papa!ushijima who just very much falls in love with his daughter.
ushijima never really was much of a family man, his own parents being divorced and having no siblings growing up.
he didn't even really want kids, but you ended up pregnant anyways. it's not like he was against it, but it's also not like he also planned for it either.
so he was really just 50/50 in all honesty.
but you seemed to want a baby, so he went along with it for your sake. not like he would want to force you to go for an abortion either, he'd never force you to do such a thing.
he went along with the whole thing, not really wanting a specific gender, nor did he really care about the baby's name.
but for "your" sake, he would find himself ordering books and information about babies and childbirth, looking up baby names on his phone and asking for parental advice.
he felt a strange feeling inside of him when days passed and your baby bump grew.
it made him feel "fuzzy", that's the best and only way he could describe it.
it's love at first sight when she's born.
he doesn't know what took over him, but he just felt so.. at peace when he first held her. she was so small within his arms, so helpless and dependent on him.
the moment she revealed her dainty hazel eyes, similar to her father's, he just felt the air get sucked right out of him.
she was just so precious and warm, small and dainty.
the baby scared him at first, because he didn't know what to do with it.
it took awhile, but he eventually was learn the smallest of details about her, mindful even though she probably didn't even know about her own existence.
you slept soundly at night, every night, occasionally waking up when you felt you slept for too long, walking into the nursery only to find ushijima in the rocking chair asleep with the baby snuggled against his chest.
he would find his eyebrows furrowing when he realized a year had passed in a flash, much against his will.
suddenly, his babygirl is walking, and babbling little incoherent words along the lines of "papa!" or "mama!"
he followed her around like a worried dog watching their owner, following wherever her little curiosity led her.
he hated seeing her cry.
his chest would tighten up whenever she would reach for him with a runny nose, fat tears running down her soft cheeks because one of her favorite toys broke.
she's lucky her father is a top-star athlete who doesn't bat an eye when he's spending almost 500$ on toys.
he gets a little dumbfounded when she chooses a remote as one of her favorite toys though, over a 500$ toy.
but nevertheless, as she got older, her walk become a little more faster and had more distance away from him than he preferred.
he'd watch from a distance, the corner of his lips upturned into a soft smile at the way his daughter attempts her first spike.
so prideful that he's created something so amazing and special.
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⍣ ೋ venus as a boy
˚ · . sakusa x afab!reader
: ̗̀➛ first time, loosing of virginity, protected sex, reader and sakusa are in highschool but 18, fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving), mentions of masturbation, biting, sakusa is just a pretty boy, venus as a boy by björk is an amazing song love it
his fingers, they focus on her and touches he's venus as a boy
it's quiet, only soft breaths audible so low it's almost a silent whisper. the bed underneath cringes at the weight distributed over it as he moves closer to you. his calloused hands are almost trembling as they gently undo the buttons on your white blouse.
he's nervous. you look up at him with gleaming eyes, an amused smile on your features as you watch your boyfriend of almost two years become oh-so nervous over seeing you naked for the first time. his eyes dart up at you, waiting for your permission while his fingers remain on the last button.
you nod silently, cheeks slightly flushing when the last button finally gives way and his hands are grabbing your blouse at the hems and hesitantly pulling it off, gently gliding it off your torso and sliding off the sleeves for you. your torso is left half bare in front of him, only clad with a black lace bra.
he's visibly blushing, it's cute. while he has seen you naked before, he doesn't really count it, as you were in a swimsuit. his reaction is different, he didn't seem to get awkward whilst you were swimsuit clad because it's just a swimsuit, it's normal. while you admire his respectfulness, you teasingly wonder where his sudden stoicism went.
you think back to the time when you would touch yourself late at night to the thought of your beloved boyfriend. you would theorize and daydream about him, wondering how he would touch you, whether his personality and sense of humor suggests exciting sex.
you let his hands explore and caress your bare skin, his finger-pads pressing and proding curiously at your soft flesh. you silently giggle at the way his eyes try to respectfully avoiding your breasts, not wanting to seem desperate. "kiyoomi it's okay, are you nervous?" you smile, taking one of his hands into your own.
