#shumai.nsfw
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Certified Lover Boy
pairing; tsukishima kei x afab!reader
summary; Do you know that he can hear you from his room? That his ears perk up to the muffled sound of you sliding open your bedside drawer, and he’s nearly jumping into bed in anticipation of what comes next?
warnings/tags; MINORS DNI 18+! NSFW! timeskip!tsukki, friends to roommates to lovers, PWP, smut, male masturbation, oral f!receiving, fingering, vibrator/toy play, slight voyeurism
wc; 4.3k+ (sorry)
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The walls of this apartment were much too thin.
Tsukishima’s never really noticed this before, not in the past six months of living at the damn place.
He’d specifically chosen this unit for the second bedroom, having every intention of using it as office space, or a place for storage. He figured he’d hang some shelves, decorate the walls with a few portraits he’d picked up over the years, and imagined the kind of desk he’d have sitting on the corner beside the window (a standing one, he thought).
Apparently, you had completely different plans.
It wasn’t easy for you to get him to agree, not by a long shot. It took weeks of wearing down on his defenses, using every single tactic you could think of.
“Come on, Tsukishima! We’ve been friends for years, you know I’d be a good roommate.”
“I swear I’ll cook dinner for you every week! You’ll never have to buy takeout again!”
“Please, Tsukishima? I just don’t want to be alone.”
It was the way you had said that last sentence that truly got to Tsukishima. You’d been cutesy in all your attempts prior, always adding a dramatic bat of the eyelashes or an exaggerated giggle. But this time, you couldn’t meet his eyes, shuffling your feet as you barely muttered out the last word, and it was this that made Tsukishima pinch at the bridge of his nose and sigh.
Of course you can move in.
You were his best friend, weren’t you?
The transition was as smooth as he could have possibly hoped for. You didn’t have much, so it didn’t take long for you to fully settle into your new home.
He knew why you were in such a rush to move out of your old place, knew all the bad memories that had been tied to every nook and cranny. Your last break up had been a bad one, and though you weren’t one to admit that you were struggling, Tsukishima knew you wouldn’t be asking this of him if you weren’t desperate.
He’d done you the decency of never bringing it up, letting you fret over cleaning his apartment, eating whatever dish you thought to make for dinner. You had your own way of coping, Tsukishima knew this better than anyone. He complained when you’d come home with brand new decorative pillows for his couch or yet ANOTHER scented candle, but he actually enjoyed the subtle touches you’d leave that made his house feel like a home.
In truth, you really were a good roommate.
In truth, Tsukishima wasn’t.
He wonders if you can feel the way his gaze glides over your bare legs as you run around the place in that strip of cloth you bother to call shorts — if you could sense the way his eyes are drinking up every inch of velvety skin you were willing to display.
He’s thankful you can’t read his mind when you plop next to him on the couch to watch movies, because how can he focus on the screen when he’s imagining himself pinning your wrists down onto the cushion, nipping at the crook of your neck so he can feel the way your chest heaves against his?
And you’re so kind, so sweet to cook him his favorites, even though he knows you’re also tired from work when you get home. You force him to sit across from you at the dinner table, and you absentmindedly chat about your day, completely unaware that Tsukishima is envisioning himself bending you over and showing you his appreciation through the harsh thrust of his hips.
It was a testament to his self- discipline, really.
It also doesn’t help that it’s thanks to these thin walls that he’s gotten to know you that much better.
Do you know that he can hear you from his room? That his ears perk up to the muffled sound of you sliding open your bedside drawer, and he’s nearly jumping into bed in anticipation of what comes next?
Are you aware of the fact that he palms himself through the thin fabric of his boxers as soon as the continuous buzzing of your vibrator filters through the shared wall, stroking against the dark stain formed by his leaking tip?
He can’t stop himself, can’t help but slip his fingers beneath the loose waistband of his underwear, can’t help but grab at his pulsing dick when he hears your breathy moans and strangled gasps from just a few feet away.
He pumps in tune with each groan, his own slender fingers wrapped around him tightly, going faster and faster as he listens to the way you whimper and whine.
“Please…” he barely manages to catch your voice, his stomach fluttering at the sound of one single word.
Are you… Are you begging?
Tsukishima stifled a groan, his eyes clenched as he fucks hard into his fist and he imagines — imagines he’s the one making you sound like this, drawing out such needy little sobs, how pretty you would look fucked out beneath him and —
He barely manages to avoid the spurt of hot white that shoots fast at his eye, moving his head in time for his cum to land on his cheek.
Just then, he could hear your final moan, sitting there pathetically covered in his own arousal as he listens to you finish, oddly disappointed that you lasted longer than he did.
He figures he should be ashamed of himself, thinking the post-nut clarity will bring down upon him the embarrassment of jacking off to his roommate.
But he does it again the next night. And the next. And the next.
Just the thought of you being so starved, so desperate makes his cock twitch in his pants. He briefly wonders what kind of porn you watch, or if you’re reading one of those books instead, he wants to know what it is you’re looking at, what you’re thinking of when you press your little toy up against your clit. He’s dying to know what gets you off, what makes you so needy to have something between your legs every night, and he’s absolutely aching for it to one day be his tongue.
Fuck. He came again.
