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romiyaro · 1 year
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Fuck This
You were fuming.
And Wakatoshi knew it.
He knew not to ignore you when you were horny. But he ignored you anyway. You had pled so damn much, even getting on your knees before him.
But the bozo had just waved you away, picking up the laptop and locking himself up in his study. He needed to focus on the matches of his next opponents. And that would be difficult if you kept bugging him about it.
He definitely didn't realize the gravity of the situation. Or the depth of the grave he dug for himself.
And now, after eight hours of being flat-out ignored, Wakatoshi admits he was wrong. And as you pull the sheets over your head he sits in the living room on the couch occasionally tapping on his phone; probably googling 'how to calm an angry s/o' if you had to take a guess.
You feel the other side of the bed dip as he slips under the sheets. There's shuffling noises coming from his side and before you know he slides his dick between your thighs.
You scoff at his audacity and move to turn around but his words stop you. "I offer you a sausage to quell your anger. I'm sorry that I made you mad. It will happen again." The solemnity in his voice as if he's a priest preaching the bible and the way his dick is roc hard between your thighs makes you blink your eyes for a second and then wince.
"Toshi... You should stop taking suggestions from Tendo."
"Is it not working? Are you still mad at me?"
You sit up, shortly followed by him and your eyes immediately drop to his schlong almost kissing his belly button.
"Yes, I am!" You exclaim. No, you're not. Your cringing with the second-hand embarrassment you know your husband never felt. The embarrassment is so much you almost forgot you were angry at him.
And his erection is not helping either. Your eyes steal glances of his pretty cock and you struggle to maintain eye contact with him.
Ushijima hums, "You don't seem angry though. And you are not ignoring me either. I think it worked." There's that sly smile creeping up his face and you want to scratch at it; hopefully, peel a layer of that tough skin off and make him feel what embarrassment is.
"well, I am. And I'm still ignoring you!" You slip under the sheets again, turning away and huffing to yourself.
"Then I can do nothing but offer you the sausage again. It works."
You laugh this time. And as you feel him sliding his dick back between your warm thighs you bury your face into the pillows and mumble "Why are you like this, Toshi."
"Hmm?"
"You said this will happen again." You recall. Ushijima admits, "Tendo told me to be honest."
Aaaand Ushijima landed back at square one, oblivious as to what made you so angry again and pushing his dick deeper between your thighs hoping it will work this time.
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whatisreggieshortfor · 10 months
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One Hour
Ushijima x gn!reader
One hour a day.
That’s all he could spare, and you knew that.
No matter what anyone said it didn’t bother you, didn’t make you feel like less of a priority.
The time changed depending on the day, sometimes you’d see him in the morning, already prepared for class as he simply hung around while you got ready- other times, though not often, it would be right after school as he walked you to your dorm- and sometimes it would be late at night before you would fall asleep.
Your friends didn’t understand, nor did they try, constantly reminding you that he wasn’t your boyfriend. You would always say yet. He wasn’t your boyfriend yet. He had already confessed his feelings to you, but swore he couldn’t pursue you until he could devote more of his time to you.
That was okay.
Because you understood something none of your friends did.
Yes, he only had an hour a day he could give you.
But he still chose to give it to you.
Ushijima was a lot of things that a lot of people expected him to be.
He was powerful. He was strategic. He was strong, and stoic, and driven while his best friend was fun loving and more curious, and Tendou joined the two of you more often than not, but you never felt like you were on the outside. Ushijima seemed to crave your opinion on things, seemed to focus every ounce of attention on you even if the two of you weren’t alone.
You didn’t need the label, didn’t need the excessive amount of time your friends got from their partners, because you knew what you meant to him.
Where your friends fizzled out with their partners, and they often complained themselves or their partners were clingy, you never worried about it.
Ushijima always made sure the first thing he told you was how much he missed you. At the beginning it made you laugh, just a quick joyful chuckle that would confuse him, but the more times it happened you realized that he was being genuine. He would genuinely miss you, no matter what time of day the hour happened to fall on.
So you took the hour you could get.
When your third year ended, you weren’t sure what would happen.
Ushijima had looked like he carried the weight of the world when he told you he got drafted. His face looked nearly impassible as he talked about the Schweiden Adlers recruiting him, and you weren’t sure why.
This had been his dream!
And then, as he talked, it slowly dawned on you.
He was worried about leaving you behind to move where they needed him.
So you followed him, from Miyagi to Tokyo.
During the off season, you got the attention he had always wanted to give you. He fit his personal training schedule around your work and school schedules, making sure he was available when you wanted to see him while heeding Tendou’s advice that he shouldn’t suffocate you.
During the on season, he still dedicated an hour of his day to you. No matter how early he needed to wake up for his run before practice, no matter how late his extra practice ran, he always carved out an hour of time for you. Even if you fell sleep during whatever movie you had put on for the two of you, he cherished that time.
His teammates that recognized you, like Kageyama and Hirogami, they weren’t surprised to see you pop in to drop off his lunch on the days they knew you’d be in the library late working on papers. And they weren’t surprised when Ushijima would take that lunch break for an hour so that he could sit and enjoy your company.
Because even if all he could give you was an hour a day for the rest of your lives, it was more full of love and attention than full days at a time spent with anyone else.
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shoulmate · 5 months
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Most people get annoyed by Ushijima's face-value communication style.
"Um...what the hell is this?"
Ushijima pauses, one of his hands hovering over the tub.
"Your...bath?" His olive-green gaze focuses on you; his adorable brow furrowing in confusion. "When I talked to you earlier you said--"
"I know, 'Toshi." You sigh, frazzled at the scene. "I know. But I didn't mean for you to go through all this trouble, I wasn't...serious."
Ushijima frowns. "You sounded sincere to me," he says before setting the delicate pink blossom to float in the milky water.
"I'm just leaving practice. Are you home yet, my love?"
"Ugh, no. I wish 'Toshi. I want nothing more than to be home, crack a cider, and take a bath with you, one of those baths like you did for my birthday...but alas," you had sighed, "these quarterlies won't do themselves."
