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Ushijima nsfw scenario when he gets a mysterious box during his vball tournament, but after he opened it he know who sent it.. (the box filled with lacy lingerie, some sex toys and chocolate for valentine day) his wife already back from her bussiness trip and missed her hubby's cock lol, is it okay? thanks :))

I’m just thankful this request didn’t ask for a sex scene lmao I’m not confident enough with Waka to write NSFW for him yet :/ ANYWAY Thanks for the request ya dirty mouthed lovely ;3 -Admin Satori

Ushijima Wakatoshi: NSFW-ish

Blood pumping through his veins, heart pounding in his chest, adrenaline making his senses hyperaware of everything around him. This tournament had been going on far longer than it needed to - and frankly, he was surprised he wasn’t more frustrated with the back and forth of it. If he was being honest, though, his body didn’t seem to be tired in the least.

Though he knew the reason for that.

You’d been out of the house for almost a week. A whole week he hadn’t seen you, hadn’t been able to touch you, hadn’t kissed you, hadn’t heard your voice without the help of a cell phone. Sure, the two of you used face time now and then, and Skype when either of you were near a computer… But honestly, did that even count as seeing you? As talking to you? As feeling you there with him?

Obviously not.

Because he was feeling immensely pent up leading to this tournament. You wouldn’t be back home for a couple more days - and Ushijima felt like he was going insane.

So he took it out on every set his way, slamming the ball down in a seismic spike, making everyone around wonder if he’d just set off an earthquake. At this point in the tournament, no one on the other team even tried to save the ball from his attacks - they’d all but dive out of the way if he even dared to target one of them!

The sound of a shrill whistle pierced his heated fog, snapping him back to reality and looking over at the ref who’d motioned the timeout called by the other team. Ushijima let out a heavy sigh and went to the bench to freshen up - he took his towel from the bench and wiped his face, rubbing at his eyes specifically, mentally berating himself for being so aggressive.

It wasn’t their fault you were so far away.

“We’re going to switch you out for a bit, Ushijima.” The coach gave his player a warning glance when Ushijima looked ready to reject the statement. “This is just a game - you’re practically ripping them apart.”

“The point is to win.”

So curt with his answer, it almost seemed like disrespect. But the coach knew better. So he waved off Ushijima’s valid point, “The point is to try your best, and have fun… Not scare the other team from ever playing ever again.” He shrugged, “This isn’t Shiratorizawa, Ushijima… We don’t attack the other team, we have fun here.”

That seemed fake, and like a lie, it felt like they were working together to get Ushijima off the court. But at this point, his muscles were aching. Everything he’d forgotten about on the court was suddenly catching up to him the longer he stood still.

When Ushijima didn’t make any move to sit down, the coach chuckled, “You’ve already won us the game, Ushijima… You’re a bit too heated right now to be of any use, so just go… cool off in the locker room.” He nodded in the direction of the locker rooms, “One of the assistants said you had a package waiting in there anyway. Might as well go see what it is.”

Ushijima’s eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the coach, his constant stoic face turning a bit darker than usual with his displeased frown. He didn’t like being replaced. He didn’t like being brushed off. He didn’t work his entire high school career in his volleyball skills just to be push aside. But the coach’s word was final - no matter how calmly and gentle the direction was given, it was an order.

An order Ushijima sighed before following. He took his towel and water bottle, his walk to the locker room more frustrated and irritated than anything, more of a stomping sulk than his normal gait. He was upset. Of course he was upset. He was just told his current technique at winning the game was too aggressive, too much for the other team to keep up with. What was the point if they didn’t show off their strength? If they didn’t prove their fortitude?

But he knew the coach was right. He was pent up from you not being with him, he had all this feeling inside his chest that he hadn’t been able to let out since you’d gone.

That didn’t stop him from pushing open the locker door roughly, or stop the door from slamming against the wall from the force. He flinched at the loud bang, but quickly brushed it off - it wasn’t his concern what happened to the building. Not at the moment, not while you weren’t in his arms.

Sitting on the bench in front of his locker was a medium sized box. Though, from just looking at it, Ushijima knew the container was much larger than it needed to be. Probably to give it priority as to pull him off the court. Maybe to throw off anyone who’s curious as to whats inside - as usually larger items are harder to make seem there was no tampering involved. He frowned as he approached it, tossing his towel on the bench behind it, setting his bottle on the floor.

It was nicely colored, at the very least. Bright pink with white polka dots - definitely a surprise it was meant for Ushijima, as he tended to stay in neutral, if not, dark colors. It was definitely for him though, for after untying the white bow on top, he found his name written in beautiful script across one of the flaps. He hadn’t seen it before, the handling of the box to the bench had made the ribbon slip over his name.