Though, as often as he thinks about splitting you wide open, Tsukishima would never cross that boundary, no. He’s determined to keep his facade of the aloof and disinterested roommate, the one who only hangs out because you force him to, like he’s the one doing you the favor.
But sometimes, he has to wonder if you’re testing his will on purpose.
Sometimes the timing is too perfect for him to not notice.
He could maybe ignore the fact that you always shuffle into his line of vision before bending over to clean or whatever the fuck it was that you were doing, he could never tell. Tsukishima could feel his tongue stick to the roof of his mouth as he tries not to stare at the crease of your ass barely covered by your shorts. He always turns his head to look the other way, but you always manage to assure that you were in his line of vision.
He could also ignore you walking around the house in nothing but a towel barely draped over your figure. It’s your place too, he reasons, you should be able to feel comfortable, and maybe Tsukishima should feel a little flattered that you feel safe enough around him to do this. And Tsukishima could never jeopardize that security, so he just grits his teeth and turns back into his room. Except, if he didn’t know better, he would swear you only do this when you know he’s around.
But this.
This he can’t ignore.
Admittedly, he got home pretty late this particular evening. The museum had a private event, an unveiling of an exhibit Tsukishima had been working on for the past few weeks. He texted you he was going to be late, and you replied that you’d put his dinner in the microwave.
He called out a greeting to a dark and quiet apartment, and he figured by now, you’d be asleep. He sighed out a long day, kicking off his shoes haphazardly and looping a finger through to loosen his necktie. He needed to get out of his clothes, wanted to change into something comfortable before he ate the meal you prepared for him and —
He froze as he walked past your door, the sickeningly addictive sound of your vibrator coming through the crack of your open door.
Immediately, Tsukishima could feel the blood rush down to his dick, feel it beginning to fight against the constraints of his jeans. He should keep walking, get into his room and change out of his clothes just like he intended.
But then he hears it so clearly, the noise of your desperate little keens no longer muffled by the ply wall separating your rooms, Tsukishima instantly feels like a depraved man. There’s no way he could walk away from this.
Slowly, quietly, he inches towards your bedroom, standing just outside the frame with his hand already on his throbbing length, trying to quell the twitching it was doing beneath the fabric of his pants. His eyes slip closed when he hears the sharp way you gasp, hearing the vibrations get stronger and faster.
It’s horrible, it’s wrong, Tsukishima is reminding himself of this as he’s rubbing at the painful bulge against the fly of his pants, desperate to quell the ache that was building in his balls.
You were whimpering, quietly begging to whoever would listen. Were you having a hard time getting there? Maybe your fingers weren’t reaching deep enough. He could probably help with th—
“Tsukki…”
Tsukishima completely stilled, hands frozen on top of his throbbing boner, rooted at the spot with his heart beating wildly against his chest. He held his breath, silently cursing at all the thoughts that were beginning to flood through his brain. Damn, was he being too loud? Had he been caught? Fuck, you probably think he’s some kind of —
“Oh, Tsukki… Tsukki…” your voice was breathless, light and soft as mingled in with the air.
He briefly wondered if you were doing this to him on purpose. It was the last thought that entered his mind as his hand pushed on the doorknob, nearly tumbling over his feet and into your room. The clambering of his limbs nearly drowned out the sound of your surprised squeal, your eyes widened in surprise as Tsukishima catches you with two fingers knuckle deep into your soaking wet cunt. His mouth hangs agape as he watches you hastily detach your cute little blue vibrator from your puffy red clit, his mouth nearly watering at the way you trembled from the sudden absence of your pleasure.
“Tsukishima!” you gasp in surprise, forehead sweaty and blankets thrown forgotten to the side. Your shirt had been bunched up to your chest, slightly exposing the underside of your breast. He can see your underwear and shorts pooled down by your ankles, and the only thing separating Tsukishima from the object of his desire was nothing but a few feet.
Tsukishima felt just as shocked as you looked. His body had moved before he could even think, so drawn to everything you were exuding, like a moth to a flame. It didn’t matter if walking in here meant walking into his own undoing, he just knew he needed to get to you now.
Though, admittedly, he had absolutely no idea what he was doing now that he was in here. He was waiting for you to scream at him, to throw whatever you could grab at his head, maybe even begin to pack your things and claim you were moving out.
Instead, hastily grabbed the edge of your blanket, attempting some semblance of modesty, unable to meet his gaze as you quietly asked him, “How… how much of that did you hear?”
Now Tsukishima knows you were doing this to him on purpose.
He takes an experimental step forward, still giving you the chance to kick him out, to call him a pervert and curse at him. But you said nothing, staring curiously through a half-lidded gaze, bottom lip trapped between your teeth as you waited for his next move.
Tsukishima looks at you and he smirks.
“Do you need some help?” He asks, taking another step as he quickly loosens his tie and pulls it over his head and off his neck. He throws it randomly to the side, smiling when he sees your jaw drop.
“I— You— What?” You ask, dazed and confused as your eyes dart from Tsukishima’s hands unbuttoning the top of his shirt to your bare legs peeking out from beneath the corner of your sheets.
You shriek lightly when Tsukishima tugs your blanket off your body and tosses it to the floor, your body shivering instantly as the cold air hits your skin.
“I said,” Tsukishima says slowly, his knee dipping down the edge of your bed, “Do you need some help?”