"And," Ushijima says, pulling you from the thought of your earlier phone call, "anything done to take care of you is no trouble at all."
You feel such a swell of fondness for the gentle giant that you smile.
Most people don't appreciate the way Ushijima interprets everything at a literal level.
But as vapors of essential oils ride plumes of steam as you sink into the wam-borderline-hot water and rest your back against Ushijima's equally warm chest, his arms wrapping around you and his deep voice rumbling through you as he tells you about practice
you can't think of anything else you love more.
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kleftiko · 1 year
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❦ TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF <3
ft. kita, ushijima, kuroo, tsukishima
PART 2
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—kita
he always wakes up early. he’s got stuff to do ofc, but his number one priority is cuddling up to you in bed, breathing in your scent and then falling back asleep in your arms. he’s started to set his alarm 15 minutes earlier than normal just so he can be awake to appreciate your warm body next to his.
—ushijima
you have one designated spot, and one designated spot only. his lap. there are extra seats everywhere? doesn’t matter. you are his own personal weighted blanket, and the best excuse not to talk to anyone cause he’s literally hiding behind you. if he could, he would make the world just you and him, and volleyball.
—kuroo
he’s constantly pinching you and poking you and doing anything to get a reaction out of you because YOURE JUST SO FrEAKING CUTE. he can’t help it, his feelings are borderline aggressive because you just grip his heart in a choke hold and he needs to always be close to you and feel your soft skin and UGHHHH. might even bite your cheek like mochi.
—tsukishima
gives you the first bite of everything. he’s making himself a snack and you’re in the bedroom? man walks across the sahara just to give you the first bite of his food. it’s inconvenient to him, and he doesn’t even ask if you want it, he just holds it out on a spoon or chopsticks and waits for you to take the bite. ofc he’s gonna grumble but he just keeps doing it.
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lumiinix · 1 year
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Boys who can’t sleep without your head laying his chest so every time he went abroad, he has to bring a weighted blanket to sleep easier but it still wasn’t the same :(
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REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!
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kairismess · 5 months
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ushijima wakatoshi: your shy secret admirer.
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ushijima wakatoshi had this weird knack for being interested in things, concepts, and people he couldn't exactly understand; and this is where you come in—the object of ushijima's accidental affection, affection he hadn't realized he harbored for you until, after probably three years of tendou pointing out how strange his interest with you was—that was kind of on the level of him loving volleyball... it was like you casted a spell on him to not want anything or anyone else, but to do volleyball and... to see you everyday.
ushijima wakatoshi has a hard time understanding others' feelings, let alone his own. he struggles to show how he really feels about you, so he tries to be subtle and ultimately straight up asks the guys on the team about what it's like falling in love.
ushijima wakatoshi is catapulted into unfamiliar territory; what he understands of 'falling in love' is kind of like that feeling one gets when they receive a perfect spike, or pull off a kickass service ace, or feeling that burning passion that erupts in your chest when you finally realize that what may seem fruitless at first, if you dedicate enough time to it, will yield fresh, ripe fruits in no time—no matter how barren the land is.
ushijima wakatoshi is the barren land in this case; he's the clueless, hopelessly in love, yet unaware of it, loverboy that's so into you. it might be a little ridiculous to say that the super ace ushijima wakatoshi is a loverboy when he's not always that expressive—but if you only knew how much and how often you occupied his mind, you'd be convinced he was as dense as a boulder, because his feelings were so obvious... yet he never realizes it.
ushijima wakatoshi used to be able to only talk about one thing, and it was always volleyball—everything else was the about what the others wanted to talk about, but he never really felt engaged in those conversations... until they were about you. about how cool you were, how interesting of a person you were, and about how... "their eyes always look so full of wonder. it's like... you feel gravitated towards them." "...pretty sure that's just a you thing, wakatoshi." "that can't be right. well, anyway, i'm a bit concerned about the chest pain i've been feeling recently. whenever they come into mind, a sort of... strange feeling rises up my chest and lingers there, i don't know why, i haven't been lifting recently, but—" "wakatoshi, i'm your best friend so i'll just spell it out for you, you're in love, big fella."
ushijima wakatoshi feels the feeling surge up and rises to his cheeks. for the first time in ever... the shiratorizawa boys' volleyball team witnesses ushijima wakatoshi, their super ace, all flushed and embarrassed, red in the cheeks, because of how much he loved you and being confronted with the fact that he did, indeed, love you.
ushijima wakatoshi wanted to do something about these feelings, he didn't want to be burdened with eternal chest pain and a heat in his face that felt feverish, but in a good way, whenever he looked at you, heard you speak, or thought about or even dreamed about you. he wanted to make the first move... no matter how impossible that seemed for him to do.
ushijima wakatoshi no blocks could ever stop ushijima wakatoshi from spiking, nobody could ever stop this man when he was on a roll... except in terms of love, only you could stop ushijima from thinking straight and sending him in into tunnel vision, thinking about and focusing only on you.
ushijima wakatoshi blushes at the notion tendou encouraged him to go through with, clutching the bouquet he arranged on his own with flowers fresh from his family's garden, and with a lump in his throat he could never swallow down. "hey," he says in a low, rumbling voice. the thought of him being scary or intimidating never entered his head—all that he could think of was how adorably tinier and sweeter you seemed in comparison to him; making him love you all the more. he hands you the bouquet, maintaining eye contact with you as the feverish flush came back. "...you're beautiful." he mumbles, the red in his cheeks becoming more and more evident the longer he spent around you. he was whipped for you, he was smitten with you—ushijima wakatoshi wanted to let you know... "...and i love you."
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infrunamie · 8 months
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ARF ARF i have a ushijima ask bc im a sucker for this particular thing and u havent written for him yet </3
Imagine reader is like way shorter than ushi bc he’s just a mountain and you’re kinda following the sunshina x grumpy trope, but in bed it’s completely swapped. Reader is mean af and uses ushis size against him with a bit of degradation like “you’re so big and still getting fucked stupid by me? That’s so pathetic” etc etc please and thank you 🙏
Also could I be 🎧 anon please?