He recognized the writing though. It was yours. Something he really liked about your skillset, you had beautiful handwriting. He’d leave any writing of his part for you to handle, while you let him handle anything in the kitchen, as he was the better cook. An odd trade off, but there were many when he married someone so polar opposite of him.

Ushijima felt his insides warm at the thought of you sending him something. The large box was obviously a red herring, and he found it amusing that you’d spend the little extra cash to use a bigger box - though at the same time, he’d have to remind you that money was meant for your shared bills, not random gifts during your business trips. He already knew you’d blow it off, probably distracting him with something much more pressing of keeping up with married life, maybe you’d prod him for children for the billionth time.

It’s not that he was scared of children, or even how they would turn out… It was more having to do with how he would be as a father. Looking at his own father as an example, at his mother for a bigger example, he didn’t have high hopes for himself.

Pushing those thoughts aside, he opened the box.

And almost choked on his own tongue.

A pair of lacy panties lay on top. Pristine, as if they hadn’t been jostled in the delivery of the package. Which only meant someone had been careful with it, knowing what was inside…. Had you come by without his knowing?

His fingers delved into the box, pulling the panties off the rest of the items beneath - though he caught the scent of them. You’d worn these panties. Recently. He sniffed them, pulling them close to his face, feeling his body heat at the smell of your very familiar scent. Your arousal.

Were you home? Did you go home, and think of him? Soaking these panties before delivering them to him? Why? What was the point? To drive him mad?

Ushijima let out a shaky breath, setting the panties off to the side within the box, feeling his heart pounding in his chest now for a different reason altogether. Excitement. Too easy to rip off of you if he’d seen you in them. Maybe that’s why there were in the box now, so he didn’t have the chance to completely ruin them. When it came to you in sexy clothing, Ushijima had very little self control.

Metal clicking had Ushijima’s usually stoic expression breaking into a smirk; A pair of handcuffs, locked together. Just begging to be on your wrist. On his. Connecting one of you to the bedframe while the other drove them wild. He was an endurance man, so it took you quite some time to get him worked up enough to beg, and you… well he could tease you for a single minute and you’d beg for him to let you finish. Your look of need, of desperation, open lips and lolling tongue would forever be seared into his memory.

Maybe the two of you would need a second honeymoon soon. Just the two of you, whisked away to be alone, maybe for a whole month or two…

There were a few items in the box that he didn’t really understand why they were in there. A vibrator, for one, wasn’t much of a surprise. The two of you liked experimenting, or really, he liked using toys on you. Anything that wasn’t his fingers or cock usually produced the lewdest expressions from you since they weren’t what you wanted, but definitely something you’d moan for.

Though, what confused him the most, was a large bar of chocolate - Hersey’s with a red package… Where did you even get this? Valentine’s day wasn’t for a couple more months… Had you saved it since last year? He’d have to tell you why hoarding dairy products without refrigeration wasn’t the best idea… He’d have to use the liquid chocolate from the fridge to show you why it was better. The chills that would erupt across your skin, from the cold or his warm tongue he wouldn’t really be sure, or the way you’d complain about being sticky - but how you would jump at the opportunity to lick him clean of the liquid chocolate, even though you’d wind up with more on you than in your mouth.

Quite the smörgåsbord of sensual things you’d thrown together. How long had you been planning for this? Did you just think of it on the way home? How long had you been waiting for him at home? He picked up the last item in the box.

A simple card. White except for the red lipstick kiss pressed onto the front. Touching the kiss, he pulled his fingers away to see red on his fingertips. You’d literally just gotten a white card, and kissed it, before using it for your message. Ushijima slowly inhaled, realizing it was his favorite shade on you. Well, it was his favorite shade on you before you’d smear it all over his cock, smudges on the side of your lips that matched the smudges along his shaft and around his base.

He opened the card, trying not to get too lost in memories of your lewd acts, of his on you. But the contents of the card didn’t help his endeavor. A picture of you. Wearing the lacy panties that were now bunched in the box, a matching lacy bra that left very little to his imagination. Not that he had to imagine anything from you - he’d taken his time in learning your curves and dips and insides in his own time during your honeymoon. You were a well known beauty to his muscle memory. Though, your pose in the picture, kneeling on the bed, knees spread wide enough that he knew he could fit between, one of your hands in your own hair while the other held a finger to your smudged lips, hooded eyes that just had his insides boiling with anticipation.

Come home, I miss you~

Before he really had time to think about his attire, the game, or even how rude it was to leave without notice, Ushijima was up, grabbing the box and leaving the locker room.

You were home. And you were waiting for him. There was no way in hell Ushijima would leave you wanting for long.

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