Your eyes widened, eyes tracing slowly from the slight bit of his chest peeking out from his shirt down to the wet spot along the bulge of his jeans. You gulp loudly when Tsukishima coughs, your gaze quickly flitting up to his golden brown eyes, the smile never leaving his face as he towers over you from the foot of your bed.
You swallow thickly, unwilling to break eye contact as Tsukishima simply crosses his arms, eyes raking over your entire body so slowly, you could feel his eyes burning into your skin. He cocks his head to the side, one eyebrow raised in question.
“Well?” He asked, “I need to hear you say it, princess.”
Tsukishima’s hard on painfully twitched against his zipper as he watches you clench around nothing, could practically see the way you’re already dripping on the sheets from your previous efforts.
Your eyes glisten mischievously as Tsukishima’s focus flickers from your sopping pussy to the little blue toy still clutched in your hand.
“Just tell me,” he says softly, holding his hand out expectantly, “Tell me what you need, and I’ll do it.”
Your mouth went dry. Was this really happening? Tsukishima Kei — notorious asshole, resident grumpy cat, and current object of all your desires — was really kneeling in front of you right now and offering to get you off?
Even if you had the capacity to think, even if your mind wasn’t completely hazed over with the heady scent of Tsukishima, you wouldn’t dare let this opportunity slip through your fingers.
You slowly sit-up, eyes never breaking contact with Tsukishima’s, wrapping your fingers around his wrist and dropping your blue vibrator into his open palm, still sticky and coated with your slick.
“I need your help…” your voice was so demure, the shyness of it not a match to the boldness of your actions, laying your head back down on your pillow as you batted your eyelashes up at him, “…Kei.”
Tsukishima fights the groan building in the back of his throat, fighting the urgency flooding through him as he almost clumsily climbs between your legs. You try to ignore the heat slowly spreading all over your body as he settles his face just mere inches from your sex, his arms hooked underneath and pulling you embarrassingly close to him.
He ignores the way your body quivers as he dips his fingers between your folds, soaking them completely with your dripping arousal.
He uses his thumb and index finger to push back the hood of your clit, licking his lips when he finally sees the swollen bud, practically pulsing in his hands. He could feel his mouth watering, could feel his dick soaking the front of his boxers, and he knew he couldn’t stop himself.
“Just a taste…” was all you heard before you felt Tsukishima drag his velvety, soft tongue slowly against your slit, your body nearly convulsing against his mouth after just one stroke.
“K-Kei,” you stuttered out, his hands instantly flying up to keep you pinned down on the bed.
“I’m sorry, princess, I couldn’t help it,” you could feel him smirking against your inner thigh, twitching slightly when he nibbled at the skin before looking up at you, waving your blue toy in the air, “But this is what you wanted right?”
You could feel him pushing you apart once more, and your body flinches at the sound of your vibrator suddenly filling the room. It was a lot louder than Tsukishima realized, the buzzing of it causing tingles to spread throughout his hand. The device itself was slightly curved, with a small opening that seemed to suction as it vibrated.
Tsukishima smiled almost devilishly as he looked up from between your legs.
“Ready?” he asks.
But he doesn’t give you a chance to answer. Your entire body nearly convulsed against Tsukishima as he swiftly attached the suction to your puffy, red clit, holding it steady no matter how much you thrashed against him.
Your moans were no longer breathy or muffled, no longer suppressed by the need to be quiet, though Tsukishima wonders if you ever really tried to be.
He watches as your eyes roll to the back of your head, desperately clawing at your already rumpled sheets as Tsukishima rubs the vibrator in circles, playing with the different settings, testing to see which ones made you cry out his name. Tsukishima could hear every strangled gasp, each heavy pant, every whimper so clearly, he thinks he might just cum in his pants.
“Oh my god,” you manage to groan out, “Oh my —“
Tsukishima could feel you grind your hips against the toy, jutting yourself harshly against him, your needy pussy begging for him to give you more and more.
“Kei, please, I — ahhh!”
It was too easy for him to slip his fingers in, already able to fit in two without any resistance. You took him so well, sucked him right in all the way to his knuckles. Your mouth hung open in a frozen scream, too shocked by the sudden sensation to be able to form any coherent sentence.
“Please, what?” He says, using one hand to keep your vibrator steady against your clit as he pumped into you with his other, his pace quickening with every second.
“P— pl—“ you pant out desperately, your tongue nearly lolling out the side as Tsukishima curls his fingers up into you. He fills you up so much better, could reach further into you than you can even imagine, and all you feel all across your body was heat heat heat.
“Please, Kei!” Your body nearly folds in half, your hands flying down to grab Tsukishima’s wrist, feeling the tension in his tendons as he angles up into you even further.
He just smiles as he listens to your distressed little pleas.
“Please, what, princess,” he murmurs, not once breaking his rhythm as he presses into that spongy spot over and over, “Right there? Do you like it right there?”
He questions you as if his fingers are hooked deep within you, pumping and curling in time with the pattern he’s set on your vibrator. You could feel the tightness coil low in your belly, could feel the weakness in your legs as they shook beyond your control beneath the work of Tsukishima’s long, slender fingers.
