the couchâs frame behind my head. When I had Ushijima in my sights again, it wasnât without a smug grin crowding his visage.
âSoâŠis it here?â Ushijima asked, the pad of his digit lightly pulsing at my sweet spot.
âMhm, right there. Just keep doing that.â
âAww, Y/N, you shouldnât have told me thatââm gonna have fun with you now.â
Ushijima snickered as he returned to my clit, inviting the perked bud to melt over his tongue all over again. I trembled at the combined notions, sending an arch to overwhelm my spine.
âW-Wait, UshiâThatâs too much, âm already so close!â
Ushijima merely nodded, my words essentially falling onto deaf ears. Electricity licked all throughout my body, sending twitches to rattle my weak legs. I couldnât take it, Ushijimaâs finger toying with my sweet spot, he was setting me on course for the high of my life.Â
âW-Wakatoshi! Toshiâfuck, âm cumming!â I cried, my lungs grasping for what air could enter.Â
Ushijimaâs finger plugged itself at my core, bringing a seizing crash to break over my body. Every ounce of me held firm, shivering to bear the weight of my chased high. My hips waved against the pad of his digit, riding out the end of my ecstasy off whatever friction would be found.Â
Ushijima withdrew his finger from my cunt, leaving my poor hold bare and gaping for something else to fill me. He brought that sullied digit straight to his mouth , sucking my honey off his fingers as he gleamed over me. Sporadic breaths chimed through the sex-stained air, my chest buckling to keep up with me.
âThatâs a good girl,â Ushijima cooed. âCumming so hard for me. Look at what you did to me.âÂ
Ushijima stood from my legs, his hand racing to grip at his crotch. And he was rightâhis pants were strained thanks to his bulge, the fabric just barely holding itself together. But what caught my attention was the bubbly mess of precum foaming through his slacks.Â
âDidnât even touch me and you made me cum, should be proud,â he chuckled.âBut thatâs fine, weâre evenâŠfor now.â
âAnd what does that mean?â I asked, shifting myself to lay along the couch.Â
âLetâs find out what I mean together.â
Ushijima quickly stripped himself of his clothes coaxing me to strip of whatever clothing was left on me as well. As he removed his clothing, my eyes hinged on his bare bodyâtaut muscles highlighted his towering frame. Heâs ribbed with strength chiseled to suit his build.
A thick trail of faint brown hair from his belly button guided down to the sight resting between his legs. Heâs big, cock so heavy with lust that it needed no help to rise on its own. His cock was topped by a thick, fat reddened bulb, dribbling with glossy tears. His length was tanned, adorned with veins from the poor pressure building at his core. I watched as Ushijima settled himself between my legs, his dick slapping down against my tummy.
"See? Look how deep I'm gonna go," he smirked, his hand gripped at the base of his cock.
I laid my head on the couchâs armrest, lying in wait for Ushijima's next move.Â
Ushijima placed his painfully hard cock to lay within my folds, my clit smothered beneath the weight.Â
âIâm gonna go slow, okay?"
I nodded as I peered down to watch Ushijima nudged at my hole with the head of his cock, slowly prying my slit to greet his girth.Â
âFuhâpretty pussyâs taking me in already. Griping me sâ fucking tight,â Ushijima seethed, his hands griping along the couchâs cushions. Â
My walls supplied Ushijimaâs cock with gushing kisses, fluttering about his throbbing length. He kept working to bury himself to the hilt, dipping his hips to engulf my senses with nothing but himâhis scent, his ardor, his fat bulbous heat fixated on digging out my cunt.
âYâre so big, Toshi! Fuck, go deeper!â
âNuh uh, âUshijima tutted as his eyes came to a screwed shut. âDonât be so greedy, Baby. I got you, justâŠâshitâfeel me, okay? His honeyed voice whimpered.Â
I nodded softly, watching as Ushijimaâs hips finally granted my wish. I couldnât help but squeeze him in place, my walls fluttering around him. He was just so huge, filling out every inch of my pussy like it was nothing. My lashes grew heavy from the bubbling sear of tears lining my eyes. This painâan intoxicating stretch sent me down a spiral of, being so full like this by Ushijima was something I was enthralled by the feeling of being so full and stretched around him.Â
Ushijima took notice too as he looked down at the unfolding scene.Â
âAw look, you took every inch! âm s-soâŠproud of you,â Ushijima huffed out.Â
He leaned over me, pressing his chest flush against my own, resting his forehead within the crook of my neck. He brought his world crashing into mine, the heat of our bodies melding into one. I could even sense his heartbeat, thumping a languid aria into my skin. All I wanted to do was hold him, to have this moment last for as long as we could. But considering the throbbing mess heâd been reduced to, lust reigned over all other senses.
âIâm gonna start moving,â Ushijima mumbled into my dewed skin. âJustâŠtalk to me, Princess. Just wanna see that face when you cum for me againâŠso fuckinâ bad.âÂ
He reeled his hips back weakly, striping my walls of the salacious fill of him. He drew himself just enough to have the tip just barely slipping from out of me, only for him to stuff every inch of him to the hilt.Â
âT-Toshi! Ohmygosh!â I squealed, sending my hands to brace along the thick of his forearms.Â
âI-I know. âm sorry! H-Here, gonna kiss it all better,â Ushijima groaned, his lips sloppily crashing into mine.Â
Through all this, Ushijimaâs hips rocked gently, working a cadence just for me. Slow yet deep allowed the red, weeping bulb of his cock to chip away at my need for dominance. Each reel of his cock enticed my walls to ease in his care, granting him to move that much quicker.Â
And within those passing moments, the quiet squelches erupted into the lewd cymbals of clashing skin breaking into the air. Ushijima drove his cock to the hilt with ease.Â
The same fate befell him, his quiet and restrained grunts now morphed into quivering sobs. His lips now dressed a heavy pout, dripping with his spit and carrying his weary words.
âKeep squeezing like that ând Iâm gonna cum."
âM-Me too, Toshi! Iâm so close!â
I perched myself onto my elbows, urgent to close the valley left to exist between our two worked bodies.Â
Not a word had to fall from my lawless tongue for Ushijima to soothe my wants. He leaned in, hunching over to blur our worlds into one. His hand snaked around to brace the nape of my neck, bestowing a gentle grip over me just to keep me close. He pressed his forehead flush against my own, beads of sweat dotting my skin.
Our lips remained poised in the heat of our budding passion, catching every whimsical babble we had to each other..
I couldnât resist smothering him in a kiss, lazily catching every moan to ring from his chest. He was working so hard on my behalf, driving himself mad, sweaty, and depleted just to please meâoh, how lucky was I?
He broke away from our messy kiss, muttering some mantra that seemed to grasp his concern more.
He retreated back onto his haunches, pinning his sights on the messy canvas heâd made of my cunt. His thumb, the pad of his digit etching loose loops over the cherried pearl.Â
I reached out to brace his wrist, pulling his hand to lay atop my tummy.
âNuh uh, donât wanna cum like that. J-just keepâfuck! Please donât stop!â I sobbed, rolling my ensnared hips to match Ushijimaâs tempo.
