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violette-hue · 1 year

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Summary: You get stuck in an elevator with the person you possibly hate the most. . . Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Trigger Warning: unprotected sex, trapped in an elevator, language (?), arrogance, smut without a plot, not proof read, **aged up character(s)**

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Found this bad boy from my old blog in my google drives. I hope you guys enjoy the bread *muah*

**minors. and ageless blogs do not interact**

Things literally could not have ended up worse. There you were, trapped in an elevator with the ultimate douche bag: Ushijima Wakatoshi. Why the hell did he have to be so blunt all the time? Or so cocky? Has this man never heard of being humble?

You crossed your arms over your chest, leaning against the elevator wall far from said douche bag. You huffed in annoyance for the uptenth time, earning another pointed glare from Ushijima.

“Huffing won’t make the elevator work, Y/N,” he stated matter of factly.

You rolled your eyes. “It seems it won’t make you disappear either,” you retorted, a bit of bite to your tone.

Ushijima stared down at you and you couldn’t quite pinpoint the look he was giving you. It seemed to be a mixture of annoyance and something else..? His features were hard, but his eyes were soft.

You tore your eyes away from him, not wanting to see him look down at you for god knows how long you’d be in this elevator. You pulled out your phone for some company, only to find zero bars. Great, just what you needed. Tense silence with a man you hated.

You huffed again. How the hell had you gotten into this situation? Oh. That’s right. The both of you were on your way to a dinner party with the team. You weren’t the manager or anything, but you helped out a lot since your uncle was the coach.

When you arrived in the parking garage, you opted to take the elevator up since you weren’t too keen on walking up stairs in heels. That’s when Ushijima showed up. He passed the elevator and had done a double take. You could tell he was debating on whether or not he should join you, and, before the doors could close, he stepped inside.

You mentally cursed yourself for not pressing the closed door button as you adjusted your champagne slip dress. True, it was only a dinner, but your uncle had chosen one of the fanciest restaurants in town and the occasion was black tie. You assumed there would be some sort of after party once the dinner was over.

You stole a glance at Ushijima, looking him up and down. You’d be lying if you said he didn’t look good in that suit. He looked very good. Instead of wearing a basic white button down with his suit, he wore a black turtleneck. You subconsciously bit your lip as your eyes trailed over his toned arms that were very noticeable in his dressing. Your eyes trailed up and met his gaze and you quickly looked away, red dusting your cheeks. You saw him smirk from your peripherals and you scowled. Of course he would be a douche about catching you checking him out.

“Do I make you uncomfortable?” he asked after a moment of silence.

“Yes,” you answered, not daring to look towards him.

You heard him grunt and shuffle. “Why?” he questioned. You heard him step towards you and you tensed up.

“You’re a douche bag. You only care about yourself and you think you’re so much better than others,” you answered. The more you spoke, the more angry you became. “You’re so cocky and rude and...and arrogant! And for what? You’d be a lot more attractive if you just were a bit more humble!” Your breathing was ragged, your chest heaving. You were fully looking at him now, your eyes boring into his olive orbs.

You searched his face for any sort of emotion. He was frowning and his eyes were no longer soft. Instead, they were dark and roamed down your body.

“Is that what you truly think of me?” he asked, the question coming out low and soft.

“Yes,” you breathed, sticking out your chin.

He shook his head. “I don't mean to be so arrogant. I know my talent and my worth, much like you, Y/N…” he trailed off. “Please forgive me if I’ve made myself unbearable.”

You only just realized the lack of space between the two of you. Your chest was brushing against his with every breath you took and your faces were mere inches away from each other. You looked down to his lips, your mouth salivating at the thought of kissing him and having your way with him in this elevator. You snapped back to reality, shocked at your lewd thoughts.

You pushed him away, growling softly. “Oh shut up! Don’t try and be nice now—god what the fuck is your problem?! You—you’re so—URGH!”

You crossed your arms over your chest and shoved yourself in the corner of the elevator, breathing heavily. You were so worked up and you had no idea why. Why was he getting you so angry so easily? You dared take another glance at him and instantly regretted it. You were met with another smirk, this time wider.

“I’m what?” Ushijima asked, stepping closer to you.

You shook your head, a lump forming in your throat. You didn’t trust yourself to speak, least you say something you’d regret. You instinctively backed further into the corner, looking anywhere but him. You could feel him looming over you--his eyes boring down into you. You shifted your stance, feeling suddenly small and heated. Why...why were you so heated?

“I’m. What?” he repeated, smirking a bit. He stepped even closer to you, tracing your jaw with a finger and tipping your chin up to look at him. “Look at me,” he ordered.

Your eyes flicked up to him, his words making your core throb. You cursed yourself for deciding not to wear underwear, feeling your wetness drip down your thigh. You examined his features, your eyes tracing over his eyes, then his lips. You wanted to kiss him so bad...to feel his warmth on you and his cock in you. Subconsciously, you puffed your chest out to show off your cleavage. You noticed his eyes trail down to your chest, then trail back up, stopping at your lips.

“Truly, you’re such an infuriating woman,” he admitted, cupping the back of your neck and placing his lips on yours before you could respond.

You stood there, shocked, but quickly kissed him back. His hands trailed down to your waist, pulling your hips flush against his. You let out a small gasp as you felt his hardness against you, the movement of your lips allowing Ushijima to slip in his tongue. He pulled you closer, his large hands settling on your ass, the fabric of your dress barely guarding you from his warmth. Ushijima squeezed your ass, pulling you even closer.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful…” Ushijima murmured against your lips.

Your eyes flickered up to his, your hands trailing down his chest and to his belt. He watched you fumble with the buckle and helped you pull his trousers down. His bulge seemed bigger now that he was only covered with his boxer briefs. You stroked his length through his boxers and palmed him, eliciting a soft groan from Ushijima. God, you really didn’t want to get dirty in an elevator, but at this point, your cunt was practically begging for it.

Ushijima grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away from his crotch and swiftly picking you up. He gripped your thighs and pinned you up against the elevator wall, his lips attaching to your neck. He sucked on the sensitive spot on your neck, earning a small moan from you. The position you were in caused your dress to hike up your thighs, your pretty pussy on display for Ushijima. He trailed his fingers down over your folds.

“You’re so wet already,” he mumbled, pecking your lips. “All this for my cock?”

You huffed, your chest puffing out again. “Well what if it was?” you asked, pursing your lips.

Ushijima let out a deep chuckle, pushing past your folds and softly circling over your clit. Your hips bucked up and you moaned, throwing your head back. His lips attached to your neck once more, adding a bit more pressure to your clit.

“U-Ushijima, please…” you whined, rolling your hips up. “The elevators can be fixed at any--HAH!” You were interrupted by a loud moan as Ushijima eased his cock inside you.

Ushijima was a tall man, his features larger than most, but you hadn’t expected his cock to be this big. As he pushed himself deeper inside you, you felt every inch of his cock stretch you out. You gripped his biceps, your nails digging into the fabric of his white pressed shirt. He thrust into you, picking up a hard pace. With each thrust, he buried himself deeper inside you until your clit met his pelvis each time. He was pounding into you, the lewd noises of your sopping cunt and his balls slapping against each other filling the room.

Your puffy walls clenched around him as your orgasm built in your abdomen. If Ushijima kept up this pace, you’d surely come undone soon. He adjusted his stance, snapping his hips into you at a different angle and hitting your g-spot. You screamed out his name, nails raking down his arms.

“F-Fuck, I’m close,” Ushijima breathed against your neck, thrusting into you harder.

You bit his shoulder, a scream coming out of your lips as your walls fluttered around his cock. You desperately tried to hold on a bit longer, but the pressure in your abdomen was too much, causing you to squirt on his cock. Ushijima thrust a few more times, cuming inside you. He stilled his hips as he painted your walls white and breathed heavily.

You tilt your head back against the cold metal wall, your legs trembling and your breathing labored. “Fuck,” you let out, chuckling. “The minute you pull out and set me on this floor, your cum is gonna drip down my leg…”

Ushijima let out a chuckle and pulled out. “I have a handkerchief in my pocket,” he said, adjusting his trousers and buckling his belt once more.

You shifted, feeling his cum start to travel down your thigh and grabbed his handkerchief. You quickly cleaned yourself up and jolted as the elevator began to move once more. You looked at Ushijima, smiling as you watched him fix his tie.

Maybe you didn’t hate him as much as you thought.

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bumbledi · 7 months

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♡Daddy’s sunshine♡

time skip! Ushijima Wakatoshi and his daughter

Genre: fluff

Summary: Wakatoshi and parenthood

Note: Thank you so much for all the likes! I’m just here to give my boy Wakatoshi the recognition he deserves. I apologize if there’s any misspellings!

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Little Megumi is about to turn 5 months and she changes everyday…

She’s now teething and she’s definitely more active, she giggles a lot and she is learning how to roll over her tummy and so.

You came back to work a couple of weeks ago, you are mostly working from home but sometimes you drop by the office at special times. And Wakatoshi is currently taking the season off, it’s easier for you to work mostly from home and he being at home helping with Megumi.

“Time for me to go” you said entering the kitchen with your bag in hand

“Don’t forget your bento…” your husband said while washing the dishes

“When did I get myself a trophy husband?” You said hugging your husband from the back and kissing his shoulder

“I thought I’ve always been one…” he said, making you laugh.

“I’ll come back around 4 or 5 pm” you said grabbing the the lunch bag with the bento your husband prepared for you.

“Have a good day, darling”

“You too…”

Once you turned around, you saw little Megumi on her high chair biting on her teething toy and Mochi was watching her while sitting on the counter next to her.

“See you later, my baby” you get closer to her and she immediately hold up her free hand, trying to touch you, only for you to kiss her chubby hand “mommy loves you” after that, you kissed her cheek multiple times and after petting Mochi too, you walked to the front door. “I’ll be out now”

“Take care!”

You put on your shoes and walked out the door.

After that, it was only Wakatoshi and Megumi (and Mochi of course).

You move he is done with the dishes, he starts making himself a protein shake so he can drink before his run.

“Once I’m done with his, we’ll go for our run, Megumi-chan…”

Since Megumi was 1 month old Wakatoshi started to take morning runs with her, he puts her in her stroller and go out for around an hour.

After a quick nappy change, getting her into some warmer clothes and making sure he had packed a change of clothes, her pacifier, a toy and anything that her daughter might need, they were ready to head out.

He would place a cover over the stroller to protect Megumi from the cold morning breeze, specially since the weather is getting a little cold and he likes to take very early runs because is less likely to be approach or recognize.

It felt so good to have even an hour to do something that he enjoyed back into his life. The last couple of months have been so intense, he would have never imagine something that is not an intense training session would be as exhausting as taking care of his daughter.

But it was all worth it, she was growing strong and healthy and only with the slightest glare at her, his days would get instantly better. She has some big lashes that he would stare at for hours and some chubby cheeks and hands he would kiss without getting tired. He never thought someone would be as close as perfect as you are but looking at his daughter made his heart beat with joy.

Like in this moment, he was simply starting at her while she slept soundly. He paid the combini onigiris he got for you and headed back home.

As he was almost getting home, Megumi started to get fuzzy, it was almost time to eat.

“we’re here Megumi-chan… hold on”

He hurried to get into the apartment and as soon as he was in, he started to prepare her bottle.

“You don’t need a nappy change too, right?”

As soon as he realized she didn’t, he check if the bottle was right and started feeding her while sitting on the couch.