“Kei, I — I think I’m gonna —“
With a push of a button, Tsukishima bumps your vibrator up another level, and then another, and your eyes clench tightly as white hot stars burst in your vision.
“That’s it,” Tsukishima coos, unrelenting in his rhythm as the vulgar sounds of him pumping into you fill the room, “Just like that, that’s my good girl.”
It only took one more second before you cum— so hard as your body seizes against Tsukishima’s hands, body convulsing as you feel yourself squirt all over Tsukishima’s wrist, nearly soaking the button down he still hasn’t deigned to take off.
Tsukishima removes the vibrator, and finally you feel like you could breathe — taking in deep, gasping breaths as you try to chase after the air he had stolen from right out of your lungs. He quickly retracts his fingers out from inside of you, flicking the wetness from his wrist to splash little specks of your cum onto your stomach.
“Look at you,” he whispers, switching your vibrator off and tossing it somewhere to the side. He sits up from his position slowly, grabbing the hem of his button up shirt and pulling it over his head, “You look like an absolute fucking mess.”
You could hardly appreciate the smooth planes of Tsukishima’s body, hardly had the time to admire the strong lines that danced along his chest and abs. He didn’t bother to give you the opportunity before he’s dipping his head back down, nudging your legs open again with a shove of his elbow.
“Kei,” you whimper, threading your fingers through his hair when you feel his hot breath against your cunt, “What are you —“
“Do you have any idea how badly I’ve wanted this,” you feel him mumble into your skin as he leaves a wet trail of kisses along the seam of your leg, “How many times I’ve imagined you just like this?”
He looks up at you, eyes glazed over like honey eliciting butterflies all over your stomach.
“Can you give me one more,” Tsukishima says this right before he dips his tongue into your soaking pussy, “Please?”
You drop your head back onto the pillow, groaning slightly as you jut your hips into his face, and Tsukishima knows he’s got his answer.
His arms are hooked around your thighs, hands pushing your puffy lips apart before he dives in, flicking his tongue gently against your sensitive bud.
It doesn’t take much to have you crying out, not when he flattens his tongue against your clit, drawing languid circles before sucking you in between his lips. Not when you taste so fucking good in his tongue, your nectar so sweet as he drinks you in with each velvety stroke.
He’s eating you like a man starved, like your cunt is the only thing keeping him alive, each twitch and shake from the pump of his tongue into your entrance just as important as the air he breathes.
It doesn’t take long before you’re cumming again, this one more intense than the last. Tsukishima didn't seem to mind that your nails were tugging hard on his scalp, didn’t care that his head was nearly crushed by your shuddering thighs.
All he cared about was the way you looked when he resurfaced, chest heaving so hard, hair matted on to the sweat of your forehead, looking so perfectly fucked out beneath him.
This is all he’s been dreaming about.
And suddenly, it’s ripped away from him, your grip on his shoulder pulling him up and away from you so violently, he’s worried he might have done something wrong.
Until you’re pulling him up to crash against your lips, your tongue running along his, drinking up the sweet taste of your arousal on his lips.
“Fuck me,” you whisper harshly against his kiss, Tsukishima pulling away to meet your clouded gaze, “Right now, Kei.”
You didn’t have to tell him twice, pulling away from you for just one second to stand and finally free himself from the painful constraints of his jeans.
The front of his boxers were absolutely soaked, his dick slapping his stomach with a wet smack, leaving a spot of precum in its wake.
He gives one second, one moment to gape at his length before his finger close around your ankles, and pulls your legs flush against his chest.
You could already feel his tip poking at your entrance, Tsukishima softly rubbing his throbbing cock between your folds as he rests your ankles on each of his shoulders.
“You ready?” His voice deep and husky, watching your head fall back as he rubbed his tip against your clit.
“Just fucking put it in, K—“
Your words had been interrupted by a strangled gasp, Tsukishima giving you no more warning as he sinks himself into you completely, his hands gripping tightly on your thighs to keep you in place.
“What were you saying?” Tsukishima was desperate to keep his voice calm, to pretend like he didn’t nearly just cum from the feel of your tight cunt wrapped around him like a vice grip. He pulls himself out slowly half way, but only so he could slam his hips harder into until you're a garbled mess underneath him, “I couldn’t hear you, baby, you need to speak up.”
Your thoughts were a jumbled mess, unable to focus on anything but the way Tsukishima was fucking into you, his hips thrusting in an angle that reached deep into your belly.
“Hnn, fuck, this pussy’s so tight,” he keens, his hands sliding up from your thighs to grab your ankles, suddenly pushing them forward to pin against your chest, “Maybe I should have, ahh, used your little toy more, hmm?”
Every time you tried to open your mouth, Tsukishima was fucking you into your mattress, the head of the bed slamming unceremoniously into the wall.
“K-kei,” you managed to garble out, arms reaching out to claw at his chest, nowhere to go with you pinned right under him, “I— ‘s too much, Kei, I —“
“It’s alright, princess,” Tsukishima grunts, rolling his hips cruelly into that spot that has you creaming, “Told you I’d help you, didn’t I?”
You could hardly notice the strain in his voice, not when his palm smacks perfectly onto your ass, the stinging on your cheek only amplifying the way he’s fucking into your needy little cunt.