âAww cumming already? Better make a mess or else I'm not stopping til you do.â
âOoo-oh fuck, I-IÂ can make a mess! Just frâ you.â
From that pledge Ushijima and I made, a fever dream broke out over the room. A dream fueled by sinful fervor that claimed any sense Ushijima and I had down to nothing. All we had on the brain was each other, doing our own part helping each meet our peaks.
As for me, heâs rendered me dumb and drunk over his cock, feeding my sweet spot with his deliciously thick girth. Dumb hiccuping babbles were all I could muster. My plushy walls were consumed by a familiar flutter, my inevitable high teetering on the edge.
âToshiToshi, right there! Iâm gonnaâ!" The word trapped itself within my throat, only to be replaced by a blubbering whimper.
A spell of heat licked at every nerve in my body. My eyes were sent rolling into the back of my head as my overwhelmed body coaxed my poor ruined cunt to weep, a burst of tears gushing over Ushijimaâs flexed abdomen. Â
âGood fucking girl, making a mess just like I asked. I wannaâfuck!â'm wanna cum with you too!â
The peak of my high left me just barely conscious, my eyes heavy with the sudden heft of fatigue. Through the thick gathering of my lashes, I gawked at Ushijima, his own nirvana finally crashing down around him.Â
âOhââm cumming! Y/N, I'm gonna cum!â
Ushijima trembled as his rutting hips came to a stuttering halt. He frantically ripped himself from inside of me, the roused nerves of his cock sent into a twitching frenzy. Nuzzling the bulbous head along my inner thigh, the warm tears of white painted skin, followed by a clogged groan pouring from Ushijimaâs gaping mouth.Â
He collapsed on top of me, his lungs desperately heaving for air. I laced my arms around him, taking my digits through his unkempt hair as he came down.Â
âShhh, itâs okay, I got you. Just relax,â I hummed softly.Â
Ushijima and I lay on that couch for a while longer, neither of us ready to move. As I combed through his hair, he kept a hand on my stomach, tapping away at some tempo to soothe himself. Just a quiet, peaceful reflection of the practices he and I had done.
He was right, I don't think I'll need another lover after that. My legs were practically useless, my throat sore, and my body was still reeling from the temors of my high. Even Ushijima still shivered from time to time. That moment was something straight out of a movie, calm, quiet, and filled with a growing fondness.
To my surprise, Ushijima was the first to break the silence with a question.
âSo about our date, what time worksââ
âOh! You were serious about that?!âÂ
Ushijima nodded, âWellâŠyes. I know it was an exercise but I really wanted to take you out somewhere nice. And I actually do know a place around here with a huge wine cellar.â
 My head fell into a tilt as I studied Ushijima for a second. Heâs back to his regular âstoicâ self but this time every feature in his face was softenedâhis brows, his lips, his eyes; all carried a bout of sincerity. I simply had no heart to deny him, especially now knowing what kind of man he was in the face of rapture.
âYâknow what, Ushijima,â I purred as my hand reached to cup his cheek.
âIâd like that.â
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KAMA SUTRA SESSIONS!
°â°âąàŒą â„ SYNOPSIS: When you get an appointment from a passing athlete who wants to better his game with women, who's better to answer the call than the resident sÄx therapist?
°â°âąàŒą â„ CW: 8.7k words, told in first person, sáșœx therapist!fem!reader, post timeskip!ushijima, not mentioned but ages are both 26, use of an oc, dialogue-heavy, pwp, peĆetration, cunnilÄ«ngus, fiĆgering, sqĂ»irting, implied size difference, unprotected
°â°âąàŒą â„ DEAR READER, FROM CHRIS: So this was inspired by my most recent field of study: s*x and the kama sutra. and from my research and thinking "hm, who would have an interest in this?" is how this fic came to be. hope you enjoy!
In the life as a sex therapist, thereâs some things that you hear, see, and even experience that add years to the career.Â
 At first, I thought it was going to be a failed business move, considering that sex is seen as a taboo topic by some. I mean, itâs a process as natural as birth but people shame it with such strong resentmentâŠlike itâs an unimaginable evil thatâs ruining the world.
I couldnât help but to think my discouragement was properly placed. I was in a town with families, retirees, no one that would really need my advice.
That âfailed business moveâ of a thought lasted all of a week.Â
Thanks to the small pickett signs I personally had made and placed around the office buildingâs parking lot and nearby plazas, I had clients booking with me by the hour.Â
Couples of all agesâsome married, some divorced, many singles, even polyamorous groupings contacted my office.Â
When people heard of a new sex therapist entering the area and started booking sessions with me, I could only wish to know what was going through their minds.
Iâve dealt with teary confessions about how wives have lost attraction for their husbands, husbands who come to terms with the fact that they donât know how to please their wives. Iâve even gotten singles whoâve come in just to make sure they still know how to perform in the bedroom.Â
In these past four years, Iâve learned that just because people shun the idea of sex and sexual education during the day, theyâll come on their hands and knees at night. Itâs been an interesting ride, but I can proudly say that Iâve helped many people in the area rekindle their sparkle and to finally achieve their goals with their partners.
The days Iâve spent at the office were nothing short of fulfillingâand today was supposed to be like no other.
Supposed to, of course.
My day started out like normal; waking up in my bed with my eyes fluttering open. The first thing I settled my hazy squint onto was the rays of sunlight peeking through my creme shutters, begging to illuminate my room.Â
I pried my hand from underneath my pillow to grab my phone off on my bedside table, the screen greeting me with a single message:Â
(1) VOICEMAIL FROM: Hana
Hana, my cheeky, bright-eyed, receptionist. She joined me when she was a freshman at the local community college, just taking classes until she figured out what she wanted to do with her life. Fast-forward to today, sheâs a fresh graduate with a bachelors in psychology.Â
Sheâs taken it upon herself to call her around 6 A.M every day with a debrief of the day ahead. When I asked her why she does it, the sweet girl simply told me the extra effort was the least she could do.Â
Since then, Iâve bumped her pay high enough so that she can support herself by herself and havenât pressed the topic a vowel further.
With my debriefing at hand, I sat up in my bed, sleep still lingering behind my eyelids. I have half a mind to cancel whatever appointments I have today and sleep just for an hour more. But when I looked down at the time on my screen, it was a reality I knew I couldnât afford.
9:00 A.M.
My office opened in an hour and my first appointment always starts at 10:30âŠbless me.
âOkay, Hana, letâs see what you have for me,â I mumbled as I clicked on the awaiting tab.Â
As my thumb pressed the play button, Hanaâs voice instantly became my background noise for my morning routineâwhich began in the bathroom for a shower.
ââMorning, Y/N! Hope you slept well! I have good news and bad news for you. And no, I canât give you the bad news first because itâs intertwined with the good news. So for starters, you have a light dayâone appointment! Bad newsâŠand this is a first for usâŠthis client booked you for a few hours.â
âHours?!? What the fuââ
Just hearing that made me pop my head from behind the glass shower door. Clients usually meet with me for an hour, an hour and a half if needed but hours???