“Thanks for eating so good…”

One she was done, he burped her and proceeded to rock her so she could take her first nap.

She would hold her hand up so she could touch her daddy’s face until her little eyes were closed.

Wakatoshi would place her on her automatic rocker and literally run to take a quick shower. He knew leaving the baby alone wasn’t the best option but he tried his best even without someone there to help.

Thank god, Megumi was sleeping peacefully when he came back and that gave him extra time to do some chores. Feed and play with Mochi, check some emails and even watch some volleyball matches’ recordings.

Once his little girl started to wake up, she demanded attention.

“Yes, yes, I’m here, baby…”

He took her out of her sit and she immediately stopped. She loves being with her dad.

“You good? What about some tummy time now?”

He place her face-up on her mat, and she immediately started to try to roll over.

“There you go, use your legs Megumi… Like we practiced” and as if she understood his words, she rolled over. “That’s it! Nice job Megumi-chan!” Seeing his daughter’s achievements was the best thing he has ever experienced, it made him feel as good as winning a match.

He saw how Mochi started approaching her and rubbing her head against Megumi’s. She loves the little human too.

The whole morning was filled with strength exercises for Megumi and a couple of nappy changes, until it was time for her second nap. Until then Wakatoshi stud-up and ate his lunch, some tonkatsu that was left and rice was enough.

Megumi was still sleeping so he decided to start preparing the dinner. He thought something easy and common will be fine. He prepared some miso soup, grilled fish with salad on the side and obviously some rice.

The was getting the rice cooker ready when he started to hear some fuss that turned into crying.

He looked over to the living room that was right in front of him and so his girl waking up, a little earlier than usual, maybe she needs another nappy change.

He hurried with the rice, washed his hands and rushed to pick up Megumi. And indeed, she needed to be changed.

“Just in time, baby. Mommy will be here soon and we ran out of nattō for her” without wasting any more time, he put her on her carrier, put a hat on her head, he doesn’t want to risk it and have her face all over the internet. Once they were ready, he walked to the closest konbini. Thankfully nobody approached him but he definitely got recognized by the cashier.

They came back quickly, he left the nattō on the counter and then left Megumi sitting on her mat again this time he laid down next to her and she immediately giggled and approached his face to hug it and gave him what looked like kisses, making her dad laugh. Not long after, the sound of the front door caught his attention.

“I’m home!” You sang while taking off your shoes.

“Welcome home!”

You walked into your house and found your husband laying on the floor with your baby smooching his face.

“What’s going on here?” You said giggling.

“Bonding time…” he answered.

Just by hearing your voice, Megumi started to coo and tried to reach her hands so you could pick her up.

“Megumi-Chan, Megumi-Chan!” You left your stuff on the counter and hurried to pick your daughter up “how are you, my love?” You kissed her head and hugged her “did you have fun with daddy?” She reached to touch your face and smiled “I can tell!” You kissed her again “I missed you so much…” you hugged her again.

“And me?” You heard your husband

“How could I not?” You approached him and held his face with one hand so you could kiss him “you worked hard, my love” he gave you a warm smile. Not late after, you felt something walking between your legs. “Hello, Mochi! Did you miss mommy too?” She meowed, making you laugh.

“You hungry? I fixed you some dinner”

“For real?” He nodded “thanks, my love!”

You three, walked to the kitchen and continued talking about the day.

And Wakatoshi could only look closely to you, holding his daughter while talking to her and explaining what was in the pots.

That a perfect sight… He couldn’t ask for anything better.

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imagineanime2022 · 2 years

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Affection With Shiratorizawa

Wakatoshi Ushijima X Reader, Satori Tendou X Reader, Eita Semi X Reader, Tsutomu Goshiki X Reader, Kenjiro Shirabu X Reader

Summary: Ways they show affection

Wakatoshi Ushijima

🦅 Toshi won’t often say the words ‘I love you’, but there are other ways that he will show you.

🦅 He does small things like always knowing where you are, he keeps an eye on you, he knows when you need his help and he’s there.

🦅 Someone knocks into you and he’ll catch you and recenter you before helping you pick up anything that you dropped.

🦅 He often reminded you of things that you needed to do if you forgot or misplaced something.

🦅 He always walked on the side of the road closest to the cars and linked your hands to make sure that you never got too far from him.

🦅 When there were large crowds he’d loop an arm around your shoulder to keep you close to him, he’ll see danger approaching you way before you did and have you avoid it without you ever knowing that it was there.

🦅 He literally pays for everything, he’s faster than you at every turn, he's handing his card over before you can even find your purse/wallet or count out your money.

🦅 Toshi is an amazing listener and he’ll listen to you talk for hours, he loves your voice and would give anything to hear you everyday.

🦅 He’s not into PDA really, he makes sure that everyone knows that your together though, soft kisses to the temple or linking your hands and of course looping his arm around your shoulder.

🦅 He flies you out to wherever he is if you want to come see him, if you do come he’ll be sure to search for your approval before acknowledging the fans or leaving your side for pictures, autographs and interviews.

🦅 He doesn’t really care about social media, so anything that is posted is always left up to you, he really doesn’t mind, he trusts you with his image.

🦅 He is more touchy when you're at home, he’ll wrap an arm around your was it when you cooking, stir while you add things to the pot and then eat with you while talking to you about his day.

You had spent the whole day laying across the sofa with your arm over your face, you had the biggest headache and you couldn’t shift it. You groaned as you moved your arm from your face and squinted as you flung your legs over the side of the couch standing up, you walked into the kitchen, you looked through the fridge as you tried to figure out something that you cook for Toshi, once you figured out something to cook you found some gloves and a mask to make sure that Toshi didn’t get whatever you were sick with.

Toshi walked into the house, he could hear you in the kitchen, he took off his shoes and walked into the kitchen he walked over but stopped short upon seeing the mask and gloves “why are you wearing that?” He asked.

“I’m not feeling very well. I didn't want to give you whatever I have.” You answered, Toshi frowned as he leaned forward turning off the stove. “Hey what are yo-”

“You said that you don’t feel well.” He said softly pulling you away from the stove “you need rest.” He gently took the mask off of your face and smiled softly when he could see your face.

“You’ll get sick.” You tried to step away from him but he looped an arm around your shoulder leading you towards the bedroom.

“Come on.” He urged, he walked you into the bathroom and started running a bath once he was happy with the temperature he helped you to get in, he knelt next to the tub and helped you clean yourself up, he noticed the way that your eyes started drooping. “Stay with me for a little while, my love.”

“Mm.” You hummed rubbing at your eyes, he helped you out of the tub before drying and dressing you.

“Do you feel sick love?” He asked as he tucked you into bed.

“No, just a headache and I feel really sleepy.” You explained snuggling into the covers “and a little cold.”

“Can you sit up for a second?” Toshi asked as he walked back into the room, he held out some painkillers and a glass of water “take these and then you can go to sleep.”

“You haven’t eaten yet.” You reminded him and he smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll finish what you were cooking if you promise to rest.” He said softly tucking you back into bed as you nodded.

“Okay.” You agreed, he didn’t leave the room until your breathing evened out and your body relaxed, once he was sure that you were comfortable he went and finished cooking, he put some aside for you in case you woke up hungry before going back to the bedroom, he ate in the bedroom with you, he made sure to keep you close to make sure he was there the moment that you needed anything.

Satori Tendou

🍫 Tori was one of the most expressive when it came to your relationship, he told you every chance that he got that he loved you.

🍫 Says he loves you every time that he left the house or ended a call no matter who was around.

🍫 He was always taking selfies and posting them with captions about how amazing and beautiful you are.

🍫 You are his lockscreen and he never misses the chance to show people who his beautiful girlfriend is.

🍫 You are his one and only taste tester, your opinion was the one that mattered and he made sure to remember your favorite for special occasions.

🍫 As he gained fame for as a chocolatier, there were girls who tried to get his attention and he would always turned them down but if he saw that it bothered you in any way he’d walk over and press the most obnoxious kiss to your lips followed by a wink as he started a conversation with you and left the girl hanging.

🍫 Thanks to his volleyball days he could read the mood that you were in by just looking at you and often did his best to make you feel better or maintain a good mood.

🍫 He made sure that he finished early at least once a week and never worked weekends so that he could spend time with you.

🍫 He never let you think any less of yourself and any time that you said something bad about yourself he took you to the nearest reflective surface to tell you all the reasons that you were wrong.

🍫 If someone asked a question about you that he didn’t know the answer to, he would make sure that he asked you so that he’d be able to answer the question later.

🍫 Whenever you were sitting together he’d always put your hands together and measure them before intertwining his long fingers with yours and gently running his thumb against your knuckle.

He loved going back to Japan with you, if you met there it was nostalgic and if you didn’t he liked showing you all the places he went when he was younger.

You had just gotten back from shopping with a few friends, you were looking for an outfit to wear to the banquet that Satori had told you he was taking you to “Tori!” You yelled as you walked into the bedroom putting the bags on the bed, you saw that the bathroom door was slightly open and you could hear the shower. “Tori!”

“Hey baby! Didn’t think you would be back so soon!” He yelled as you heard the water stop, he stepped into the room a couple of seconds later drying his hair and walking over to the bags. “What did you get?”

“I could show you if you want?” You suggested attempting to walk past him, he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you into him.

“I would love for you to show me.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“You're going to have to let me go if you want to see.” You reminded him but his arms only tightened around you. “Tori?” When there was no answer you poked at his side and he jumped away from you.

“What was that for?” He asked massaging his side where you poked him.

“You were dripping water all over me.” You pouted and he smirked as he turned away from you to pull on a pair of boxers as you took the dress out of the bag, he walked up behind you and wrapped you up in his arms again.

“I like it.” He said softly.

“It’s not on me yet.” You giggled.

“Anything would look good on you.” He dismissed your sentence as his fingers started to move against your sides.

“Tori stop that!” You tried to get away from him, he leaned forward forcing you to fall on the bed as he continued to tickle you.

“This is for poking me.” He laughed as you tried to roll away from him.

“Stop! Stop!” You yelled, finally managing to slip away from him.

“Alright I’m sorry,” He smiled, sitting up and putting his hands out to you. “I’ll stop.”

“You promise?” You asked.

“Mmhm. Now how about we order some food and then you show me that dress you bought and then we’ll watch that show you wanted to watch.” He suggested.

“Really?” You asked.

“Yeah.” He answered as he handed you his phone to choose something to eat while finished getting dressed.

Eita Semi

🎸 Eita didn’t need the world to know about his affection for you but he made sure that you knew.

🎸 When you were in public he would only go as far as holding your hand and kissing your cheek however it was a different story inside the house.

🎸 When he was listening to you talking gently, running his hands over your arms or back while listening to you also adding in his opinion when needed.

🎸 He’d defend you to the end of the earth, you made sure to be careful what he told you because he never cared how his behaviour would affect him if it defended you.

🎸 Yes he's a musician but you were the first person he would talk to when something was pitched to him, he wanted to know what you felt about it, if you didn’t like it he wasn’t doing it.

🎸 He made sure that you liked all of his band mates before officially joining the band.

🎸 He has picks with your name on them for when you weren’t able to be at a concert or event, though most of the time he made sure that you could be, even going as far as changing dates to fit your schedule.

🎸 Whenever you had down time, he’d make sure that you both spent the time together whether you were laying together in bed listening to music, sitting together watching a show you needed to catch up on or he was helping you with something.

🎸 Will always say that he loves you especially when you were going to be spending an extended amount of time apart.

