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Lord Ushijima Wakatoshi [1]

I tried to do one part... but this got too long. I feel like this is the smuttiest of all Lord series (tell me otherwise - let me know which one you think is the smuttiest lol). If you’re new, welcome to my Lord Haikyuu fandom, I have completed Lord series for Sakusa, Suna, Kita, and the Miya twins, check them out too!

Warning: explicit smut; angst; TW: miscarriage; reader is inexperience

Part two - end

Wakatoshi thrust hard one final time before he withdrew and fisted his cock, he groaned as his cum shot thick white spurts all over Y/n’s belly and breasts.

Her eyes shut as her pussy spasm even after his withdrawal, the overstimulating effect he often left her in. Her chest rose with heavy breath as her legs that were pinned to her chest were finally freed from his grip. Y/n didn’t need to open her eyes to hear he was grabbing a towel, as always, he cleaned her up afterward.

Y/n opened her eyes and reached her hand out, indicating for him to give her the towel so she could clean herself up. He ignored her reach and began wiping his essence away.

She didn’t quite understand why he preferred to ejaculate on her, only to wipe it away. Not that she wanted him to cum while he was inside of her.

She lay there with an arm over her eyes while he wiped her down, even between her legs. The first time he did this, she panicked and nearly fought him until he ordered her to remain still with his stern Captain tone.

“We have a mission coming in two days, I need you to prepare – “

“I know, I know…” Y/n cut him off, even though he repeated the same thing every time they had a mission together. Somedays she wondered if she was more his assistant than his second in command.

She rolled over as soon as he set the towel back in the basin, that was her usual cue to leave. She grabbed her yukata and was about to slip it on when she was suddenly on her back once again.

“Who said I was done?”

Y/n’s eyes widened briefly before she quickly blinked them away. Lately, Wakatoshi has been keeping her in his chamber longer than before, not satisfied until he’s had his way with her.

“I’m – I’m sore,” Y/n murmured, cheeks flushing.

Y/n didn’t know the true meaning of soreness until her first night with her Captain. She has gone through the exact training and exercise the rest of her team has endured to earn their current position regardless of her gender and never once has she uttered a complaint, even in the face of soreness.

She knew she was inexperienced and lacked education about sharing a man’s bed since she was essentially raised a boy by her grandfather and spent most of her time in the company of men.

Since the day she rose to second in command, there was never a mission she was not by her captain’s side but the one time that she was assigned to a different mission that he only trusted her to handle… he returned in a state of discomfort.

“What happened to him?” Y/n demanded, being blocked at Captain’s doorway by Shirabu and Ohira.

Reon avoided Y/n’s eyes, “he… uh – there… he’ll be fine in a couple of… hours. Or days.”

She narrowed her eyes at him before looking at Kenjiro, she knew he would tell her, he was the closest to her on the team. “Tell me Jiro – what’s wrong with Cap?”

Kenjiro looked uncomfortable under her strict gaze before sighing, “he was exposed to some unknown powder during this mission…”

Y/n’s eyes widened, and she made a move to brush past them and see for herself how the captain’s well-being was but they blocked her once more. “Move,” she demanded sternly, never once speaking to them with that tone.

Reon raised his hands in a defense mechanism, “listen, Y/n… you can’t see him right now… for his dignity… and maybe your safety.”

They were speaking in a circle and it was making Y/n frustrated.

“Yes, it is best if you don’t see him within the next… maybe a few days…” Kenjiro added, trying to avoid eye contact.

“If you guys do not get to the point and tell me exactly what is wrong with Cap, I will put you both down.”

Both men’s breath hitched as they straightened their shoulders in reflex. Kenjiro looked at Reon before he nodded. Kenjiro, the team’s medic expert exhaled before speaking, “we believe the unknown drug is a form of an aphrodisiac.” He paused, “since discovering this, Cap… Cap is in pain.”

“Are there no medicine or herbs to help?”

Kenjiro shook his head, “no, it will flush out of his system in time or… with assistance.”

“What kind of assistance?”

“Sexual… he is in a state of sexual desire… that is the only other way to help him is to meet his sexual desires.”

At that exact moment, all three of them jumped when they heard a crash coming within the Captain’s chamber. Both Kenjiro and Reon entered his room finding their captain on the floor naked.

Y/n has seen Wakatoshi topless many times due to tending his wounds but never has she seen him completely naked.

Wakatoshi turned his head, looking at Y/n with hooded dark eyes. “Y/n…” he groaned, a hand reaching out to her. “I need you…”

Kenjiro and Reon struggled to get him back on his feet, dragging him back to his futon.

“Y/n, you should leave – your presence might make it more difficult for –“ Kenjiro is knocked on his feet when Wakatoshi pushes him aside, trying to stand and make his way towards Y/n. “Y/n, leave!”

Reon interfered and wrapped his strong arms around Wakatoshi, “Wakatoshi, you are not in your right mind right now – please go back to the futon!” He was close to pulling the man with the same body size as his back to the futon until Wakatoshi maneuvered, shoving him off– making him fall right on top of Kenjiro, and knocking the wind out of him.

“Jiro!” Y/n ran towards the two but was caught by Wakatoshi in a bear hug. “Cap – get a hold of yourself!” She tried to pull herself free but it was futile when he held on to her tightly. His nose pressed against her exposed collarbone before she felt his hot tongue lick along her neck.

Looking at an unconscious Kenjiro and Reon who is trying to wake him up, a hand grips her jaw forcing her to look into the dark eyes of her captain.

“Only look at me, Y/n.” He growled, before pressing his lips against hers.

Y/n moaned into his mouth before breaking the kiss. “Reon, take Jiro and leave! I’ll handle Wakatoshi from here.” Reon refused, shaking his head but before he could protest, Y/n commanded him. “Go, now!”

Reon lifted the lanky Kenjiro into his arms and tossed him over his shoulder before hurrying out, closing the door behind him.

Immediately, she pushed against him with her might until he let her go. “Wakatoshi… this isn’t like you.” Her captain, whom she had known for years stalked her like she was his prey.

Jiro’s words earlier echo in her ears, meet his sexual desires…

Letting out a frustrated breath, she began to untie her uniform. Each piece of clothing dropped on the ground by her feet until she stood before him naked. She had some knowledge about intimacy between a man and a woman and heard plenty of tips from the men on her team.

She just needed to trick him, get him on the bed so she could knock him out.

Wakatoshi approached her, he looked taller and bigger without his clothing.

Was his shoulders always this broad? She found herself lost in admiration.

“Y/n,” he murmured, reaching to lift her chin so their gaze could meet. “You’re so…” his eyes drop to appreciate her naked form, “beautiful.” His arm snaked around her waist, pressing her against him.

Y/n gasped, feeling the hard ripples of his body pressed against her but what caught her off guard was his cock she has been avoiding was pressing against her abdominal. She pressed her palms against his chest to put space but Wakatoshi was faster, his hands picked her up easily off the ground. Her arms wrapped around his shoulder and legs around his torso. She can feel his rough callus hands supporting her naked bottom.

“Kiss me, Y/n… please…”

He held her higher, making her look down at him. Her cheeks flushed as he gazed at her desperately, pleadingly for her to put him out of his misery. Leaning down, she pressed her mouth against him, meeting his kiss hungrily.

She has kissed one other man but has never kissed them as intensely as now. She couldn’t recognize the lewd moans that were coming from her mouth continuing to meet Wakatoshi’s movement.

“Wai – wait Captain – “ she broke off the kiss, and flinched when she heard him growl in disappointment. His lips move to her jaw, nipping down to her throat. She looked over at the futon to see if she could get him to lie down, then maybe she could take the opportunity and knock him unconscious.

“I need you,” Wakatoshi murmured against her throat. “Need you now, Y/n… please…”

She gently lifted his face, meeting his dilated pupils with her gaze. Her heart raced faster than ever before. Throughout her entire life, she has never been swayed by anything yet at this moment, her heart and mind wanted to give in. She felt an undeniable yearning to yield, to grant him what he sought. “O – okay,” she heard herself say, “just once…” Her heart skipped a beat when his pouty lips curved into a smile, “don’t – don’t make me regret it…”

Wakatoshi muttered something under his breath before moving. Y/n turned her head to see where he was carrying her and frowned when he walked straight to the dresser and set her slightly on the edge. He pulled away and her eyes locked with his thick hard cock that was leaking from the tip. Her belly was smeared of the white milky essence.

Any words she had was lost as she watched him stroke his cock, her jaw dropped unknowingly as she has never seen something so exotic before.

He stepped forward, pressing the tip to her pussy, bit by bit he pushed forward and groaned, “relax for me.”

The tip impaled her entrance, making her tense at the foreign intrusion. “I can’t…” Y/n shook her head, whimpering, “I’ve never done this before… this is weird…”

“Look at me,” she looked up, the tone demanding her as her Captain.

Wakatoshi pressed his lips to hers, his tongue immediately searching to tangle with hers. As soon as she was distracted, he thrust in one go, fully embedded inside of her pussy.

He wrapped an arm around her back to keep her from pushing away from him. He cooed soothing words kissing her mouth as she swore at him about hurting her.

“You’re okay,” he repeated, kissing her tears away. “You can do this, you can take me, Y/n… I know you can otherwise I wouldn’t need you…”

Her fist gently beat against his shoulders, “you’re too… you’re too big…”

Wakatoshi half chuckled and choked a groan as her hot walls throb around his cock. He slowly began moving his hip in shallow thrusts until her wetness has lubricated his cock. As soon as it became easier for his entire length to penetrate her fully, his thrusts fastened. He groaned, pressing his forehead against hers, “you’re too tight… fuck I love it though… you feel so good…” Her soft whimpers gradually turned into moans as he continued to coo assuring affirmation. “You’re doing good… so good… you’re so good for me.” He hooked one of her legs over his arm, widening her legs to accommodate when he thrust inside her again. “You’re taking me so well…”

Y/n followed his gaze and looked down and was mesmerized at his cock pump into her pussy. How is it that seconds ago it was pain she felt, but now it is pleasure? “Cap – “

“My name.”

She peered up at him, biting down on her lip to hold in her lewd moans she never knew she could make.

“My name, Y/n.” He commanded again with a soft tone, “say my name.”

She shook her head, it felt too intimate saying his name while his cock was buried deep inside of her.

He shook his head with a grin, “stubborn woman.” He hooked his other arm underneath her knee, lifting her completely off the dresser. “Wrap your arms around my neck.”

She followed his command and immediately regretted it when he easily lifted her hips and began thrusting into her at the same time. Y/n’s grip tightened around his neck being at his mercy. “Cap – “

“Say my name!” Wakatoshi growled, nipping her ear. When she still refused, he sped his movement along with bouncing her harder on his cock.