âI know exactly what youâre thinking becauseâŠwhat the fuck?? But when I explain more about him, I think youâll be impressed.â
âOkay, youâve got a bit of a celebrity on your hands today. This one is Ushijima Wakatoshi. Heâs 26, a player for the Schweiden AldersâŠa professional volleyball team. Heâs playing a game against our national team and is gonna be in town for a few days. He booked with you because, and this is in his words, he says that heâs a little âawkward in the realm of love and wants to improve his social skills andâŠ.intimate skills.â He also sent over test resultsâŠheâs clean, just to let you know . SoâŠhave fun with this one!â
And just like that, Hanaâs cheery voice was reduced to naught, melding with the stillness of my bathroom.Â
I turned off the water, standing in a foggy haze. There was only one thought in my mind:Â
Well then, Ushijima WakatoshiâŠletâs start the day together right.
â§âââ  ïœĄïŸâ
: *.⊠.* :â
. ââââ§
âHana! Oh my sweet flower, I brought your favoriteâȘ!â I sang, entering through the officeâs front door.
Hana lifted her head from behind the monitor, her bright smile complementing my own.Â
âAn omlettle with cheese and hash browns on the side?!?â She squealed, jumping from her seat.Â
âMhm! Enjoy!â
Before I could take a step further, Hana ran to greet me with a hug, her curly black hair dusting along my chest.Â
âThank you, Thank you!â She cheered, stepping back from me. She quickly took the stuffed brown bag from my hands before returning to her desk.Â
With a fading grin, I turned my attention down towards my top, a fitted rose dress shirt with just a few top buttons left undone. I wiped a few wrinkles away, shifting my attention down to my black pressed slacks that didn't face the same fate.Â
Still just as fresh and clean as when I left my apartment.
âSo,â I began as I walked towards Hana. âHow much do I have before our guest checks in?â
âMmm, about 20. But Y/NâŠheâs so hot! I looked him up and wow! LikeâŠIâm kinda confused how heâs having issues with girls. Iâm sure the women at his matches throw themselves at him,â Hana gushed between a bite of her omelette.
I leaned against the rim of the desk, resting my red leather purse and my hips along the surface.
âOh, you know how it goes. Looks can get you far, but itâs your words and actions that determine your success. I bet he does look good, but he probably needs more work on his confidence.â
âAh, true. Well, you go tidy up your office and Iâll run the vacuum out here in a few,â Hana said, her hand shooing me away.
I grabbed my bag and giggled, âOkay, okay! Butââ
I couldnât even finish my thought when the front door tolled open, gaining a stare out of Hana and me.
âUmâŠexcuse meâŠIâm here for Dr. L/N. I have an appointment at 10:30, but I just wanted to show up a little early,â the deep voice announced.
I turned my head to meet the owner behind such a voice, just for my eyes to be stunned at the sight.
A man, a tall one at that. He stood in the middle of the office with a straight face, staring back at Hana and I. His hair was a shade of brown unique to him only, brushed back to reveal his entire face. His features were strongâhis jawline sharp, his cheekbones high, brows trimmed and clean, his eyes glimmering like that of a polished citrine gem.Â
Hana was rightâŠhe really was something to marvel at.
He stood with his hands behind his back, impassively waiting for someone to replyâor not, he really seemed unbothered.
I didnât even need to guess what his physique could be underneath such proper garb. Those muscles werenât shy of peeking beneath the navy suit he wore. The white dress shirt beneath was crisp, and no tie was in sight âwhich I guess is casual to him.
I bit my lip softly, Iâve never been intimidated by a man before, but this one made my face swell with a wafting heat. So this is Ushijima WakatoshiâŠthe name fits him perfectly.
Nonetheless, I had a job to do.
I rolled my shoulders back and began a few short steps towards him, the click of my heels slienced against the plush sage green carpet.Â
There I was, standing before him. My height met him just beneath his collarâand thatâs thanks to my heels. I held my hand out to him, my glossed lips curling into a rich smile.Â
âMr. Ushijima, itâs so nice to meet you! Iâm Dr. L/N, but Y/N works just fine. This is Hana, my lovely receptionist.â
His hand was rough and worked, but slid against my palm like butter, his warmth melding into my touch. His thumb sat past my own, the rough pad swiping ever so softly along my skin. When my eyes finally eased from their shared smile as my lips, I couldnât look away from him.Â
His own gaze was captivating, almost entrapping me in a trace of just him and I. I watched as his lips curled into a faint smile, a brief flash of white meeting my eyes.
âOh, Y/N, itâs wonderful to meet you! Please, feel free to call me Ushijima or Wakatoshi! Iâve been waiting for this appointment for a while now..Â
He broke away from our contact to give his attention to Hana, waving to her with his other hand.
âAnd itâs nice to meet you too, Hana! Thank you for your hard work!â
I didnât need to look back to know the look on Hanaâs face: sheâs a flustered mess with her tongue caught in a shudder.
âO-OhâŠthanks, sir! Itâs not without Y/N, though. I c-can tell you that youâll be inâŠgreat hands!.â
Ushijima turned his sights back towards me, that muted curl of his lips growing into a full-bodied smile at last.Â
âI sure hope so.â
I gave Ushijima one last smile before taking my hand away from his, my hands clasping together.Â
âLetâs begin! Iâll bring you back and weâll get on,â I announced, turning away from Ushijima.Â
As I passed by the desk, I grabbed my bag and gave Hana a swift smirk, one she returned with a wink.Â
Ushijima and I descended down the hall until we arrived to a room a door down from my office, room 165.
I turned the doorknob as I leaned against the white door, âCome on in.â
Ushijima nodded as he passed me, the faint scent of his cologne whisked past my nose. Itâs richâbergamot, some sage, amber, and even a hint of vanilla. Thatâs a good mix, and his body isnât rejecting it, a man who knows his signature scent is a rare one these days.
The room I bought us to was of decent sizeâabout the size of a childâs bedroom. The walls were handpainted by Hana and I some years ago, a soft peach with white carpeting. The furniture was all espresso colored, from the two leather seats that faced one another, the coffee table between the two, and the bookshelf that stood against the window.
It was a pretty comfy room, one that many current and past clients raved about.Â
âPick your side and get comfortable, weâre gonna be here awhile,â I teased, closing the door behind me.Â
âI must apologize for that. I heard about you some time ago during a tournament and Iâve always wanted to have a sit down with you. And since I donât come to the States often, I thought it was best to have an ample amount of time with you,â Ushijima confessed as he settled into the leather arm chair.
I followed suit, placing my bag onto the table as I sank into the seat.Â
âOh, donât apologize! Youâre actually my only client today, so we can take up all day if need be. I want you to leave here confident and more sure of yourself. Which brings me to my first questionâŠâ
I folded my legs over one other, resting my hands within my lap. My eyes settled over Ushijima, not with the same set that marveled at him just minutes before. This time, I excused his attraction for purpose, preparing myself to ask the timeless question:
âWhat brings you in today?â
Ushijima brought himself to sit up in his seat, his large hands drifting to brace his clothed thigh.
âWell, put shortlyâI wanna get better with women. I canât talk to them, and then I see my teammatesâthey can strike up a conversation with them so easily. And women do talk to me, but itâs just notâŠoh how can I put thisâŠwith substance?â
âWhat do women say to you?â I asked, leaning back into the couch.