🎸 He’d always comment on an outfit that he liked and would make sure to tell you about an outfit or item of clothing he loved.

🎸 Would pretend that he hated when you took his clothes but loved walking into a room and seeing you in his shirt and would leave them around to make sure that you were never cold.

🎸 He’d always put his hand on your thigh when he was driving even when you weren’t the only ones in the car.

“Semi!” You whined as you walked into the living room where he was sitting on the floor with his guitar, he looked up at you and smiled.

“How can I help you?” He asked pushing aside the sheet music that he was looking at to give you his full attention.

“I’m bored!” You informed him “what are you doing?”

“Just working on some stuff for the band.” He answered.

“Oh! Sorry I’ll go find something to do-”

“Come here.” He smiled, gesturing for you to come over.

“Your busy-”

“Come here.” He said it firmer this time and patted the floor in between his legs. You walked over still a bit unsure but when you finally sat down he pulled you until your back was pressed against his chest he put the guitar on your crossed legs and rested his head on your shoulder.

“You wanna learn how to play?” He asked.

“I tried before but I couldn’t get it right…” You informed him and he smiled.

“Bet I can teach you.” He smiled moving your hands to the right positions gently talking you through the basics running through cords with your hands placed over his to mimic hand and finger positions before getting you to do it yourself. Your attempts were sloppy but that was expected.

“What were you working on before I came in?” You asked, his arms moved from around your waist to take the place of your hands on the guitar, he started to play the music as you leaned back into him listening. “You write that?”

“Mhm.” He nodded. “I’ll write a few different ones and the guys will choose what ones they like or we’ll change them a little.”

“I like this one.” You mumbled “if that means anything.”

“Means everything, beautiful.” He said softly as he put the guitar to the side and hugged you tighter.

Tsutomu Goshiki

💚 Goshiki is second loudest about his love for you, the only difference between him and Tendou is that he gets flustered when you return his feelings.

💚 He will actually get angry at you if you make self-deprecating comments, he thinks that you're amazing and will have you think no less of yourself

💚 He seeks your approval the same way that he did Ushijima, when you gave him your approval he made sure to compliment you as well.

💚 Loves to take you to practice and have you at games, he makes sure to find you in the crowd when he has the chance and even blows you a kiss every once in a while. Catch it… He’ll have something to say if you don’t.

💚 While his training and games didn’t allow for traditional dates he will try to get you out to wherever his team is playing and then you’d both stay for a couple days after so that you could see the sights.

💚 His lock screen would change every time that he took a new picture of you, he was always ready.

💚 If you start talking before someone else, no matter how important he won’t answer them until you're finished, he claims it’s because he doesn’t hear them but you're not convinced.

💚 He sends gushing messages to friends telling them about how amazing and cute you are.

💚 Will call you every night that you aren’t together and stay on the phone with you until you're ready to hang up or you fall asleep.

💚 When you guys watch a movie or tv series together that you love, you’ll quote lines to each other, like your own language, literally no one else understands.

💚 You’d always be the first person that he asked when he needed help, he trusted you with everything, he gave you all his passwords, security codes and pins in case you needed anything while he wasn’t there.

💚 Will encourage anything that you want to do or try, never tells you that you can’t do it.

You guys finally had a day off, the team had a rest day after they won a championship and you had some holiday to use, the whole day had consisted of you laying around doing nothing, you caught up on episode of shows that you hadn’t watched and even watched a new movie, you had ordered something to eat. “I need to do a hair mask and a face mask.” You mumbled to yourself as you looked at your reflection in the mirror in the hallway.

“Let’s do it!” He cheered as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“You don’t have to do it.” You smiled and he shook his head.

“I want to.” He promised as you looked at him before nodding.

“Okay.” You smiled. You both went and had a shower getting into your dressing gowns, you got all of your self care stuff out as he walked into the room, you gestured to the chair for him to sit down, he walked over pushing you into the seat first “You did mine first last time.” He said working the hair mask through your hair softly before scooping all of your hair into a shower cap and using the hair dryer to add some heat before you swapped places for you to do the same.

“Hey, I spoke to Semi the other day.” He said as you straddled his waist to put the clay mask on his face.

“Oh yeah?” You asked.

“They were talking about getting together there to watch a TV show for Tendou we were all going to watch together.” He explained.

“You know you don’t need my permission to meet up with your old friends.” You smiled as you spread the clay evenly.

“First off I do, maybe you had something planned, second I was asking because I want you to come with me.” He answered. “They all want to see you again as well.”

“Really?” You asked.

“Why do you sound so surprised?” He asked. “Everyone loves you.”

“I doubt that.” You mumbled as he started gently applying the clay to your face. “When are you meeting up?”

“In a couple of weeks.” He answered, making sure that he was happy with his work before scraping the excess back into the pot and then wiping his hands off. “You want to go?”

“Of course I’ll go.” You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Hey Goshiki?”

“What up Babe?” He asked.

“Thank you for doing this with me.” You smiled.

“Anytime I’ll do anything to spend time with you, I just want to see you smile.” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips before you guys continued with the rest of the routine.

Kenjiro Shirabu

🩺 Shirabu was very busy with his studying but he tried to make sure that there was still time for you.

🩺 He made sure that he ate food with you and allocated time to step studying and doing assignments to spend time with you.

🩺 When you went out together he would make sure that he had a clear plan for everything, if you went to a restaurant he would ask what you want and order for you.

🩺 If he noticed that you were uncomfortable he’d pull you out of the situation and try to figure out what had caused your change in mood, as well as getting you away from it if you needed to.

🩺 He’d often tell you how much he loved you and how much he needed you just to make sure that you never felt unloved.

🩺 He made sure to pick up things that you liked, even if he only heard you mention it in passing.

🩺 He loved sitting with you when he was studying. He would have his face buried in a textbook but he’d have your legs or head on his lap so that he was touching you in some way.

🩺 He’d literally cancel plans for you, he decided a long time ago that time with you was more important than anything else.

🩺 Sometimes he got frustrated or angry and needed to take a step away from whatever he was doing, he’d either come find you or call you just to hear your voice and ground himself.

🩺 He’d often trace over your face in the morning to wake you up when you guys needed to do something or go somewhere. When you didn’t have anywhere to go he’d just lay there and admire you.

🩺 He didn’t really like photos that much but if you really wanted one he’d do it for you, which is how you got your matching lockscreens.

🩺 He’d always know when you were wearing a new item of clothing and would compliment it and even tell you about how good it would look with something else you wore before.

It had been a tough week for Shirabu, he had been locked away in the bedroom or at the library until dinner and then he ended up falling asleep before he could even ask you about your day, you never said anything but he felt really bad about it, he had managed to finish the assignment that he was working on though so he could make it up to you. He walked into the living room where you were sitting with your feet kicked up on the sofa, he stood at the end of it, climbed over the arm and dropped down, his head rested on your chest while the rest of his body slotted between your legs, you smiled as you put your phone down. “Did you finish that assignment?” You asked.

“Yeah I finished it.” He answered eyes closed.

“Are you hungry?” You asked gently, running your hands through his hair.

“No… Are you?” He asked.

“I ate something a little while ago, a sandwich.” You answered as he hummed in response before opening his eyes.

“So we can stay like this for a little while?” He asked.

“Yeah sure we can.” You said softly “you deserve a rest.”

“And you serve some attention for putting up with me these past couple of days.” he mumbled moving his head until he found some skin to press a kiss to.

“Are you done for a little while?” You asked.

“Mm, that was the last assignment before the holidays, I can spend more time with you for now.” He mumbled.

“I just don’t want you to be stressed out anymore.” You informed him and he looked at you and smiled.

“I love you.” He confessed and you bit your lip.

“I love you too.” you pressed a kiss to the top of head before turning to the TV. “Is there anything that you want to watch?”

“Doesn’t matter, just don’t leave.” He mumbled and you smiled putting on something that you knew that he liked as you both settled down for the night.

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bokutosmochi · 2 years

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nsfw ushijima wakatoshi headcannons

what's it? smut allergen warning/s? ushi is 18+ -- it goes without saying [just brief because they're just headcannons]: fem!reader in some parts, threesome, cock warming, strip clubs, tit-fondling??? (idk what to call it man), fingering, teasing, getting jerked off, manhandling, reader's a masochist, oral m!receiving sugar level? 1k oops regulars? @hanayanetwork

bon appetit!

♧ comes so so so much. his cum will trickle down his partner's throat, give them a mouthful, and some will still dribble down their chin and drip onto their breasts -- one of his favorite things to see. absolutely fills them to the brim. if his partner doesn't want to get pregnant, it is suggested that they take contraceptives cause it's impossible for him to not impregnate them without those being used.

♧ one time, his partner sneaked into his dorm room to uh. do exercises with. they normally didn't do that since shared the dorm with tendo, but that night, ushijima told them his friend was going to be away. only, tendo's thing got canceled and he had no choice but to go back to shiratorizawa. there, right in his bedroom he saw them and ushijima going at it. he couldn't help but join in, especially when they were looking like the sexiest thing he has ever seen.

♧ takes aftercare very seriously because he knows he's packing (after tendo told him, yeah). does research on it, especially when he's engaging in more extreme kinks.

♧ his extraordinary patience and self control leads me to believe this man practices cockwarming with his partner literally all the time. sometimes he wants to observe one of this old matches, uncover ways to better himself, but there's something missing. simply watching himself on tv isn't enough so he beckons his partner into the room and asks him to cockwarm him through the game. and there he was, as calm as ever with his partner on their knees, mouth occupied with his cock that's buried to the hilt. he's still able to take down notes and focus -- his partner doesn't know whether to be offended or impressed and honestly, neither do i.

♧ every time he has went to a stripclub, was because tendo dragged him to it. he certainly didn't find it an unpleasant experience though. thoroughly enjoys his time there and makes the trip worth it since he knows he won't be coming again any time soon.

♧ though he might be incredibly attractive, he is so invested in his volleyball career that he lost his virginity at a really late age -- maybe mid to late twenties. he didn't let that hinder him though, he's a perfectionist that makes sure he's making his partner feel good the same way they're doing for him. (has tried to make porn as education material, but him and his partner learned the hard way that a lot of the time, what happens in porn is not always pleasurable)

♧ has other questionable habits while watching old volleyball tapes. sometimes if his partner is beside him, his hand will just wander to their tits and start fondling them. it first, it's not fueled by lust, it's just something that weirdly comforts him, but when he rolls it between his fingers and his partner whines for him, that's when he'll get real turned on and knowingly tease, pretending he has no idea what he's doing. sometimes, it's him kneading his partner's ass. he doesn't really care if it's big or small, ushijima's not a superficial person, he's appreciative of any fat there. however, sometime after squeezing it between his large hands, his fingers dip beneath his partner's shorts and underwear and starts fingering them slowly, pinching their clit with the utmost care before slipping his fingers between their pussy lips, moving them in a c'mere motion or palming their balls, hand moving to wrap around his partner's cock and moving his hand up and down, occasionally swiping at the precum on the slit to use as lube.

♧ if you're into manhandling, you're in for a treat. honestly, ushijima didn't even know that was a kink -- it was just something he always liked. he liked showing off his power in and off the court, majority of the time, it involved his bedroom activities. he likes carrying his partner to the bedroom, before tossing them to the bed, leaving them bouncing on the mattress and rubbing their thighs together, or dragging them by their waist or their hips to the position he wants them to be in.