You knew you didn’t have long, not when Tsukishima has you pinned down exactly how he wants you, not when he’s thrusting so hard and so deep — your head was spinning from at the sound of his skin moving against yours, of his balls slapping against your ass each time he bottoms out.
“‘S what you wanted, wasn’t it,” he coos down at you, bringing his own thumb up to his mouth, and dragging it down his tongue, “Wanted me to fuck you stupid — ahh — wanted me to make you feel this fucking good?”
He places his thumb down to rub at your clit, and instantly, you came undone.
Your body thrashed against Tsukishima, his name tumbling from your lips like the devil’s prayer. Sparks begin to fill your vision as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, eyes rolled all the way to the back of your head as the scorching heat in your belly explodes into shards.
“O-oh fuck… fuck, you look so,” Tsukishima attempts to mumble out through his erratic thrusts, his rhythm broken as he feels his whole body clenching.
“F-fuuuck,” Tsukishima pulls out, his white hot cum spurting out in threads all over your stomach. Tsukishima pumps his fist on his dick as unloads on you, his palm soon covered in both yours and his cum.
Tsukishima collapses beside you on the bed, breaths coming out in heavy sighs as he tries to regulate his heart rate. He turns to face you, lips lifting up into a smile when he sees your blissed out face, eyes closed and chest heaving as you try to catch your breath.
“Why are you out of breath,” Tsukishima comments, standing up from his position to go find you a towel, “I’m the one that did all the work.”
You throw a pillow at his head.
“Just go get me a towel, Kei.”
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a/n: this is dedicated to everyone that told me “I’m sorry I just don’t like tsukki”
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pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x gn!reader
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summary; impatience is definitely not a virtue, and just one look at Ushijima Wakatoshi, you knew that there’s no way you could have waited until you got home.
warnings; MINORS DNI, nsfw, smut, oral m receiving, road head, alcohol consumption, slight voyeurism, the actions in this fic could cause serious injury pls do not imitate lmao
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Ushijima got the call at around two o’ clock in the morning.
The shrill ringing of his cellphone had abruptly yanked him from his admittedly shallow rest. The empty space beside him screams that he should answer, so he quickly grabs the phone and slides his finger across the screen.
“Hello?” His voice was still thick with sleep, and he rubbed at his eyes as he sat up. The sheets pooled around his waist and he shivered when the cold air hit his bare chest.
“Toshi!” Your voice blasts through the speaker, barely distinguishable from the heavy bass and chattering voices in the background. “You answered!”
“Are you alright?” were the first words that had croaked out from his throat, Ushijima already in the motion of putting on a pair of sweatpants and throwing on a shirt.
“Yess, ‘m alright, Toshi,” you spoke with an obvious slur, tripping over your words in very much the same way Ushijima imagines you tripping in your shoes, “But can you come pick me up??”
Ushijima’s keys were already in his hand, slamming the door behind him before he jumped into his car.
“I’m on my way.”
You had sent Ushijima your location hours ago, a habit that he had unintentionally drilled into you once you had started dating. He had never once stopped you from a night out with your friends, nor had he ever given you a hard time for getting drunk at a random bar on a Wednesday night.
But still, that didn’t mean he never worried, and this was the perfect caveat to satisfy all parties.
And it has been your saving grace time and time again, allowing Ushijima to simply check his phone whenever you called for him to retrieve you, and you were too drunk to remember where you were.
The lounge you were in tonight happened to be in downtown, just a thirty two minute drive from your shared home, but the empty streets allowed Ushijima to arrive in only twenty seven.
He rolls the car to a stop as he arrives at his destination, shifting the gear into park and turning on the hazard lights. He shoots you a quick text, and not five minutes later, you stumble out of the corner building, laughing at a joke one of your friends must have said.
You smile widely when you spot him, pointing excitedly at his car before bidding your friends farewell and running to open the passenger door.
“Toshi!” You practically screamed into his car, the volume of your voice echoing in the otherwise silent night air, “I can’t believe you came.”
“You called me,” he answered, “Of course I’d come.”
You drop yourself into the passenger seat disgracefully, shutting the door before reaching over the center console and throwing your arms around Ushijima’s neck. He pretends to flinch when you press a sloppy kiss on his cheek.
“Thank you,” you say when you pull away.
Ushijima smiles as he pats your head, then reaches over your lap to buckle your seatbelt in for you.
“Your friends don’t need a ride?” He asks.
You shake your head. “No, they’re going to another bar down the street.”
Ushijima tilts his head in confusion, “You didn’t want to go with them?”
“It’s late already,” you respond, watching Ushijima pull the car back out into the street, slowly starting the journey back home, “Besides, I missed you.”
He spares you a glance before reaching over and resting his hand on your thigh. His fingers instantly caress the bare skin, exposed by the outfit you had chosen to wear for your evening out. Your eyes trace the way his jawline clenched in tandem with when he squeezed you.
“I missed you too,” he replies
You lay your hand on top of his, playing with his fingers before moving them further up your thigh.
“No, Toshi, I missed you.”
Ushijima’s mouth felt dry at the insinuation in your tone. “We’ll be home soon.”
You lean over the center console once more to draw circles on his chest, a smug smile growing on your lips when you see his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.
You cup the side of his face as you dip your head down to nuzzle in the crook of his neck.