âJust talk about my looks, or how impressed they are. Iâve heard it one too many times, it gets tiring. I know theyâre just trying to make conversation with me by complimenting me, but those things just bore me. My teammates love that kind of attention, but it all seems pointless to me.â
âAnd why is that?â
âBecause,â Ushijima sighed. âItâs just going to go nowhere. Iâm not into hooking up, the thought bores me honestly. I mean, I feel that you donât get the best of someone after one night, especially if your goal is just sex.â
âSo then Ushijimaââ
âWakatoshiâŠplease call me, Wakatoshi,â Ushijima intervened, a feeble smile creeping onto his face.
âOkayâŠWakatoshi, call me Y/N. Doctor is just too formal for me,â I added. âBut it still begs the question, Wakatoshi: What are you looking for?â
âAs in my romantic goals or my type?âÂ
âBoth work perfectly! Your interests do tie into your romantic goals,â I informed him.
Now, itâs so unbecoming of me to ask a client what their type isâŠbut Ushijima is such a special case that Iâll overlook just this once.
After posing the question to him, Ushijima took a moment of silence to ponder, his eyes narrowing down on me.
âMy type isâŠsmart. Really smart. A put together woman with a good sense of humor. Iâm more on the rigid side but I do appreciate a woman who can find joy in things. Her beauty goes without saying, so basicallyâa woman of substance.â
âOkay, soundsâ
âWhatâs your type?â
Just the query to catch me off my guardâŠand pique my interest. In all my years, Iâve never had a client return any of my questions to me; I didnât think Ushijima would be the first.Â
My cheeks flickered with heat, but I found comfort within the moment by biting my tongue softly. My eyes were pinned on him, Ushijima still wearing that blank yet firm expression on his faceâ neutral eyes, brows stilled and his mouth free of any curl or twitch.
Just a peaceful face behind a stinging question.
âI donât see how that mattersâŠ?â I said, staring at Ushijima through a razor-sharp squint.
âBut it does matter. Itâs not a hard question unless you make it one,â he continued. âWhatâs your type of man, Y/N? Itâd be nice to know, since weâre gonna be here awhile together.â
A grin perked up onto his lips, the cracks of pearly white teeth breaking onto the scene.
 âCanât I ask you some questions too?â
My lips broke apart between a brewing sigh, the tip of my tongue pressed against the gummy flesh of my cheek. I canât deny him to be honest, we are stuck here for some time, and this session couldnât continued as a one sided conversation forever.
âAlright, my typeâŠmy typeâŠ. I like a tall man, a nice athletic build, keeps himself well kept. As far as personality: smart, kind, respectful, responsible, and thoughtful. Thoughtfulness, however, is a big one for me. Itâs nice to know you mean so much to someone that they would take actions out of that place of love. Thatâs quite admirable in my eyes.â
There was an air of silence between Ushijima and I. He sat still and I did the same. Our eyes hadnât broken from each other either, yet the softening hues of olive green made me feel calm beneath Ushijimaâs gaze.Â
But this was an appointment, not a staring contest. I was the first to break the silence.
âA-hem..Um⊠well, I digress, letâs continue,â I choked out.Â
I broke the eye contact Ushijima and I worked so hard to maintain with a simple blink, searching for the next territory of topic to enter.Â
âSo where did weâtalked about typesâŠbut thatâs not exactly helpful in the slightest. I know you wanted to address conversation too, but can you explain a little bit more?â
Ushijima nodded calmly, but that wasnât all I got from him. Vunerabilty was one hell of a feeling, and it dusted the highs of his cheeks red. And as his skin began to run hot, Ushijima himself grew antsy, his hand coming to rub at the nape of his neck.Â
ButâŠit was cute to me. The emotions I see on a daily basis are pride, sadness, angerâbut embarrassment is a rare one that I can always appreciate.Â
 âIâŠI donât know how to flirt. Itâs always awkward and I honestly feel stupid,â he mumbled, his stare pinned down at his pants.Â
âI hear you,â I consoled, a faint smile crowding at my lips.
âItâs such an unspoken realm that everyone is expected to know how to do but with no explanation. Flirting is something that is also unique to each person. It can be acts of kindness, giving compliments,âor the complete opposite. Some people like to tease, play rough, or even act cold as a form of flirting.â
Ushijima followed along with me, nodding his head every so often.Â
âSo then, what is the best way of flirting?â He asked.
âWell, I canât say. â
âLet me rephrase,â He interjected. âWhat would a man have to do or say to you in order for you to be interested in him?â
âWit.â
âWit?â
âYeah, I love witty, intelligent conversations. It could be anything and Iâll find interest in it. Just being able to express your intelligence to meâwhether it be on topic you know or asking questions, I love it all. I guess to keep it short, the mind and how a man expresses his knowledge is what gets me interested.â
The presence of a faint grin lit up Ushijimaâs face.
âThatâs what it takes, hmâŠâ
An air of enticement bled into the room and it shamefully claimed me as its victim. Iâll admit, Iâve never had a client as interesting as Ushijima. Aside from his genuine intrigue about sex and the ways of courting, he seems to have something more on his mindâand I wanted to know every single detail. But he plays along too well, thanks to that blank expression he wears so proudly. But he slipped up with that damn grin, now itâs my turn to play the next hand.Â
I placed my hand on the open cushion beside me, the tips of my fingers drumming along the leather surface.
âCome sit, letâs do an exerciseâŠjust so it really sinks in. Maybe youâll be able to use this as reference for the next lady that catches your eye.â
And just like that, Ushijima was swift to oblige. I was hooked on the sight of him standing from his seat, his hand toying with the buttons of his blazer. The white dress shirt he wore was finally revealed to me, the subtle hints of his muscular frame peeking through.Â
His steps were calm and controlled, carefully trudging around the glass coffee table. Ushijima held himself with a confidence unmatched to any man Iâve met thus far. He was interesting to observe, and even more fun to tease. Iâd be lying if I said I wasnât interested in seeing how far we could go, all kinds of thoughts were plaguing my mind.Â
As he stood over me, I had to bite back a smile, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.Â
This was turning out to be an interesting session, after all.
Ushijima placed himself on the couch at an armâs length away, leaving an untasteful gap amongst us. Yet when my eyes had fallen on his stoic face, the manâs fair skin was budding with the innocence of pink.Â
âWell donât be shy, Wakatoshi,â I cooed. My hand patted at the spot just beside my thigh, hinting for him to move closer.Â
âWe are here together for quite some time, might as well getâŠa little close.â
With a firm nod, Ushjima bridged the gap between strangers to acquanitances among us, his body now resting snug at my side. He had yet to face me, as if he was embarrassed to do. I noticed that he kept his hands in his lap, his digits nervously fiddling around.Â
I reached over to his hand, softly grazing along the back of his hand to ease his worries.
âUshijima? You ready? We donât have to do this, if youâre not comfortableââ
âNo, letâs do it,â he huffed, his body turned towards me. âWhat kind of exercise are we doing?â He asked, turning his body to face me.