THIS IS MAKING ME LEVITATE TO THE SUN WHILE DOING CARTWHEELS AAAUAVABABABAJAJ
think abt it,
you probably got dragged to one of his games by your friends and his eye definitely caught you in the crowd, his heart faltering. the way you cheered from the bleachers, holding your poster with the type of smile that makes your eyes crease plastered on your radiant face.
you looked so cute.
oh lord, if he could've taken back those words he would've. the way you do a 360 in bed and is always a grand shock to the volleyball player. (but trust me, he is not complaining.)
he snapped back to reality with a few soft smacks to his face, "what did I say before, unshijima? eyes on me. you can't even follow simple directions, such a dumbslut." you click your tongue as you continue working his cock.
"s–sorry, it's fuck too much, stop edging me, master," he breaths out, arms folded above his head by the beautiful cherry red rope that contrasts his olive skin, which is adorned by hickeys and bite marks.
"excuse me?" you remove your hand from his shaft. "you..did you just give me an order?" you glared at him, questioning his audacity. your hands move to the rope on top of his chest and lift them up, high in the air. and let go, watching the way his boobs jiggle.
"n–never!" he cries from the impact. "'m sorry [name]" his breath hitched as his eyes became cloudy, "wow. and you're calling me by my name too?" he quickly realized his mistake opening his mouth to apologize but you were quicker, "do I look like I'm messing around ushijima? do I look like I won't punish you?" you hissed.
you shoved your two fingers in his mouth, he moaned around your finger, the vibrations and the feeling off his wet tongue making your cock leak a bit. "you like that, huh? big bad ushijima will suck anything that goes in his pathetic mouth." he vigorously nods around your fingers.
the craving brewing in his stomach for hours, from your merciless edging made his desire to cum insatiable. "ready? want my cock in your lewd ass?" you purr, you pull your saliva coated fingers from his mouth and rub them on his hole. "can't believe the super ace, king of volleyball is being threaded apart from such little teasing," you insert your fingers, his ass immediately sucking you in.
"what would your team think? your such a huge, scary monster in the court but in bed," you lean to whisper in his ear. "your just a disobedience little bitch who likes to be dominated."
"p—please! 'm sorry for being a bad boy," he croaks pushing back on your fingers, all your condescending words went straight to fan the flames of his ever growing arousal, "masters hands feel so g–good,"
"beg for it, baby."
"'m just bad boy for [name] who l-loves being fucked, mmph– just a dirty slut. masters big whore." he wails. tears are dripping from his chin, his chest heaving for breath. "I'm such a mess for you, please."
you chuckle removing your fingers from his entrance, "good boy, I'm proud of you baby, glad you know your place." you grab the base of your cock and align it with his contracting hole.
you swiftly sheath into him, feeling his slick coated walls embrace your length. his biceps strained in his ropes, his eyes going round.
without warning you clasped his weeping cock in your hold, tightly grabbing the base. his sturdy back arched as he thrashed in his ropes. "s' too much nngh—" he gasped, hands opening and closing.
"nah, you can take it baby. you love when I treat you like my pet." your thrusts became sloppy yet all the same powerful. "gonna cum soon baby." you sighed as you began tweaking his sensitive nipples. "please, master. l–let me cum. i can't hold it— please– i cant–"
"fine, cum." you deattached your hand from his cock, and he came so hard, body convulsing,
he passed out..
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you're amazing at aftercare, cleaning out his ass, wiping him down with a wet rag and putting ointment on so it doesn't hurt too badly tomorrow.
everyone at school is asking if ushijima fucks you well or not from the hickeys on your neck and all you can do is laugh and shake your head. "whatever are you talking about?"
back at ushijimas side, his practice... well, you could say he had some difficulty.
"don't judge a book by its cover."
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loveephia · 1 year
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my ushijima wakatoshi headcanons.
content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, from high school, to you two being married, timeskip.
⚠ warning/s: none.
note: here's a celebratory gift for @xeiilys because i made her an ushijima stan (she read my ushijima one-shot, and now she's head over heels). one scene is from my 100 followers special. enjoy!!! :p
kita ver.
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ushijima probably gives the warmest hugs ever.
when you're both asleep, you always cling to him for heat because the bedroom is terribly cold. unbeknownst to you, ushijima turned the ac down so that you could cuddle into his broad chest.
being the giant he is, he's very gentle when he touches you in great fear of hurting you. like when he cups your face with his calloused palms, or when he pulls you close for a backhug, or his feather-light kisses on your temple.
while hand-holding, he rubs the back of your hand with his thumb. when he sees that you're stressed, it's quite effective in calming you down.
because of his parents' separation, he was fearful of getting into this relationship at first.
but on one faithful day, where you two went to a strawberry farm to pick a bunch, he took one look at your adorably excited face, and he thinks that he'd love to see more of that expression for the upcoming years of his life.
he wonders what face you'd make on your wedding day together.
tanned ushiwaka. it's already quite canon, but y'know, doesn't hurt to say it every once in a while.
girls stare at him and think about how great it'd be to lock arms with his muscular ones, but they think that it'd be even greater if you weren't the one in their fantasized spot.
you have a sensitive heart, so it's very rare that ushijima would ever raise his voice at you. arguments with him might be stubborn, but he's never scared you away.
he probably calls you "love" most.
if you're afraid of loud noises, per say, fireworks, ushijima will cover your ears with his hands in an attempt to drown out the noise. the noises are muffled now.
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© lowercase intended | loveephia
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hoshigray · 9 months
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i’m not sure if you’re currently writing for ushijima but if you are/will, could u write something smutty about reader telling him that they have an oral fixation 🤞 (i haven’t really seen any of your works for ushijima so i’m quite curious about how you write him. love your toji works, btw! <3)
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Mouth on Body Experience
Oml you're my first HQ!! request, noonie! :00 Tbh with you, I never posted any of my HQ!! works because it was during a time when I was on and off with writing (not to mention it was chara x chara stuff bc I wasn't into x reader stuff back then), so this surprised me when I saw it in my inbox, lol. But I love Ushijima sm, like he's so cool and is definitely one of my top characters in the entire series!! Hope I did him justice in my writing since it's been so long, ty for this prompt! o(≧▽≦)o
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Also, s/o to my wonderful mootie, @cu7ie, for helping me out with this!! I hope your day is going swell and wish nothing but good vibes your way~~ ☆ mwah-mwah!!