Beneath your touch, Ushijima trembles as you slowly drag your tongue from his neck up to his ear, whispering, “What if I can’t wait until we get home?”
Ushijima audibly gulps as he turns down the street, nervously asking, “What do you mean?”
Your hand moves to trail down his chest, tracing his abs before you palm the bulging hard cock that rested between his thighs.
Ushijima fights a groan, slowing down his speed as he tries to regain his focus. He fidgets in his seat when you start to stroke the outline of his grey sweatpants, and he couldn’t be more thankful that there were hardly any other cars on the road.
“Y/N, what are you…”
“Is it alright, Toshi?” you whisper as you slip your hand beneath his waistband. Ushijima lets out a soft sigh when your fist begins to slowly pump the entirety of his length, and you smirk at how hard he was trying not to take his eyes off the road. “Can I…”
There was a part of Ushijima that knew this was a terrible idea. That he should pull your hands out of his pants and focus on getting the two of you home safely. But he was just a man, and even when he wasn’t under the influence of your skillful strokes, he could hardly ever tell you ‘No.’
He said nothing, and against his better judgment, he bucked his hips into your fist — a silent urge for you to contine.
Ushijima kept his attention laser focused on the stretch of highway in front of him as you made quick work of his length, pulling his waistband down until he sprung free, lightly slapping against his abs. You wet your lips as Ushijima lifts his arm, giving you access to lower your head onto his lap. The streetlamps that illuminated the roads had been your only source of light, and even in the dim lighting you could see beads of precum dripping down his tip.
Without thinking you dart your tongue out, tracing the underside of the head and running it along his slit. You could feel the slight quiver of Ushijima’s thighs as you closed your lips around his head, lightly lapping your tongue at the angry red tip until you’ve licked up every drop of his arousal.
Ushijima resisted the urge to roll his eyes to the back of his head as you moved your lips lower and lower down his hard cock, barely managing to take in half of him. Your hand wraps around the rest of his shaft, pumping in tandem with the way you bobbed your head up and down.
Lewd sounds bounced off the walls of his vehicle, moans escaping from your lips and spit dribbling down your chin as you took Ushijima in inch by inch. He sucks in a harsh breath through his teeth when your hand cups his balls, massaging them gently in your palm. He drops his head back onto the head rest when he feels your tongue swirl along the underside of his cock, hissing when you start to suck on it.
This time, Ushijima lets out a groan, gripping the back of your head as he softly bucked his hips into your mouth. He could feel every inch go past the soft caverns of your mouth, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as your silky throat massages the length of his cock.
“Fuck,” Ushijima whispers, hand gripping the steering wheel so tightly, his knuckles began to turn white. Ushijima’s labored breathing urges you to bob your head faster, tears in your eyes beginning to form as his thickness invades the back of your throat.
Just five more minutes until the two of you arrive home, Ushijima thinks as he rolls to a stop at a red light. He takes the moment of reprieve, allowing himself to squeeze his eyes shut for just a moment as he fights to keep his composure. He feels himself getting lost in how eagerly you take him all in, your hands grabbing at his thighs like they were the anchor that kept you on earth.
When Ushijima opens his eyes, his heart drops seeing a pair of headlights approaching in the rear view mirror.
His grip on the back of your head tightens, fingers tangling in your hair as he pushes to keep your head down.
“Stay there,” he whispers, grunting when you nodded your head on his dick.
The intruding car pulls up to a stop in the lane to Ushijima’s right, awkwardly positioned in clear view of his window.
The occupants of the vehicle had no idea of the events happening right beside them, unaware of the monster cock that was now obstructing your airways. You could feel Ushijima twitch each time relaxed your throat, taking him further down than he thought possible.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured under his breath, moving his hand from the back of your head to wrap around your throat, “Keep that pretty little throat full, okay?”
You try to mumble an agreement, but it was difficult with the way he filled you completely.
The light had finally turned green, and Ushijima let the car beside pass before he lets his foot off the brakes.
As the car accelerates, you begin to suck harder, faster, throat constricting and relaxing around Ushijima’s cock, he had no idea where he was any longer.
You could feel him quivering beneath your touch, hips jutting in a broken pattern against the back of your throat. He lets out a strangled moan, and an unevenness begins to settle in his breathe.
“Baby, wait, I —“
Your hand pumps faster as you continue to massage his balls, swirling your tongue until you could feel his veins throbbing against the inside of your cheeks.
“I— I’m gonna —“
Ushijima lets out a low, deep groan as you feel spurts of thick, hot cum against the back of your throat. His hips begin to shake when you swallow his entire load, sucking at him until he was dry.
Ushijima’s arms fall down slack against his sides, his chest rising up and down as his heart races to catch his breath. His head lolls down to the side when you disconnect from his softening erection with a loud pop. You quickly sit up, grabbing a tissue from your purse and wiping the mess around your chin.
Ushijima sighs deeply, reaching forward to cup your face in his hands. He offers you a soft smile, before pulling you in for a gentle kiss.
You grin up at him when he pulls away, and you finally are able to take in your surroundings.
“Toshi, when did we pull into the driveway?” You ask.
He looks out of his car window confused. “I… don’t really remember.”
You giggle as you smack him on the chest, calling him ridiculous as he pulls his pants back up. He tells you to stay where you were, and quickly steps out of the car to run and open your car door.