♧ lowkey a little weirded out if his partner likes getting spanked and is also a little worried because they keep on telling him to spank them harder. i mean, it has to hurt, right? (ushi just doesn't get how arousing pain feels to some people 🤭🤭)

♧ will subconsciously make his partner choke on his cock. it just feels so good and ushi completely looses control, submitting to the feeling of their velvet throat and he cannot help but to thrust in and out of their mouth, chasing his release while his large hand is either holding them in place or moving it on his cock.

♧ music playing while he fucks kinda distracts him and makes him lose his rhythm.

♧ not really into the whole fuck and dump, one night stand situation unlike some of his teammates. he only has sex with people he trusts, namely his partner (but honestly if a friend of his wanted to lose their virginity to him because they trusted him so much, he wouldn't really mind either. he'd fuck.)

♧ broke the headboard one time while having sex. he was on top, blessing his partner with bruising thrusts and his hands were on the headboard -- the only thing that was supporting his weight as he poured everything into love making - ushijima wakatoshi does not half-ass anything - when it suddenly gave way sending the large man down. luckily for his partner, he has fast reflexes so he was able to catch himself with his hands before he crushed them.

♧ not vocal with dirty talk at all, unless his partner suggests it to him -- he lets his actions do all the talking for him. however, he is quite loud while fucking. he doesn't talk or babble, but he does groan a lot whether he's being submissive or dominant.

♧ doesn't aim to be rough whenever he's fucking his partner. it just happens -- his body's natural response.

i get: reblog

you get: an ushijima jersey

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hanaonesflower · 2 years

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One of these days, someone will look you in the eyes and loudly say, speaking with their whole chest, that they’re in love with you. Because you deserve that. Don’t convince yourself otherwise 💘

Daichi, Iwaizumi, Bokuto, Ushijima, Hinata, Nishinoya, Konoha

#hajime iwaizumi #ushijima wakatoshi imagine #Haikyuu fluff #daichi sawamura #bokuto headcanons #nishinoya headcanons #kuroo x you #Ushijima x you #iwaizumi x you #Daichi x you #bokuto x you #konoha x you #haikyuu headcanons #i could only hope you get to experience love the way you’ve always wanted #Hinata x you #hinata shoyo

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clubkira · 6 months

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DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ

oh future husband, better love me right!

premise. the nhk gives it’s viewers a peak into the love lives of the jnt’s lineup, interviewing the future wives of the jnt to crack the secret to a happy relationship ❤︎

content. haikyu!! jnt / f!reader. (atsumu miya, rintarou suna, wakatoshi ushijima & shoyo hinata). fluff. somewhat decent relationship advice. downbad fiancés. healthy relationships(!!). suggestive moments. petnames.

soundtrack. dear future husband : meghan trainor.

part two can be read here.

dear future husband m.list. // hq. masterlist.

ATSUMU MIYA.

“after every fight, just apologize.”

“Relationship advice?” You repeat, sitting across from the NHK interviewer, mic strapped to your shirt as a camera filmed your living room. She nods, smiling while holding a microphone of her own.

“Yes! Tell us, what is the secret to a healthy relationship?”

You tilt your head, “Well, I guess I have some advice to give.” Your fingers drum against the armrest of your couch as you sit in thought, contemplating on what to tell the reporter, “hmm..”

Atsumu sitting beside you laughs, his arm slung comfortably over your shoulder, “I have some advice I’d like to give as well.”

You turn to him with a grimace. “I don’t want any young viewers following whatever is about to come out of your mouth, ‘Tsumu.”

He looks at you offended; reeling his arm back to his side, shock spelled out all over his face. “Excuse me, I’m great at romance. I romanced you, didn’t I?”

“Unfortunately,” you jest, with Atsumu exclaiming in protest, “But this isn’t just about romancing someone, ‘Tsumu. They’re asking what makes a relationship a healthy one.”

“So?” He shrugs, “A healthy relationship is one that’s full of romance.”

“I apologize for him,” you playfully tell the interviewer, ignoring the look Atsumu gives you in response, “He’s not the best at this sorta stuff.”

She merely giggles, “No worries, the players are allowed to give their own opinions as well.” Atsumu puffs his chest out, “See, babe? She said I can talk too.”

“Yeah well, just make sure to cut out whatever he says in the final broadcast,” She lets out a snort at your jab, hiding the smile that creeps onto her face behind her microphone while Atsumu shoves your shoulder in despair.

“Awe, c’mon! I’m not that bad with relationship advice!” He pouts at you, looking like a kicked puppy when he does so, “What makes you think I’m so bad at this, do you actually want to marry me, babe?”

Your eyes soften at his saddened tone, feeling slightly guilty you link your fingers with his, eyes full of love when he smiles down at your intertwined hands.

“Of course I do, ‘Tsumu.”

The camera crew awes as you turn back to face the cameras, still holding Atsumu’s hand firmly in your own, running your thumb over the smooth cut diamond ring studded band he wears on his ring finger.

“The advice I have to give viewers is; Apologize when you are wrong,” you tell the interviewer, “No matter your pride, no amount will replace your relationship. It’s never worth sacrificing your loved one just for the sake of winning an argument.”

“Uh huh, you’re one to talk about that, babe,” Atsumu rolls his neck, “You never apologize first, it’s always me who has to for you to talk to me again.”

“What are you talking about?” You look at him confused, “I’m the one who initiates the apology conversations, you’re the stubborn one out of us.”

“Nuh-uh.”

You groan, “Exactly.”

Atsumu pulls his hand out of yours, placing it on your thigh instead before facing the cameras. “But, she is right. Do not ever choose a winning an argument over your partner. It ends badly.”

“You would know,” you snort, “You give me the longest silent treatments until I coax you out of it with kisses.”

“Can we cut that out of the broadcast, please?”

You purse your lips to hide the oncoming smile until Atsumu leans forward, a handsome grin on his face as he looks directly into the rolling cameras with a newfound confidence.

“But, y’know. I do always apologize in the end, ‘cause my girl’s never wrong.”

RINTAROU SUNA.

“make time for her.”

“You see this girl?” Suna jabs a thumb in your direction from across the kitchen, leaning against the marble island lazily as the camera team nods. “Yeah, she gets constipated if I don’t give her enough attention.”

Your head perks up immediately as you shoot him a halfhearted glare, “Do not.”

“See, she’s doing it right now.” He ignores, drinking from his glass of water before setting it down on the counter, ignoring the little gasp you let out at his actions.

Rolling your eyes, you smack his arm before sliding a coaster under his drink, “Don’t scratch the marble, Rinnie. I just bought this island.”

The camera team silently giggles at the short interactions between you two, with Suna sticking his tongue out at you and in response you give him a middle finger before he turns back to face them, “Can you believe her?”

Scoffing, you enter the camera frame beside him, “Don’t bring them into this, Rinnie.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“I’m your fiancée.”

Suna opens his mouth to argue before shutting it promptly, “Good point.”

One of the crew members holds a sign from behind the cameras, indicating to get the interview back on topic. “Why would you ever ask her for relationship advice?” Suna chuckles, “I was the one who made the first move.”

“The interview is for the fiancée’s of the JNT, Mr. Suna,” the interviewer reminds him, “But the players are welcome to voice their own opinions as well.”

Suna stretches his arm behind his back with a yawn, a sliver of his abdomen peeking out from underneath his home shirt before disappearing quickly, “Well in that case, allow me to voice this opinion—”

You slap a hand over his mouth before he can begin, “Nope, didn’t you hear them? This is my interview, Rinnie.”

“Buhf dey shaid I can shpeak too, affhole." Suna glares from behind your hand, removing it from his mouth with a groan. “Did you even wash your hand? Tastes gross.”

“Why did you lick my hand?”

“We’ve done freakier things than that and that’s what you’re worried about?”

Your words get lodged in your throat, sputtering out hurriedly, “This is going on T.V, Rinnie!”

He looks to you with a smug smile, “Yeah, and I can’t wait to rewatch this interview and see your reaction again later.”

Your fists clench momentarily before taking a deep breath, relaxing yourself and facing the cameras with a smile. “Anyways, some relationship advice I’d give to anyone watching; make time for your spouse.”

Suna nods along to your words, “Mhm, I think that’s the most important thing in a relationship.”

“Shut up, Rinnie.”

“Ouch,” he fakes a stab through his heart, monotonous eyes but a playful grin on his lips. “I talk for two seconds and you tell your dear fiancé to shut up?”

You shake your head towards him jokingly, continuing to talk to the interviewer, “A healthy relationship means you spend time with your loved ones, and your spouse should be the most loved person in your life.”

The reporter nods, “I see, I see, what do you suggest to our viewers the best ways to spend quality time with their lover?”

“In bed.” Suna chimes in immediately, earning another smack on the shoulder from you. “What?” He looks at you with a knowing grin, “Oh, you— I didn’t mean like that, oh my god you’re sooo dirty minded.”

He chuckles, “I meant like cuddling, laying in bed together, watching movies. Y’know, wholesome things.”

“Nothing is wholesome with you,” you exasperate, speaking from personal experience. “But yes, those are great ways to spend times with your lover. They’re good times to bond with them, or just relax and unwind after a long day.”

“Yeah, after a gruelling day of practice, it’s nice to come home and lay in her arms,” Suna motions to you before leaning his head on your shoulder, his grin now replaced with a small but gentle smile. “She’s all I want to see after practice.”

“Wow,” you tease, leaning your head atop his, “and where did you learn to be so smooth, hm? Are you just playing it up for the cameras, Rinnie?”

Suna snickers, hands crossed over his chest relaxed, “I would never,” he says before mumbling close to your ear.

“I just, really like to spend time with you.”

WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA.

“treat her like a lady.”

“My fiancé is out right now at the gym,” you inform the NHK station crew, their camera men follow you inside your house for the opening shots of the broadcast. “Make yourselves comfortable while you wait.”

The interviewer settles himself on a seat at your dining table as you reach for the vase of flowers atop, moving into the kitchen to pour the old water out of their vase, careful to not spill any over your kitchen counter as you refill the container with fresh water from your tap.

Refreshing the water, you carefully place the flowers back into their vase before rearranging them neatly, coming back out of the kitchen to place them back on your table and adjusting them accordingly as the interviewer watches amazed.

“Those flowers are very lovely,” he notes softly, almost as if any louder of a volume would disturb the plants, “Did you fiancé happen to get them for you?”

You smile, “yes, he did,” recalling the first time he got you a bouquet, on your first date many years ago.

“‘Toshi knows I love flowers.”

The soft click of the lock to your house causes you to perk your head up in familiarity, the frame of your fiancé’s figure coming into view as you see him placing his shoes down beside your door before coming inside.

“Welcome home, dear,” you call out to him from the kitchen, one of the camera crew’s members break off to film your fiancé as he enters the home. He drops his gym bag to the floor beside your couch, removing his jacket and hanging it on your coatrack before passing through the halls of your shared home to get to you.

Ushijima shuffles his way into the kitchen, passing by the camera crew and approaching you from behind, hugging you as his hands are wrap around your stomach, head dropping into the crook of your shoulder.

You lean into his touch, his freshly showered hair smells of the shampoo the two of you use.

“Are you showing them the flowers I got you?” He asks, eying the pretty arrangement of flowers on the table. The cameras zoom in to take a closer shot at the flowers, noting the vibrancy of the colours and the lack of thorns adorning the stems.

You and the reporter nod, Ushijima lets a small smile settle on his face. “She told me they were her favourites,” he tells the reporter.