his lips pout with embarrassment, "maybe." he admits, avoiding eye contact with you. your free hand comes up to his nape, laughing at his awkwardness, you bring him down for a kiss. he happily gives into you, his hand traveling upwards to your collarbone and resting on the skin there.
he leans you back carefully onto the bed, his lips still pushing against yours before he's poking his tongue inbetween your lips. you softly moan into the passionate exchange, his chest pressing against yours as his tongue ravishes your own.
it surprises you how gentle he is with you, almost like the first time he hugged you. his touch is barely there. his fingers focus on you and touches. he glides them along your skin, caressing you so lightly it leaves lingering warmth in his wake.
he pulls away from you slowly, a string of saliva still connecting the two of you. he looks down at you with those low black eyes of his, he believes in a gentle and beauty, oh, how he is. it makes you almost jealous at his natural beauty, why is it always the men who have long curled eyelashes without trying?
his flushed bitten lips are pursed into a fine line, eyes watching attentively to your reaction as he brings a inquisitive hand up to your breast. he presses his hand almost hesitantly onto your soft mound before feeling more bold and experimentally squeezing with more pressure.
he almost flinches when you softly grunt in response, hand jolting away from your breast. you blink at him with bewilderment, "i-it's okay 'omi. it feels good, actually, you should continue." his hand returns to your breast per your encouragement, other hand coming to touch your other breast as well. he squeezes them once more, fondling them carefully like dough.
his eyes occasionally look up at your face to watch your reactions when he experiments with pressure, touches, and squeezes. he swallows back the lump in his throat when he notices the front clasp of your bra and subconsciously reaching for it.
his fingers remain at the clasp, only unclasping it when you nod at him once more. he feels almost like a child again, almost wanting to slap himself in the face when he feels his cock twitch in the confines of his boxers. he deeply inhales at the sight of your bare breasts, this time, his hands are much quicker to touch them, eagerly squeezing and distributing random pressure to them.
it surprises you when he leans in and attaches his lips onto your nipple, softly sucking and pulling. he lightly huffs at the way you arch your back into him, his sucking getting more aggressive and confident.
"omi," you mewl out, his teeth grazing against your sensitive bud. he's exploring the taste of you, he only stops his assault on your breasts when you paw at his shoulder. "omi, i wanna touch you too."
he feels his heart skip a beat at your confession, eyes left wide as he put together your request. touch him? but it's not like he could refuse, as within five minutes your hands are slowly pulling down his boxers. he's sitting up while your on your stomach on the side of his leg, head close to his lower stomach.
he almost wants to pull away due to embarrassment when his cock finally springs out from his boxers, blushing deeply when it smacks the side of your cheek. you awkwardly chuckle at the little accident, pulling away slightly to get a better look at his cock.
your eyes are wide and full of awe, and perhaps fright? his cock is long, maybe a good 6.7 inches, and reasonably thick. he's neatly trimmed, as expected of someone who is well kept in regards of hygiene. there's a prominent vein on the underside of it, traveling all the way up to his tip, dark and almost a reddish-purple.
he bites his tongue when your hand boldly wraps around the base of his cock, not even wasting a second to pump his length. even though he knew this moment was to come, he still wasn't prepared. how ironic, he thinks. it's ironic for him to feel unprepared as someone who despises disorganization and unpreparedness.
he bites at his lip, holding back a grunt when you experimentally lick at his tip before your lips are attaching to it, suckling and kissing softly. you feel like heaven. it surprises him, the way you're so bold and confident with him. he's sure this is your first time, and yet you almost expertly begin taking his length within your mouth.
though, his assumption is correct when you falter, gagging on his length before allowing his cock to slip out of your mouth to breathe. he sighs with fondness, thats what he likes about you. someone so clumsy and almost aloof, yet determined and willing to lead those also unaware. he remembers the many times you lead him as well through situations he was unwilling to face.
he finds himself huffing when you once again to take him in your mouth, eyebrow raised with awe as you already seem to have adapted a technique. within a short amount of time, your bobbing your head up and down his cock, softly moaning around him while your hands stay attached to his thighs.