“My Lord!”

Wakatoshi's movement halted as he unexpectedly heard her address him in that term. “Ahh… fuck…” he cursed as his cock pulsated. “Y/n… you little tease…” he whispered hotly into her ear. He just came but he was not close to being satisfied.

Y/n’s eyes widen as she quickly leaned back to look at him when he continue to keep rocking her on his cock. “What –“ The rest of her words turned into a moan as he started to bounce her on his cock. “Wait – you just – “

His hot breath teased her ear as he nipped the lobe, “more Y/n… I need more…”

“Wa – Waka – Toshi! Wait – you’re going too – fast!” Her ears were tuning in the lewd sound of their skin slapping together. “’Toshi! Stop – I feel – I feel weird!” Each time his cock filled her for a split second, it sends a pulse to the place she never knew existed. Her lower belly quivered like she was going to explode any second.

“Let go, Y/n – cum for me…” he whispered and commanded, “cum on my cock.”

Her back arched, her toes curled and her head thrown back as her body trembled. Her pussy throbbed and constricted around his cock. Wakatoshi's low groan mixed with hers as he finally stopped thrusting into her.

Her eyes widen feeling something warm shoot inside of her for the second time. Y/n fell limp against him, her head resting against the crook of his neck and shoulder as the last ounce of strength she had depleted.

Wakatoshi was lost in his world, still coming down from his high. His cock was still hard, the drug had not completely worn off even after such intense sex. “Y/n?” he called her name. When she did not respond he lifted her enough to slip his cock out. He heard something spill and glanced down to see a pool of milky essence.

He could feel her steady breath fanning his neck and secure his grip around her bottom, carrying her gently to the futon.

“Just stay.”

Y/n blinked, breaking out of the memories of how their rendezvous had commenced. “No, I want to sleep in my chamber.” She quickly got up but he caught her wrist, gazing at her with a soft expression that she had seen recently and making her heart race.

“Are you okay?” His tone filled with worry. “Shall I escort you back to your chamber?”

She shook her head, brushing his hand off, “I am okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She hurried before he could convince her to stay. Each time, it was becoming a challenge to say no to him.

[5 days later]

It has been a few hours since Y/n finally woke up from days of deep slumber.

All she could recollect from the mission was that they were ambushed. Before heading out, she had an eerie and unsettling feeling about the mission that she had never felt before. Half a day into their mission something did not feel right when her six senses noticed the quietness around them.

Whatever had happened has been blocked out of her memories.

It was evident of her substantial injuries, her right shoulder was bandaged from an arrow piercing, and a stab wound in her left thigh.

Those were expected injuries, however, the one she did not expect and was still wrapping her head around even after the doctor had left her chambers was that she had miscarried.

She was pregnant.

Since the doctor left, her hand had been resting on her abdomen, where her unborn baby is no longer living.

She was foolish to disregard the risk of pregnancy after many nights spent in her captain's bed. He had been careful to withdraw and ejaculate on her body. Y/n was oblivious to the idea that she could still conceive otherwise. Looking back, she must have conceived from her first night with him. It would be likely that she might have been pregnant prior to them making their intimate meetups a routine. She recalled the peculiar feeling of him cumming continuously inside of her the first night and it was that moment when she was lost in her bliss and pleasure she neglected to take any precautions.

The doctor determined the miscarriage was likely caused by the excessive blood loss she suffered. Her wounds themselves had put her body in shock and if the doctor calculated correctly, Y/n was more than three months along in the pregnancy. “You were still in the risky stages of pregnancy, it is nothing to dwell on as most women face this risk altogether.”

Her hand pressed against her flat belly, recollecting a few days prior when she noticed the slight weight gain but did not put too much thought into it.

“Captain went berserk.” Shirabu quietly informed, “you may not know but after everything, we believe that the ambush was to take you out first and then everyone else. Every one of them targeted you while you were trying to keep Captain safe.”

Y/n pondered, confused as to why she would have been the target but it would make sense strategically if enemies cannot get to the main target, then take out their protector first.

“My guess is that if they took you out first, it would be easier to take out the rest of us.” Shirabu stood up, “but please rest, for the time being, you are ordered to rest. Captain has ordered a checklist for the doctor to sign off before you’re allowed to return.” He kept it to himself, but he was sure the Captain would not let her return to active duty. He knew that Ushijima Wakatoshi would never allow her to lift her sword or wear her uniform after this mission.

“Shirabu,” Y/n called his name quietly, “does he – does he know about –“

Shirabu reached for her hand and squeezed it, “yes, he knows but only a few of us, including me and Reon. Do not fret, no one else won’t know.”

After he left her to rest, Y/n stared out the window and she didn’t notice the tears that slipped from the corner of her eyes.

Wakatoshi needed a moment to absorb Y/n’s report. His breath caught in his throat when the doctor reported to him her injuries and informed him additionally, the news of her miscarriage.

“This is precisely why some argue against women serving in the Shiratorizawa Scout regime,” he lamented, shaking his head in disappointment. “This incident alone could potentially lead to her removal as second in command once the report makes it up to the leadership and shame the regime altogether.” Closing his briefcase, he remarked, “the loss of the child has placed a significant mental burden on her. I do not believe she was aware that she was pregnant.” He pushed his specs upward, “even if she isn’t removed from the squad, it’s uncertain whether she’ll fully recover.”

The doctor remained entirely unaware of the identity of the person he was addressing, oblivious to the fact that Ushijima Wakatoshi was, in fact, the father of the unborn child.

Wakatoshi loomed over the diminutive doctor, whose expression swiftly transformed into one of fear. “You will not breathe a word of this outside these walls, do you comprehend?” Wakatoshi cautioned.

The doctor nodded, responding barely audible as he muttered, “un – understood.”

After dismissing him, Wakatoshi sat in his chair in deep thought. Had Y/n really not known she was pregnant all this time? And when did it happen? He had been careful to pull out every time even if he wanted nothing more than to cum inside of her…

“Argh,” he groaned, burying his face into his hands. If Y/n was pregnant, it meant that it must have been from the first time. Memories came flooding back as he remembers the exhilarating feeling when he would watch his cum ooze out every time he thrust back into her. His cock was still hard as a rock even after so many rounds. Y/n would whimper, crying out that she was too full of his cum and he would fuck his cum back into her until they were both sticky with their mixed essence.

“This is all my fault,” he muttered, fingers fisting his hair tightly. She was in this predicament because of him.

Wakatoshi shook his head to shake off the memories, it was not the time to think about the past. He shot up from his seat and headed towards Y/n’s room.

Entering her room with a hushed step, he discovered her seated by the window, her expression devoid of emotion. It was a welcome sight compared to finding her asleep every time he visited.

His gaze shifted to the untouched tray of food and he let out a sigh, remarking gently, “you’ve hardly touched your meal.”

As soon as their eyes met, Wakatoshi swiftly approached her, kneeling by her side and enveloping her in his arms, cradling her delicate form. Aside from tangling their limbs in bed, outside of that, they refrained from touching one another. He whispered softly, his voice filled with concern, “please, tell me. What do you want? What can I do to bring the light back into your eyes?” His words were muffled as he buried his face into her lap, seeking to comfort her.

After a brief pause, he raised his head and gazed into her vacant eyes. Even while kneeling, he remained taller than her as she occupied the chair. Tenderly, he cradled her cheek and gently urged, “Y/n, please, speak to me.”

She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his torso, burying her face into his chest.

His embrace grew tender as he enveloped her, holding her tightly. A hitch in his breath accompanied her trembling form and muffled sobs against his yukata.

All he could offer was a tighter grip, a comforting presence in her time of need.

[2 weeks later]

Reon and Kenjiro did not dare breathe as Wakatoshi was a ticking bomb.

Many often found him intimidating, though he was truly a gentle giant.

But in this particular moment, gentleness was nowhere to be found.

Their gaze fixated on the slightly crumpled piece of paper clutched tightly in their Captain’s hand. It was almost certain that this was the official report regarding Y/n’s release from duty. The entire team had just been informed of her release and had come to inquire more information about it from their Captain, only to discover that he was the last to be informed.

Wakatoshi let out a low exhale, his focus still zoned out as he recollected his and Y/n’s last conversation.

“They will remove me.” Y/n said to Wakatoshi, “promise me you’ll pick Reon to replace me.”

Wakatoshi brought their foreheads together, “you’re not getting replaced, I’ll make sure your report only lists your injuries, nothing more.” He was willing to do anything to keep her by his side. He locked eyes with her, gazing into hers. “You are not alone.” His hand tightened behind her nape, “it was my child too, Y/n.” His statement must have caught her off guard as she flinched. “I may not know the pain you’re feeling, the suffering and the grieving but know this Y/n, I am in pain too. I’m suffering too. And I’m grieving for our child too.” His features softened, and he leaned up to kiss her forehead. “I’ll take all responsibility, I am at fault.” Wakatoshi sighed softly, he cupped her face with both hands, “Y/n, if you can give me six months, I will step down as Captain and we can settle down anywhere you would like.”

Y/n frowned and pulled away from his touch. “No, you shouldn’t do that.”

Wakatoshi frowned in return, “why not?”

“You do not need to do that for me, please don’t do that for me.” She pulls away from him completely, standing up and walking away. “It was not your fault at all, Cap. It wasn’t like you forced me, I allowed myself to get involved with you.”

“And it was my carelessness that made you pregnant, therefore, my responsibility.”

“And I am telling you that you do not need to take responsibility for it.” She shot back, “I am tired, please leave me alone.”

Wakatoshi left without uttering another word, and that marked the final exchange and encounter between them. The next day, he was promptly dispatched on a mission, keeping him away for half a week. Upon his return, exhaustion overcame him, and he slumbered for a continuous sixteen hours. When he finally awoke and sought out Y/n, her room was void of any presence. He initially assumed she might have been on break or he had approached at an inopportune moment, only to find her room empty upon his return each subsequent day.

“Captain,” Reon called out quietly, “what…”

“I don’t know, but I will find out,” Wakatoshi promised, exiting his office. He marched straight into his leader’s office without notice and slammed the letter on the desk. “What is this?” his voice is low and quiet.

The individual whom Wakatoshi regarded as a father figure let out a sigh and removed his glasses, setting the stage for a silent and intense gaze-lock between them. “It is exactly what it means, Wakatoshi.” He sighed, lighting up a cigarette, “I did the best I could to have her be discharged instead of dismissed. You know something like that could not have been swept under the rug.” He exhaled a puff of smoke and the frustration he had been carrying on his shoulder. “Y/n is one of a kind and she has shown nothing but loyalty and commitment to the regime. She will be a great loss to us but you both knew the bylaws.” He eyed Wakatoshi, “if it was anyone, you both would have been dismissed with dishonor but because you both are highly valued, I could only save you.”