âGreat! For the exercise, letâs pretend weâre meeting atâŠoh, I dunno, a bar. Do your best to try and ask me out on a date.â
âUmâŠY/NâŠyou do realize that the fact that I canât ask anyone on a date is why weâre here, right?â
âYesâŠI do, thank you for that. Use your imaginationâa bar has ambiance lighting, soft music, drinks on rotation, play on the environment, and make a good impression, okay?â
Ushijima sat in silence for a moment, his eyes narrowing as the seconds passed. I could assume that he was thinkingâreally thinking at that.Â
I almost pulled into my own daze of boredom, the color of the walls catching my eyeâuntil the quiet mumble of his voice broke the stilled air.Â
âWellâŠwhat do you drink at a bar?â
I tucked my leg beneath me as I shifted myself to give Ushijima my full and undivided attention. He mirrored me, turning so that we were both facing one another. Yet again, our eyes locked, unwilling to falter from the view we had of one another.
âI usually go for a glass of wine, Iâm not a fan of heavy liquor.â
âWineâs a good choice. Are you someone who pairs wine with food?â
I shook my head, âNot really. But, I do know that red wine goes best with some fruits, chocolate, and steak. RosĂ© goes best with grilled vegetables or salmon, and white is the best of both worlds.â
âOh really?â Ushijima hummed. âI never realized wine could be so specific. Since you know so much, why not put your knowledge to the test?â
âAnd how are we gonna do that?â
A soft smile grew across Ushijimaâs lips. He seemed to relax a bitâhis shoulders laxed, his side now resting against the couchâs back cushions, he even shifted a bit closer to me too; all of which made me ease up too. I wasnât feeling as guilty as I was beforeâif anything, I was pleased with the way our exercise was going.
Ushijima has such a nice, easy voice that greets the ear so kindly, and his eyes were just so alluring to stare into, I could sit here for hours just watching how his moss green hues catch the light of every hour. Not to mention that the scent of his cologne was finally welcomed into the scene, just wafting past my nose every so often.Â
He had all the making of an ideal guy, so why isnât heâ
âI know a place near here, a nice restaurant with a wine cellar in the basement,â he led on. â They have collections that date back years, and from what I know, the darker the wine, the richerâŠno, the sweeter it drips on the tongue. Iâd like to hear your thoughts in aâŠprofessional setting, if you may.â
âIâd like that,â I nodded, a curling grin consuming my senses. âIâm sure youâd have some thoughts to tell me too.â
Ushijima shrugged, his hand coming to brace the pulse of his neck. âHonestly, thereâs a lot on my mind I could tell you so much right now, but thenâŠwellâŠwe might not make it to the restaurant. And Iâm just dying to pour you a glass of wine, soâŠfor now Iâll be paitent.â
I pushed my lips into a wading pout. I could feel my eyes softening beneath his gaze. He could find the time to tease me back while flustered like thisâŠinteresting.
âAnd what if I donât have the same patience?â I pried, a sly smirk pressed onto my lips.
Thatâs when Ushijima sealed the end of our improv scene, bringing his hull of a body to overshadow my own. His lips came to fill the shell of my ear with an esteemed chuckle. His breath painted against my skin, awakening my nerves to greet him. I was helpless, at his every whimâand not a fiber in me wanted it any other way.Â
âThen Iâll just have to tease you âtil you breakâŠright?â
He drew himself back gradually, our dilated eyes catching sight of each other once more. I was at a loss for words, my lips agape beneath the heat of shock. At that moment, all I could think about what would followâhis lips crashing into mine, his hands bracing every curve of my body. I wanted to be under him, to have to stare up into those eyes to plead for relief from the stirring heat flaring about my body.Â
But then again, this isnât some magic fairytaleâŠitâs an appointment.
âHow was that?â He asked, his words breaking my sinful chain of thought.Â
âGood,â I complimented, hiding my roused thoughts behind a smile. âYouâll most definitely get a date like that.â
âWell, I might have gotten the date, but I wanna be able toâŠyâknowâŠâ
âTo what, Ushijima? You gotta be a little more clear than that,â I smirked.Â
His skin began to flush itself of its tan shade in lieu of the trickles of rose dotting the highs of his cheek.Â
âToâŠplease a woman.â
âPlease? LikeâŠplease and thank you? I hate speaking in codeâŠespecially in a professional setting.â I continued to press.Â
If I had known he was so shy towards the topic of sex earlier, then we wouldâve been able to ease into it. But for him to tease me like thatâŠitâs only fair I return the gracious favor.
Ushijimaâs eyes shot wide, a gasp breaking his lips apart. He was reluctant, but he gave in, biting at his bottom lip.
âFineâŠI wanna know how to be good at sexâŠhappy?â
âOh, well to be good at sex is just the same as being a good lover. And I can show you how with thisâŠ" I trailed off.
 I quickly rose from my spot on the couch, setting my sights on my bookcase. A few steps brought in front of the shelved plethora of knowledge, eyes searching for the spine of the book needed for the moment.
"Ah! Here we are," my hand plucking out the book from its peers.Â
âThisâŠis the Kama Sutra. Itâs an ancient Indian text written by the Hindu philosopher, VÄtsyÄyana Mallanaga; that explains how both men and women can lead rich sexual and social lifestyles. The Kama Sutra has become associated with sex positions over the years, but it doesnât make it a heavy presence within the book.â
I returned to Ushijimaâs side, seating myself beside him with the book in tow. I rested the Kama Sutra on his lap, allowing him to absorb the famed text. I watched as his eyes flitted about the cover, tracing every word to be found.
âWanna flip through it?â I suggested, softly tugging at the book cover.Â
âYeah,â Ushijima nodded. âIâm interested.â
From the moment I opened the book, Ushijima and I were bound by the knowledge of the old world. The pages were written in english, yet the message was something that transcended all known languages. I went on to explain to him how the kama sutra devled into how sex between two lovers should be enjoyable for everyone, and how the pleasure of the woman would lead to ultimate satisfaction for both parties.
Though Iâve read it before for papers, presentations, and even for my dissertation, reading it with Ushijima was an experience that struck the strings of my heart in a special way.Â
Maybe it was becasue he expressed a genuine interest in the questions he asked. Or maybe it was the cute reactions he made when things finally clicked. Or maybe it was the plain fact that I had someone beside me to read it with for once.Â
From time to time, I took a few moments to study Ushijimaâs reaction to his answered questions. He would blink a few times, as though he had to internalize all of what was said. Then, heâd peered over to me with a smile curling up the corners of his mouth.
Our chase of knowledge led us to the chapter on positions, the pageâs title calling for Ushijimaâs attention to be riled.Â
âThis chapter looks short. Where are the positions?â
âWell, the Kama Sutra actually doesnât have any positions, it gives advice on how to select and personalize positions between lovers.â
âHuh,â he huffed. ââŠand what does that look like?
âWant me to show you?â
A blanket of silence fell over him, and heâs back to wearing that blank, sedated look on his face.
Damn, was that too strong? It was a little forward but I know itâs nothingâ
âIf itâs not too muchâŠIâd be honored.â
âWell, then,â I grinned as I placed the book atop of the glass tabletop. âLetâs get started.â
Ushijimaâs hand nuzzled along my waist, guiding me over his lap to straddle him.