“Hm,” he hums before turning to you, microphone extending outwards. “is that your relationship advice for the viewers then? Giving your loved one gifts?”

You shake your head quickly, “Oh, no! No, that’s not my advice— Of course, do get your partner gifts if you know they’ll enjoy them.” Ushijima straightens up, hands snaking around your waist to stand beside you as the cameras pan out to record the both of you in the same shot.

“‘Toshi just really likes to get me little things,” you smile, reminicing on all the times your eyes barely glazed over something in a store front before he was scrambling inside the shop to buy it for you, despite your pleas.

“But gifts do not have to be expensive,” You reassure the viewers again, “just little trinkets that remind you of your partner will be enough.”

Ushijima nods before lifting your hand up to the camera, showing off the engagement ring with a large diamond displayed proudly atop it. “Yes, but I do like to splurge when it comes to her.”

You retract your hand quickly, warily eying your fiancé, “‘Toshi! Don’t make the viewers think they need to buy people’s happiness with expensive gifts!”

His head tilts unsurely, “My love, do you not like the ring I got you?”

“I-I do! When did I ever say I didn’t?”

His eyes crinkle slightly in concern, “Then why are you hiding our engagement ring from the viewers?”

“Because,” you sigh, “I don’t want young, inexperienced lovers to think they need something like a huge, flashy engagement ring to be loved by someone.”

“But you deserve the best,” he rebuffs, “There is nothing I wouldn’t buy for you if you asked.”

“‘Toshi.. this isn’t really helping our case…”

The reporter turns to Ushijima, “Even though this is a special for the JNT fiancées, the players are allowed to give their own insight.” He informs your soon-to-be husband, “Do you have anything else to add for our viewers?”

Ushijima thinks for a moment, silent in thought as you look to your fiancé, and the sight of his matching engagement ring twinkling under the bright studio lights filling your home catches your eye all too quickly.

“Do you have anything you want to say, ‘Toshi?” You nudge his shoulder slightly when he continues to remain quiet, an encouraging smile on your lips.

He nods, bringing the hand with your ring on it before giving the intricately cut diamond a kiss, his piercing eyes gazing deep into yours, causing your face to heat up fervently at his wolfish grin.

“Treat your partner the best that you can, like the lady she is and deserves to be treated as.”

SHOYO HINATA.

“don’t forget your anniversaries!”

Shoyo’s leg bounces feverishly as the reporter speaks to you casually, unable to contain his excitement at being asked to join you for this broadcasted interview special.

His grin is wide, beaming whenever you sneak small glances at him whenever the reporter looks down at their cue cards of start up questions to ease into the conversation, before the real topic is brought up.

“Do you have any relationship advice for our viewers?”

You’re about to speak until Shoyo interrupts you, quite literally flying out of his seat while brightly smiling as his hand grasps yours with a tight grip, “I do, I do!”

The reporter chortles, smiling at his tactics, “Thank you, Mr. Hinata. But this interview is specifically for your fiancée.” Shoyo’s face sullens lightly until he speaks again, “But you’re allowed to give your own thoughts when she’s done.”

Shoyo slumps back into his seat dejectedly as you rub his back comfortingly, “Sorry, Sho. But just let me speak first, okay?” His pout is replaced instantaneously at your words with the usual smile he holds when around you, “Alright, baby!”

You look towards the reporter, hand still clasped in Shoyo’s securely. “Here is my advice for a healthy relationship; Don’t forget your anniversaries.”

Your fiancé’s mouth hangs open in shock at your words, head whipping to face you with a hearty laugh, “That’s what I was going to say!”

The look of shock that spreads across your face amuses him, staring at you expectantly for a few moments before you too erupt into laughter, shoulders shaking in surprise as the two of you cling to each other for support, with Shoyo nearly falling off the couch with how hard he cackles.

He clings onto your shoulder to stop himself from tumbling, which in turn causes you to laugh harder as you try to pull him back up as Shoyo calls out for you to ‘save him’.

“Baby, I’m falling!” Shoyo shrieks while howling with laughter, “Grab my hand!”

“You’re already grabbing my hand, Sho!”

Cameras stationed around your living room pan to zoom in on Shoyo’s joyful face when he fools around with you, the grip he still holds on your hand as clear as day as you jokingly attempt to rescue his bumbling self.

The out of frame reporter looks to the two of you happily, the fact that you both seem so absorbed in each other and have forgotten about the interview portion of the broadcast is surprisingly heartwarming for both the crew and the viewers watching the broadcast.

Once the two of you manage to calm down, you shyly look back to the NHK crew with a timid smile.

“Sorry,” you apologize to your interviewer, coughing as you try to hold back another bout of laughter when you catch Shoyo smiling at you again, attempting to contain his giggles. “We got a little- uhm, carried away.”

“It’s no problem,” the reporter chuckles, “I can see the two of you are very much in love, so is that the advice you wish to tell our viewers on how your relationship with each other is so healthy?”

You and Shoyo nod simultaneously, “Yeah, don’t you ever forget your partner’s anniversaries!!” Shoyo sternly but playfully warns the viewers, “I’m serious, guys! Anniversaries are important!”

“What anniversaries should our viewers be aware of when it comes to their lovers?”

This time you speak up, “Well, the major and most well known ones of course,” you begin, listing off the ones you can recall at the moment.

“For example; first month together, first year spent as a couple, birthdays could also count I suppose—”

“Did you know I proposed to her on our fifth anniversary?” Shoyo interrupts excitedly, the same happy and bright smile on his face shining when he proudly pulls up his hand to show off the ring on his finger, “I was so caught up in the moment, I forgot to put the ring on her finger after she accepted!”

Recalling that memory brings warmth to your cheeks, “Yeah, he literally forgot about the ring in the box until I asked him about it later.”

“But in any case,” you circle back to original topic at hand, noticing the way Shoyo’s smile dampens a little when you switch back so quickly as you shoot him an apologetic smile, you don’t want to waste the reporter’s and NHK crew’s time any longer.

“Don’t forget your anniversaries, people! They’re a big deal for a ton of lovers!”

“Th-that’s right!” Shoyo piggybacks off your response, “And if you do forget, you better apologize a lot!”

The reporter nods, turning their attention to your fiancé. “And do you have any final thoughts for our viewers on how you maintain a healthy relationship with your fiancée, Mr. Hinata?”

Shoyo smiles deviously at the open ended question he’s been dying to answer this whole time; his hand creeping teasingly up your thigh to the small of your back as he leans in real close to you with a knowing wink, the flushed expression displayed on your face at his actions encourages him even more to continue.

His eyes glint with amusement, the mischievous grin on his lips is firm even in front of several strangers and cameras rolling in real time, footage of his behaviour being broadcasted to the entirety of Japan this very second.

And without shame or guilt, Shoyo smirks.

“Make your anniversary nights real special for her, trust me on that one.”

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noosayog · 1 year

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[baby fever] ft. ushijima wakatoshi

wc: 400

iwaizumi | atsumu | osamu | sakusa | kageyama

You’re standing outside the gym where the Olympics team is practicing when you see Iwaizumi walk by, hand in hand with a clumsily waddling toddler. Iwaizumi nods at you and the toddler waves a chubby arm at you. You giggle and wave back.

“Did you want to wait inside?” Iwaizumi asks.

You’re about to decline when the toddler tugs on your fingers.

“Come in?” he asks.

You agree, letting him lead you by his grip around your ring finger and pinky. Inside the gym, Iwaizumi asks you to watch his son as he finishes up with the team. The child quickly settles into your lap, his babbling trailing off as he dozes away. You’re fiddling with a loose thread in his little sweater when Wakatoshi comes up behind you, freshly showered. He greets you with a brief kiss on the head and sits quietly next to you when he sees the sleeping kid in your arms.

“Who’s this?”

“Iwaizumi’s son,” you respond distractedly.

Ushijima stares intently at you as you gently rock the small child in your arms. He continues to watch in silence as you double-knot his shoelaces, straighten the sleeves on his sweater, and swat away the drool at the corner of his open mouth. He notices when you laugh quietly at his little snores.

His eyes are still on you when you finally look up at him.

“What,” you laugh. “What are you looking at?”

Before he can answer, Iwaizumi comes to relieve you of childcare duties. He thanks you and you assure him that his son was wonderful.

“You’re in a good mood,” Ushijima states.

You only smile at him, swinging your clasped hands in wide arcs and skipping a bit.

Later that night, with your back nestled into his broad chest, he rubs a warm, large palm on your tummy. The gesture is innocent and gentle, but the circles get slowly wider.

“You like kids, huh?” As he talks, the palm slides up to cup your breasts.

“Is that what this is about?”

“What do you think,” he asks, hands not stopping. “About having kids.”

You push him onto his back and roll on top of his chest, eye to eye with him. He gazes at you lovingly and you’ll never get tired of it.

“I want a girl,” you say. “I really want to see your big muscly arms holding a pink blanket with our little daughter in it.”

He gives you a confused look, “if that’s what you want.”

He flips the two of you over, hands back on your body.

“What are you doing!” you laugh.

“Starting now,” he says simply, as his hands continue their trail down your body.

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emmyrosee · 1 year

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Ushijima does nothing halfway. Especially when it comes to his daughter.

It’s very adorable to see, there’s nothing quite like her asking him for anything and everything, and him doing it.

For her third birthday, she wanted a pony. When he couldn’t find one, he and Romero dressed up in a pony costume.

When she asks for candy, he gets her two of whatever she likes- one when she eats all her dinner, and one because ‘mommy doesn’t need to know.’

When she comes barreling into your bedroom while you two snuggle, wailing and desperately trying to dry her eyes while you both scramble from the bed to calm her down. He’s quick to reach for the baseball bat next to his bed to ward off any “monsters.”

“What’s wrong, baby?” You soothe, opening your arms for her to leap into. She does, and you hoist her up and onto your hip, her face burying into your neck.

“Jock’s gone!” She sobs, and immediately, you and Wakatoshi tense up.

Jacques, the handmade giraffe Uncle Satori had sent all the way from Paris for Reina’s second birthday had immediately made its presence known in everyday life. Everywhere Reina went, Jacques was close behind or enclosed in her tiny hand: play dates, dinners out or at the table, sitting on the toilet at bath time…

In her arms every time she was going to sleep.

“Oh sweetheart,” you croon. “Why didn’t you tell us sooner?”

“I…I…” she lets out a sniffle and wipes her nose with the back of her hand. “I forgot to…”

“We’ll find him,” Wakatoshi assures, and Reina’s eyes light up at her favorite hero.

You gnaw at your lip before looking at the time, “baby, don’t you think we should maybe just try tomorrow?”

“She needs it tonight,” he says simply, planting a kiss to your head before stalking out of the room. “He’s got to be in the house somewhere. Probably just playing hide and seek.”

What a damned game he was playing.

Surely enough, everywhere Jacques would be, or was suspected to be was exactly where he wasn’t; he wasn’t in the bathroom, or in the chair next to hers at the dinner table. He wasn’t in the playroom, nor under her bed, everywhere that Jacques could be, he certainly was not.

“Doya think he ran ‘way, daddy?” Reina wails, fingers clasping onto your pajama pants. A soothing hand cards through her locks, and despite Wakatoshi having the patience of a Saint, you could see it in his eyes it was slowly slipping away.

“It would make more sense than him just not being here,” he mumbles, and you offer him a sympathetic look for his efforts. “Okay, Reina,” he sighs, crouching down to be eye level with her; exhaustion paints his face and his hair sticks up wildly with his anxious carding, “when was the last time you had Jacques?”