“Tell me,” Wakatoshi began, his voice cold, “where in the bylaws states that a relationship cannot be established between a man and a woman?”

“That is the thing, you were comrades, you made the mistake and treated her like a woman.” He shook his head, “look, Waka – we are men and we have our needs but you should have found someone else, not someone who is your second-in-command.” He killed his cigarette and released the last puff of smoke.

Wakatoshi’s face hardened, “what happened and what was shared between Y/n and I is no one’s business when there are no laws that state that a man and a woman on the same Corp cannot seek a romantic relationship.” His body towered over his leader, making him slightly cower. “I’d like to see where that is written.”

“It – it may not be written but it’s definitely frowned upon.” He did not understand why Wakatoshi was making a big deal out of it. “Do you feel for this woman, Ushijima?”

“I owe you no explanation, I will be clearing my office and you will see and accept my immediate resignation letter by the end of the night.” Wakatoshi was out the door before his leader could utter a word, still processing his words.

Y/n gazed at her old and long-abandoned family home, realizing it had been over 20 years since she had last set foot inside. Pushing the gates open, she entered the property and took stock of the work that awaited her to bring it back to its former glory.

The basket in her hand has become slightly heavy filled with vegetables and meat as she shopped. Y/n stared across the market at the textile store, seeing various kimonos on display.

For years, she wore custom uniforms seven days a week, which left her with little need to have kimonos or yukatas, aside from the ones she wore to bed. The few she owned, she had brought with her, but they were all in black. As she examined the yellow kimono with white floral prints, Y/n found herself strangely drawn to it.

“I thought it was you, Y/n.”

Y/n looked up, her eyes widening as a smile graced her lips. “Chigaya Maru.”

She lost count of how many years it had been since she last saw him, from a little boy to a grown adult. His shoulders were broad and well-built, and she couldn’t help but believe that he had likely assumed the mantle of their family’s longstanding sword-smithing business.

“My mom would be so thrilled to hear you have finally returned home.” His expression softened as he smiled, “we’ve all missed you.”

Maru walked beside Y/n in silence as they made their way back to her house. “Come by the shop tomorrow, I’ll show you the pieces I’ve made.”

They made it to the front gates, “sounds good, I’ll swing by soon. Have a good night, Maru.” She entered the gates, closing them behind her. She waited until she heard Maru’s footsteps fade before entering her home.

Her home still required cleaning and some additional repairs, but it was now habitable, and being in this familiar setting brought her a comforting sense of reassurance.

She laid down on the new futon she purchased and rolled over towards the window. For the first time in her life, she felt so alone.

It hadn’t occurred to her that her team may have been strangers at one point, but they all became brothers to her and became a family to her.

The captain’s face entered her thoughts, and she tightly shut her eyes, feeling the pain in her heart intensify, the ache of missing him becoming almost unbearable. Did he know of her absence by now?

In such a short amount of time that they were intimately involved, she would have never imagined how challenging it would be now to walk away from someone when they made you feel… loved and wanted. And made you feel like a woman.

Her hand slipped down and in between her legs as the place in between her legs ached.

Ushijima Wakatoshi made her addicted to his touch.

Her fingers slipped in between her yukata as she pressed the aching nub before sliding the pad of her fingers along her slit like how he always did it.

Y/n rolled onto her back and widened her legs, her finger teased her clit, rubbing it in circles. A lewd whimper escaped her lips the moment her finger slipped past her folds. “’Toshi…”

Her fingers were nothing compared to his but she tried to mimic his movements.

She let her mind imagine that they were his, that he was there in between her legs and fingering her with not one, or two but three of his thick fingers, curling them each time they were knuckle deep.

Her other hand caresses her chest until she finds her perky nipple, twisting and tugging it.

Wakatoshi never spared her nipples, always suckling them like how she had seen a mother breastfeed her baby. She had never seen a woman nurse a baby before and couldn’t help but be reminded when Wakatoshi’s lips found hers and suckled hard.

The naive Y/n had thought with the way he was suckling, milk would come out. “Toshi… you’re sucking too hard… I don’t have milk for you.” She blurted out.

He lifted his head, caught off guard by her comment. “Of course, you wouldn’t have milk, you aren’t lactating.” He chuckled at the confused expression, “you are not pregnant, you do not need to fret about lactating.”

“But you keep sucking like…” she blushed, turning her face away.

Wakatoshi gently gripped her chin and turned her face so they were looking at one another, “like what?”

“Like a… baby.”

“Like this?” he takes her nipple back into his mouth and suckles hard. “Do you like it when I do that?”

She nodded her head, “yes… I do.”

Y/n’s fingers easily thrust in and out of her pussy with how wet she has become. “Toshi…” she repeated, calling his name as her fingers fastened until her orgasm erupted. Her hot gummy walls squeezed and trembled around her fingers.

She looks down, seeing her legs spread wide and fingers still inside her pussy. She had never touched herself before yet, here she is, pleasuring herself the way Wakatoshi did. Her head falls back onto her pillow as she imagined how he would have cum all over her abdomen, his groan each time spurts ejaculated from the tip of his thick cock. She remembered the first time he had done so, he smeared it over her skin like it was lotion.

Y/n spread her palm over her abdomen, rubbing it like Wakatoshi had always done so. Her hand paused as she thought about her child who was no longer growing within her.

She found it amusing how overnight, she could change from a woman who would not hesitate to kill on sight to a woman who grieved for the child she did not know. She never knew the latter woman even existed in her. In an instant, she no longer wanted to be part of the Corp, the almost maternal instinct within her took over and the new her wanted nothing to do with that lifestyle no more. It was best she left the Corp and returned home to settle quietly and start a new life.

[Five months later]

A towel pressed along her forehead, dabbing the sweat she wasn’t even aware of. Maru smiled softly down at her, “don’t strain yourself, Y/n.”

Y/n returned the smile and nodded, “don’t worry, I’m not.” She continued to sharpen the katana.

She was blessed with a job with the Chigaya. They were in need of a sword sharpener and that was a specialty Y/n possessed. The business sales increased drastically within days as many sought to have their sword refined.

“It is a mixture of pressure and light-handed when sharpening,” Y/n informed, showing Maru one afternoon. “You must use the right amount of water along with the pressure to stay consistent and prevent any damage to the sword.”

Maru’s father walks in, carrying a sword carefully in his arms. He set it on a stand, “here is another drop-off.” He sighed, his eyes filled with gratitude as he looked at Y/n. For generations, the family business thrived, but since Y/n had joined the team and taken on the role that had remained vacant for two decades, the business had experienced a remarkable resurgence. The word had spread like wildfire, and Chigaya Swords was not attracting clients from far and wide.

“Thank you, I will get to it shortly here,” Y/n answered with a smile. She does the final wipe-down before sliding the sword she was refining back into its scabbard.

“Y/n,” Maru’s father called her name softly, “where did you learn sword sharpening skills?”

“When my grandfather came for me, I stayed with him while he was still serving in the Corp. Being the only girl, I wasn’t exactly welcomed or liked and the man who was in charge of managing the weapons room, allowed me to help when I would always watch him from his doorway.” She is reminded how she was always pestering the man she called Uncle with questions to the point where he just had her try it out for herself. It wasn’t afterward that he realized that she might be useful to him after all and took her in as his apprentice.

When her Uncle was not welding a sword, he was teaching her how to hold a sword, how to swing, and everything there is to know.

At the age of seventeen, her Uncle encouraged her to join the swordsman tournament within the Corp, the winner would be recognized as a member of the Corp. On the day of the event, she shocked the entire crowd but nothing could be counted against her as there were no rules stating a woman could not participate.

She shocked the crowd a second time in one day when she was the last one standing, winning the tournament.

Y/n turned down the offer to join the Corp, insisting she would become a weapon welder.

For the first time, her grandfather, patted her head, “I am proud of you.”

He was murdered during an abrupt attack on the base. Y/n herself was gravely injured but as soon as her wounds healed, she hunted down the man who was responsible for her grandfather’s death and others.

She returned, bloody and battered but with the head of the Colonel.

Maru’s father affectionately patted her head, evoking memories of her grandfather and uncle, the last two who had done so. “We are deeply thankful to you,” he expressed. “Finding a skilled sword sharpener is no easy task. Not everyone possesses the gift touch to refine a blade as you do.” He looks past Y/n and at Maru, “come, I need your help.”

The two men leave the room that has become Y/n’s sanctuary. She reached to touch the top of her head and smiled. Such a simple gesture but it has always warmed her heart and soul.

Y/n peered out the window, her view obscured by the torrential rain. Rainy days had always made her sword-sharpening sessions feel therapeutic. Her gaze then shifted to the last remaining sword, the one Maru’s father had recently delivered.

She let out a sigh and extended her hand toward the sword.

Just as her hand was about to make contact with it, something jolted her, causing her hand to freeze in mid-air, a mere centimeters away from the sword. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest as she instantly recognized the handle of the sword.

“Your sword, Lord Ushijima,” Y/n spoke softly, carefully lifting the sword with both hands and offering it to him. “I hope you won’t mind that I completed your sword for you. We both know… Uncle would have been honored to present you with this blade.”

Uncle had just completed the construction of a custom-made sword for Lord Ushijima Wakatoshi, only to succumb to a fatal medical condition shortly thereafter. When Y/n and the others discovered him, he wore a serene smile on his face, having peacefully departed from the world.

“I’ve made some adjustments to the handle,” she said, lifting the sword above her head. “I believe a longer handle will be more fitting for you, especially since you swing with your left hand. This added length will provide both increased flexibility and stability in your swings.”

Y/n’s hands trembled as she gingerly lifted the sword. Among the swords she worked on so far, the Captain’s sword was the only one she knew of that had an additional inch and a half added to the handle.

There was but one way to confirm the sword’s owner. With a gentle pull of the scabbard, she revealed the blade, and as she turned it, her breath caught her throat.

As the final touch before handing the sword to its rightful owner, she meticulously engraved the letterings: Shiratorizawa – Ushijima Wakatoshi

E/n: next part might be shorter or like half of this.

@queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy

#haikyuu smut #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu angst #haikyuu ushijima #haikyuu ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima wakatoshi smut #ushijima wakatoshi angst #ushijima wakatoshi x y/n #ushijima wakatoshi x read #ushijima x reader #ushijima smut #ushijima x y/n #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x you

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natriae · 6 months

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there is nothing i hate more then people getting characters personalities wrong *cough cough* sakusa and Ushijima *cough cough*

#nari talks #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #kiyoomi sakusa #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #wakatoshi ushijima #haikyuu ushijima #LIKE READ THEIR WIKI PAGE IF YOU'RE LOST

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miumyo · 7 months

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HOW MEAN

LEV, bokuto, atsumu, USHIJIMA, itadori, daichi, hinata, oikawa

#haikyuu #oikawa x you #ushijima x reader #hinata x read #itadori x reader #hq daichi #lev #akaashi #haikyuu atsumu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine #ushijima fluff

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akaashislover1 · 2 months

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I need to be pushed up against the wall and kissed the hell out of by somebody.

Preferably the following:

Ushijima wakatoshi : Unless he was mad or jealous he wouldn’t be too rough.

Yuji Itadori: omg to me, he wouldn’t be able to take it seriously. Unless he was really excited, he’d probably pin you and then giggle into the kiss, cringing at himself. Idk. 🫣😏

Oml Satoru Gojo: he would have you wrap your legs around his waist so he was carrying you and then take you to the bedroom and slam you against the door, closing it. Y’all can tell me otherwise but he looooves gettin frisky.

Keiji Akaashi: I mean- how could you not wanna get pinned to the wall by this guy?.? I could see him being rough and gentle.

Kuroo Tetsuro: I could see him not being able to wait for you to get out of the shower and just barge in. His cold hands would grip your waist and soon enough your hot, wet body would be pushed up against the cold shower tiled wall.

Toji: mannn. He’d be pinning you up against everything. The wall, the kitchen island, the couch, the bed, maybe a large window. And lemme tell you sum. He wouldn’t let you move a single inch until he was satisfied completely.

Megumi Fushiguro: unlike his hot ass dad, I really don’t see him being rough. Gentle arms would lead you to the first wall closest to y’all. However I could see him being rough with his kisses which ain’t a bad thing.

Other than that I’d want my crush to be doing that kind of stuff but he has a freaking girlfriend 💀

Also Nanami cop X reader part 2 will be coming soon, if you haven’t read part one here’s the link:

💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

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geombyu · 10 months

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warm. ushijima wakatoshi x gn!reader — fluff | wordcount: 0.2k

The rain went pitter-patter as it hit the roof of your house repeatedly. Inside your room, the sound is a lot fainter, but outside it's loud. It's been raining almost non-stop all week—this makes you wonder why the clouds are upset.

You put your headphones on, but the sound of the rain slips through them. It's almost comforting, as you wrapped the blanket around you, providing you warmth on a cold, dreary day.

You can't help but think about Wakatoshi as the blanket engulfed you. You felt warm, and his touch was warm. His presence was warm; his love was warm.

It took a while for him to warm up to you, thinking back to the early days of knowing him, he was very distant. You chuckle at the thought of it when you compare the Toshi you knew before to the Toshi you know now.

He was always polite, but he always made sure to put distance between the both of you. I mean, you were only classmates, after all, but you were always interested in him. He was the ace of a skilled volleyball team—the ace of a powerhouse. Feared by many.

He was a very skilled player, yet most of your classmates knew not much about him.

You wanted to know more about him.

Falling in love with him felt just like how you feel right now. Cozy, warm, at home.

You're glad he let you in his heart.

Smiling, you call his number. You can't wait to tell him how much you love him, although he's probably heard it a thousand times in that day alone.

a/n: i think i used the word warm too much 😭 but anyways this was inspired by this @/saksukei toshi fic! actually not exactly but reading that made me want to write smthng for toshi! + i was still awake at 5am and the atmosphere jus hits diff at 5am so i had to write smthng

#kinda didnt want to post this #now i have to make an anime masterlist 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️#ushijima x reader #ushijima fluff #ushijima scenarios #ushijima wakatoshi #wakatoshi x reader #wakatoshi fluff #haikyuu wakatoshi #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x you #haikyuu x you #also pleek i havent read the manga yet so if its a bit ooc im sawry

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kings-highway · 7 months

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honestly my favourite ushiten dynamic is:

Tendou: me and wakatoshi started having sex 5 months ago. I'm absolutely in love with him, but its purely physical, hes just blowing off steam and could never actually want to be with someone like me. one day, he'll find someone nice and respectable and settle down and I just need to accept that.

Ushijima: me and Tendou have been dating for five months

#ive read probably half a dozen fics like this and every single one of them is a banger #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu ushijima #haikyuu tendou #ushiten #ushijima x tendou #ushijima wakatoshi #tendou satori #haikyuu ships

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vilevvords · 2 years

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Test Drive — Ushijima Wakatoshi // NSFW

word count: 2.9k

content note: established relationship, car talk, driving and then sex, somehow. brief choking, vaginal sex & semi-public sex

a/n: saw a dodge, had some thoughts, et voila. also, happy birthday wakatoshi. love ya

visuals: one; two (wrong color but for front view)

mdni

Wakatoshi’s new car is a Dodge Challenger. He’s been driving a run-down Nissan god-knows-what for the longest time, never much of a car guy, but when it started rusting around the hubcaps, he knew it was time to say goodbye to the old thing.

He knows a thing or two about cars, changing both of your car’s tires by himself, checking on the oil, doing everything to prevent going to a car workshop if not absolutely necessary because although money isn’t tight for him, he prefers to not spend anything on things he can easily do himself.

And knowing this, it was even more surprising to find out just how much he had spent on his new car. You didn’t need to know cars to be able to tell it was expensive - sharp edges, polished body, sleek leather seats; a machine all muscle, sure to turn heads on the street. And while Wakatoshi never seemed like one to flaunt his possessions, he sure does cherish them.

Wakatoshi doesn’t have to, but he made it a habit to ask you first before making great purchases, partly to hear your opinion, partly because he feels like anything he owns is just as much yours as it is his. This one, however, is an exception. You knew he was going to buy a new car eventually but nothing could have prevented the way surprise painted your face when he came up to you sitting on the couch, dropping a shiny, brand-new car key into your hands followed by an “I have something to show you, baby.”

The key itself looks pricey, doing justice to the car you see standing in the car park of the apartment complex you two live in. Most of the vehicles parked there were already familiar to you, you had seen them plenty of times going and coming home from work, but even if that wasn’t the case, you didn’t need Wakatoshi to point it out. It stands out even in between your neighbor’s fancy sports cars, with a body rather angular than rounded, edges rugged compared to the flowy build and aquatic curves of most pricey cars. The burgundy is oddly reminiscent of the Shiratorizawa high school volleyball team colors and immediately overwhelmingly him.

He takes a few fast strides to get to the car door before you do, opening it and holding out his hand, signaling for you to sit in the driver’s seat. With how close the seats are to the ground, you almost fall into the red leather seat getting in, the brand-new factory smell wafting over you pleasantly and you make sure to take a few deep breaths, your eyes roaming over the sleek console.

You feel him shift beside you, moving to stand in between the opened car door and he puts one arm on the roof, leaning down slightly to see your expression.

“And? What do you say?” he asks and you find it uncharacteristic how his voice is dipped into what you think is a tinge of nervousness, almost like a little boy who forgot to get permission and is breaking the news to his parents.

For a moment, you don’t know what to say, overwhelmed by the luxury, intimidated by the power, and still not entirely done processing the surprise. You let your gaze wander over the interior once more, taking in more details this time. Your fingertips are grazing the leather center console as he leans in a bit further until he’s halfway into the car, his eyes still fixated on you because the silence has him growing restless and for a moment, he starts to already regret the decision.

It’s when you turn your head around and meet his expectant eyes that you remember you still haven’t given him an answer.

“It’s great, it suits you,” you say eventually, flashing him a smile, and you think you can see relief washing over his face as his features relax.

He explains to you how this type of car is called a muscle car - an American-made two-door sports car with a powerful engine - and it fits, you think. He starts babbling away on the details, about the sheer power of this car that manifests itself in 807 horsepower, making it the most powerful muscle car there is, and it’s clear he’s put about as much thought into this purchase as he does into everything else. And you can’t pretend you understand everything he’s saying, because it’s a lot, but you’re glad to listen nonetheless.

“Turn the motor on,” he says eventually, gesturing towards the start button. The rumble of the engine immediately creeps through your bones, even without acceleration, electrifying your veins. And it’s an exhilarating feeling, one so unlike what you felt in any other car you’ve ever been in. You look towards Wakatoshi and see him smiling at you.

“Let’s go for a ride.”

Apart from a few other cars passing by, traffic is light, and the motorway yours.

The fresh August breeze flowing in through the slightly opened passenger window hits your face, a welcome refreshment on an otherwise hot and humid day. Through the tinted windows, there are wide fields on one side, stretching out over the landscape and painting the scenery in hues of beige, the coastline on the other. The low roar of the engine mixed with the monotonous hiss of the tires rolling over smooth concrete is ambient, evoking an atmosphere that sets your mind at peace, and it is almost enough to make you want to close your eyes and have it lull you to sleep.

There’s a song playing on the radio, though anything beyond the steady rhythm of the bass is drowned out by the sounds of the car and the wind angrily swashing through the small gap of the opened car window to leave your hair tousled. It’s peaceful, relaxing your senses and at least for now, it feels like you’re able to leave all the stress of the last few weeks behind on the motorway.

You look over to Wakatoshi and feel a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth because it feels like a movie. The last few rays of the warm August sun encompass him, casting a warm halo around his silhouette, and he must notice you looking at him because the hand resting on your leg suddenly grasps you tighter, squeezing the flesh of your thigh.

And at that moment you think you will never be able to imagine Wakatoshi ever driving a different car again. Because sitting there in the driver’s seat, it looks like this car was made solely with him in mind.

You’re driving in silence for a little longer, though it feels like time passes in no time and it’s almost a shame, you think. Eventually, Wakatoshi lets the car come to a halt at a parking area of a sightseeing place you know well, though today, despite the great weather, you two are the only ones there. The view is nothing short of magnificent - vast skies stretching out over the vast expanse of the blue ocean, close to cloudless. Coming here is always nostalgic in a way, bringing back memories of past dates, stolen kisses in the setting sun, and heartfelt confessions. It is your place.

You reach to unbuckle your seatbelt but looking up again, Wakatoshi is already standing in front of the passenger door, opening it for you. He’s holding out a hand for you to take as you step out of the car, pushing the door shut behind you.

For a moment, you’re just standing there, taking in the view and basking in the last bit of sunlight for the day that soon threatens to disappear behind the horizon; because that’s all it takes. Because solitude with Wakatoshi isn’t of the suppressing kind; it’s reassuring, soothing, and altogether alleviating.