âYou can just sit right on me, I think weâre getting a little closer, yeah?â
âI think we are, but we can get closer too, yâknow.â
âAnd can we do that?âÂ
With that burning question of his, I was forced to bear the weight of what lust looks in his eyesâhis pupils dilating, his eyelids growing heavy, and a mischievous smirk tracing his lips.Â
âDo you wanna be on top?â I quizzed, toying with the top button of his dress shirt.
âWell Iâm just here to observe, so I think you should be on top,â he said, leaning back against the couch. He brought me down with him, his hands nestled along my lower back. Just like that, my chest was smothered against the tauntingly chiseled mass of his own.Â
My hands languidly skimmed along the face of Ushijimaâs shirt. He held still as my touch consumed him and his senses whole, his lungs coaxed into a steam of shaky shallow, breaths.Â
âYâknow, we have to find a way to make this position our own, make sure we fit each other just right,â I hummed, draping my arms along his broad shoulders. I lowered myself further into his groin, pressing up against something hardâŠand twitchy.
Thatâs when I felt it, a thick bulge nested right between Ushijima and I.Â
Men are so easy, itâs so cute.Â
That stoic face of his was cracking right before my eyesâhis eyes screwed shut, lips stunning with a puffy pout, his cheeks brushed with the innocent hues of blush. He looked so lost in his own heat, desperately squirming for a remedy.Â
âOh my-fuck, Y/N. What do you want from me? Iâll do anything, just say the word!â
I brought my thumb to tug along the plush of Ushijimaâs bottom lip, his glossed skin clinging to my touch.
âAww, whereâs the patience you had earlier? I thought you were gonna tease me? But seeing you like thisâŠitâs a good look on you too, Wakatoshi.â
A gentle grin eased itself into Ushijimaâs features, fueled by the same salacious nature dotting his eyes. His hold over me shifted, his hand slipping down to grasp at the thick curve of my ass. He even found the chance to snake his hand between us to cup at the underside of my thigh. He kept me near, forcing his chest to curl into mine as he sat up once more.Â
âI can guarantee you one thing, Y/N.â Ushijima huffed, his heavy eyes peering up at me.Â
âOh, and whatâs that?â
âAfter me, you wonât ever need another lover.â
My hazy stare fluttered between his eyes and his lips, capturing the sight of It was almost likat was all I needed to finally be sealed beneath his trance. And because of that, I was able to press a soft peck onto Ushijimaâs lips, breaking away just to whisper words of encouragement for his racing mind to catch.Â
âThen prove it.â
Sharing my spite, Ushijimaâs lips bared one final smirk before crashing against my own. His kiss told me all I needed to knowâsoft, puffy, and clinging to my own. The supply curves of his lips caught every pushing tide I offered, ignithing a ravenous intent deep within us both.Â
His hands roamed over my body, claiming every curve, every inch of me for his taking. Itâs dizzying to have him like this, a nonchalant man turned hungry for every crumb to offer. He was getting restless, his hips bucking for friction all over again.Â
Maybe I was so focused on how dumb his lips had driven me or his hands tracing my body like a sculpture to his sculpture, but how he managed to have me pinned beneath him and smothered into the leather cushion is a mystery to me alone, but I wasnât about to complain.Â
How could I when he smothered me beneath the thick of his chest, sending my head into a dizzied frenzy But with the way his lips carried such care to dance with mine was enough for me to forgive him for being so needy. The same needyâno, greedy nature made him take control without any room for debate, and I surely wasnât planning on starting anything I couldnât finish.
âMm, Y/N?â He mumbled, breaking our kiss.
âHm?"
âIf I remember correctly, didnât the book say I should make you cum a few times? Through your pleasure, I'll find mine right?"
"Look at you, guess you really are learning. I think it did...so what are we gonna do about that?"
I didnât need to hear the words to know what he had planned. I lifted my hips to help him, his hands stripping me free of my pants.Â
Ushijima slotted himself between the couch and the table, clutching at my waist from below.Â
His arms hooked around my thighs, his hands resting within the crease of my thighs, his filled palms squeezing at the plush fat. He seemingly ignored the fact that my underwearâthe most annoying fact to existâwas still on.
Until his fingers began to trace along the pink lace. Slowly, carefully, and lazily he dragged the pad of his digit all over my panties, feeding some new whim of his.Â
I watched him for a while as he led with his own agenda. Until I couldnât sit still without some answer.Â
âArenât you forgetting something?â
âAm I?â He retorted, his eyes darting to meet mine.
His touch burned with the thrill of tease as he gradually followed the edges towards the inseam of my panties. The pad of his middle finger was all he relied on as he carefully traced the puffy lips of my pussy.Â
His finger sunk between my clothes lips, just for his discovery to be rewarded with the bud of my clit. Thatâs when Ushijima pinned his stare on me, antagonizing me into a game of endurance.Â
Those aimless strokes turned into a series of sloppy circles, Ushijima claiming my clit as his latest victim in his game of taunts.
A whine cracked from behind my lips, something was stirring deep within me. Heâs just teasing me but yet it was enough for my legs to tremble and my core to grow heavy with desire. How the fuck was he doing this to me?
A sigh from Ushijima broke my train of jumbled thoughts, bringing me back into the hellish scene.Â
His breath fanned over the supple skin of my inner thigh, the heat inducing tremors to rake through my limbs.Â
âAw, Iâm making a mess, â Ushijima sighed. âOh well.â
He drew himself back from me, fidgeting with the buttons of his shirt. He plucked his shirt open one button at a time, stopping just midway of his chest.Â
I closed my legs, allowing him to tug my soaked pink pantiesf rom beneath me and off somewhere in the room. Ushijima returned to his post between my thighsâprying my legs apart for him to fill once again. His heavy arms curled around my thighs, his cheek nuzzled against the plumped skin.Â
My face swelled with heat as he continued his marvels, his hand cupping my cunt. His thick fingers settled against my lips, spreading the fat supple mounds apart for him to see.Â
âOh, Y/NâŠâ He mumbled, pulling my hips closer to his awaiting tongue.Â
A scattered sigh tore out from Ushijimaâs mouth, tickling my bare pussy with its heat.Â
His heavy eyes were pinned to the raw sight he created of my pussy. I watched as his sights flickered over the scene, enticing his teeth to digging into his bottom lip. Determination painted his face with its fierce hues that it even fanned over to me. Iâve never had a man look at my cunt with such passion. It was enough for me to even succumb to the heat of it all.Â
âMm, fuck. Just lemmeâŠâ Ushijima trailed off mindlessly.Â
Before he could even finish his thought, his lips were already busy with peppering kisses along my dewed folds. Kisses that were wet, sloppy and kiss carried the sweet, lewd cries of Ushijima coaxing my clit to join in his dance for two.
Itâs filthy the way Ushijima works at my clitâhis tongue lolls about my clit lazily, leaving glimmering soapy trails of spit to drip past my folds.
Every lash he delivers is a thoughtful one; the warm, soft flat of his tongue dragging against the puffy pearl, the sticky mess heâd made out of my clit clinging to the grooves of his tongue.