You gratefully take the hand that he offered, supporting you up out of the passenger seat. He holds your hand until you get to the door, letting go only to turn the key into the lock.
Ushijima is quick to kick off his shoes before kneeling down on the floor to help you with the straps of your shoes. Your heart melts as you watch him perform these little gestures, small and silent ways to let you know he loves you.
He tosses your shoes to the side, and he looks up at you from his position.
You give him a lopsided grin. “Thank you, Toshi — hey!”
Suddenly, Ushijima leans forward and wraps an arm behind both of your legs. He held on tightly as he stood up, and you let out a whiny yelp when Ushijima threw you over his shoulder.
“Toshi! What are you — put me down!”
Ushijima ignored your protests, silently climbing up the stairs two at a time. Though, you had to admit the view of his ass looked almost better upside down.
“Ushijima Wakatoshi, if you don’t —“
But your words were cut off by the loud slam off Ushijima’s foot kicking the bedroom door open. Before you could make sense of what was happening, you were swiftly thrown onto the bed.
Your tongue laid heavy and dead in your mouth, lolling out the side as you watched Ushijima shut the door behind him. He turns to you with fire blazing in his eyes, and his muscles flexed in the shadows as he pulls his shirt above his head.
He throws the thin fabric to the side, not once taking his eyes off your body, deliciously splayed out against the mattress for him.
“You didn’t think you were the only one that gets to have fun tonight, did you?” He asks.
You could feel something tingling at the pit of your belly.
You were in for a long night.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
rbs appreciated <3
#maybe I just wanna s*ck ushi’s d*ck#shumai.nsfw#ushijima x you#ushijima wakatoshi x y/n#ushijima x reader#ushijima wakatoshi x you#ushijima wakatoshi x reader#ushijima smut#ushijima wakatoshi smut#ushijima drabble#ushijima wakatoshi drabble#ushijima x y/n#ushijima fluff#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu!! scenarios#haikyuu imagines
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please cam….please expand on drug dealer choso. i want him….so badly.
no bc u don’t understand how much I’ve been thinking about drug dealer!choso — biggest drug dealer in shibuya, only deals with the purest, top quality drugs, pretty much controls the market of the party scene. always surrounded by a haze of smoke, yet always smells clean and crisp.
he was possessive from the moment he met you — loved the way you looked in his lap, made sure you were by his side wherever he went so everyone knows that you’re his. he loves to show you off, but hates when people look, even more when they try to touch. but choso doesn’t get angry, he doesn’t yell or fight. no, he’ll simply impale the greedy hand of whatever bastard that tries to touch you to the table with a knife — a sick smile on his blood splattered face.
drug dealer!choso who takes care of you, tells you to quit your job because as long as you’re with him, you don’t have to worry about a damn thing. if you’re not with him, you’re with one of his men, bc you know damn well he’s going to make sure you’re protected at all times. choso, whose name you only have to utter once at any jewelry store, and they’re bringing out the best pieces for you to see. choso, who can get you any reservation at any restaurant you want with just one call. his baby is well sugared.
drug dealer!choso who asks you to test out his products — no it’s ok, don’t be scared. this ecstasy is pure — he makes sure of it. only the best for his baby, because he loves the look in your eyes when it hits — blown-out pupils, disheveled hair, grinding teeth. just a little a kiss on the neck, and your rutting so hard against him, he could feel your wetness through his pants. he knows it feels good, knows that just one little flick of his tongue on your clit feels like fireworks, what more if he slipped in his finger? you dont mind that his doing a line off your tits right before he nips at your nipples. you just never want him to stop.
#shumai.nsfw#PLEASE IM ABOUT TO COMBUST!!!#I WANT HIM AND ONLY HIM!!!!#saintdabi#victoria!#lovely moots#choso jjk#choso drabbles#choso x reader#choso headcanons
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imagine giving tsukishima his first orgasm… thinking about how he’s never even had direct skin to skin contact with anyone else before, never allowed anyone to get so close but you… crawl under his skin so effortlessly, and you draw it out of him with so much ease, it actually terrifies him how much he becomes obsessed
#shumai.nsfw#I wanna make his knees shake and his fingers tremble until he’s sitting there with his hair fucked up and he has no idea what just happened#tsukishima headcanons
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armin and his little undercut hittin a little different these days, kinda makes ya kitty throb
#armin’s no longer looking like the little lad who likes berries and cream#he looks like he wanna feed me his cream#have u guys seen that armin x heathers tik tok#he’s so foioioine#i watch it at least 10x a day#seeing screencaps of him fighting ugh#*chefs kiss#shumai.nsfw
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just told my two best guy friends that my bf is coming back at the end of the month and this is what they have to say to me
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thoughts on sex with omi in the club bathroom go
OH MY GOD REIGN CAN YOU IMAGINE!! Omi honestly would be so disgusted but he couldn’t help it… he wants you so badly he can’t wait,,, it doesn’t matter to him if it’s dirty… the entire night, youve been dancing up on him, rolling your ass on his crotch… how can you expect him to keep it to himself?? he’s letting you t pull him into the bathroom, letting you pull down is pants because he can’t wist for it either,,, he wants you so bad, he’s fucking your in the stall for everyone t hear 😭
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feeling like a whore today bestie so here’s my nsfw daily question for the love galore four:
What are their biggest kinks if they have any?