You wrap your arms around his waist, overcome with the sudden urge to be close to him and he lets you, reciprocating the affection by bringing an arm to rest around your shoulder.

He’s the first to break the silence.

“Thank you for being here with me.”

Instinctively, your hold on him tightens as you look up at him, smiling.

“Of course.”

He dips his head down to press a fleeting kiss on your forehead but the contact lingers, enough so to have you reaching up to cup his face, pulling him down to kiss him properly.

His hands fall to your waist and you can feel the warmth of his palms through the fabric of your dress. He’s using his body weight to gently, carefully guide you backward until your legs make contact with the car before closing the space left between you, his lips meeting yours once again. It’s sweet and unassuming, not necessarily meant to be an invitation to take things much further, you know, but when you feel his breath hitch as a soft sound escapes your throat, his fingers digging deeper into the flesh of your waist, you decide to test the waters.

The kiss becomes deeper, more breathless, and slowly grows into something that hints at the unmistakable, like a promise of passion.

You run your fingers through his hair, tugging on the strands and drawing a deep groan from him that you swallow. For a moment, he breaks the kiss, an action rather sudden as though he just came back to his senses, his chest heaving as he’s trying to catch his breath.

“Here?” he asks, cautiously; uncertainty deeply engrained in his features. “Now?”

You press a kiss to his jaw, another one just below and by his Adam’s apple, hoping it’s enough of an answer.

It seems to be because his hands hook under your thighs, lifting you on the wide hood of the car and you’re unsure whether it’s the cold aluminum prickling on your skin or the way Wakatoshi reaches up to tug on the straps of your dress that’s sending shivers down your spine. He pushes them off your shoulders, his fingers ghosting over your collarbones before he brings his hand to your throat, applying slight pressure. And even though your mind is clouded and the adrenaline rushing through your veins makes it difficult to think straight, you believe you can make out something unruly grazing his features. His other hand grazes the hem of your dress, teasing, before pulling down the fabric and cupping your breast, massaging the flesh.

He pushes you backward until your back makes contact with the aluminum, his free hand coming down to squeeze your hip. He’s hovering over you, his tall frame hiding the last rays of the setting sun still daring to peek over the horizon. There’s still a soft beat coming from the car’s speakers, setting the atmosphere and helping both of you to get lost in the moment.

It’s now that you take note of how worked up he really is, feeling the bulge of his erection through the layers of clothing separating you, and a gasp escapes past your lips as he presses himself a little further onto you, creating friction by gentle thrusts of his hips that feel ever so slightly restrained. And you know there’s a kind of impatience concealed within his actions, a kind of primitive urge threatening to burst through the closer he is to you, the longer he feels your fingers run through his hair, and the longer he tastes you, swallowing your sweet gasps and whines. His body curves around you, coming impossibly closer as his chest presses against yours, and yet something within his actions still appears restrained, like part of him can’t quite seem to let loose.

“’Toshi,” you manage to choke out, a breathless whimper, as he breaks the kiss, and it serves him as a reminder of how tight his pants are at that moment. He lets his head dip down onto your shoulder, his hands leaving your body to prop himself up on the hood, leaving you aching for his touch and warmth in the process.

“It’s okay, ‘Toshi. We’re alone,” you try persuading him carefully, though your hands are less restrained as you hook two fingers into his belt loop to tuck gently. “Please.”

His hips buck forward on instinct alone, chasing your touch, and it only has you growing more restless.

“Please,” you repeat, more imploring this time.

“Fuck, I don’t wanna dent it,” he breathes out, voice a deep grumble, and you think if you weren’t already lying on the hood, your legs would’ve given in.

“Bend me over the hood then.”

His brows are furrowed in thought like he’s suddenly contemplating how far he’s really willing to let his desires take him. He’s not the type to typically take sexual intimacies outside of the bedroom, not out of shame, but because he believes it to be something between only you and him, something he’s not quite willing to let anyone else in on.

And yet there’s something deeply lustful in his eyes as his hands wrap around your knees, pulling you forward and off the hood. Once your feet are planted on the ground, you’re being turned around, a hiss escaping from in between clenched teeth at the cool sensation of your chest coming into contact with the aluminum.

He hitches your dress up, leaving it bunched up at the dip of your waist, sighing as he catches sight of the darker spot where wetness seeps through your underwear. Your hips buck forward as he presses an index finger onto your clothed clit, gently circling. He hitches a finger under the fabric, pulling it aside at another whimper of his name, slipping a finger inside, soon another. His unoccupied hand massages the flesh of your hips as he pulls soft moans and pleads for more from your lips, patient despite the building pressure sitting deep in his abdomen.

Once he deems you ready to take him, he pulls away briefly, reaching to unbuckle his belt. He sighs as he frees his cock from the restriction of his pants, stroking himself, and his eyes fall shut briefly, needing to steady himself. One hand finds its place back on your waist while the other positions himself. A groan escapes his throat as the tip pushes inside and he takes his time bottoming out, although it’s less for him and more for you to be able to adjust to the stretch.

Wakatoshi leans forward, bracing an arm on the hood to further press his weight into you and you wrap a hand around his biceps, both in an attempt to be even closer to him and to brace yourself.

He starts slowly rocking into you, setting a pace that is deliberate and testing. It takes some time for him to grow bolder, for his careful thrusts to grow less restrained, faster and harder. You can feel the car moving slightly with every move of his hips against yours, the sound of skin against skin mixing in with the bass of the radio.

You’re trying your best to match his pace, attempting to meet his thrusts, but it’s too overwhelming, too overpowering that you find your muscles staggering, unable to keep up. Your nails dig into the muscle of his bicep, so hard it must sting, but he lets you. Because Wakatoshi lets you do whatever you want to him because he knows that ultimately the strain on your body is bigger. So he will take it, endure the sting, for you, and because he can.

Your vision starts to blur and your whimpers and soft moans mix with chants of his name falling from your tongue as you grow louder, but Wakatoshi shushes you, caressing the skin of your waist where he previously dug his fingers into.

He reaches to pull your upper body up from the hood as he feels your orgasm approaching, two fingers circling your clit to help push you over the edge. And he helps prolong your orgasm as you begin writhing in his hold, pleasure finally washing over you, and he presses sweet kisses to the nape of your neck until he feels your body loosen. Gently, he lays you back down on the hood, a few more strokes all it takes for his groans to stagger, for his own release to near. You purposefully tighten around him and feel his rhythm falter, a rare moan pushing itself past his lips as he cums, his cock throbbing inside of you with every wave of his climax.

His hands fall back on the hood as he halts to catch his breath. Fingers push back the strands of slightly damp hair that had fallen onto his forehead as he straightens himself up, pulling his softening cock out of you.

He helps you get back up, making sure you’re standing secure on the ground before he makes you turn around, cupping your face in both of his hands and catching your lips in another kiss. His lips move slowly, sensually, tasting like gratitude and a promise for more, for unrelenting loyalty, for love.

#man idk when i tell you i sat in front of my laptop with my head in my hands i mean it #you know you’re a writer when you’re thinking about all the ways to decribe a car for an hour straight #i don’t know shit about cars don’t comment on it #its late imma proof read this tomorrow if you find any mistakes no you didnt #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima x reader #ushijima smut #haikyuu ushijima #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq #hq x reader #hq smut #hq ushijima #vile nights #vile one shots

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whywoulditho · 8 months

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there's barely any fanfiction and no one really understands them the way i do but GOD i love ushiwaka/sakusa so much. i don't usually have rarepairs but they're just so good. and i mean this in a way that's far away from the fanon ushijima that is a basically a sex god and the fanon sakusa that is sexually repressed on a spiritual level. i mean it in a two buffy guys existing in each other's presence, feeling content and peaceful kind of way. in my mind their relationship is so healthy and they're so good for each other. i mean i love an opposites-attract type of relationship just as much as the next person but there's also something so precious in the way two people would just enjoy the same things and find comfort in each other's company. they would get up early even on the weekends off season. sakusa would prepare green juice while ushijima struggles to make eggs the way sakusa likes them. they would have a coffee machine they try new coffee recipes with. they would have a dog that sleeps with them on their bed. they would go on a walk towards evenings to go watch the sunset on the beach. sakusa would teach ushijima how to skip stones on water and ushijima would just be terrible at it. they would like old movies and ushijima would bake and sakusa would wash their dog in their backyard. they would have a vinyl collection and hang their favorite records on the walls of their living room. they would read together and watch volleyball games and give critics and it would all be so silent and so peaceful it actually makes me emotional

#if you know me you already know that this is an asexual relationship i'm talking about here #but honestly i don't mind as long as it's not the hypersexualized monstorisity i see on all the fanfics written about them #(this isnt to say its wrong to enjoy writing or reading those things)#i think the reason i think a lot about this is because that's exactly the kind of relationship i want in my life...#Ushijima wakatoshi x sakusa kiyoomi #what even is their ship name?#ushikiyo #?#rarepair #haikyuu #edit: a mutual just said the ship name is #ushisaku #thank you 🙏

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sashimiyas · 2 years

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suna calls the neighborhood kids ‘little stinkers’ and laughs in their face when they trip but they love him anyways because he always has chuupets to give out in the summer, and they can knock on his door and expect him to get the ball down when they accidentally hit it in the rafters, and when he catches them pulling harmless pranks on their moms, sneaky giggles stifled by an index finger, he gives them a conspiratorial glare before playing along, promising to keep quiet by placing an index finger to his lips as well.

#reinas.inretrograde #reina.lovesrintaro #at this point i don’t even feel like an x reader writer #i am stalking these men like paparazzi and making headlines over the stupidest things #BREAKING: USHIJIMA EATS BREAKFAST AT 6:09 AM #FIVE THINGS MIYA ATSUMU ALWAYS CARRIES IN HIS FANNY PACK #BOKUTO KOUTAROU’S SUMMER READING LIST #reina.writeshaikyuu!!

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thania-keiji-gf · 1 year

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the type of boyfriend who never tired when it comes to accompany you to shopping. yea, he will walking for hours to following your step that bring him to every interesting shop in Mall where you buy everything you want. not only that. bc he also stand behind you and waiting for thirty minutes when you started confused at the two different product that you want to buy. it's nothing. nothing for him. besides it he actually the volleyball player, ofc walking for hours and standing for thirty minutes is can't compared to his hard practice everyday.