His lips are like velvet, left plump by the kisses weâd given on each just moments before. And to have those same luscious lips envelope my clit into a world that was nothing short of dizzying.Â
Just the thought of his ministrations alone left my clit spry, the bundle of nerves twitching within the confines of Ushijimaâs sloppy mouth. He busied himself with a soporific rhythm, suckling at the rathe bud just for kicks.
Ushijima peered at me through dilated pupils, those olive hues flickering all about my face. I couldnât imagine the sight he had of me being committed to memory: puffy lips spilling with drool, close eyes screwed shut, and crude, whimsical curses ripping from my mouth.Â
âMmhm, talk to me, Angel. feels good?â
âMm, yesyesyes! Oh fuck, just like that Ushijima!â my voice weakly keened.Â
Awe glistened in my eyes as I watched him, mindlessly chasing an orgasm for my body to revel in. Yet, my drowsy lids were pinned to his jaw, bearing the weight of his hunger. Something came over me, a sense of adoration. So, I reached out to cup his jaw, grazing along what worked so hard to pull an orgasm out of me.Â
My thumb settled along the highs of his cheek, stroking at his flustered skin. Heâs doing such a good job on my behalf, how couldnât I thank him?
âOh, thatâs it. Yâre doing a good job, Ushijima,â I praised, sharing a weak grin.Â
âOh, Iâm not done with you yet, pretty girl,â he chuckled softly.
In place of his lips, Ushijima brought a single digit nip at my entrance. He drew lazy circles around my slit, prepping me for whatâs to come.
Heâs gentle, easing barely half an inch of his digit inside. My walls grew lax for Ushijima, sucking his long thick fingers to fill my pussy.
He made me so sensitive that just off that, I was whimpering out babbles to fall on no oneâs ears in particular. Yet Ushijima still took heed to be kind with me.
âShhh, just take me, baby. âm gonna go as slow as you want me to,â he assured.Â
I didnât feel his hand move from my thigh, but it did, reaching out for my own. Through my drunken senses, I managed to welcome his hand into mine, our fingers folding over one another. Â
Bit by bit, Ushijimaâs finger filled my gummy walls. He really was gentle, moving when my walls were lax and willing. He drove his finger to the hilt, only to slowly pull his digit back.
âOhâŠfuckkkâŠsâ pretty,â he slurred, passing a glance back towards me.Â
âTell me where you want me.â
âJust curl your finger up--- oooh fuck!â I mewled, tossing my head back against the couch.
My hands followed suit, splitting away from Ushijima to grip along the couchâs frame behind my head. When I had Ushijima in my sights again, it wasnât without a smug grin crowding his visage.
âSoâŠis it here?â Ushijima asked, the pad of his digit lightly pulsing at my sweet spot.
âMhm, right there. Just keep doing that.â
âAww, Y/N, you shouldnât have told me thatââm gonna have fun with you now.â
Ushijima snickered as he returned to my clit, inviting the perked bud to melt over his tongue all over again. I trembled at the combined notions, sending an arch to overwhelm my spine.
âW-Wait, UshiâThatâs too much, âm already so close!â
Ushijima merely nodded, my words essentially falling onto deaf ears. Electricity licked all throughout my body, sending twitches to rattle my weak legs. I couldnât take it, Ushijimaâs finger toying with my sweet spot, he was setting me on course for the high of my life.Â
âW-Wakatoshi! Toshiâfuck, âm cumming!â I cried, my lungs grasping for what air could enter.Â
Ushijimaâs finger plugged itself at my core, bringing a seizing crash to break over my body. Every ounce of me held firm, shivering to bear the weight of my chased high. My hips waved against the pad of his digit, riding out the end of my ecstasy off whatever friction would be found.Â
Ushijima withdrew his finger from my cunt, leaving my poor hold bare and gaping for something else to fill me. He brought that sullied digit straight to his mouth , sucking my honey off his fingers as he gleamed over me. Sporadic breaths chimed through the sex-stained air, my chest buckling to keep up with me.
âThatâs a good girl,â Ushijima cooed. âCumming so hard for me. Look at what you did to me.âÂ
Ushijima stood from my legs, his hand racing to grip at his crotch. And he was rightâhis pants were strained thanks to his bulge, the fabric just barely holding itself together. But what caught my attention was the bubbly mess of precum foaming through his slacks.Â
âDidnât even touch me and you made me cum, should be proud,â he chuckled.âBut thatâs fine, weâre evenâŠfor now.â
âAnd what does that mean?â I asked, shifting myself to lay along the couch.Â
âLetâs find out what I mean together.â
Ushijima quickly stripped himself of his clothes coaxing me to strip of whatever clothing was left on me as well. As he removed his clothing, my eyes hinged on his bare bodyâtaut muscles highlighted his towering frame. Heâs ribbed with strength chiseled to suit his build.
A thick trail of faint brown hair from his belly button guided down to the sight resting between his legs. Heâs big, cock so heavy with lust that it needed no help to rise on its own. His cock was topped by a thick, fat reddened bulb, dribbling with glossy tears. His length was tanned, adorned with veins from the poor pressure building at his core. I watched as Ushijima settled himself between my legs, his dick slapping down against my tummy.
"See? Look how deep I'm gonna go," he smirked, his hand gripped at the base of his cock.
I laid my head on the couchâs armrest, lying in wait for Ushijima's next move.Â
Ushijima placed his painfully hard cock to lay within my folds, my clit smothered beneath the weight.Â
âIâm gonna go slow, okay?"
I nodded as I peered down to watch Ushijima nudged at my hole with the head of his cock, slowly prying my slit to greet his girth.Â
âFuhâpretty pussyâs taking me in already. Griping me sâ fucking tight,â Ushijima seethed, his hands griping along the couchâs cushions. Â
My walls supplied Ushijimaâs cock with gushing kisses, fluttering about his throbbing length. He kept working to bury himself to the hilt, dipping his hips to engulf my senses with nothing but himâhis scent, his ardor, his fat bulbous heat fixated on digging out my cunt.
âYâre so big, Toshi! Fuck, go deeper!â
âNuh uh, âUshijima tutted as his eyes came to a screwed shut. âDonât be so greedy, Baby. I got you, justâŠâshitâfeel me, okay? His honeyed voice whimpered.Â
I nodded softly, watching as Ushijimaâs hips finally granted my wish. I couldnât help but squeeze him in place, my walls fluttering around him. He was just so huge, filling out every inch of my pussy like it was nothing. My lashes grew heavy from the bubbling sear of tears lining my eyes. This painâan intoxicating stretch sent me down a spiral of, being so full like this by Ushijima was something I was enthralled by the feeling of being so full and stretched around him.Â
Ushijima took notice too as he looked down at the unfolding scene.Â
âAw look, you took every inch! âm s-soâŠproud of you,â Ushijima huffed out.Â
He leaned over me, pressing his chest flush against my own, resting his forehead within the crook of my neck. He brought his world crashing into mine, the heat of our bodies melding into one. I could even sense his heartbeat, thumping a languid aria into my skin. All I wanted to do was hold him, to have this moment last for as long as we could. But considering the throbbing mess heâd been reduced to, lust reigned over all other senses.