Cw: Ushijima x reader - explicit content; minors DNI - oral (m! receiving)/blowjob + handjob; implied first time giving him a bj - teasing; biting/sucking on the body (reader exploring Ushi's body with their mouth) - humping + grinding - tiny overstimulation for Ushi - pet names (baby, love) - kissing/makeout session - minor ball worship - Ushi is a bit confused but supportive - will proofread later :P. Wc: 2.6k
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You peek through the door to the bedroom, taking the silence into account despite knowing someone is occupying the space. He prefers silence anyway, so it's no surprise that the television isn't even on. The only things that bring life into the room are the warm colors of the sunset painting the walls and your boyfriend sitting on the edge of his bed.
Having Wakatoshi Ushijima as your boyfriend is one of the many mysteries to the world and you. As many outside observers would think, being in a relationship with the guy has been quite a journey. Not to say that is a bad thing, though. If anything, it's been going rather well.
Going into the relationship knowing you'd be dating one of the world's Olympic powerhouse volleyball players was intimidating enough. Yet, it's a different story actually meeting and talking with him in person, his fierce aura adequate to suffocate you then and there. But as the days go by and things calm down, you two slowly but surely feel comfortable in each other's presence. You start acting like a couple and expressing your love naturally.
You knock on the door, waiting for his permission before proceeding inside. When you hear his voice call to you, you move past the entrance and enter his room.
On the edge of the bed sat Ushijima in his usual comfortable house wear comprising of a plain white tee and sweatpants. His eyes focused on the item in his hands, a book that his eyes diligently skimmed from page to page. His concentration doesn't hinder until he notices you walking up to him, his face lifted slightly to look at your figure entirely.
"Hey," you greet him, to which he returns with an incline of his head. "What're you reading?"
"It's the book you left here last night," his deep voice still has you hard to believe, but it's become a welcoming timbre in your everyday life and is now something you love to hear. "I saw the reviews on the back and it had me interested."
You lift a brow. "You read the reviews on the cover?"
He lifts a brow in return. "Are they meant to be ignored?"
The giggle is stifled, trying to exit your lips. So thorough. "No, no, you can read them. Most people will read because of a cover or if the writer is their favorite." Your boyfriend watches you sit beside him, leaning against his shoulder as he returns to his reading. I bet he's gonna read the author's notes at the end when he's done.
You chuckle at your own joke, but Ushijima doesn't pay any mind, just putting an arm around your waist to keep you close to him. The two of you relish in each other's company; the warm hues peeking through the window blinds cover your backs with an imperceptible blanket of warmth.
With the rise and fall of his shoulder, you bask in the sun's dying glow while your breathing syncs with the man next to you. This moment almost fills you with peace, embracing the domestic feel within this space between you and your boyfriend.
But, again, it almost does the job. Because you remember why you even came into his space in the first place and the butterflies in your stomach party to your dreadful dismay.
You peer up to look at Ushijima, who keeps reading until you call for his attention. "Hey, Toshi?" His olive eyes flicker to you when you use his nickname, and your heart skips a bit when he immediately shifts his engagement to you. "C-Can I kiss you?" You don't know why you stammered around your words; it was a simple request, nothing too extreme. It's not like you two have never kissed before, but the idea in your head makes it nerve-wracking.
The tall man displays no reaction outside of a slight lift of a brow, but no words are needed when he places the book down by his side and his hand rest on your soft cheek. Your eyes instinctively close when his face decreases the gap between you, and firm, smooth lips land on your plump own. Just when you would sink into his touch, he withdraws himself from you, leaving a tiny whimper to exit your mouth.
"Can..." Your hand finds its way to the big one on the side of your face, his thumb stroking your cheek's surface. "Can I have another?"
Again, he doesn't use his words, just inclining his head towards you to kiss you. It's a few seconds longer than the last before he removes himself again, only for you to grip his shirt to restrict him. "Another, please..." your voice dials to a whisper, and a soft moan is shared when his lips return to yours. He retires again. "Anoth—"
Before long, Ushijima shushes your pleas with kisses without further approval. His hands bring you closer to him, and — before you know it — he's now on his back to the bed with you straddling him. Large palms roam around your waist and hips while you kiss him back, slowly venturing further down with each hump of the hips to gently grasp your ass.
There's no point in restraining the moans that naturally flee out of your mouth. This is what you wanted; this is what you came to the room for.
Well, to be specific, it's leading to what you came here for.
Throughout this relationship, you have yet to disclose your oral fixation. Perhaps it's because being with a man like Ushijima still intimidates you to share your sexual interests with the man. Nonetheless, it's something you've been longing to share with him. There have been instances where it would sneak in through your intimate moments, yet you choose to stop yourself and not ruin the atmosphere with your boyfriend.
So you've resorted to relinquishing this craving with activities to keep you busy: the usually chewing gum, biting or sucking on your tongue, or chewing on your nails.
Regardless, today is the day you try to initiate this part of your being with Ushijima. You've been dying to have your mouth on his body for the longest time — especially with how attractive and well-built the man is has been driving you crazy.
It all excites you, enthralls you. However, you snap back to reality when you hear a hot groan from the man you're straddling, realizing you're still kissing him. To your horror, finding yourself sucking on his tongue, you quickly exit off the bed. Heavy pants from the two of you fill the bedroom, and your wide eyes look into his hooded dirty gold ones.
"I-I'm so sorry, Toshi!" You're quick to throw apologies his way. "I got a little ahead of myself!"
"Mmm. It's fine." He nonchalantly reassures you, wiping the spit on his lips with the back of his hand.
Yet, you continue to ramble on. "No, really, sorry about that! I got a little carried away. I was thinking too much..."
"Thinking about what?"
Oh shit.
Now why the hell would you put yourself out like that? "Huh?" You try to play dumb despite understanding it won't work on him.
