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[invisibleimpossibilities]

@shepherdsinthehouse 

[kitasfox]

i am literally obsessed w ur writing and I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW THAT UR REQUEST BOX IS OPEN !!

i wld like to request ushijima and humiliation <3 ( this is my first time requesting and i hve no idea if this is the correct way to request ugh )

side note: pls pls pls only write if u r comfortable with it :)

a/n: I'm your first request 🤧 thats so sweet ahsjjsn ty ty I hope you like this! Don't worry I'm very comfy writing it and it was very fun omg thank you for the request!!

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI + HUMILIATION

THIS POST IS NSFW! Minors do not interact, I bite.

Warnings: humiliation, masturbation, overstimulation, edging, calling "sir", choking, dacryphilia just a lil, degrading

Ushijima Wakatoshi is not a forgiving man.

You knew this, but you should've known better, or maybe you wouldn't have ended up in this situation.

Your hand holding the shower head aches, your legs shaking and burning, your whole body spent- but he keeps going. "P-please, I'm sorry," you try to reason with the man, but Ushijima isn't the kind of man you can reason with when he's angry.

And is he angry.

His olive-green eyes a few shades darker as they never budge from you; it's humiliating to have him watch you like this as you lose yourself over and over again.

It feels vulnerable to have your legs wide open, fingers spreading yourself for him to see, to have your fingers moving over your clit and making yourself cry his name out, even when he isn't even touching you. To have him sitting right across you, hands on the swell of his cock, giving himself some friction every once in a while to suppress a groan.

You can't help but wish it was him instead, can't help but think how his huge hands would feel like roaming over your spent body, how jumping up and down his cock straining his volleyball shorts would make you scream.

The stream of water from the showerhead he controls makes you shake uncontrollably as he tortures you with the constant temperature and strength change, never once letting you tip-off that high you try so desperately to fall from.

Even without touching you, Ushijima has all the power over you, and you have no other choice but to submit.

It's so humiliating, and you love it. Ushijima knows you do; he can hear it, see it, almost even feel it.

"Wakatoshi-" You whimper his name in desperation as he opens the water more; it's too much for you, for your body he's been edging for what feels like hours. Your eyes are dropping slowly, ears ringing and vision adorned with dark spots, but whenever you close them tightly to focus on the pleasure, he stops the water.

"That's not my name." He sounds cold, not a man of many words, but you understand what he means immediately. "Sir-" you try again, watching a cruel smile ghost over his stoic face. He looks pleased. "Sir, please, I'm sorry, I can't take it anymore!"

You squirm, cry tears of humiliation, frustration, and pain, but he wouldn't budge, even when all he wants to do is to fuck you senseless, he wants to make your face contort like that, have your body shake with the constant edging, cause your legs to shake, toes to curl.

But no, you chose this silly little thing to please yourself with, and he's only giving you what you wanted, isn't he?

But it wasn't your fault! You've just been so frustrated the whole day, so needy, and Ushijima was at training, so you had to do something yourself, you never thought he would come in the middle of you-

"Sir, I'm going to cum!" You scream, he turns the water to freezing cold, taking the pleasure away from you just as he had given you. You shake in desperation.

But Ushijima was no better; everything in his day was going wrong, training was bad, his spikes were off, and he wanted nothing more than to come back home to fuck his wife silly. Only to hear whimpers and cries coming from the bathroom, to find you moaning his name like prayer as you tremble and shake on the ground, shower head against your pussy.

"Stop crying and look at me." He orders, but your head lolls forward, unable to keep yourself upright any longer.

You don't even notice his huge figure leaning forward, hovering over your spent body on the floor. His hand wraps around your neck, pushing your chin up, pinning your head on the cold tiles from your neck. "I told you to look at me."

"C-can't!" You whimper, wanting nothing but to hide your face, and knowing this only makes it more amusing for him.

When he chuckles, Ushijima's not surprised to see you clenching at the sound.

"What, or is my baby embarrassed?"

You shake your head, helpless eyes locked into his predatory ones. It's the look in his darkened eyes that has another whine falling from your lips.