She sniffles and wipes her nose on your sweat pants, “I told him to stay and watch the washin’ machine, ‘n come get mommy when it was done, and he never did!”

Wakatoshi blanches and his jaw slacks. You cover your mouth to hide the laughter that desperately wants to bubble out. Reina’s bottom lip wobbles as she unknowingly just took three years off of her fathers life.

“…the last time you had him was in the laundry room?”

“Uh-huh.”

“So… he’s in the laundry room?”

She nods again. Big brown eyes flick up to you, and he sinks his teeth into his lip to stop himself from laughing in a similar vain as you. “Okay,” he says, standing up and scrubbing his face with his large hands. “In hindsight, that should’ve been my first question.”

“Huh?” Reina asks, eyes flying up to you when you finally let a few cackles out, watching as your mammoth of a husband shuffles down the hallway to the laundry room. The light flicks on, then off, and when he emerges, there’s Jacques, dangling from his beefy hand.

“Found him,” he says blankly. Reina gasps and quickly runs over to her father, eagerly clutching the giraffe to her chest.

“You didn’t run ‘way!” She squeals, rocking the plush back and forth before planting a kiss to its head, chirping a sweet little “thank you, daddy!” before shuffling back off to bed, like the last three hours of struggle didn’t just happen.

Wakatoshi looks at you with exhausted eyes, but the minute they lock with yours, he’s unable to fight the wide smile that starts to spread over his face, causing the both of you to break out in loud laughter and snickers. You quickly make your way back into his arms, your head thunking against his chest while it rumbles with his laughter.

“I cannot believe that little snot just outplayed us so hard.”

“You’d think this is our first day,” you snort. Your head turns up to look at him, and you give him a kiss on the base of his jaw as a reward. “You’re so good to her.”

“I almost have to be,” he sighs sleepily. His olive eyes glaze over your face, “there is no way you’d be able to handle her antics on your own.”

“Hey. Just because she likes you more than me does not mean I can’t handle her on my own.”

He offers you a small snort and reaches up to gently stroke the corners of your smiling eyes, “I do suppose so; her ability to give me grey hairs certainly does come from you.”

“Exactly,” you chuckle. Lovingly, despite his slander, you nose at his jawline for him to lean down for a kiss which he happily complies in, his hands gentle on your cheek in the middle of the hallway. You giggle against his lips and nuzzle your nose against his, “I want another one…”

“A kiss?”

“No, a baby.”

Immediately he pulls back, face dropped in a deadpanned expression to contrast your excited one. “Clearly we need to get you to sleep, you’re talking nonsense.”

“Toshi!”

“Come on,” he grunts, hoisting you up and over his shoulder, ignoring your laughter and the banging of your fists against his back. “Bed time. Before the both of you give me an aneurysm.”

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lujingheswife · 6 months

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emperor ushijima.

summary: a short conversation between a princess and an emperor of a neighbouring kingdom.

featuring: ushijima wakatoshi

word count: 166

cw: fem!reader, sick!reader, princess!reader, crown prince!ushijima, royal!au, not proofread

author’s notes: found a draft from 2020 !!! UNEDITED. decided to post it here for fun, but maybe i'll rewrite this entirely? o.o royal au is just grgrgr bark bark

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“Weak?”

The imperial crown prince of the empire, Wakatoshi, questioned.

He never knew the royal family of the neighbouring kingdom would have an inevitable curse. He stared at the second princess, realizing how thin and pale you looked.

You nodded, “I’m the younger twin of the royal family, it is no surprise that I was born this way,” you muttered, “although I wish to be stronger to support my kingdom.”

There was a pause in the air.

You fiddled your fingers awkwardly. What an idiot of you to talk to the imperial crown prince you had just met today. It’s not like he could help you or whatsoever.

Afterall, you're weak.

No one would like to be with someone like you.

“Maybe we can form an alliance,” he spoke firmly.

You raised your head from his words and looked at him, confused.

“What do you mean, your highness?”

You, the youngest princess of the kingdom, could never expect the next thing he said could change your entire life.

“Become my consort, and climb up the throne with me as my empress.”

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violette-hue · 2 years

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Summary: Ushijima invites you to Paris with ulterior motives in mind.

Pairing: Ushijima x fem!Reader

Trigger Warning(s): Trust issues, mentions of being a player, cursing, clubbing, alcohol, not nice words(?), insulting, arguing, abandonment, love, unprotected sex, slight sub/dom, creampie, slight breeding kink, high heels

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N: Truthfully, I'm 50/50 about how I feel about this fic. I've been working on this for quite some time, and dont have the heart to proof read it (because I think I'll scrap the whole thing). I hope you guys enjoy it! I'm almost at 400 followers, and have been thinking about doing an event. Let me know if you guys would like me to do one to participate in ♥︎

500 Match-Up Event

**Minors Do Not Interact**

Ushijima Wakatoshi wasn't the type to stay with one person for too long. It wasn't his thing to have just one partner either. For a man of his status and wealth, people tended to throw themselves at him. Especially the women that followed the team around like groupies. That's why you kept a ten foot pole between you and him, no matter how hard he tried to get to you. No matter how badly you wanted him to get to you.

You met Ushijima some time ago, and despite his quiet nature, you became quick friends with him. Friends with attempted benefits—in his eyes at least. He had invited you to most of the extravagant places he went, and each time had tried to make a move on you. Of course you never gave in, but the free trips and hotel stays were very nice.

Perhaps if he was different, was maybe even someone else you'd give him a chance. He was too infamous, too much of a player to trust. If you caved, you knew you'd fall for him. And your heart couldn't handle that. So you tried your best to pay Ushijima back with your friendship and companionship.

But paying him back with a platonic relationship was growing harder with each invitation. Especially now that you had been invited to Paris. You had arrived in the city of love showered with gifts: a white fur coat, diamond earrings, and nearly four dozen roses in your hotel room. A hotel room that was conveniently right next to Ushijima's with a connecting door. You rolled your luggage next to the empty wardrobe and sighed. You had a feeling this whole trip would be dedicated to wooing you. This time you might cave in, and that scared you.

Suppose you let him in, what would happen then? His history in past relationships only brought you to one conclusion—he’d kick you to the curb once he was done with you. You didn’t want that, no one really did. That’s why you couldn’t allow yourself to budge on this. This was for your own good.

A knock sounded at the connecting door just as you had taken your shoes off. Your feet padded on the luxurious Parisian carpet towards the door and you turned the lock. A small smile graced your lips. At least he was thoughtful enough to have the lock on your side of the room.

"Yes?" you said, shifting your weight to one leg and crossing your arms.

Ushijima took a step inside the room. The hair on the back of your neck prickled as you tilt your head back to meet his gaze. You knew he was much taller than you, he was taller than nearly everyone. What you didn't know was how small you would feel next to him without your shoes on. He was still wearing the same outfit he wore to pick you up from the airport —a black cashmere sweater and black jeans. The sweater, somehow, clung on to his muscles like a second skin. It took you some effort to force your gaze back to his face, and when it finally met its destination, you were welcomed with a coy smirk.

"Change," Ushijima stated, his eyes trailing over your body. "Something nice to match the coat and earrings."

A shiver ran up your spine, your skin suddenly becoming sensitive to the casual sweater you wore. You arched a brow, but didn't say anything. You were shocked Ushijima had planned something out for you. No one had ever even attempted to plan dinner. Yet, here was this man, buying you gifts with the intention to utilize them immediately on a...a date? You felt heat rush to your cheeks at the realization. This was a date. How had he managed to rope you into this?

"And wear those heels I like," he added.

You nodded, rolling your eyes slightly. "Sir, yes, sir," you sighed, moving to your abandoned luggage. "What are you gonna wear?"

You hauled your luggage onto the bed and zipped it open. Your eyes caught on a familiar satin beige material, and you pulled it out. This dress should do, but you’d probably be freezing without the coat.

“Not that one, wear something black,” Ushijima interjected. “To match me.”

Both of your brows raised as you turned toward him. You pursed your lips and took a moment to collect your thoughts. He had picked you up from the airport with gifts, had the rest of the day—and probably night—planned, was requesting you were the shoes “he likes”, and now he wanted you to match? Every alarm went off in your mind, some good and some bad. This was definitely a date.

"...Alright..." you answered, tossing the beige dress on the bed. "What are you wearing?"

Your fingers grabbed the soft, silky, black material of another dress and unrolled the garment. There were a few wrinkles here and there, but it was nothing the steam from a hot shower couldn't work out. You pulled a velvet hanger from the closet with pursed lips. The more you pondered on your new choice of wear for tonight, the more you realized how bad of an idea it would be. The silk material was much more thin than the satin of the beige dress. The bitter winter wind would cut straight through the fabric to your bones if you didn't bring your new fur coat along. And even then...

You placed your dress in the bathroom on the back of the door and returned to your luggage. You felt Ushijima's eyes follow you, your skin tingling with the almost tangible gaze. You turned to him with raised brows. Was he going to stand here the whole time?

Though you were expecting a response, none came. Just a deep, toe curling grunt, and then Ushijima was gone. The door shut with a click and you didn't even bother to lock it.

A heavy sigh pushed through your lips. You were excited to finally visit Paris, but you knew this trip would be challenging. Making it past tonight without jumping into Ushijima's arms--or bed--would be the biggest challenge. You chewed on the inside of your lip and padded over to the bathroom. A cold shower it was--you'd find another way to work out the wrinkles in that damn dress.

By the time Ushijima knocked on your door, you were shoving an earring through your ear. With your permission, he entered through the connected door and leaned against the wall. You didn't bother to address him, not when your shoes were still packed in your luggage and your coat was still in its garment bag. You yanked the requested heels from your bag and shoved them on your feet. Luckily, those were your favorite heels, too. From so many uses, they were already broken in and comfortable.

After your shoes were on, you finally turned to Ushijima. “What do you think?” you asked, turning so he could see the full outfit. “Up to your standards?”

“You’ve always been up to my standards.”

You faltered mid turn, the tips of your ears growing warm as butterflies flew rampant in your stomach. You finished the turn and dared a glance at Ushijima. He was already looking at you, his eyes dark and promising worship. Those butterflies flew a little lower and it was hard to keep your composure. You slapped on smile and rolled your eyes. The movements felt wrong, but by the gods you’d be damned if you let him see your walls coming down.

“You can’t just say those things, Toshi,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant. “Especially if you don’t mean them.”

"I do mean it." Ushijima's gaze slid from your eyes to roam over the curves of your body. "Why wouldn't I?"

You shifted under his gaze and tried to find something to lock your eyes on. Your eyes landed on the garment bag your coat was placed in and you moved toward it. You chewed on the inside of your cheek and unzipped the bag.

"Well, y'know..." you trailed off, your fingers pausing in the soft fabric of the coat. "It's just that you've had so many other beautiful partners." You hoped your answer was just offensive enough to change the subject, but not offensive enough to ruin the whole night. Or even the whole trip.

"I've always wanted you." Though you weren't facing him, you felt his presence move closer. A hand grazed your waist gently as it trailed over the silky material of your dress to your abdomen. "Even now, I still want you."

You swallowed hard, the skin under his touch scorching. Your breasts felt heavy, your nipples perking through the fabric. Could he see that? The material was so thin, if it were a lighter color your areola would surely be visible. Thank the heavens for black fabric, for not much passing through the dense color.