Ushijima exhales through his nose before hoisting himself up from the bed. "It's pointless to back out of something when you're the one who's done it." His blunt words hit like knives to your figure, internally groaning as he stands up in front of you. "What's on your mind, Y/n?"
Oh fuck, I've done it now. There is no way out of this; you'll have to tell him what's been troubling you recently.
"I...I wanna—Okay. So, I have this thing with my mouth, right?" You can tell the expression on Ushijima's face doesn't coincide with the supportive nod. "It's like...It's a habit of mine where I use my mouth on stuff to stimulate myself?" At this point, you don't know what the fuck you're talking about. Just get this over with, me! I can't take it!!
"So, I've been thinking of...you know," your mind and gut are doing gymnastics, toying with your uncomfortableness to this entire situation. "I want to use my mouth...on your body...."
Olive brown brows furrow and you quickly sprout more nonsense. "Th-That's unless you're okay with it! If you don't think you're okay with it or you feel discomfort, then I won't be hurt in any way! It's totally up to you because I can just—"
"Y/n." Your rambles are muted by the use of your name, his brows still scrunched with an indistinct expression. "I'm not following: why would you want to use your mouth on my body?"
"Well, because," your face gets hot by the second: not just from you revealing your secret, but also your boyfriend asking questions. "I like your body, Toshi. Especially with how nice your physique is, I just kinda want to...play with it a little? Make you feel good..."
Ushijima's facial expression molds to a softer tone when you confess to him, and his eyes drift to the side as if he's searching for the right words to say. It makes you anxious with how in-depth he's taking this into heart, so you squeak when his goldish orbs return to you. "Is it something that I can help with?"
"Umm, yes, yeah!" Confirmation stammers out your lips. "I mean, as long as you're up for it."
He places his hands on your waist to bring you close to him. "I am."
He looks at you with hooded eyes, and the romantic tension from before fills the room. "Yeah?" Your voice winds down to a murmur.
"Yeah." His voice lowers as his head comes down to you, and your lips once again welcome the feel of his.
And with that, Ushijima finds himself back on the bed with you on top of him. You carry more confidence than previously as your kisses become more passionate and hot, teeth bumping into each other and you nibbling on his lip, resulting in abrupt groans.
Your hands venture down to the hem of his shirt, hesitantly raising it inch by inch. And Ushijima notices your desire for access, and a big hand engulfs yours and lifts the shirt to reveal his abdomen and pectorals.
Kisses from the mouth trail down to his neck and clavicle, and he tries to stop himself from moaning to your sweet touches. Your lips pepper all that's exposed to you, quick licks onto his pecs, and gentle bites on his nipples. It's evident now that the man is enjoying your actions, limiting the pleasure in his voice while his hands stick to your waist as his hips rock with yours.
Your hand sneaks down from his well-defined abs to his pelvis, fingers intruding under the band of his sweatpants and brushing against the soft material of his briefs that shield his now erect cock from your mere fingertips. Ushijima hums with his baritone voice, large palms dare calm down to your butt and knead the flesh, and you purr to his firm grasp.
"May I use my mouth?" It was a tiny suggestion, yet there was a distinct connotation. You haven't ever given your boyfriend a blowjob before, so this was new waters you were treading cautiously with. Nevertheless, he surprises you with a nod, egging you on to resume. A feeling of giddiness corrupts your senses, placing chaste kisses on his nipple down to his abs, and Ushijima has his hand on your head the further you go to his lower region.
You're now on your knees on the floor as you pull his sweatpants and underwear to his thighs, and the image of his erection springing out in front of your eyes has you practically drooling in anticipation. Every crevice, every dent, and every vein of his dick is mesmerizing to the eyes, and your curiosity gets the best of you when his body jerks at your hands grazing his balls. How vulgar.
"Hmmm, Y/n, love," he calls to you with whimpers — a rarity to hear but beautiful to the ears. "Go easy on me..."
And you just give him a lovely smile before you move a hand on his cock, stroking the length in a slow but firm motion. He jolts to your grasp, throwing his head back and sinking into the mattress as your palm slides up and down his limb. It gets worse for him when he feels your tongue flicks on his balls, sucking on his sack prompts moans of bliss to substitute the silence of the room.
The summer sun continues to descend, the waning heat losing its touch in the room. But the warm sensation of your mouth on his shaft has Ushijima's skin hot to the touch, his hands gripping the comforter beneath him. And he hisses when he senses the work of your tongue on the tip of his couch, lapping on the sensitive glands while simultaneously stroking him and massaging his sack.
Your cheeks go hollow when you take the head to your mouth, relaxing your jaw as you gradually suck all of him at your own pace. Your boyfriend has to bite on his lip and try to not buck his hips toward you. But it feels so fucking good when the velvety walls of your throat accommodate his girth and size; your wet muscle on the underside of his dick sends electric waves every time it brushes up and down from your bobbing gesture.
As for you, it feels like you're under an ecstatic spell as you work your way to the base of his cock with every suck. The cockhead hits the back of your throat at a delicious angle that you mewl on the member, eyes shut to fully enjoy the experience and commotion between your lips. Tears start to prickle, spit and drool coat his shaft, and your brain goes foggy when his musk blocks your nostrils. The throbbing sensation between your legs gets unbearable by the second, and you grind your thighs together to ease your lust.
Ushijima has done well trying to maintain his steel composure; however, no matter how he tries, he soon succumbs to the warm and pleasurable feeling of your throat when he thrusts into your oral cavity at a reasonable tempo, going faster and faster when the notion of his release crawls up within him.
"Haaaah, ahhhh—Mmmph!" Moans fly out from his mouth, no longer attempting to keep this from escaping. "Dove, I'm about to cum in your—Hnnngh!! Ahhh, shit, shit," and he grabs your head to keep you steady as he ruts into your throat. The orgasm hits the both of you, and a few deep strokes result in him shooting his load inside you, forcing you to drink all he gives you.
And you happily do so, waiting for his thighs to stop jerking as you take in every bit of his essence. Once he's done ejaculating, you slowly remove yourself from his sock, a soft pop evidence of you two no longer connected. You swallow and gulp any remainder of his load before climbing back onto the bed to lay beside Ushijima, who turns to his side to survey you thoroughly with half-lidded eyes.