-> USHIJIMA, Kageyama, IWAIZUMI, BOKUTO, Sugawara, KUROO, SUNA, Hinata, ATSUMU, Nishinoya

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kagejima · 1 year

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every time someone posts about ushijima (or any hq man, really) and chubby reader, an angel gets it's wings.

#its so gross to see like 'this is exactly the type of person this HQ man would like'#because most of it is more than laced in fatphobia especially when it comes to athletes like ushijima 🙄🙄#go fuck yourself. ushijima would love chubby girls too and that's that #🎤: rae is in the vocal booth #sorry im reading ushijima x chubby reader and im giggling like a little school girl i have heart eyes

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imastrangeone98 · 11 months

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Against the Odds

(A/N: I learned about the a/b/o court case and I felt like even I could do better than this shitty a/b/o book XD)

warning: cringy a/b/o tropes... sorry about that. probably really OOC ushi boi, my beloved haikyuu oc aiumi shizuka, coach washijo NOT being a d*ckhead, and tendo being a GODSEND. Also this ended up being LONG LONG so... sorry? Buckle up buttercup this is a journey

The girl sitting next to him didn't have a distinct scent. That was the first thought that ran through Ushijima's mind at the glance of his new seat mate.

It was mild, like jasmine flowers. It was barely in the air, but it was enough to put him at ease- a feeling that was quite unfamiliar to him.

So he simply chose the logical route and ignored it, only speaking with her when it turned out he had no pencil to take notes with and she lent him one of hers.

"Oh, Shizuka's in your class?" Tendō cackled, patting him on the back. "Be nice to her, yeah? She's a good friend of mine."

There was nothing wrong with his teammate's request, so he obliged. Wakatoshi didn't really mind being polite to others, as long as they didn't interrupt his daily routine.

But as the school year continued, he found that his eyes kept drifting towards the beta girl, noting the way she walked solidly on her feet in comparison to the omegas who bounced on their toes, the gentle yet honest way she spoke, to the way she smiled closed-mouth yet the corners of her mouth were slightly open.

It was distracting. He found himself missing the occasional spike at practice when the scent of jasmine lingered in the air, especially when it wafted particularly strongly off Yamagata and Tendō, the latter of whom only laughed about how jealously he was acting towards someone who wasn't his girlfriend. Wakatoshi merely grunted that he wasn't jealous, nor was she his lover in any way.

But he couldn't deny the strange thump in his chest when she offered him a cupcake- "A test subject for a new recipe I'm coming up with," she said, leaving him accepting without a word. He didn't mind the way Tendō would occasionally bring her to practice, ignoring the way Coach Washijō grumbled about her "unnecessary presence during training" only to comically switch his tune when she brought homemade wagashi. Wakatoshi even found himself putting more force behind his serves, something Tendō found hilarious for some reason.

"If you're that hung over it, just tell her, man."

"I don't understand; there is nothing to say. She's simply a good presence to be around, nothing more."

"Ushijima," Semi laughed, "you really are nothing more than a volleyball idiot, huh? You gotta get better at talking with the babes!"

...Babe? Did Semi view Aiumi Shizuka as a baby?

"...But I do talk with her," Ushijima retorted. "Often, in fact. Also, Aiumi is not an infant."

"That's not what I... Never mind."

So he continued his usual routine of speaking with Shizuka before class, occasionally tasting some of her latest creations, thinking about the sound of her laughter while he studied, while he slept, while he ate.

"Wakatoshi, you really like her, huh?" Reon chuckled during lunchtime, patting him on the shoulder. "You're so different around her, it's almost scary."

He frowned. "I don't believe I've been acting any differently than usual-"

"Ushijima, wanna try one of my super special awesome spicy tuna onigiri?" Aiumi Shizuka suddenly appeared, a small bento box in her hands. A very pleased grin stretched her lips. "I'm especially proud of the mayo-free sauce I made for the tuna."

"I'm sure it'll taste wonderful, thank you." With a nod, he took one out, taking the time to savor the spiciness of the sauced fish to the sweet rice.

After he gave a detailed review, she nodded in approval before patting his shoulder and jogging away towards Tendō. Wakatoshi watched her every step, making sure she disappeared amongst the crowd before turning back to his food.

Ōhira and Semi, who had just joined their table, had their eyes wide, like they had seen a ghost.

"Dude," Eita cackled. "You really got it bad."

"What do you mean?"

"You never accept food from people, especially omegas. And you don't let them touch you either," Reon explained.

"You really like that beta, huh?" Eita mumbled through a mouthful of rice. "Have you told her how you felt yet?"

"I don't know what you're talking-"

"Wakatoshi," Reon suddenly said, staring deeply into the captain's eyes. "You like a beta. You understand what this means, right?"

His eyebrow lifted in mild surprise; Reon hardly spoke this seriously outside of volleyball. "No, I don't understand."

"She's a beta, Wakatoshi. Not an omega. You know that, right?"

"Yes, of course I know that. She doesn't smell like an omega, after all."

His two teammates sighed, and Reon smiled at him. "Well then, don't worry about it. Just follow your heart. And don't listen to what anyone says."

He didn't quite understand what the entire purpose of the comment was, but he nodded regardless and continued on with his meal, thinking of the onigiri he ate just minutes ago.

[...]

Semi's words echoed lightly in the back of Wakatoshi's mind, especially as he watched Aiumi talk so enthusiastically with Yamagata about... He didn't even know what they were talking about.

Have you told her how you felt yet?

The unbearably faint scent of jasmine lingered strongly in his nose. He didn't want Yamagata to be any closer to her. He needed to get his teammate's scent off of her, even though Yamagata- as a beta- didn't have that strong of a scent to begin with.

His alpha was showing, and logically, Ushijima knew he needed to stop it. But he couldn't help the petty anger growing in his chest; the need to mark her and scent her so strongly she reeked of him burning intensely in his mind.

"Hey, Ushijima. Are you okay?" Aiumi gently patted him on the shoulder. "You seem really distracted today..."

"...May I speak with you after school?" was his only response, staring deeply into her eyes.

She stared back at him for a few seconds before simply saying, "Sure. After practice?"

"No, Coach Washijō doesn't assign practice on Fridays in order to promote muscle growth," he stated. "After class."

And with that, he briskly turned on his heel and walked back to the classroom, ignoring her curious glances during math.

With the prompt ring of the bell, he swiftly packed up his things and waited for Aiumi to do the same, before walking out of school together.

"So... where are we headed off to?" she asked, almost jogging in an effort to keep up with his brisk pace. He immediately slowed his steps to let her catch up.

"We can get something to eat first," he says. "Or we could go straight to Tsutsujigaoka; there's not many people at this time of day."

"You like sakura, Ushijima?" she laughed, patting his shoulder. "I didn't know that! You and me both, except for different reasons. I really like pickled sakura blossoms!"

He didn't realize he wasn't listening, preening at the way her scent now lingered on his clothes.

"Oi, how long are you gonna walk?" Aiumi tugged his arm. "I thought we were gonna eat. I know a great yōshoku place. You like hayashi rice, right?"

[...]

"You still haven't told me why you invited me out. Was it because an omega rejected your offer and you felt too lonely to come alone?" Aiumi joked, sipping on some kind of milk tea.

"I don't like omegas," Wakatoshi said immediately, staring into the smoothie cup that felt too small in his hands. "Also, Semi told me that seeing sakura was a good way to end the first school year."

"Oh yeah, we're gonna be second-years soon! Do you feel old yet?"

"I'm still youthful. And so are you."

She laughed. "That's high praise, oh youthful one."

The two of them fell into a comfortable silence, gazing at the falling cherry blossoms. A petal fell onto her hair, and he touched it with a gentleness even he wasn't aware of. It was soft between his fingertips, like her hair.

"I like you." The words slipped out of his mouth without realizing, but he didn't quite regret it. "I like you very much."

Wakatoshi felt her eyes on him. He had always thought of himself as someone who didn't hesitate to take action, yet he found himself hesitating to look at her, turning his head away. He didn't understand why.

"...You like... me?" she whispered. "Why? You're an alpha, aren't you?"

"I do not understand what my biological status has anything to do with this, but I like the way you focus when you cook. I like your determination to perfect your craft. I like the sound of your laughter. I like how your eyes brighten up at trying new food. I like the way you walk on your feet. I like your scent. I like you, Aiumi Shizuka."

She didn't respond for a while. Wakatoshi didn't feel the need to ask her for an answer. He knew she would give him one once she collected her thoughts. So they continued to watch the cherry blossoms and sip their drinks until it was time to head back to the dorms.

"I'm sorry for shutting down on you, Ushijima," Shizuka finally said as they exited the subway station. "The truth is, I like you too. I just... don't know if it's the right thing for us."

"I will take this as your rejection, then?" His voice was shakier than he thought it would be.

"I... I guess so? Just, think about it. Alphas can never be in relationships with betas; the biology doesn't sync up like omegas do-"

He grumbled, "I thought I made it clear that I do not like omegas."

"You still haven't told me why you don't like them. They're fine people... most of them, at least." Her head hung low. "If we date... people will talk. They'll talk badly about you."

He immediately pressed his wrist to her neck, even though his scent wouldn't linger as strong, in an effort to provide comfort. Surprisingly, she leaned into his touch.

"I don't care about what people say," he said simply. "About me, or about our relationship. If you're willing to be in one with me, that is."

She chuckled, but it sounded hollow. "If only I could have your confidence. Don't you know basically no one likes alpha-beta relationships?"

He shook his head. "I don't see why that matters if two people are compatible."

"...Like us?" Aiumi asked quietly.

"Yes." He offered her his hand, which she took. "I think we fit well together."

As they approached the dorms, she suddenly stopped. "To be honest, I'm scared. I'm scared people won't take us seriously. I'm scared people won't like you anymore. That people won't like me anymore." She gazed deep into his eyes, the corners of her lips trembling into a brave smile. "But I wanna be your girlfriend. I really like you, Ushi- Wakatoshi."

She said his name. He liked the way she said his name. Something deep in his gut urged him to scent her, but he held it in.

"Oh... Did you not want me to say your first name?" she stammered. "Uh, I can-"

"No. Keep saying it." He couldn't help but give a faint smile. "Can I call you by yours?"

Her cheeks reddened. "Of course."

"Okay. Good night... Shizuka." Wakatoshi couldn't help but whisper her name, gently rubbing his wrist against her neck again. "Let's meet tomorrow too."

She nodded, and before she went inside, quickly pressed her own wrist against his skin. Then she ducked inside and he couldn't see her.

He didn't sleep well that night, still thinking about her weakening scent on his neck.

[...]

And see her tomorrow he did. And the day after that. And the days until the beginning of their second year.

