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ctrlmay · 1 year

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╭₊˚ ๑︰warnings: smut, dirty thoughts

Ushijima is second-guessing doing yoga with you; he should've never suggested it. All he can see from behind is you bent over in front of him, and he can't take it. His dick that has been twitching in his pants since the beginning can't take it. Right now, he's in absolute control directing you in every position as you follow everything he says. Even if it's yoga, and he's your trainer, and you're supposed to follow what he says. The circumstances of it all have awoken a feeling throughout his body. An uncontrollable urge to run his hands all over your body and put you into certain positions himself but with his cock sunken deep inside your cunt, stretching out your walls. He can hear it. He can see it. Your face pretty and fucked out, moaning his name with each thrust plunging his cock into you.

"Ushijima?" You asked innocently, peering from the side of your legs where you were lying on your back and holding your feet in the air. Ushijima says it is called the "Ananda Balasana"… He said it would be good for your back and thighs, which is true, but what is also true is that he just wanted to see you in the position because of the view he had of your clothed pussy barely covered with a thong seen through your leggings.

"Yes?" He answered quickly, averting his view from your crotch to your face. "How long should I be in this pose?" He had been so busy daydreaming he forgot about the training session. "Until you get it right." He lied. You had been doing it right the entire time. But the view he had of you in this position drove him crazy. "What am I doing wrong?" "Push your legs back more." Ushijima had moved over to you, bending down on his knees to be on the same level as you, laying his hands on the back of your thighs, pushing your legs back more. An innocent moan escaped from your mouth, reacting to the deep stretch felt in your thigh, ringed through Ushijima's ear like a melody and shot down to his cock, which had grown in length. "Aah, you're right; it does feel better. Could you push a little more, Ushijima ?" The way his name flowed out of your mouth while you lay in such a lewd position; made the tight feeling in his pants unbearable. Fuck. he couldn't take it. He pushed as hard as possible to shift his focus from the tight feeling in his pants (and possibly earn a few moans from you).

He stops when he hears A loud rip echoing throughout the gym, paired with a gasp coming from you as you quickly try to cover up the hole that ripped right in the middle of your crotch. But, unfortunately, it was too late; Ushijima had already seen your pussy glistening with sweat and a mixture of arousal that suffocated your thong between the lips of your vagina.

"AAAaaaa, please don't look!!! I forgot my tights were too tight. I should've known it would've ripped!!" You had squeezed your arm between your legs, trying your best to cover yourself; however, Ushijima disregarded what you said and, without reply, lifted your legs back up to the position they were in before and removed your hand to reveal the beautiful sight again.

"No need to apologize, Y/n. This makes things much easier." He glances up to see your shocked face with your lips slightly open. Subtly smiling to himself, he glances back down, gliding down your slit and traveling back up to your clit, rubbing his fingers side to side, pressing gently on your clit.

"Ushiji—fuck," you gasp. The hole in your tights ripping out of nowhere was embarrassing enough. Now your pussy is on full display, and Ushijima is fingering you. "Mmmm, please…" Suddenly the pleasure had gone away Ushijima abruptly paused what he was doing, removing his fingers from your clit.

"Are you sure this is what you want, y/n? I'll stop if you want me to." He figured that you enjoyed what was happening but wanted to be sure this was what you wanted.

Although this is what you wanted, yearned, dreamed, and hoped for, and more. So it feels refreshing and kind that Ushijima asked if you wanted to have sex, but you were also a bit frustrated; he stopped out of nowhere and left you hanging, abandoning your clit.

Wrapping your legs around Ushijima’s torso, bringing him closer, pressing his now fully erect cock against your crotch, wrapping one hand around his neck to bring him in closer to whisper in his ear, "Ushijima, this is what I want." You assured, rubbing your crotch gently on his erection, earning a soft moan from Ushijima against your skin. "So please fuck me."

Hi everyone! This is my first time writing something like this, so if you have any tips, let me know. Also, this is a preview for a fanfic I'm working on called "Work it out!" that I'll be posting soon ♡ *:･ﾟ

#ushijima x reader #ushijima smut #ushijima fluff #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #work it out #ctrlmay #ctrllingmay

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ctrlmay · 10 months

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ᴛᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇsᴛ

sɪʀᴇɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴏsᴀᴍᴜ

Warnings: death, and murder ( seems brutal but it really isn’t)

After High School, Osamu pursued his dream of opening his restaurant, and at the age of 23, he proudly became the owner of Onigiri Miya. His restaurant resides in a coastal town where the salty breeze kisses the air. Spending his time doing what he enjoyed, Osamu served his friends, family, and tourists with his amazing dishes using the best ingredients supplied by the ocean, which stands only meters away from Onigiri Miya.

