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wttcsms · 7 months ago

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ match my freak !!

ᝰ.ᐟ the two of you are private not secret, but when the media starts to speculate that the two of you are no longer together, neither of you are too happy. the best way to get everyone to stop with the breakup rumors? posting something a little bit nasty to the feed to satiate everyone's curiosity. (fem!reader)

featuring tobio kageyama, atsumu miya, tetsurou kuroo, wakatoshi ushijima, tooru oikawa, rintarou suna content contains breeding kink (atsumu, wakatoshi), pregnant reader (wakatoshi), famous!reader (changes depending on scenario), creampie (tetsurou), hatefucking (not really, you + kuroo just like to antagonize each other but the attraction is there), scratches on his back (tobio), hickeys (tooru), wet n messy (rintarou), possessive!character x possessive!reader (the two of you are obsessed with each other ok), social media references lol author's notes i'm definitely doing a blue lock version, i'm just seeing if this is a popular premise lol <3 based off this original concept !! these are just silly little drabbles for me to warm up to the idea of writing again haha

౨ৎ TOBIO KAGEYAMA

your fans are speculating: that you and kageyama have broken up. fans are recording footage from you on your latest tour and claim that you're "clearly disassociating" and "somewhere else mentally" when it comes to singing your iconic love songs. you and kageyama have always kept your relationship private because he's not a very open person to begin with, and you don't want to give the media more material to misconstrue. you know that kageyama hates when some random person will annotate your verses on genius lyrics and try to make the claim that your innocent metaphor is you wanting to jump ship and leave kageyama. and you hate how it's your own fans who are making wild accusations of you no longer being with the man all your love songs are about.

you posted: kageyama, with his back turned to the camera so all that fills your camera is the surprisingly broad expanse of his muscular back and shoulders. he's not even flexing, and it's obvious that he's a world-class athlete. he's facing the closet, trying to find a shirt to put on, and it would be a semi-innocent photo, the pinterest-perfect photo inspo for every private not secret relationship out there, except for the fact that there are clearly faint, red lines — scratches — running down his back. you caption the photo with a "monday morning 🤍" (your insane fans spam the comment section to exclaim how they knew you two were still a thing... and to speculate that this photo is somehow an easter egg for an upcoming song/album. well, they're right: you two will always be a thing, and tobio dicked you down so good last night that you could write him a whole album.)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"fuck," the word slips through his gritted teeth, and you can tell that your tobio is still upset about how your fans seem divided. half of them claim no one could ever make them hate tobio (you find those fans to be absolutely adorable), and the other half...

well, the other half are making slideshow posts to audios that go "some boys take a beautiful girl and hide her away from the rest of the world" and the ones that seem to go viral are always the ones that feature you and tobio.

"not hidin' you away." he mutters, never slowing down his thrusts. he admires the expression on your face as he fucks into you, his ego pleased with how receptive you are to his every movement. he has you speared on his cock, your tight little cunt full of him, your eyes getting so adorably teared-up because he's just a little bit too much for you to handle. tobio isn't good with words; he thinks you're the most beautiful girl to exist, but he can't verbalize it. so he just takes in your sweet, fucked-out face, the reaction only he's capable of drawing from you, and it all gets so overwhelming for him.

he has to bury his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your body wash as he continues to bully his cock into your soaked pussy. "why's it bad if i want to keep you all to myself?" he's practically whining, and you think this would be so cute if only you weren't currently chasing after your release. or rather, tobio's forcing you to cum, whether you want to or not. it's not like you can stop him; tobio devotes himself to always ensuring that you finish before him. he likes the satisfaction of knowing only he can take care of you, and he especially likes the way his cock looks with you creaming all over it.

when he gets like this, all you can do is cling to him, your arms wrapped around his muscular build. when he gets rough with his thrusts, when his body gets just the slightest bit sweaty from the exertion (evidence of just how much work he puts into fucking you), you have to dig your manicured nails (the set he paid for) into the skin of his toned back. otherwise, you'd lose your grip, and your hands would slip off.

tobio relishes the slight stinging pain of your nails scratching down his skin. but the scratches aren't enough. he needs to make you cum. when you get so caught up in your climax, you start clawing at him as you lose control. he loves the scratches you leave on him; it's proof that he's yours just as much as you are his.