"Of me watching you touch yourself?" He whispers, voice falling an octave lower and making you let out a breathy moan. You feel his hand slowly making its way to your pussy, a choked gasp audible when he touches your abused clit. "Of you sobbing like a baby because you can't even make yourself cum? Wishing it was my cock in you instead of your fingers?"

Even his hand is merciless, drawing harsh circles on your already overstimulated clit, the burn as painful as it is pleasurable.

"Please," you whisper under his hold, "please let me come, sir."

Ushijima likes it when you beg. He loves it when you cry.

"Oh, I will, darling, don't worry." He smiles, tilting his head as if he's about to kiss you, pulling his fingers back from you to his mouth, smiling at your widened gaze. He can't taste you as much as he wishes he could because of the endless stream of water, but the choked breath you let out and your embarrassment alone is enough for his cock to twitch in his shorts.

"If you want to act like a slut, of course, I should treat you as such."

[joonciaga]

a/n : ↱ if ur just seeing this, hi! this is a social media au, this part just doesn’t have a setting online♡. 

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐎 ↱ namjoon’s is a famous producer and rapper signed to etc ent. recently, yn signed and is soon gonna debut under etc ent. namjoon is known for being very hardcore and a little rude sometimes. when yn gets put together with namjoon to work on her album they are at each others necks til someone breaks.

mono | part 17 | au masterlist

You entered Namjoon’s apartment with a gift in one hand, and the other your laptop case, Mia right by your side, soon disappearing somewhere. Right away your eyes meet Namjoon’s and the loud bass music fills your ears. “Hey! Happy Birthday, again.” The awkwardness visible in the tension, due to the last thing that happened when you too were in each others houses. 

“Thanks, again.” He flashes his dimples. You hand him his gift and he smiles even more. “Thanks,... I’ll put it somewhere special… By the way, if you wanna start studying now, my rooms on the last door in the hallway.” He gestures towards the hallway. 

You nod as a thanks. “I think I’ll be social for now, thanks though.” You both walk away out into the crowd. You right away spot Mia talking to Yoongi and Hoseok by the island in the kitchen. 

“Woah, girly I thought you were supposed to be studying.” Hoseok says. 

“What? I can’t say Happy Birthday and be social for a bit?” You sassily say. 

“Okay, Okay, Calm down…” He responds, putting his hands up in defense. 

“Mhm… “ You roll your eyes, shifting your weight to your right leg. 

“Okay, anyways… You need a drink… Let’s go.” Yoongi grabs your arm and leads you to the bar. 

“Nooo, I don’t im 20, it’s not even legal for me to--”

“You know, damn well, you drink, you’re a fucking college student.” He laughs. You laugh along with him. 

“I need to do work, Yoongi.” 

“Yeah, you also need to stop focusing on school, you have a career now.” You let him do whatever he wants and just give in to his orders. He pours you tequila, which you cannot handle, over ice. “Drink it, fast.” He hands you a lime and you already know what to do. 

“That's... “ You feel a little tipsy already. “That.. strong, and that’s enough.” You get out of his grip and head to Namjoon’s room, knocking before going in to finish your essay. 

“Come in!” You hear Joon’s voice answer. 

Gripping your laptop case, and turning the knob you spot Namjoon’s face, seeing him getting his phone from off the charger. “Are you busy, I don’t wanna bother you.” You say to him, getting ready to leave.

“Uh no, I was just getting my phone don’t worry about me.”

“Oh, Okay.” You say he exits the room and slightly close to door. The tension between you too still kind of bothers you. Not sure where to sit at, you kind of look around, exploring with your eyes only. You automatically can see that Namjoon is a plant and plushie lover. There's bright green plant, hanging from the ceiling, and a ryan plushie on one of the shelves. You spot his desk, which you ever saw until and decided to finally take a seat. You put your laptop on the desk and begin working.

On the other hand, it’s only 7 and people are already getting drunk, you can hear Hoseok's loud laugh from Namjoon’s room. You laugh at the thought of him. 