Fetching his own produce, Osamu ventures out into the vast ocean; in his boat, carefully navigating the different water territories that lurk with dangers and mystical wonders far greater than his existence. Despite being a treacherous place for a lone sailor, it remains his only and best supply source. And over the years, he has overcome countless obstacles that the unpredictable sea has to offer.

That's how he knew to plug his ears when he heard a faint yet echoing humming sound in the distance. Scanning the horizon, he spotted the rare sight – a woman perched on top of a rock, combing through her locks with her fingers, and her tail flicking up and down, all the while producing a lovely and enchanting song. He knew immediately that you were a Siren and couldn’t believe his eyes, becoming entranced by your effortless beauty.

However, he quickly snapped back into reality upon meeting your gaze, continuing his work to avoid any trouble. You'd stopped singing. By now, with your incredible ability to write a man’s fate with a song, he should’ve jumped into the water, drowning in defeat, unable to resist your bewitching song. But he had not, and nonetheless, you were confused, though intrigued.

Diving into the water, you swam up to the side of Osamu's Boat. “Hello,” you greeted him, with your velvet voice that bled through his earplugs.

“Hey,” he replied, regretting his words instantly, unable to resist the inviting sense of your voice.

Observing the earplugs in his ears, you teased, “Earplugs, how naughty of you, sailor man.”

“What I can’t hear won’t hurt me,” he replied once again, unable to control the impulses of his own mouth when talking with you.

“Hurt you?” You were offended by his statement. “Why would I hurt you?”

Osamu didn’t respond, instead choosing to focus on his work, fishing up the traps of crab.

“You know? I know where to get the juiciest crabs.” You persisted. “All you have to do is get in the water.” You said, waving your arms in the water inviting him in.

He showed no reaction to your invitation, continuing his work. “Come in the water, little sailor man.”

Osamu stopped, and his foot from itching any further towards the edge of the boat, fighting the urge that itched for him to jump in the water in order to return back to his restaurant alive. He refused to die because of the lust that filled his heart.

“No,” he bellowed to his pesky foot and you.

“What did you say?” You questioned in disbelief.

And Osamu responded just as he did before. “I said No.”

“No?” Your voice filled with rage. “What do you mean, no?” Your voice echoed through the open sky, making big ripples in the water surrounding you and Osamu.

Your anger intensified, and he saw your face shift from something beautiful into a monster. Without understanding what was happening, all he could infer was your anger transmuting with the ocean. From ripples of water, you raised a huge wave enough to flood the entire town with just your hands sticking out of the water.

He went to the wheel to go back to the shore, but it was too late when the wave crashed down on his boat, flinging him into the ferocious waters.

The wave passed, though your anger didn’t, and still, the ocean roared violently, making big waves after another. Osamu struggled to keep his head above water and was pulled under by the neck by you, leaving him gasping for air and fighting to survive.

“You're Mine, Sailor Man.” He’d lost his earplugs in the water, even if they weren’t much help, but in the deep with the water covering his ears, he could hear your voice loud and clear.

He was defenseless in the water, his lungs couldn’t hold for long, and the weight of you dragging him down wasn’t much help to him either. Osamu was losing oxygen but refused to give up. He had a business to run and wasn't going to let years of hard work go to waste for a stubborn siren.

With his last ounce of strength, he fought against your hold till you finally loosened your grip on his neck, and Osamu managed to turn the tables, surprising you with his boldness. Seizing the moment, before you could react, he brought you to eye level, not hesitating to latch his lips onto yours.

Hungrily, he smashed his tongue into your mouth, stealing the air from your lungs into his. His tongue searched for yours under the water that entered and left the small air pocket in between your mouths, all the while trying to hold his breath. Despite his goal of stealing air from you to survive, he enjoyed the kiss and felt you surrender to his kiss, knowing he had succeeded in reversing the roles. And serenading you with the feel of his lips, turning you, a siren, hungry for more.

Before you could fall any deeper into the kiss, you pushed him off of you. Osamu nibbled on your lip before pulling away, leaving blood on your lip and a satisfied grin on his face. Holding onto the little air he stole from you to ascend to the surface and back onto his boat.

You swam to the surface, keeping a safe distance from Osamu. Despite everything that had happened, you couldn't help but acknowledge the fact that, for the first time in centuries with your honor of taking the last breath of thousands of men, a man had taken your breath away.

"Your death is mine, sailor man." You said with your voice still carrying its alluring charm despite the ragged sound, still catching onto your breath.

Osamu chuckled, “Looking forward to it, angel." Osamu replied with a wink.

Your lips twitched into a half-smile; he had left an impression on you that no other man had lived long enough to create.

This is my first time doing fantasy so don’t say nothinggg. Also I’m thinking of making this into a series 🤭 idky

#osamu x reader #miya osamu #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu osamu #osamu fluff #osamu angst #osamu miya #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #ctrllingmay #ctrlmay

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