౨ৎ ATSUMU MIYA

haters are saying: that you're just using atsumu for content. you're a gold digger. you're not genuine. you're not "wifey material." spectators are claiming that atsumu is playing worse than before because he's too "pussywhipped" for you. well, he likes to cheekily admit to you that he is addicted to your pussy, but they're wrong about everything else. obviously. however, the haters are feeling very vindicated whenever they see atsumu hasn't been posting you as much. (you're traveling for a new vlog series on your page, but no one knows.)

he posted: a mirror selfie. which isn't breaking news. atsumu miya always breaks the internet when he posts a mirror selfie because the only thing worse than a hot guy is a hot guy who knows he's hot. no one is a stranger to the sight of a post-workout, sweaty, shirtless atsumu, who flaunts his tight abs and muscular thighs with a steamy mirror selfie. but this photo? this one is going triple platinum. it's going down in history. this selfie is taken in dim lighting; the curtains in the background are drawn shut, he's got one hand gripping his phone (making the phone look tiny in his big hand), and he's got one arm wrapped around you. it's not an innocent hug, though. he's cupping your ass, and the phone in front of his face does nothing to shield his satisfied smirk. you're clad in nothing but lacy lingerie from a designer who loves to sponsor you, and you're clinging to his side, almost like you can't even stand without his support. it's clear that the two of you definitely were... appreciating the work your favorite designer put in when they created that lacy set.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"what do you think?" you're smiling at him, knowing damn well what he's thinking.

atsumu looks up at you, reflexively licking his lips as he takes in the sight of you wearing a new set of lingerie that you just got delivered. it leaves little room for imagination, and the material looks so delicate, atsumu is already thinking about how he'll have to apologize to the designer for ripping it off of you.

"i think I'm the luckiest man alive right now." atsumu is shameless in the way he's admiring you, the way the setting sun still peeks through the curtains, enveloping your body in a delicious golden glow as you inch closer and closer to him.

in a matter of seconds, he's pulling you on top of him, placing wet, sloppy kisses over any centimeter of your skin he can reach. when you make a move to slip off the panties, he protests.

"leave 'em on f'me, baby. please?"

he fucks you with you still wearing the lingerie set. your breasts are spilling out of the bra, and all he did was move your panties to the side so he could stretch you out with his cock.

"fuckin' idiots, tellin' me you're not good enough to marry. i'll show 'em what a good girl you are, right? gonna put a ring on your finger, and make you my wife." he's fucking his cock into you, making sure that your cute cunt knows who it belongs to. "gonna fuck a baby into you, sweetheart. no one's gonna say shit about our family, huh? 'cause i won't let 'em."

your cunt clenches up so nicely with every comment he makes that atsumu knows he has to make all those pussydrunk promises come true.

౨ৎ TETSUROU KUROO

the tabloids are posting: paparazzi photos of you — the socialite daughter of the man who owns the msby black jackals, and jva's promotion division's golden boy, tetsurou kuroo. it's late at night, and the two of you are clearly leaving a party celebrating the success of another eventful volleyball season. you're wearing the iconic ysl heels with a black mini-dress that honestly should be called a micro-dress. your hair is a mess, you're walking like your knees are struggling not to wobble, and walking three steps behind you despite his longer stride is kuroo; his tie is crooked, his cheeks are flushed, and he has a grin that says something like i just fucked one of the richest bratty heiresses in japan, and i left her wanting more. the amount of blind items that are allegedly alluding to you and kuroo are being spread all over tiktok. one reads, "this sports club heiress was seen exiting a party with this semi-known marketing mastermind who works in the sports industry. apparently, they couldn't keep their hands off each other, and no one can recall seeing them together during the party; everyone only caught glimpses of them running away from the festivities together."

you posted: a photo slideshow on instagram of your absolutely iconic outfit from the party, only these photos were clearly taken before the party. your hair is done, your makeup is perfect, and your caption states don't believe everything you read. the last slide is a screenshot of an online headline speculating about your "new man" with a photo of a grinning kuroo from that night. the reason why this makes everyone go insane is because you're no stranger to a scandal — this is, however, the first time you've ever addressed a headline.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"hurry up," you hiss, your eyes darting from left to right as you make sure no one is nowhere near the secluded corridor kuroo somehow managed to find.

"y'know, i thought girls were supposed to like guys who don't blow their loads prematurely." even when he's bullying his cock into your slicked up cunt, savoring the way your sensitive walls are clenching around his dick, tetsurou has a very annoying habit of still sounding entirely in control. for someone who can't keep his hands to himself when it comes to you, he's irritatingly great at playing nonchalant.

but he's just a man, after all. he might tower over you, his large body shielding you from any prying eyes, and he might know your body so well that he can bring you to completion twice (once with his fingers curling against that special spot of yours, and another one so rudely wrung out from you when he slid his cock in your orgasm-recovering, overly sensitive pussy) in just the fifteen minutes he's been toying with you tonight, but you know that he must be feeling something. you saw him shift his pants the moment his eyes met yours from across the room, when his eyes travelled down your body and followed the way your dress emphasized the curvatures of your body.