You heard Ushijima chuckle behind you, his chest rumbling and the low timbre pushing into your body. Lower and lower until you were willing your thighs not to press further together. You had to create some space between the two of you before you never make it out the room.

Your flingers glide the zipper down further and free the luxe fur out its cage. You whip the material around you, forcing Ushijima to take a few steps back and remove his hand from your abdomen. You place the warm fabric on your shoulders and finally turn to him.

"You want a lot of people," you manage to say. "I'm no different from them."

You idly play with your hair and walk to the mirror in the corner of the room. You already know what you look like, can assume how the coat makes you look a part of high society.

Thankfully, Ushijima doesn't continue the conversation. Instead, he grunts his approval and walks to the exit. You follow him out the room and to a black sedan with tinted windows. The ride is awkward and silent and neither of you look at one another. When the car pulls in front of your destination -- a tall expensive building that looks mostly made of glass -- Ushijima gets out without a word. He, surprisingly, rounds the back of the car and opens the door for you, offering his hand. You stare at the large palm and long digits. Digits you've imagined coming around so many times you feel a pulse beat in your vagina. You shake those thoughts away and gently take his hand.

He leads you into the building, walking past a receptionist and to the elevators off to the left. Once inside, he presses the number eight and leans against the cool steel elevator wall. You chew on the inside of your cheek and steal a glance at him.

"What is this place?" you ask cautiously.

Ushijima is silent for a bit, but when he finally talks his voice is borderline cold. "One of the best restaurants in Paris. Bottom floor is an exclusive club the team is meeting at."

You raise your brows. “So dinner and a club,” you repeated, a small smile gracing your lips. “Sounds like a good time.”

And it was. Dinner was the best you ever had, would probably ruin other restaurants for you, too. Nothing could ever compare to the food you had eaten. By the time dessert came around, you had completely forgotten about what happened in the hotel, and it seemed like Ushijima had forgotten, too. Dinner was all smiles and giggles, and it had a part of you wishing it could be like this all the time. Only it couldn’t. Inevitably, he would break your heart and toss you to the side for a new toy. A less broken, insecure toy.

The club seemed normal enough, like any other club. The only difference was this club was filled with extraordinarily hot French people. Had Ushijima not been with you, you would have started dancing with the first person you could get your hands on. Unless... A light bulb went off in your head. If you showed even more disinterest by dancing with everyone but him, would he leave you alone? A part of your heart clenched at the idea. You wanted to be with him, but gods, you just didn't trust him with your heart. You stole a glance at him, butterflies erupting in every part of your body. Why was he so beautiful? You let yourself imagine a future with him -- extravagant, romantic dates; luxe vacations and hotel stays; lots of sex; fragrant bouquets of hydrangeas and sweat peas lining a white aisle. Your chest ached at the latter image and you willed your eyes forward. Dancing with random horny people it was.

You grabbed a champagne flute off a nearby tray from a club attendant and downed the bubbly liquid. You made your way to the dance floor, your hips swaying to the foreign music. You let the bass move through your body and soon enough you were locking eyes with a dark haired, blue eyed patron. Lust filled his eyes and you allowed him to run his hands up and down the curves of your waist. You turned sensually, your back arching to push your ass against the stranger's crotch. He was hard, the bulge rubbing against your backside. You should have been turned on. Should have been so wet and filled with sexual desire, but you weren't. This stranger wasn't Ushijima. It wasn't his large body embracing yours.

You slithered away from the club-goer dazed and dizzy. How many drink had you allowed this stranger to give you? All the other strangers that tried to dance with you? You looked around for a familiar head of brown hair, but to no avail. Panic rose in your chest, sobering you up. You made your way to the other side of the club. Ushijima wasn't here.

"You looking for Ushiwaka?"

You turned at the familiar voice, hope filling your chest. You looked up at his teammate and nodded, almost a little too eagerly.

"He left an hour ago. I'm surprised you didn't go with him."

Your eyebrows shot up to your hairline and your mouth went lax. He had left you? Without saying anything? You ran a hand through your hair and looked around. How were you going to get back to the hotel? You looked back to Ushijima's teammate -- whose name you, quite frankly, couldn't be bothered with remembering -- and knit your brows together.

"I don't have a ride back," you yelled over the music.

The teammate nodded in understanding and pulled out his phone. "I'll call you a cab." He brought the phone to his ear and cupped his hand over the speaker and his mouth. You heard him say a few words in french. He mouthed the words "ten minutes" and walked to a quieter corner of the club. Maybe the bathrooms.

You pushed pass the club-goers to the elevators and angrily pushed the bottom to the lobby. Ushijima had left you all alone in a foreign country, not able to speak even a sentence in the language. Angry tears burned your eyes. Why the fuck would he do this? As you rode to what you hoped was your hotel, you couldn't stop the tears from falling. Your aggressively wiped them away with your fingers and looked to the roof of the cab. It wasn't worth crying over, but god you were so angry. So angry and hurt and betrayed. Had he planned to do this all along? To spite you for all the times you rejected him? You scoffed to yourself. "I've always wanted you" my ass. Of course he would do this. This was his behavior, his normal way of treating his partners.

You got out of the cab, thanking the driver in what little french you knew and marched to the elevators. The ride couldn't have gone any slower. You pushed the button for your floor again impatiently. What would you even say to him? You tapped your foot and looked around the elevator. Did you even want to talk to him? Maybe you'd just pack your things and go home. You didn't have enough in your account, so you'd have to use a credit card...

The elevator doors slid open with a ding and you made way to your room. The door opened with ease and darkness awaited you. The only light that came into your room was the natural light of the moon, seeping in through opened curtains. You furrowed your brows. You hadn't left those curtains open when you left. You looked around the room and sucked in a breath when your eyes landed on a large, muscled shadow. A shadow that was lounging in the desk chair next to the windows. You watched as the shadow swung in semi circles in the dark and flipped the light switch.

Ushijima sat there, his arms crossed. His features were set in a frown and once his eyes landed on you, the chair stopped swinging.

"Surprised you came back," Ushijima drawled, his voice laced with resentment.

"You abandoned me," you spat, ripping off your coat and throwing it at him. "What?" he hissed, shoving the luxe fur off him and standing up.

"You left me," you reiterated. "You didn't even look for me."

"You made it hard," Ushijima seethed, his arms dropping to his side with clenched fists. "You were only shaking your ass with half of France."

You scoffed and threw up your hands with exasperation. "Oh, real nice--"

"You barely gave me a chance all evening," he interrupted, taking a step closer. "You didn't look for me. I fly you here, put you in this hotel and plan a whole day for us. I did this for you. Because I love you."

Your eyes widened and you took a step back. The sudden admission took you by surprise, causing your words to leave you. You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. What would you even say? You had danced with a few people at the club, and you had lost track of time. Had even forgotten all about Ushijima. You were horrible.

Your eyes slipped to the ground and you wrung your hands together. In the process of trying to save yourself from alleged heartache, you ruined your chances at love.

"I'm sorry," you muttered, "there's nothing I can say that will excuse anything I did. Or how I treated you." Tears burned your eyes once more, but these tears were egged by shame and sorrow. You really fucked this up.

Ushijima let out a frustrated sigh and plopped down in the desk chair. "I'd at least like an explanation," he admitted, running a hand through his hair.

You shifted unforgettably and pushed a breath through your lips. "I didn't--" You took a deep breath and looked out the window. "I didn't want to give myself to you just to have my heart broken."

"Do you really think so little of me?"

Your gaze switched to him in an instant at the sadness in his voice. "No," you responded immediately. "Yes? You've only done that with every other partner."

Ushijima shook his head. "You're different. I love you."

There were those words again. I love you. Your heart fluttered in your chest and you couldn't help but smile. Maybe it was the remnants of all the liquor you consumed, or maybe it was the sincerity in those sweet words, but you believed him. And because you believed him, you wanted to give him everything. Your earlier arguments and battles were long forgotten.

"I love you, too," you uttered, barely above a whisper.

The smile Ushijima beamed at you gave you the courage to timidly walk over to him. You hiked the black silk material of your dress up to your thighs and slowly climbed onto his lap. You slid your hands up his chest and rest them on his broad shoulders.

"Say it again," he commanded softly, cupping your chin gently.

“I love you.”

The words were still passing your lips when Ushijima captured them with his. How long had you waited for this kiss? It felt like eons. His lips were gentle against yours, as if he were afraid you’d flee with the tiniest surprise. Something between a of cross of giddiness and undiluted list bubbled in your chest, and suddenly this gentleness wasn’t enough. A hand glided up to his hair, your fingers tangling within the soft brown strands. Your back arched, your hips moving against his lap as you pressed your chest closer to his and deepened the kiss. A groan pulled out of Ushijima and his hands gripped your thighs tightly. His hold wasn’t one that conveyed to stop, but rather that his control was slipping. His fingertips pressed into the flesh just under your ass and he ground up against you. His hardness pressed against your inner thigh and you couldn’t help but give him that friction he needed. That you also needed. Your hips rolled against his once more as you nibbled on his bottom lip. A delicious groan rumbled through his chest and your breasts tingled at the feeling.

"'Toshi," you mewled, trailing a hand between your thighs. Your fingers pushed the fabric of your panties to the side and slid over the slick lips of your pussy.

Ushijima sucked in a deep breath and looked down to your hand. "What is it, baby?" he asked, his voice deep with lust.

"Let me make it up to you," you breathed, climbing off of him and to your knees.

Your hand remained between your thighs as the other unbuttoned his jeans. He lifted a bit from the chair and pushed the denim down his thighs. You shuffled back as he kicked off the pants and tossed them across the hotel room. His erection remained trapped under his black boxers, but the size of the imprint still had you sucking in a breath. You timidly shuffled back towards him on your knees, your fingers now parting your pussy lips and lightly circling your clit. You bent forward and lightly kissed his clothed erection, your free hand moving to slip under the band of his boxers. Your fingers wrapped around warm, hard flesh and pulled his cock out. You licked your lips at his impressive length and wrapped the muscles around the tip.

A sharp hiss left Ushijima's lips as you pushed more of his cock deeper inside your mouth. You hallowed your cheeks and bobbed your head up and down, your tongue lapping around his length and tip. You smiled as Ushijima uttered a string of curses and tangled his fingers in your hair. Gods, the feel of his cock in your mouth had your clit throbbing with neglect and need. Need for his fingers, his mouth -- anything to receive the tension. You groaned against his cock as two of your fingers pushed inside you.

"Fuck," he breathed, his hips jerking up. "You're gonna make me cum baby." His hold in your hair loosened and he threw his head back against the chair. "Just like that."

You hollowed your cheeks against him some more, your mouth a vice around his cock. When you felt him twitch inside you, you pulled your mouth away from him. Ushijima whined softly, his eyes meeting yours as you pushed yourself to your feet and licked yourself off your fingers. You were far from your orgasm, but that was okay. You didn't want to orgasm on yourself. You wanted to come hard on his cock, wanted to feel your walls flutter around him.

"I'm going to ride you," you stated with surprising clarity. "I'm going to come hard on your cock. Then I want you to come inside me and make me yours."

The sudden dominance was odd to you, but you liked it. Liked the way his entire body reacted to your plan -- a plan only you could fulfill. Courage rose in your chest and you smirked.

"Take off your clothes and touch yourself. Slowly."

"No." Ushijima stood, his presence overshadowing and overpowering yours. A hand moved to cup your chin firmly and he gave a wicked smile. "Tonight, you obey me."