Omg I feel like a whore everyday so thank you for this question
NSFW! 18+ MINORS DNI I WILL BLOCK YOU
Kuroo: I high key think kuroo has a breeding kink,,, wants to stuff you full with the sole purpose of giving you his children
Bokuto: 100% praise kink, needs to be told he’s doing such a good job, needs to hear how good he’s making you feel, and that he’s the only one that could unravel you like this
Akaashi: bondage kink… but he likes to be tied up… as a man who always needs to be in control during his every day life, he wants to be put in a situation where he has no choice but to let you take the wheel and he knows you’ll always get him there
Y/N: maybe a bit of a degradation kink.. everyone’s so nice to her in every day life but she just wants to know she’s your good little slut, looking like such a whore on her knees for you
Love Galore
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KUROO AND BOKUTOS IMAGINING SPICY THINGS ABOUT US??? PLS TELL US MORE
OMG I bet kuroo gets hard thinking about the way you hugged him that one time, how it felt to have you press your chest against his arms, or when the fan of your breath tickles the nap of his neck, he gets goosebumps and it rushes down to his dick, and all he thinks about for the rest of the day is how you would taste on his tongue :/
Bokuto on the other hand has whole ass SCENARIOS whole ass fantasies playing out in his head that always ends the same way — with you under him
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For the Love Galore 4...
What is the maximum capacity of how rough they are when they do the hanky panky? Or boink. Or the devils tango. Or the do. Or fuck. Whichever you prefer.
Like on a scale from "I literally think my pancreas has been moved" to "You're a coward"
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OWENEKOXND MY PANCREAS HAS BEEN MOVED???? Help 😭
Kuroo will only be rough if his partner wants him to be rough, but he’s not like,,, rough by default ya know
Bokuto idk I feel like he’s the “making love” type but he just NATURALLY breaks the bed without even trying
Akaashi is a freak a deak like he will choke you (respectfully and with consent of course)
Y/N isn’t rough, but she does enjoy being tossed around like a rag doll lmao
Love Galore
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ok but when are we gonna talk about brat!tsukki who gets off on being told off in front of other people… giving you a difficult time at every chance he could get just so you could snap and tell him to shut the fuck up before you shove his fist down his throat????
#uhm he’s definitely hard every time you glare at him#he wants you to pin him down with your hands around his throat sigh#tsukishima kei imagines#shumai.nsfw
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omg these are so fun
the love galore four and after care ??
I think it’s so fun people are calling them the love galore four lmao so fucking cute
Kuroo: so tender and sweet, literally the most attentive, will have a towel ready for you, will get up to go get you water, maybe even fucking make u a sandwich after, that’s the kind of guy he is lmao
Bokuto: more shows after care by holding you in his arms after, making sure your breathing has evened, rubbing slow circles along your back, pulling you close into his chest, bc you’re gonna need the comfort after he wrecks you
Akaashi: will whisper sweet words into your ear, talk about how much he loves you and how much you mean to him while gently running his fingers thru your hair
Y/N: plants kisses all over your face, all over your skin, threading her fingers through yours and keeps you as tight against her skin as humanly possible
Love Galore
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LEMME SUCK THAT DICK LIKE IM DOING CPR
😭😭 BLOWING LIFE INTO THE DICK???
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im not the one who asks the daily question but i have one for the “love galore four”. how would you describe their sex drive ?
omg I wish everyone would ask me questions about the “love galore four” lmao 🥰
I would describe all of their sex drives as that of a typical college student lmao like none of them are virgins, and are not innocent of participating in hook up culture. With that being said, I don’t think it’s their priority cause they’re just so busy
Kuroo can go a little longer without sex, but he definitely gets that itch once in a while. He’s had girlfriends in the past, none that lasted very long, and he’ll hook up with someone once in a while. Hasn’t hooked up with anyone since he started talking to y/n tho :)
Bokuto won’t go out looking for it, but it always tends to find him. He’s had flings here and there (much to y/n’s chagrin) but he’s never dated anyone seriously until Hikari. I would say they have a pretty active sex life which is kind of messed up if we think about it
Akaashi’s sex drive is there, but he won’t have sex with someone unless they’re dating. This bitch is picky
Y/N is no stranger to one night stands, though it doesn’t happen very often. She lost her virginity to a very nice boy in her Sociology class, and had maybe hit him up once or twice if Bokuto was having one of his flings. Other than that, she probably has the driest sex life out of all of them, and doesn’t really try to go look for a hook up ya know
Love Galore
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So…..kinktober….I’m outing myself, but I think stepdad x any character is hot….like…..stepdad!Omi? Stepdad!Atsumu? Stepdad!Iwaizumi? Stepdad!Nanami? Stepdad!Bakugo? The possibilities are endless and I don’t want to be kinkshamed by anyone!! I have daddy issues
Jsjskwkwkw STEP DAD NANAMI??? HOLD ON BC….
which characters / kinks would y’all like to see for kinktober?? (JJK, HQ, BNHA, AoT, TR?)
#shumai.nsfw#really outing myself too but I’ve definitely watched stepdad corn so no judgements here#daddy issues galore
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