They were in the same class again, much to their delight. When he returned to volleyball practice, his teammates seemed immensely pleased, giving him pats on the back and a thumbs-up whenever he replied to her messages during breaks.

"You finally grew some balls, didn't you, Ushiwaka?" Semi crowed. "Good for you! I expect to be singing at your wedding in a few years' time!"

"I will keep that in mind," Ushijima responded simply.

Not much appeared to have changed since the beginning of their relationship. Shizuka continued to be active in the cooking club, and would occasionally ask him to taste her latest creations; the only difference was the reddening of her cheeks and the smile she gave him that only grew brighter. He continued to play on the team, and scored point after point in matches. He still occasionally got distracted by the image of her smile, the sound of her laughter.

But even he could realize the small, yet noticeable changes in his routine: the way she reached out her hand to hold his as they walked down to the cafeteria, the way he rushed to her club room after the end of an early practice to watch her craft yet another recipe, the way she came to watch him in matches wearing his spare club jacket with pride.

The way he enjoyed pressing his wrist to her neck and arms, relishing the way his scent rubbed off on her. He did it shamelessly: before class, after class, before practice, after practice, during lunch, during breaks, during dates. And he preened at the way she would always try to reciprocate, even though her scent wouldn't last nearly as long as his.

Wakatoshi never put much thought into the concept of happiness, what it meant to be happy. He thought he knew it with volleyball, but when he was with Shizuka, he did what he never used to do before: he thought of a future. He thought of a family. He thought of drinks beneath the sakura trees, spicy tuna onigiri, holding hands during lunch, the scent of jasmine.

He was happy with her. She made him very happy.

But it was around the middle of their second year when he began to wonder if she actually felt the same way he did.

They were eating lunch together when he noticed how she suddenly ducked her head when their classmates walked by.

"They're talking about us," she revealed to him when he asked her why she began to do it. "About our relationship." When he tried to ask further, she simply shook her head and kept it down. His chest hurt to see her like this, so he didn't press any further.

"Shizu's been distant, you say?" Tendō mused, munching on some popcorn.

"Could you ask her for me?" Wakatoshi asked his friend. "I'm afraid that if I do, she won't answer me with honesty."

"Sure, buddy." His voice sounded uncertain. "But I have a feeling I know what's going on."

"What is it, Tendō?"

"...Listen to what the others say next time, Wakatoshi. I hope for both your sakes that you understand the answer."

[...]

"How long you think they're gonna last?"

"Dunno, maybe a month at best."

"It's Ushijima, you honestly think he's gonna stick with a beta for a mate?"

"Alphas need to be with omegas, that's just how it is-"

"He'll see it in time-"

"He deserves better-"

"Shizuka?" A warm hand grasped her own. "Were you paying attention?"

"Ah... Sorry, what were you saying?" She forced herself to look away from the table towards her boyfriend, who was watching her with concern in his eyes. "I got... distracted by something."

"...You haven't eaten your food," he noted, pushing her plate towards her. "I thought omurice days were your favorite at the cafeteria."

She nodded, mindlessly shoveling a spoonful of the rice into her mouth. It tasted like glue. Her tastebuds grew more dull by the day, and the worst part was that she couldn't even find it in herself to be mad about it.

Shizuka thought she knew what she was getting into. But the constant whispers and rumors, the heartless stares of her classmates, the abandonment by her clubmates when they learned of her relationship status (or should she say, who she was dating)... It was all too much. There was too much to listen to, and no one to listen to her. Not even her beloved Wakatoshi; simple, adorable, beautiful Wakatoshi, who couldn't understand why people would say such horrible things about their relationship.

"They don't see who we are," he would simply say to her. "It's their fault for not seeing how well we fit together."

And while those words would no doubt bring her comfort, it was those exact words that that would haunt her when the rumors only continued to spread like wildfire.

She had prepared her walls to be impenetrable as stone, so as to guard the love they shared. But there is only so much that stone can take before it is eroded, piece by piece, until the sharp thorns the walls were meant to keep out were piercing the treasure within.

Shizuka isn't strong enough. She's not Wakatoshi.

And when his face did not change even in the slightest when she told him her feelings on the matter, she couldn't help but be envious of the way he could be so calm and collected while she was nearly bursting at the seams.

"...I don't understand. Are you asking for a break up?" he asked, his voice steady as stone.

"No, Toshi. I don't think so. I just... want some time by myself. Would that be okay?" She hated how her voice trembled so much, but it was all she could do to keep it from shaking more.

"...How long are you asking for?"

"Just... just a month. No more, no less. I just want to... not think about the rumors, even if it's for a little while," she tried to reason. "I promise, I won't talk with anyone else in a romantic way, or go on a date-"

A low, rumbling growl left his lips, and she rushed to embrace him. The moment his strong arms wrapped around her waist, she nearly sobbed at his warmth and comfort, pushing her face into his chest, absorbing his smell, the familiar weight of his body pressing against hers.

But this moment couldn't last forever, even if she wished to stretch it out into infinity. She pulled away. "I'm so tired, Toshi. I'm tired of hearing all these bad things about us. Please... I need a break. Please."

And she would never know the way Wakatoshi's heart broke at the sheer exhaustion and pain in her voice. She would never know the absence of his strength as he let her go.

He would make sure she never knew of the way his soul shattered as he watched her walk away from him.

[...]

It hadn't even been a week before the others noticed. It wasn't hard, after all- a couple who were once attached to the hip were now skating away from each other like nervous cats.

The rumors of their "breakup" spread as the weeks went by, and so did the whispers amongst the alphas, the omegas, the betas, whose approval of the separation was more than apparent.

"See, I told you it wouldn't last."

"You think I can finally get a chance?"

"Betas like us can only get the short end of the stick. That's just how it is."

Ushijima's inner alpha bristled, the desire to snap at his classmates surging through his veins. But Tendō must've noticed, if the way he grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the gym wasn't an indicator.

"Alright, I know you two did something. What's goin' on?" he demanded while changing into his practice clothes. "Shizu ain't talkin' to me, so I'm gonna drag it out of you, whether you like it or not!"

Wakatoshi didn't want to say it aloud. It would make the separation more real, give it more power than he needed it to. But the words slipped out regardless: "Shizuka wanted a break from our relationship."

Tendō was quiet for a while after that. He changed his clothes in silence and went to stand by the door, fiery eyes staring blankly at the floor.

"She said that it was too much," Ushijima continued, his fingers clumsily fumbling with the shoelaces. "That she was tired, and wanted to rest."

Tendō still said nothing. He fiddled restlessly with the bandages on his fingers.

"...I didn't want to let her go." He clutched the fabric of his shorts, knuckles turning pale at the pressure. "But she... She cried. So much. I don't..." He felt his throat clogging, and he tried to cough out the lump that wouldn't disappear. "I don't understand. I thought we were happy..."

His friend sighed, and opened his mouth to say something, only for his gaze to harden. "What is it?" His voice sounded unusually harsh.

Ushijima was about to speak when his nose picked up a scent: the pungent smell of roses and vanilla. His lips curled downwards, closed tight to stifle the hostile growl that longed to escape his throat.

"I just wanted to know if Ushijima was here," a sickly sweet voice answered. "Can I see him? I promise I won't take long."

"Practice starts now. All observers have to leave," was Tendō's clinical response. "And he's changing, so no guests. Leave."

"I don't mind waiting-"

"Leave. Now."

"...Listen, you beta freak. You're not the boss of him, or me. You don't tell me what to do-"

"Coach Washijō does not allow visitors when practice starts." Ushijima decided to make his presence known, staring down at the omega he assumed was a member of another class. He didn't even know her name, or bother to learn it. "As Tendō said, it is time for you to leave."

The girl's face immediately lit up, completely ignoring the darkness in his eyes, and she showed him the bento box she was holding. "Toshi, I just wanted to say-"

"Do not call me that."

She froze, along with his teammates who had begun to enter the gym. Semi and Ōhira glanced at each other before slowly approaching.

"Why not?" she broke out of her stupor to whine. "That beta girl called you that all the time!"

"Because that is the name I allowed her to call me," he rumbled darkly, eyes beginning to flicker with rage. "I do not recall allowing you that right."

"Look, I just wanted to give you this." The omega tried to shove the bento into his hands; he refused to even touch it. "Y'know, it's for the best you broke up with her. Betas can't handle alphas the way we omegas can."

Ushijima's hands shook.

Tendō paled. "Stop right now-"

"It's the truth, isn't it? Our pheromones match together for a reason; it's in our biology! I admit, it was kinda interesting seeing you two fight it for so long, but you deserved better-"

He completely blanked out. Her disgusting smell, her shrill voice, it all blended together into one disorienting haze.

He couldn't process how Tendō and Semi rushed to grab his arms before he could claw her fucking eyes out, rip out her throat with his teeth, bleed her out onto the floor as he watched her die.

He couldn't process the omega's horrified scream as Ōhira pushed her away and demanded the underclassmen to take her out, with or without her permission.

He couldn't process the fact that he was releasing so many pheromones that promised death, death to that revolting omega, death to his cruel classmates, death death D E A T H-

He couldn't process that the blood-curdling howls were coming from his own throat as he screamed himself hoarse, begging for the return of the one he lost.

[...]

When Ushijima finally came to, it was at the nurse's office. Coach Washijō peered down at him while speaking with the nurse, briefly thanking her before turning his full attention to his prize player.

"Satori filled me in on the basic gist of what happened," he said, his normally strict voice oddly calm despite the events that occurred.

"...I apologize, coach." His voice was so shaky, it hurt to speak. "It won't happen again. It was a lapse of judgement. I will apologize to the girl as well."

"From what it looked like, it certainly didn't seem like just some 'lapse of judgement.'" The coach sighed before taking a seat on the bed. "Wakatoshi. As you are now, you are in no condition to play."

He lurched up on the bed, eyes wide, and immediately began to voice his complaints, but Washijō continued.

"Until you get your issues fixed and your priorities straight, I forbid you from attending practice for the remainder of this month."

Wakatoshi's throat clogged. What little strength he managed to gather disappeared yet again. "But the upcoming match-"

"Will have to continue on without you." The coach's steely gaze pierced through his student. "With your mental state being as fragile as it is, you being there won't change the outcome. Besides, don't think I haven't noticed you slacking off for the past few weeks; I only gave you a pass because of that girl who used to come by. Her wagashi is missed, by the way."

He fell silent at his coach's words, knowing them to be true. Ever since the separation, his spiking power had reduced significantly. He made more amateur mistakes, and missed several of the new setter, Shirabu's tosses.

Coach was right. He was currently not responsible enough to play. And that knowledge brought him pain. Not enough to forget the hole in his chest, but enough to make his bones ache.