You crinkled your nose and rolled your eyes slightly.

"Oh?" Ushijima drawled. He brought his hand down to the scoop neckline of your dress. "Don't be a brat now, baby."

His fingers glided over the silk neckline to the thin strap on your shoulder and tugged roughly. The material broke, sliding down your chest to expose your left breast. His fingers pinched your nipple roughly and you gasped at the contact. The smirk that was once displayed on your lips was now transferred to Ushijima.

"I want you to take off your clothes. Slowly." He took a fraction of a step back to allow me the space to disrobe.

You stared at him, expecting him to make the move to disrobe you, but the move never came. He stood there with expectant eyes. You slid the intact strap off your shoulder and shimmied the silk dress off your body. It slid down your curves and made a black pool at your feet. You pulled your panties down and moved to take your shoes off, but stopped at the grunt Ushijima made.

"Keep those on." He took a step closer to you, closer than he was before. "Sit at the edge of the bed and spread your legs."

You obeyed, spreading your legs wide for him. You propped the heels of your shoes on the small ledge of the bed frame and met his gaze. One day, you’d have him on his knees begging to shove his cock in you. Today, you were more than happy to do the begging. You never could have fathomed how hot this scenario would make you, and you felt beyond dirty.

Ushijima’s gaze darkened as he slowly started to undress. “You’re so wet for me,” he rumbled, stalking towards the bed in full, naked glory. “No foreplay.”

Your brows furrowed as he pumped his cock once, then twice. No foreplay? You were so looking forward to feeling his tongue on your clit. Your walls clenched around nothing at the thought and you shifted. You pressed your eyes shut and took a deep breath, the wanton need nearly unbearable. You imagined his breath fanning over your wet pussy, imagined his body heat between your legs— You opened your eyes and let out a wanton mewl as the tip of his cock subtly pushed against your clit. He gripped your chin once more, forcing you to look at him and not the pre-cum dripping of the tip of his penis on you.

His usual light eyes were dark and almost opaque as he watched you lick your lips. “I want to see your face when I bury myself in you,” Ushijima encouraged, the head of his cock trailing down to your entrance.

With a quick snap of his hips, he was buried deep within you, the girthiness of him straining your slick walls. You cried out loudly, your finger nails digging into the luxe sheets around you. Your shoulders slumped and your head strained against Ushijima’s grip on your chin as you adjusted to his size. Or at least tried to. He snapped his hips again, his balls slapping against you with a squelching noise. You felt his calloused thumb move to circle your clit roughly, and within a matter of minutes your orgasm rolled through you intensely.

Ushijima’s grip on your chin transferred to your leg, pulling the limb over his shoulder to thrust deeper in you. He bent his knees, pulling you closer to him until he was practically dragging your body to thrust against him. Your pussy thoroughly worked and wet, it was all you could do to hold on as another orgasm rushed though you. Your hands gripped his wrist, the other covering your mouth as your screamed your release.

No one had ever made you feel this good. No one had ever managed to elicit two orgasms from you. Yet here Ushijima was, this god—this sex god—about to pull another orgasm from you. The sounds that came from the two of you were lewd, his skin slapping against your wet skin, your needy moans and his deep grunts.

Ushijima nudged your leg off his shoulder and gripped your hips tightly, his face scrunching up deliciously. Sweat dribbled down his temples to his chest and he breathed heavily. He was pushing his limit, no doubt minutes, maybe seconds away from spilling himself inside you. The thought of his hot come inside you had your walls clenching around him, eliciting a breathy moan from him. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and crossed at your ankles. You wanted him to release inside you, wanted to feel the intimacy that would bring.

Your heart pound in your chest as you pulled him down for a sloppy kiss.

You loved him.

His lips moved fervently against yours, his moans and yours mixing together. You tugged on his short brown locks.

And he loved you.

You found release again, your arms and legs tightening around him and he swallowed your cries with his mouth. You felt him spill himself inside you, the warm bursts of his come filling you so sweetly.

It was a while before either of you moved from the position, your breaths mingling together. Warmth spread along your body at the realization of what just happened.

This wasn’t a good fucking sesh.

This was what love felt like.

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forusomimiya · 1 year

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Ushijima praising your beautiful pussy that he abuses until he sees his cock covered in white. He'll hold your hips and just watch you devour his cock endlessly.

"Don't stop please, keep - fucking me baby. Keep sucking me s-so good… this cock is all yours, all yours babe… keep it up."

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He Comes To Your Rescue *Part 3*

Tetsuro Kuroo X Reader, Ushijima Wakatoshi X Reader, Satori Tendo X Reader

Summary: You get caught up in something and he defends you

Part 1- Toru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kotaro Bokuto

Part 2 - Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya, Rentaro Suna, Kei Tsukishima

Part 4 - Yuji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa

Part 5 - Tobio Kageyama

Kuroo Tetsuro

🧪 You had just finished watching a match with Nekoma, Kuroo had texted you once they were back in the changing rooms and asked for you to save them seats at the Kurasuno match so you set off to find some seats for him and Kenma. 🧪 You managed to find three seats in a nice place and texted Kuroo to tell him where you were for when he came looking. 🧪 The match was so intense you didn’t even realize that there was someone approaching you until they spoke. 🧪 “Bet these seats are free.” “Actually someone is going to be sitting there soon.” “Sure they are, you never had any friends before I doubt that’s changed.”

You looked up upon recognising the voice, she was the old bully from your middle school. You sighed as you realized that the seat probably weren’t worth this and there were still loads free, you were sure she’d only come over here to tease you “I’ll just find somewhere else to si-” “Where are you going Kitten?” You smiled at the sound of Kuroo’s voice, he wrapped his arm around your waist and rested his head against your shoulder. “There’s no way that you aren’t messing with her… Right?” The girl in front of you asked. “What is that supposed to mean?” Kuroo asked, straightening to his full height. “Maybe you haven’t noticed but there’s better out there.” She smirked as she flipped her hair over her shoulder. “You mean like you?” He asked. “Well-” “Kuroo can you stop messing with her and tell her to get lost? I want to sit down.” Kenma was the one to speak this time as he pushed past his larger friend and sat in one of the seats. “You heard him get lost will you.” He waved her off as he pulled you back to your seat, you were playing with your sleeves “Hey Kitten.” Kuroo pressed his lips to the side of your hair as he watched the girl retreat into the crowd “you okay?” “Mmhm.” You hummed. “You know you're my first and only choice.” He assured you as he squeezed you against his side as best he could in the seats. “You two are disgusting.” Kenma mumbled his eyes not moving from the match in front of him. “Don’t worry you’ll understand one day, Kenma.” Kuroo winked at him and you playfully slapped his thigh. “Pay attention, you wanted to watch this match.” You smiled and then pressed a kiss to the side of your head before leaning back to watch the match.

Wakatoshi Ushijima

🦅 Ushijima doesn’t really pay attention to much but he pays attention to you, he notices a lot and has become accustomed to the look on your face when you want to be out of a situation. 🦅 He wasn’t there this time though, you were out with your friends and they had decided that they wanted to go for a couple of drinks and they all slowly disappeared as they got more and more drunk. 🦅 You were contemplating leaving considering all your friends had driven here yourselves, your choice solidified when each of your friends had come up to you to say that they were leaving with someone else. 🦅 You texted Ushi to tell him that you’d be home soon but he called you before you could get too far.

You answered the phone with a small smile on your face as you saw the caller ID “Hello Ushi.” You greeted him. “How long will it take you to get home?” He asked. “Well I’m walking so-” “Where are your friends?” He asked immediately. “They all found someone to go home with.” You answered “it’s fine we’re not that far from the club they chose, it shouldn't take long for me to get home.” “I’ll meet you.” He said. “No you don’t have to do that.” You tried to get him to stop but he wasn’t having it. “I’m going to meet you, tell me where you are.” He ordered and you sighed before giving him the name of the road that you’d wait for him on. The moment that you stopped moving you became very aware of a figure behind you, they seemed to have stopped at the same time that you had, you pulled out your phone and text Ushijima alerting him to your worry, he texted back telling you that he’d be there soon. “Hi there, you look like you're waiting for something.” You looked up, you didn’t recognise the guy in front of you but you smiled all the same. “Waiting for my boyfriend.” You answered, slipping your phone back in your pocket and wrapping your hand around the house key in your coat pocket. “Really?” He asked as he stepped closer to you, you swallowed as you looked in the direction that you knew Ushijima was going to appear in. “Why’d he leave you out here all on your own?” “I was with some friends.” You answered. “Really? They as pretty as you?” He asked, you mouth was dry and your eyes were cast down to the floor until your heard someone call your name, you looked over relieved when you saw your boyfriend walking towards you, the man that was questioning you took in a breath and stepped away from you, you stepped away from him and towards your boyfriend who pulled you into him immediately. “You are?” He asked, addressing the man that had been speaking to you seconds before. “I- I was just making sure that she was okay.” He answered. “I’ll go now.” He almost fell over trying to get away from you. “Are you okay my love?” Ushijima asked switching his attention to you. “I’m okay.” You nodded “I was about to stab him with my keys though.” “Mmm, well that will never happen again.” He promised “and you won’t be going out with these friends unless I can pick you up after.” “Ushi-” “Come on, it's late, we need to get home.” He said leaving no room for argument but you were definitely going to have to talk about that some other time.

Satori Tendo

🍫 Tendo met you before he left for France and you guys had a long distance relationship for a little while. You were still studying but you surprised him when you got a job in France as a team manager. 🍫 When Tendo started getting hired to make stuff for big events, you were hired, you were supposed to be organizing schedules for all of the chocolatiers in the company but most people were looking for your boyfriend. 🍫 It was getting to the point where you were starting to turn people away because there was no way to get all of the work done in time for the events, most people were understanding but there was always someone who pushed their luck. 🍫 You were working overtime, in your living room phone between your ear and shoulder as you listened to the event coordinator talk.

“What date do you need this done by?” You asked. “30th of this month.” He answered. “Mmm, and who were you hoping for?” You asked. “Satori Tendo.” He answered. “Unfortunately that won’t be possible, he is fully booked for the next few months.” You explained. “This is a very important event.” He spoke and you sighed. “That does not change his availability sir.” You answered as Tendo leaned over your shoulder pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “I want to speak to a manager.” He ordered and you rolled your eyes. “You're speaking to one.” You answered. “Well then I want to speak to your manager.” He answered, you started typing an email as you listened to his complaining. “My manager isn’t working today, you’ll have to wait until Monday.” You explained. “That will be too late!” He shouted down the phone but before you could say anything in return, the phone was taken from you. “My manager has given you her answer, I won’t be at your event thanks.” Tendo hung up the phone after saying that throwing it onto the seat before putting his hand out to you “I need you to taste something for me.” “Tendo I love you but you can’t just say that to a client.” You scolded him and he rolled his eyes walking around so that he was in front of you picking you up and walking towards the kitchen. “He can’t talk to you like that either.” Tendo mumbled as he sat you on one of the stools and pointed at two small chocolates. “Which one is better for that fundraiser?” He asked. “Which one?” You asked, raising an eyebrow and popping the first one in your mouth. “The orphanage one.” He answered, watching you taste the other one. “The kids will like that one.” You pointed at the first one and he nodded. “You're okay though, right?” He asked. “Hm oh yeah, that happens all the time when your boyfriend is the most popular chocolatier in the world.” You winked and he shook his head and pressed a kiss to your lips.

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