âIâm gonna start moving,â Ushijima mumbled into my dewed skin. âJustâŠtalk to me, Princess. Just wanna see that face when you cum for me againâŠso fuckinâ bad.âÂ
He reeled his hips back weakly, striping my walls of the salacious fill of him. He drew himself just enough to have the tip just barely slipping from out of me, only for him to stuff every inch of him to the hilt.Â
âT-Toshi! Ohmygosh!â I squealed, sending my hands to brace along the thick of his forearms.Â
âI-I know. âm sorry! H-Here, gonna kiss it all better,â Ushijima groaned, his lips sloppily crashing into mine.Â
Through all this, Ushijimaâs hips rocked gently, working a cadence just for me. Slow yet deep allowed the red, weeping bulb of his cock to chip away at my need for dominance. Each reel of his cock enticed my walls to ease in his care, granting him to move that much quicker.Â
And within those passing moments, the quiet squelches erupted into the lewd cymbals of clashing skin breaking into the air. Ushijima drove his cock to the hilt with ease.Â
The same fate befell him, his quiet and restrained grunts now morphed into quivering sobs. His lips now dressed a heavy pout, dripping with his spit and carrying his weary words.
âKeep squeezing like that ând Iâm gonna cum."
âM-Me too, Toshi! Iâm so close!â
I perched myself onto my elbows, urgent to close the valley left to exist between our two worked bodies.Â
Not a word had to fall from my lawless tongue for Ushijima to soothe my wants. He leaned in, hunching over to blur our worlds into one. His hand snaked around to brace the nape of my neck, bestowing a gentle grip over me just to keep me close. He pressed his forehead flush against my own, beads of sweat dotting my skin.
Our lips remained poised in the heat of our budding passion, catching every whimsical babble we had to each other..
I couldnât resist smothering him in a kiss, lazily catching every moan to ring from his chest. He was working so hard on my behalf, driving himself mad, sweaty, and depleted just to please meâoh, how lucky was I?
He broke away from our messy kiss, muttering some mantra that seemed to grasp his concern more.
He retreated back onto his haunches, pinning his sights on the messy canvas heâd made of my cunt. His thumb, the pad of his digit etching loose loops over the cherried pearl.Â
I reached out to brace his wrist, pulling his hand to lay atop my tummy.
âNuh uh, donât wanna cum like that. J-just keepâfuck! Please donât stop!â I sobbed, rolling my ensnared hips to match Ushijimaâs tempo.
âAww cumming already? Better make a mess or else I'm not stopping til you do.â
âOoo-oh fuck, I-IÂ can make a mess! Just frâ you.â
From that pledge Ushijima and I made, a fever dream broke out over the room. A dream fueled by sinful fervor that claimed any sense Ushijima and I had down to nothing. All we had on the brain was each other, doing our own part helping each meet our peaks.
As for me, heâs rendered me dumb and drunk over his cock, feeding my sweet spot with his deliciously thick girth. Dumb hiccuping babbles were all I could muster. My plushy walls were consumed by a familiar flutter, my inevitable high teetering on the edge.
âToshiToshi, right there! Iâm gonnaâ!" The word trapped itself within my throat, only to be replaced by a blubbering whimper.
A spell of heat licked at every nerve in my body. My eyes were sent rolling into the back of my head as my overwhelmed body coaxed my poor ruined cunt to weep, a burst of tears gushing over Ushijimaâs flexed abdomen. Â
âGood fucking girl, making a mess just like I asked. I wannaâfuck!â'm wanna cum with you too!â
The peak of my high left me just barely conscious, my eyes heavy with the sudden heft of fatigue. Through the thick gathering of my lashes, I gawked at Ushijima, his own nirvana finally crashing down around him.Â
âOhââm cumming! Y/N, I'm gonna cum!â
Ushijima trembled as his rutting hips came to a stuttering halt. He frantically ripped himself from inside of me, the roused nerves of his cock sent into a twitching frenzy. Nuzzling the bulbous head along my inner thigh, the warm tears of white painted skin, followed by a clogged groan pouring from Ushijimaâs gaping mouth.Â
He collapsed on top of me, his lungs desperately heaving for air. I laced my arms around him, taking my digits through his unkempt hair as he came down.Â
âShhh, itâs okay, I got you. Just relax,â I hummed softly.Â
Ushijima and I lay on that couch for a while longer, neither of us ready to move. As I combed through his hair, he kept a hand on my stomach, tapping away at some tempo to soothe himself. Just a quiet, peaceful reflection of the practices he and I had done.
He was right, I don't think I'll need another lover after that. My legs were practically useless, my throat sore, and my body was still reeling from the temors of my high. Even Ushijima still shivered from time to time. That moment was something straight out of a movie, calm, quiet, and filled with a growing fondness.
To my surprise, Ushijima was the first to break the silence with a question.
âSo about our date, what time worksââ
âOh! You were serious about that?!âÂ
Ushijima nodded, âWellâŠyes. I know it was an exercise but I really wanted to take you out somewhere nice. And I actually do know a place around here with a huge wine cellar.â
 My head fell into a tilt as I studied Ushijima for a second. Heâs back to his regular âstoicâ self but this time every feature in his face was softenedâhis brows, his lips, his eyes; all carried a bout of sincerity. I simply had no heart to deny him, especially now knowing what kind of man he was in the face of rapture.
âYâknow what, Ushijima,â I purred as my hand reached to cup his cheek.
âIâd like that.â
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Do you feel like your work would get more notes if you wrote for a neutral reader?
probably, but i am a black woman so therefore i will describe reader as black (especially considering that many readers in x reader fics on here claim to be race neutral but itâs obvious theyâre white coded). although, that shouldnât hinder a person from reading my work (frankly if it does hinder you, that says more about you than me tbh)âŠhowever i understand that many people on here would prefer to read a race neutral ficsâŠbut idc. i would prefer my fics touch the little bit of black people that look like me than a larger audience because i know when others read my fics, they have that representation in fanfics. if you get what iâm saying. i have hit the road of tumblr where i dont really care for notes because i have already had the adrenaline high of having a bunch of notes on my fics on dejwrites. i just want to spread my creativity and growth as i transition to fully working on my novel wips! đ
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interact if you would like to be tagged in this. posting it on monday (04/29/24) 6:30pm est !
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just feel like heâll definitely âand what if a kaiju kill me right nowâ you into giving him coochie like bro i was going to do that anyway, no need for the dramatics!
a pathetic man that seriously deserve some pussy.
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i can only imagine reader joining the gang and Arthur immediately knowing who she is because she stole his shit two weeks ago! Go ahead and write the fic for the girlies pls!
reader as dutch introducing her to everyone and she see arthur:
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thinkin' about arthur morgan getting swindled out of his money by the pretty black woman who disguises herself as a brothel worker who actually robs wealthy men. she wasn't going to rob arthur because she's well acquainted with dutch, but she just wanted an excuse to see his handsome face again.
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Omggg :') ty for recommending my Kira fic!!!
welcomeeee. i am not that far in jjba, so i have no clue who that character is....but they hot so i shall come back to that fic when i'm finally introduced to them lmfao.
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