"if you don't finish right now, i'm not going to let you cum inside." you threaten him, trying to steady your voice as you bite back a moan. it'd be a major issue if the two of you got caught, with the volleyball association's golden boy being buried balls-deep inside a sports team owner's bratty daughter.

with every sharp snap of his hips, kuroo is only forcing more slick to come gushing out of your pussy. he can't even take the time to admire the white ring you left around his cock; he's too focused on chasing after his release because he didn't get to where he's at by not being opportunistic.

"if i cum inside, you have to keep it in your panties the whole night. you wouldn't want that, would you?" he sounds a little breathless now, his pace quickening as his thrusts get sloppier. he's smiling at you, that damn annoying smile that makes you want to roll your eyes or insult him. but your body betrays you. his grin only widens when your pussy tightens up at the idea of having his cum soaking in your panties while you interact with people at this party. a dirty little secret shared only between you two.

he lets out a breathy chuckle at your body's betrayal. "okay, princess. since you want it so badly, i guess i better give it to you."

you could practically cum again the minute you feel the warmth of him finishing inside of you. you're a spoiled brat who gets what she wants, and while you refuse to admit it, you want him. all of him.

and he's going to give it to you.

౨ৎ WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA

the media is going crazy over: the fact that ushijima is the type of person who doesn't clarify anything because he just assumes that everyone can read his mind. he's blunt, sure, but he's not really the type who does much explaining. after the first game of the season, an interviewer asks him if he enjoyed spending the off-season with you, his girlfriend and one of the most beloved, fan-favorite WAGs of all time. ushijima stares straight into the camera as he states in his usual deep, flat rumble of a voice, "the off-season was successful, but she isn't my girlfriend anymore. thank you." and then he just walks off, like he didn't just drop the most insane piece of information ever?

he posted: a photo of an ultrasound that was clearly taken out of his wallet since it's thrown on the table in the background. he's holding it in his left hand, and the overhead lighting is reflected from the silver wedding band he's wearing. now that he's off the court, he's able to wear it. in typical ushijima fashion, there is no caption, but a picture is worth a thousand words. you're not his girlfriend. you're his wife, and soon to be mother of his child.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"mmph — 'toshi!" you squeal out, your calves burning from the stretch as your beloved wakatoshi has your legs bent and spread for him. he's just so big that you'd never be able to handle all of him, and yet, here you are, bent into a mating press every night since the two of you have gotten married. you try to beg him to slow down, but words escape you as he buries himself into your pussy, letting out a deep, guttural groan as the warmth of your cunt coats his cock. there's no better feeling than this.

even if you could request for him to slow down, it wouldn't have mattered or made much of a difference. your husband has a one-track mind. when wakatoshi is set on a goal, it's hard to break his focus until he sees it to the end. and right now, wakatoshi's goal is to fuck a baby into you, to see you round with life because of the seeds he planted.

he's hunched over you, abs tightening and flexing with every sharp inhale of breath he takes. he's gonna fuck himself empty, going to keep filling your cunt with his seed 'til he's shooting blanks. his eyes glance at the ring he put on your finger before returning to admire your blissful expression and the way your body seems to have gone boneless from all the fucking he's had you endure.

"just a little bit longer." he manages to say, before forcing his cock in even deeper. "just have to make sure it takes."

౨ৎ TOORU OIKAWA

everyone is claiming: long distance relationships never last. when oikawa makes the shocking announcement that he is no longer a japanese citizen, everyone immediately wondered what that meant for the future of your relationship. does that mean it's over? officially? if oikawa is leaving behind his hometown, then by default, is he leaving you behind too?

he posted: a photo slideshow, only most of the images were clearly taken by you. the first one is of him driving; the two of you are in his convertible, and he's wearing a white button down with most of the buttons undone. on the stark white of the shirt are kiss marks; the imprint of your lips lined with cherry-red lipstick are all over the material of his shirt and on his freshly-tanned skin. the other photos are of what you two ate for dinner, the sunset from the beach, and a selfie of you two looking more in love than ever. fans are quick to point out the massive hickey on your neck, and tooru tags you in a reply to the top comment that points it out, and he's saying "you missed a spot babe." you reply back, "i ran out of concealer because you gave me too many to cover"

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"i missed you," your boyfriend mumbles into your soft skin. tooru can get so clingy when he goes long periods without seeing you, and you indulge him because he's tooru. he's got his face buried in the space between your shoulder and neck, and his breath is warm against your skin as he speaks.

"everyone is saying i'm abandoning you, but that's not true." he whines.

"i know, baby. i don't care." you laugh softly, absentmindedly playing with the soft strands of his hair. he settles into you, and it's almost sweet, until he starts nipping at your skin.

"tooru, what are you doing?" you can't find it in yourself to chastise him too harshly, but you do have to restrain yourself from pulling back.