"Kids, these days," Washijō mused with a huff. "So unwilling to fight for what they want. Back in my day, I just pursued the hell out of my wife, even though I was a beta and she was an omega. Best decision of my life."

Wakatoshi blinked at the sudden story. "Did you ever have... trouble?"

"Of course I did! But the alphas who loved to talk shit about me could never hold up in a fight," he boasted. "I knew I wasn't the best for her, but dear god, I loved that woman. Biology this, biology that, blah blah blah. It was still me that she chose." His chest briefly puffed up with pride, before he decided to turn to Ushijima. "If you ask me, kid, biology ain't nothin' but a load of horse dung. You want that girl, then it'll happen naturally, biology or not."

With those words and a brief stretch of his arms, he left the room. Tendō and the others soon replaced him, swarming Wakatoshi and telling him words that buzzed in his ears, something about the omega girl and his physical condition, about the upcoming practice match.

The coach's story still rung in his mind.

[...]

"Have you heard?" one of her clubmates whispered to another. "Ushijima's being disciplined."

Shizuka's ears pricked, carefully stirring her test cake batter.

"For real? What'd he do?"

"Y'know Yoshira Koharu? That really cute omega from 2-1? Apparently she tried to confess to him and he completely blew up at her face."

"Is that why she's not at school right now?"

Ushijima was disciplined? She suddenly flashed back to yesterday, when Satori had hinted to something bad happening a few hours before practice.

"So horrible that grungy Tanji actually cancelled practice," he had told her while helping her with her merengue cookies, "which is why my wonderful self is here to serve you~" But when she asked for more details, he wouldn't say anything more than the fact that Ushijima was involved before shoving a cookie in her mouth.

It tasted like chalk.

Lately, everything she made tasted like it. Like the ingredients knew her very soul was sucked out, and decided to not take any more of it for itself, lest she lose herself completely. But it seemed that it was far too late for that.

It had already been a month, yet the pain of their separation weighed more on her than the weight of the rumors and cruel words.

She needed to see him.

Without her realizing, after-school club had ended, and she mindlessly packed some of the test cake to take with her before setting off to Ushijima's dorm, where she nervously stood by the entrance.

She forgot- she was a girl, she wasn't allowed into the boy's dorms. Why now of all times to remember such a crucial detail...

"Aiumi? That's you, right?"

Jumping at the sudden familiar voice, she turned around to see Ōhira Reon, with a friendly smile and a wave.

"Um... Hi."

"Hey there. You need something?" He gestured to the building, and she nodded.

"Yeah. I was... hoping to talk to Waka- I mean, Ushijima."

At the mere mention of his name, Reon's smile dropped, eyes brimming with concern as he rubbed his chin.

"I wouldn't say he's in... the best mood to receive guests right now," he spoke carefully. "He's been having some trouble in practice, so he's been grumpy."

So it was true, she realized. Something bad happened to him. She couldn't help but look down at her shoes. She knew it was likely because of her.

"...But..." he continued, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "I'm sure he'd be happy to see you. You are his mate, after all."

And with that, he let her inside the dorms with some directions to his dorm room. It wasn't until she was standing in front of his door that she managed to process what it was he said.

Mate? Did he consider her his mate?

Her hand was propped at the door to knock when it swung open. Shizuka jumped, about to take her hand away when a warm grip grasped her wrist and tugged her inside.

Her yelp was muffled by the shirt her face was buried in, but the warmth that surrounded her needed no explanation. With a relieved sigh, she returned Wakatoshi's hug. It was comforting to know that he missed her just as much, if not more so, than she missed him.

"Shizu," he whispered with what could only be described as reverence, burying his face into the crook of her neck and inhaling deeply. "You're here."

"Yeah," she gasped out, patting his back. "I'm here."

"...I missed you."

The raw vulnerability in his voice brought tears to her eyes. She pushed her face further into his chest, savoring his familiar woody scent. "I missed you too, Toshi. I- I'm so sorry, about everything! About leaving, and not being strong enough!" Her sobs made her chest heave, and she weeped in his arms for some time, all the while he gently rubbed her back and hushed her, leading her to his bed to sit on it.

"Please don't apologize," he whispered to her, burying his nose in her hair. "You were strong. You still are. You just needed some rest, that's all."

They didn't talk for a while after that, just staying in each others' arms, taking in each others' warmth and scent, re-familiarizing themselves with one another.

But they didn't need words to know how the other was feeling: at peace.

The alpha in Wakatoshi huffed in content, more than eager to re-scent her after a month of separation. The urge came once again: he wanted to mark her, to make the bond so they could never be apart again.

But he didn't speak until Shizuka finally wiped her eyes and heaved out a big sigh of relief, leaning into his touch with a smile that finally reached the corners of her eyes. His heart felt lighter at the sight; it had been a while since he'd seen her smile so beautifully.

"I'm really sorry," Shizuka spoke again, turning in his arms to gaze deep into his eyes. Her lips were pressed in a tight line, and her brows were creased. "I thought a break would help me get my head together about the situation, but it didn't. I just felt more sad and lonely; I kept missing you so much I couldn't even think about the rumors that made me want a break in the first place."

Oh.

Wakatoshi could feel his heart jump; the knowledge that she missed him just as much as he missed her made his chest puff in pride, a soft purr-like growl erupting from his throat.

"I didn't mind too much," he spoke honestly, "because you returned to me. That is all I could ever ask for." He nuzzled the crook of her neck, and when his teeth lightly scraped the skin, he reveled in the way she shivered. "You are all I could ever ask for."

"That's definitely a lie," she said with a laugh. "Nothing could come between you and volleyball; nothing."

"You are just as important to me as volleyball."

"Sure, I'll believe that when you give up a game for me~"

"I did."

She flinched away to gape at him, eyes wide in shock. "...Does it have anything to do with the fact that you're being disciplined?"

"...Yes." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "An omega disrupted practice. She insulted you, and I..." He coughed into his hand and said nothing afterwards.

Shizuka just stared at him, stunned. While she knew of his distaste for omegas, the fact that whatever he did to Yoshira was due to her absence...

She couldn't help the tears prickling her eyes once again, even if she didn't want to. "I'm sorry. It's my fault. You can't even attend the next match..."

"No." He shook his head fervently, pushing her face back into his chest. "Don't blame yourself. While I could have reacted less extremely, I do not regret what happened. I would never let anyone disrespect my mate like that."

There was that word again: mate. The fear once again made its appearance in her stomach, but Shizuka refused to let it rise and consume her yet again.

"Y'know, if we do end up being mates," she started, "it'll be hard. We'll always get questioned; you'll have a harder time with ruts; and if you go pro- which you probably will- people will always try to get you." She couldn't help but gnaw on her thumb at that thought. "I can't mark or scent you like omegas can. What if you get tired of me?"

Wakatoshi hummed tunelessly, so bad that she couldn't help but laugh. "I like when you scent me. It reminds me that I'm yours. I don't mind that your mark will fade away either; you can simply replace it. And I am also worried about you going to culinary school: many people will likely try to get close to you, and I will not be able to be there to fend them off."

She couldn't help but whistle at the revelation of his worries. "Wow. The great Ushijima Wakatoshi is, deep down, a worrywart."

"So it would seem."

"Even so, would you be okay with that?" she asked, leaning back to look into his eyes. "Are you okay with me?"

He simply tilted his head. "If I wasn't, I wouldn't have asked you to date me."

"...Ah." There was the usual Wakatoshi bluntness she loved so much. But before she could say anything else, he gently took hold of her hands, rubbing the skin with his thumb.

"Shizuka, whether it's a month, a year, or a decade, I will wait however long it takes. All I ask is that I am the one you choose to return to." There was a tinge of uncharacteristic fear in his eyes that made his gaze cloudy. "You asked me if I could get tired of you. I think I should be the one asking you that. My ruts will make things difficult for you. My future career may bring unnecessary pressure on you. My status as an alpha may very well be a burden to you. Even so..."

She tried to shake her head (how could he possibly think himself to be a burden when he's been nothing but a balm to her aching heart), but he stopped her with a swift, gentle kiss to her cheek.

"I like you, Aiumi Shizuka. I choose you. I may not know much about love, but what I feel comes close to what I imagined it to be, because you make me happy. You make me think of a future."

The tears refused to stop now; even if she wanted to, the sobs heaving from her chest failed to cease.

(How did she ever deserve his love? His patience? When all she did was hurt him, he still accepted her with open arms. What did he even see in her?)

But, as if he somehow knew what was going through her mind, Wakatoshi cradled her face in his warm hands, thumbs softly brushing away her tears. He smiled at her; a clumsy, beautiful smile that put a stop to her downward spiral as she basked in its glory.

"Shizuka," he whispered, "will you ever get tired of me?"

Her crying made her voice tremble, but her answer was resolute: "Never. Never in a thousand years."

And she tackled him onto the mattress, nuzzling into his neck, scenting him so much that his chest rumbled in pleasure, arms wrapping around her smaller form to turn her onto her side so as to press his forehead against her own.

"I love you, Toshi," she finally admitted, placing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I love you so much. And I will always choose you, always."

He huffed in relief, returning her chaste kiss with reddened cheeks, before shoving his face into the crook of her neck. He nosed at the skin, close to her glands, and pressing his lips against it. Shizuka shivered in his hands, and he reveled in the reaction, confident that one day, he would feel it yet again.

"Are you gonna mark me?" she asked quietly. He felt her hand slowly run through his hair, playing with the strands.

"Not tonight," he replied, purring at her gentle touch. "But soon."

Spoken with finality, it would be his promise to her. He would mark her and make her his mate.

Soon. All in due time. As they fought against the odds.

Together.

[...]

"Y'know, he's not as pissed as I thought he would be," Yamagata noticed as he drank from his water bottle alongside his friends.

Reon nodded. "Yeah, no kidding. I wonder what happened up there. Sure was a good thing, though. He's not as grumpy anymore, and he actually does well in practice now."

Tendō cackled, but much to his friends' chagrin, he added nothing else to the conversation other than a cheeky "He's a lucky bastard, that one."

But no one could deny the glow that emanated from the alpha as he sat by the coach's side, significantly calmer than before.

Semi sighed and cracked his knuckles. "Well, I better get a head start then."

"On what?" Yamagata asked curiously.

"On writing their wedding song, duh."

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A/N: oh my god this has been in my drafts for forever, I'm so glad it's over with- but I'm also super proud of this!

Also I'm testing the read more rn, rip me

#haikyuu #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x oc #idc if no one reads it #this is cute and I will go down with this

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