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By now, it’s 11:45 and you’re stressed out by now. You moved to Namjoon’s bed to be more comfortable, hoping he won't mind. You’ve deleted your first body paragraph over ten times. And when you decide to keep it how it was from the beginning, Google Docs decides to crash and don’t work. Yoongi was right, you need to stop worrying about school and just stop going in general. 

For the first time in hours, you get up on your feet and decide to social to gain some energy. But at the same time as you open the door and walk out of the room your body collides with Namjoon, you’re guessing.

“I’m sorry, are you o-

“D-do you need help? You look really tired.” He read right through you.

“Yeah, honestly,” You sigh

“Don’t worry I majored not only in Music, but in Literature, what’s the issue.” He walks over to his desk to see your laptop isn't there, but onto his bed.

“Oh I.. um.. Layed there for a while because I was uncomfortable… I hope that wasn't a problem.” You shyly say, playing with your fingernails.

“Oh, no, I have no problem with it, as long as your fine.” He crashes down onto the bed next to your laptop and pats the spot next to him. “Come on,” Since when have you guys gotten this close? You follow his orders and move your hand along the trackpad to get your laptop out of sleep mode. “What’s the issue?” 

“Well…” You explain to him what your report is about, which is basically why Biomolecules are important. Your literature professor and Biology professor decided to do two grades in one, which you thought was really easy until you got around to doing it. 

Namjoon finishes explaining the structure of the body paragraph you should go for and you finally understand what you were missing. You gasp loudly and laugh at your rookie mistake. “Thank you so much.” 

“No problem,” Namjoon smiles. “Go ahead and finish, I’m watching.” That made you shift a little, maybe too much.

“Uh, okay…” By the time you’re finished typing the body, which was ten sentences, you see Namjoon sound asleep. “That was fast, you say to yourself.” You try and get up to go out and socially before hitting submit on your assignment, but Namjoon’s arm pull you back down, which surprised you a ton. 

“Y/n… Can we talk?” His voice was low and raspy. He sits straight up and looks at you, waiting for a response. 

“Um.. about?” You ask, sitting down too.

“You know… “ He sits a little closer to you. "Us?"

"Us?" You repeat.

"Yeah, I mean… you still haven't given me an answer and it kinda sucks waiting weeks, knowing you have an interest in me.. and it's mutual yet, you arent mine." His voice got lighter, and he sounded unsure of himself.

You awed and blushed at his smooth yet shy words. "Namjoon… honestly, I was too afraid to tell you how I felt… you're my first boy-"

"Love?" He completed your sentence. "Oh…" He then says, noticing you were about to say boyfriend. You were about to say something but he just shushes you. "No need to talk, I understand, Yn." He engulfed you into a hug. Proud that he understood you, you smiled and deepen the hug. Making you to jump, Namjoon’s phone alarm goes off and it says 12:00AM. “It’s time to open gifts now, wanna come with?” He says.

You nod and you both stand up onto your feet. He holds his hands out and you both link hands and walk down the hallway until you get to the dining room, where everyone is. 

“There he is, I thought you ran away.” Jungkook says towards Namjoon, but his eyes are shifted towards you, by Namjoon’s side.

“I could’ve but… I had to solve some issues.” He smiles

“Okay, first gift is from….” Jungkook flips the box around to look for the tag, noticing it's your box, you shift your weight to your left leg. “Yn!” He says. “Open it, hyung.” He hands to gift to him and begins to unwrap it slowly. 

Namjoon begins to open the gift and smile creepys upon his face as he sees what it is. 

“What is it?” Hoseok says, as if he doesn't know because he helped you pick it. 

Namjoon begins to laugh as he says, “It’s another Ryan.” Along with everyone. “But it’s mine…” His eyes shifts towards you.

[skaia413]

Ur submit box isn't open,,

Hm I thought it was! U can pm it to me? Let me check if it's opened tho

[penpursuiits-a-blog]

*whispers* ur Submit box isn't open, so I can't send that Valentine's Day meme app thingy :(

Try now!!I actually thought I had my submit open this whole time!