You sigh with a smile. "Enjoyed yourself?"
While his hand caresses your cheek, he hums as his response. "Did you?"
"Yes, very much so. Thank you, Toshi." You start to feel drowsy as the room becomes dark, the warm colors of the sunset dulling as the moon sheds light.
"Of course, dove."
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toomanygoldfish · 3 months
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All the way up until you and your husband Ushijima were married, you had never worn any clothing, or took off any clothing that covered your hips in front of him. You told him it was because of modesty although he had never once made you feel like you had to explain it to him.
the true reason was you were embarrassed. You were embarrassed of the marks running from the tops of your hip bones down to the upper thigh. You were extremely embarrassed to admit to him the reason why you didn’t do anything like that. except when you told him he told you to come into the bathroom with him. He pulled his sweatpants down on the side to show you matching marks of his own. except of his there were little flowers drawn on them, making it out to look like a flowery vine. he hugged you.
the next day when getting out of the shower there was a small pen on the counter with a note attached to it
dear [name]
I’m sure you can turn what you perceive as the most ugly part of you, into one you perceive as wonderful. -Ushijima
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vilevvords · 2 years
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Next door neighbor Ushijima who, despite his 6 foot 4 glory, is like a ghost. No one has seen him move in, you just noticed the doorbell panel change one day and figured. Always out and about before you are and not yet back when you come home. You’ve been lucky to catch a glimpse of his broad back one day as he left, always hearing the older ladies living in the apartment complex talk about the handsome young man who just moved in.
Who, when you finally met, quite literally took your breath away when you bumped into him as you pushed open the door of the laundry room with your back because you were holding onto the laundry basket, quite sure you just ran into a concrete wall. Who apologized despite it not being his fault and offered to carry your basket, leaving you a flustered mess because the grannies were right.
Who’s apartment is so clean and neat it’s almost sterile, like straight out of a catalog. No cushions on his sofa, no candles on the coffee table, and it seems like he just bought some picture frames and never changed the default pictures, only looking for some color on the wall.
Who goes to the market regularly to buy fresh vegetables and chats with the elderly lady running the stand, asking for recommendations and exchanging recipes with her.
Who always extends his hand, signaling “after you” when you’re both on your way downstairs, letting you go first. Who lingers at the bottom of the stairs for a bit longer when you go up in front of him to bring some space in between you two to avoid making you uncomfortable.
Who always makes sure to greet you when you meet, mumbling “Good morning” in a kind of low grumble and with the corners of his mouth ever so slightly turned up that you feel your face heating up uncontrollably, an odd sense of warmth swarming in your chest.
Who, despite his stoic nature, never fails to pat the dog across the street on the head, no matter the rush he is in, smiling a rare smile so breathtaking when the big Labrador nudges his arm with the top of his head, demanding more pats. Who always makes sure to put dog treats on his shopping list, although he doesn’t own a dog himself.
Who never once misses calling his mother on Sundays, nodding and humming along to the same old “Are you eating well?”, “Remember to change to a warmer duvet” and “Bring an umbrella, I heard the weather is getting worse.”
Who thanks his roomba for the hard work when he comes back home after a long day of practice because he’s appreciative of the help, no matter if it can apprehend his gratitude or not.
From who’s balcony you can always hear the muffled sounds of a volleyball game playing on TV on one of his off-days, occasionally interrupted by a faint, mumbled cheer, because he’s a man of insatiable passion.
Who finds a weird sense of agitation sprouting in his chest when he doesn’t see your car parked in the driveway when he comes home because it’s odd. Who stays up a bit past his usual bedtime that day, lounging in front of the TV and straightening his back every so often to be able to catch a glimpse of the street, uneasiness fading once he sees your car pull up.
Next door neighbor Ushijima who is adorable in his own little glorious, matter-of-fact way. Who shows that he cares with his actions rather than his words because it comes so much easier to him. He owns my heart.
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justnnyx · 11 months
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just haikyuu boys being sappy
As your fingers caress his back, he shivers. Your touch is cold and yet, you're so warm.
You breathe his name into his chest, and he wonders how a single word could have such an impact on him. How a word from you could have him feeling so... loved.
He feels the soft press of your lips on his cheek, then his neck, then his collarbones, each kiss washing over him like a gentle wave.
You hold his hand in your arms, embracing him in your warmth.
With you comes the end of winter, and the arrival of spring. With you comes comfort and warm temperatures and flowers and birdsong. Your presence alone is enough to ease him.
He doesn't care if he's being cheesy. He doesn't care if his thoughts right now are embarrassing. It's just that your flushed face makes him feel so happy. So, so happy.
"I love you," he mutters in between gasps. "I love you."
KITA, akaashi, sakusa, ushijima (!!), aran, kageyama, kyotani (i will die on this hill.), daichi, KUROO, atsumu
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sucka4pain · 1 year
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𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘!❣︎
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haikyuu men with a thicc!s/o
Bokuto Koutarō, Aran Ojiro, Ushijima Wakatoshi, & Tsukishima Kei
Includes: Ass slapping, sloppy make outs, mentions of sex, sexual tensions, possessiveness, and dirty talk
Probably went a little overboard with Ushijima and Aran but can’t blame me🤭
Pronouns aren’t really mentioned
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!
Bokuto Koutarō
The PERFECT COUPLE!!
Nothing is better a couple who both have CAKE
He likes to play with your ass. LIKE DRUMS. Not THAT way…
He likes to slap it while you are laying on your stomach.
Even tells you to play with his😭
“Come on Y/n! It’s actually fun!!” “Kou, I’m not gonna mess around with your ass😑” “please?🥺” “…Fine”
Now he’s happy.
Okay but like when he FIRST slapped your ass, he was FLABBERGASTED!
Bro was shocked by the recoil on that thang
When you guys are fucking he ALWAYS has to do back shots first.
Him seeing your ass bounce back on his dick as he breaks your back just gives him heart eyes.
100% has his hands on your ass at ALL times!