his hand comes to grip at your skirt, before finding better purchase on the swell of your ass. feeling a little bolder, he travels a teasing hand down your ass to eventually, your warm core. you jump at the sudden feeling, looking up him with surprised eyes at the feel of his finger-pads pressing against your clothed cunt.
for some reason, you take that as an invitation for a competition as to who can make the other feel better. his fingertips prod at your virgin hole, eyes narrowing when he slowly slides in the tip of his index. you're tight.
you whine at the sudden intrusion, faltering around his cock as the feeling of his index massaging your gummy walls has your mind spinning. you suck him off as best you can, you can't help but blush at your lewd slurping and wet squelches. most of his cock is coated thoroughly in your saliva, traveling down to his balls.
his breathing becomes uneven, sliding in another finger so as to speed up your own incoming orgasm. his fingers scissor you open to as the best he can, knowing that it's going to be a tight fit for later. he halts his movements when you violently jolt when his fingers touch against that spot, not even being able to continue on with your blowjob.
he judges by your lewd and sudden moans that the specific spot is what will pleasure you the best, wasting no time to abuse that sweet spot of yours. you can only weakly lick at his cock, hand pumping clumsily around him.
"a-ah, omi! i'm gunna cum," you mewl, blushing intensely as your free hand claws at his thigh. he can only grunt out as response, feeling his own orgasm so close. his fingers curl inside of you, applying heavy pressure to that sweet spot of yours so deliciously it as you tightening up around his fingers, body tensing and hand suddenly clenching around his cock so hard it unexpectedly triggers his own orgasm.
his fingers are coated in your arousal, so accurate albeit bittersweet, he thinks after surprising you by bringingthem up to his lips to taste you. all across your lips, you lick off his semen, not necessarily being of bad taste.
your legs tremble as you attempt to straddle him, but he stops you quickly, insisting that he be the one to do the work, he's built for it after-all. he's sliding off your panties entirely so as your legs can bend and move freely, spreading your legs. he looks up at you once more while his hand wraps around his semi-hard, condom clad cock, guiding it towards your small hole.
"it's okay 'omi." you breath out, a hint of nervousness within your tone as the heaviness of his cock seems to scare you. finding comfort in your hand, he intertwines your fingers with his. with a heavy chest, he slowly pushes his tip in, almost pulling out when your face contorts into one of pain.
he pulls his upper body close to you, forehead leaning against yours as a sad attempt to make you feel better. he kisses away the stray tears that fall out of your glazed eyes while slowly working his hips in, centimeter by centimeter.
it takes awhile, and a few tears and comforting kisses, but eventually his cock is sheathed fully in you. he's so big, it has you feeling like you can't breathe. the pain soon subsides, leaving you with a feeling deep in your core that has you wanting more.
"kiyoomi you can move now.." you whine, sighing deeply when he slowly rocks his hips out before sliding back in. his cock brushes pleasingly against your walls, purposely pressing against that same sweet spot from earlier.
your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him close to you, sending shivers down his spine as you moan out so wonderfully. his ears are tingling with redness at your lewd sounds, face hiding into your neck. his pace picks up by the minute, soon losing himself in the pleasure that is your pussy.
he's already addicted. his hand grips onto your waist, his other wrapping your leg around his waist in hopes of reaching even deeper inside of you. he curses at himself when he already feels the foreign feeling of his impending orgasm, causing you to gasp when he unexpectedly bites onto your shoulder due to the sweet pleasure you're giving him.
"y/n," he grunts out, mind spinning and filled with just lusting thoughts of you, you, you. he's incredibly close, so much so he's almost embarrassed about how quickly he's coming. his embarrassment is slightly soothed when you clench around him so tightly it has him seeing stars. you cum with a loud cry of his name, hands clawing red marks on his back.
your orgasms have the two of you gasping for air, thighs tingling as the aftershock hits you both. he pulls away from you as so to look at your face, scanning you for your approval. you breath out a chuckle at his adorable determination, "not so bad, hah."
he softly smiles at that before lowering his head back against your shoulder, body collapsing against yours. not so bad, he thinks, eyes fluttering closed when you massage his head, playing with his black curls.
you observe his calm features, beauty and gentle he is. the lovemaking just has your heart beating in your chest, he's venus as a boy.
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