Even when making out especially
If you two are out walking and you have on jeans, he has his hand in one of your back pockets.
Aran Ojiro
Ugh black KING😫
He’s an ass man it’s the truth
HE HITS IT FROM THE BACK EVERY TIME!🗣️
Your with your friends in a party and your twerking? He is RIGHT behind you catching it.
“Damn Babe, did your ass get fatter or what?🥴” “It’s the same as always babe😂” “Definitely hitting it from the back again tonight..” “Oh hell nah! You nearly broke my back last time!😭” “Baby that ain’t my fault you walking around with THAT behind you😍”
He is a SUCKERRRRRR for you in jeans
You know damn well he is gonna be staring
Always gives your ass a slap before going in a game or even practice
He does it to kinda embarrass you but he calls it his ‘Good luck charm’
Sloppy make out sessions on his bed with you on his lap. His hands placed on your ass, squeezing and rubbing the soft surface as your arms are wrapped around his neck. Pulling him closer into the kiss making it even messier.
“You wanna fuck?” “Aran No!!” CAN NOT have a make out session without you guys fucking afterwards.
Ushijima Wakatoshi
Lets be honest here
He stares with NO shame!
When walking together in public he’s always behind you
He doesn’t want anyone to stare at what’s his
Another one that was flabbergasted when he saw the recoil.
Short scenario:
You and your friends are having fun at a club. Ushijima and his team are chilling and talking. They hear cheers and look over to see you twerking on your friend, having a good ass time. NOW you at the time has TIGHT ass jeans. He blushed a little and his jaw dropped seeing how smooth and effortlessly you where doing it. You where barely moving and yet it was jiggling.
Hugs you from behind just to feel your ass rub against his crotch
As lewd as he thinks it is, he can’t help it
Don’t matter where or what time he is STARING!!
Your cooking and your back is facing towards him? He’s looking
You walk past him to leave and hang out with friends? He’s LOOKING (and tried to sneakily take a picture but fails cause his flash was on)
Even during practice he is staring!
“Wakatoshi quit staring at Y/n and focus on practice!!” Coach yelled and he nods going back to practice.
Tsukishima Kei
Ohohohoho lord…
Every second he gets, he’s slapping that ass
“Oh sorry Y/n, there was a bug on you~” “Mother fucker touch my ass again.” Guess what. He touches it.
Which resulted to him getting kicked where the sun don’t shine!
Looks like someone won’t be having kids!!
Jokes aside, he is VERY possessive
Gets mad at anyone and anything for looking.
Even if a kid just looks at you he’s gonna be like “What are you staring at?”
Like bro chill it’s a kid 💀
Loves to fuck you doggy style in front of a mirror and makes you watch.
“Look at that baby, you like getting pounded like this hm? Such a dirty little slut you are.”
2022 ©sᴜᴄᴋᴀ4ᴘᴀɪɴ — do not repost or translate my work. likes, reblogs, and comments are welcome!!
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shoulmate · 6 months
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Shame.
Regret.
Ushijima hates to feel.
Especially any emotion that makes him feel like he's less than the best.
It doesn't matter how many times Ushijima slams the ball into the ground...it doesn't replace these awful feelings in his chest. It doesn't erase the gut-churning sound of the bathroom door slamming.
Ushijima picks up another ball from the cart and holds it, not ready to serve as he stares down at the familiar and usually comforting material and feels like he could crush it. He wants to crush it. As if crushing the innocent, undeserving object could alleviate the pressure crushing his heart.
The sound of your crying as you hid.
From him.
He hadn't meant to yell. It's not something he does, has ever done and it's something he never wanted to do, most of all to you but it happened.
His mind tries to justify it. He was tired. He was drained. He was anxious.
But they're just excuses.
He lost is cool. He lost is composure. With you.
The only person he's ever smiled to see in his jersey.
The person he seeks comfort from when he feels too lost, too overwhelmed, too...anything.
You're the person he turns to when he feels at all and it's usually because you're the one who makes him feel things more than anyone else.
The one person who means more to him than everything and everyone else combined.
That's probably why he snapped.
Still not an excuse, though.
Taking a deep breath he brings his mind back to the edge of the court and tosses the ball up.
He can think clearly when his body's moving automatically, retracing the same movements it's done thousands of times over his life, and when this serve slams down on the opposite side of the court--that would have been a service ace--his feet land with surprising grace.
The path becomes a little clearer.
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You're sitting on the couch at home, knees pulled up tight to your chest. Phone muted.
Something plays on your laptop but you're not watching, not paying attention to whatever it is while ignoring the tab open to your emails and all the tasks you're leaving undone as the streaks down your cheeks periodically dry between tears.
The giant white and gold sweatshirt you're wearing is large enough that it covers all of you--folded legs included.
You feel guilty about the mix of snot and tears that have fallen onto it but it doesn't stop you from wearing it...especially when another fresh wave starts as Ushijima's angry voice rolls through your memory again.
"I can't stand it when you act like this!"
You shudder and bury your face in the fabric, gently rocking back-and-forth. You hear the door softly open but you don't look up.
There's a soft call of your name; the now-calm voice that matches the usually comforting smell of the sweatshirt. When you don't look up, don't look at him, there's a quiet screech as the coffee table is pulled across the floor away from the couch.
Strong arms wrap around you.
"I'm sorry."
His apology rumbles deep and thorough despite it's low volume.
You freeze up; he holds you more firmly from where he kneels on the floor in front of the couch.
"You already know that I'm not...good...with emotions..." he admits quietly. "But it's no excuse to have yelled at you."
When you don't respond he sighs "the thought of anyone hurting you...of anyone making you feel like you're less than the most wonderful person in the world, the way I see you...it makes me unreasonably angry. And...Well...That includes you.
"But it's wrong for me to have yelled at you." He cradles the back of your head like you're invaluable. "I don't understand what you're going through or how you can feel so badly about yourself...but it doesn't make it any less real. And even if I don't understand it, even if it doesn't make sense to me...I don't want you to feel this way." His voice cuts off with emotion.
He holds you just a little more tightly; it makes you take a trembling breath.
"I don't want to be your opponent....to make you feel worse. I want to help you...even if I don't know how," he says fervently. "We're on the same team."
In a husky whisper he repeats "I'm sorry."
Ushijima doesn't like...feelings...themselves.
Humility.
Empathy.
Gratitude.
He hates anything that makes him feel like he's anything other than the best.
But he understands, as your arms unfold and wrap around to hug him back just as tightly as he's hugging you
and you whisper "I forgive you,"
the only feeling that will ever matter is how much he loves you.
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Thank you @sakanoshitaa !!
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levisforgottentea · 1 year
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Dumb puppy Bokuto & Ushijima
I’m a firm believer that those two are puppy. I swear I can see them absolutely melt when you call them puppy or praise them.
Hips stuttering, cheeks flushed and ears burning red. Head thrown back while biting his lip.
Big puppies who tilt their heads when they don’t understand, sit on the floor, wrapped ‘round your legs.
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himbofan · 2 years
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shy shiratorizawa manager
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thank you lovely anon for this request!! sorry it took so long i got carried away lol
no beta read we die like daichi
cw: gn reader, manager reader, reader is shorter than ushijima, fluff
characters: most of shiratorizawa's starting lineup
word count: 1k
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Coach Washijou was intimidating in a manner disproportionate to his size, and simply put, he terrified you. He had already dealt with past managers only joining the team to flirt with team members, so he was even more tense than usual. It felt like every move was being watched and calculated to make sure you were adequate enough to manage the great Shiratorizawa volleyball team.
However, the coach was only one of the scary obstacles you had to face. The captain was another scary wall looming over you, despite him never saying anything to you besides ‘Thanks’ and ‘Hello’. The rest of the team was plenty intimidating as well, with most of them towering over you effortlessly. 
You made it a point to remain as stoic and professional as possible during practice to seem cool and calculating, never wanting to run the risk that you might be perceived as childish. Tendou often tried to poke at you with remarks and jokes, trying to lighten your serious demeanor. Although you appreciated his attempts, you simply smiled politely and continued on your way. 
“What’s their deal? Am I getting worse at jokes or something?” Tendou chuckled, leaning against the scoreboard casually. 
Leon took a swig of his water bottle before responding, “Nah I don’t think that’s it, they’re probably just shy, I mean we’re not the friendliest looking bunch.” his gaze trailed over to where you were hastily picking up volleyballs around the gym. 
Semi came up from behind Leon and slapped a hand on Tendou’s shoulder. “You’ll get a reaction soon enough, positive or otherwise.”
The redhead scoffed and shook his head, “What kind of encouragement is that..” 
Their conversation was cut short by the coach’s booming voice yelling your name. 
The boys watched curiously as you scurried quickly across the gym to the small man. “Yes, sir?”
“I have some paperwork I need to finish so I’ll be in my office, just start cleaning up if I don’t come back by the end of practice.” he stated gruffly as he rose from the bench. 
You bowed as he turned towards the door and made his way out, silently relieved that you would get a break from his stern gaze. The team was instructed to practice serves for the rest of the day by the other coaches.
You took a deep sigh and closed your eyes. It was as if a hot spotlight that had been searing you for the whole day suddenly turned off. 
The team practiced their serves in two groups, taking turns due to the sheer number of members. You passed out water bottles to the group currently taking a break, which included the starting lineup players. 
Tendou spotted his window of opportunity, sauntering over to you with a pun brewing in his head. 
“(l/n)!”
You turned to see the middle blocker jogging over to you with a grin on his face. Subtly straightening your back to look more professional, you responded “Yes? Did you need something?” 
Tendou shook his head, “Nah, just wanted to chat.”
Your eyes widened in surprise, “Oh, um okay.”
He chuckled at your shy demeanor, “Anyway, I have a joke for you; when did the-”
He failed to finish his sentence before being slammed in the back of the head with a stray serve, leaving Tendou bent over in pain with his hands on his head.
A terrified looking first year stood trembling on the other side of the court while his friends were trying to hold back from cackling.
Tendou snapped up with a hand covering the back of his head, violently turning around to see who the culprit was. “Oi! Whoever did that is gonna pay!” he snapped.
You stood bewildered for a second before bursting out into uncontrollable laughter, hands moving to cover your mouth as you doubled over. 
The third year turned back to you with a surprised look on his face, bewitched by your full smile and laughter. In fact, the whole team
You noticed he was staring and quickly started panicking, “I’m so so sorry for laughing, it just surprised me and-” 
He cut you off, waving his hand with a smile, “No no it’s fine I’m not upset at you at all! But I can’t lie, that made me totally forget the joke.”
You giggled, and Tendou swore his heart skipped a beat when he saw your smile.
The rest of the team began to clamor around the redhead, making sure he was fine before continuing practice. 
“Damn, our manager actually has emotions.” Semi stated with his eyebrows raised. 
Leon lightly elbowed him in the ribs, “Don’t be rude, I told you they’re just shy.”
They looked over to see you handing a water bottle to Goshiki with a warm smile while he sputtered out “thank you” with a reddened face.
Shirabu rolled his eyes and crossed his arms at the first year’s reaction, “I don’t see why it’s such a big deal.”
Tendou smirked, “Yeah right, I saw your water bottle totally miss your mouth ‘cause you were staring so hard.”
The setter was unable to retort, the tips of his ears growing red at the middle blocker’s observation.
Meanwhile on the other side of the gym, you were finishing passing out water bottles to the team, ending with the captain. Handing off the drink to the intimidating ace, you immediately turned to leave before being interrupted by a call of your name. “(l/n).”
You turned with wide eyes, “Yes?”
Ushijima looked down at you with piercing hazel eyes as he spoke in a slightly (like, extremely subtly) softer tone. “You look good when you’re smiling.”
You felt heat growing across your face as you desperately tried to find a response, while the tall boy simply walked away. 
From then on, you allowed your smile to slip out a little more around the team. Tendou was very appreciative of your newfound expressiveness, trying to make you laugh all the time to see that pretty smile. Everyone already liked you but now they love you, their precious manager. <3
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