"jus' want to show everyone that you're still my girl." he peers up at you, licking his lips. "you'll let me do that, won't you?"

tooru bites and sucks at your skin, sharp canines grazing your soft flesh. he sucks at your most sensitive areas while he works his fingers in and out of your gushing cunt. when he pulls his fingers out and holds them up, so the sunlight can shine and really highlight how much of your juices is coating his digits, he smiles. his girl gets this wet just from him marking you up?

as he sucks on his fingers, relishing in the way you taste, he can't help but be happy to know that no matter how far away the two of you are from each other (for now), you're still his girl.

౨ৎ RINTAROU SUNA

your fans are telling you: suna doesn't care about you. suna doesn't put forth any effort into your relationship. suna literally streams on twitch during the off-season yet he can't seem to ever post you?? suna doesn't deserve you. suna—

suna is a lot of things, but nothing like the deadbeat, ashamed boyfriend allegations. in fact, all your well-meaning fans are so far off on how he treats you that you and him get a good laugh from the outrageous conclusions they've jumped to.

you posted: a photo of rintarou with his head on your lap, and you've got your fingers playing with his hair. it's a sweet photo, really. except for the fact that you decided to pair it with an audio that's a snippet of a song that goes "he's so pretty when he goes down on me" and a caption that reads this song is so relatable 🤍

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

anyone who thinks rintarou is a selfish lover, a lazy lover, someone who merely tolerates you or is ashamed to be with you... they clearly don't know either of you very well.

because even when he's exhausted from practice, rintarou comes home craving you. craving your sweetness, your warmth, your love — and your pussy. he's obsessed. rintarou suna loves to eat you out, and he does it with such passion, such enthusiasm, that it's hard to refuse him, even if he's been going at it for the past hour.

your juices are leaving a stain on the bedsheets, and your slick is coating your inner thighs. it doesn't help that rintarou is messy with his technique. he needs your legs spread for him, granting him easy access for him to just dig in. he's still in his practice jersey, and when he feels your grip loosening from the strands of hair you're tugging at, he'll slow down his pace, calming down to just tiny kitten licks while he peers up at you.

your head is thrown back in pleasure, and your hips have a mind of their own as they still jut forward, as if trying to bring your cunt impossibly closer to him. no need for that, really, seeing as how he craves to bury himself in your warmth, to suck on your cute little clit and have you humming all over his tongue.

"rinnie." you whine out, still subconsciously bucking up your hips. he smiles before resuming his original ministrations, gluttonous and greedy with how sloppy and hungry he is with you. if you're still capable of talking, then you're not too fucked out to not allow him to get his fill.

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weixuldo · 6 months ago

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A Champion's Game

timeskip!ushijima x f!reader

Wakatoshi claims a win for Japan in the 2021 Olympics and you are able to witness his greatness on and off the court (established relationship)

word count: 6274

cw: fem!reader, fingering, Oral (m&f receiving), unprotected sex, cursing, P in V, they're v horny, minors dni

A/N: to my regulars who r here for vader and ani content- im sorry- something possessed me to write this after seeing one too many volleyball ads on the Tokyo subway tvs haha- will get back to ani stat (next fic is alr in the drafts hehe)

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A deafening slam rang through the Olympic stadium as one of Japan’s monster generation players dealt the final (and winning) blow.

The crowds were silent for a moment, taking in all that had happened- painstakingly long, intense rallies for God knows how long. Both the Argentinian and Japanese teams scored unbelievable points with both teams using their versatile and skilled players in just the right way.

The match was stressful and every player was wearing down by the end but in the last moments one player unexpectedly stepped up.

Ushijima Wakatoshi- a man of few words and even fewer mistakes- was the one that ended the match with one of his famous spikes.

The arena bursted into a thunderous applause as Ushijima’s feet landed back onto the court below him.

His chest heaved in exhaustion and beads of sweat trickled down his forehead- once he realized he secured an Olympic win for his team he threw his left fist into the air and yelled out in celebration as his teammates swarmed him in excitement. But his olive eyes darted toward the crowd in search for the very reason he was able to muster up the energy to score.

You.

You were sitting pretty close to the court as you were sitting with the families and special guests of the other players. Originally you weren’t going to make it to watch Ushijima at any of his Olympic matches- your job didn’t really allow for long periods of leave and earlier in the year you had taken time off to visit relatives.

So a few months back when Wakatoahi told you the match schedule, you sadly shook your head and told him you wouldn’t be able to make it. Of course he was a little upset but he understood that your career was as important to you as volleyball was to him.

He did well not to show you how much it upset him, but after dating the guy for years, you could tell he was down. And rightfully so- you wanted to be there for one of the most important matches of your boyfriend’s career.

So for the weeks leading up to the Olympics, you had sneakily been networking a way to be able to come- every night after Wakatoshi would fall asleep, you’d slip out of bed to make phone calls, send emails, and work overtime on some projects that needed to be done.

You weren’t even sure if all of the extra work would pay off to allow you to go, but you did it nonetheless- at least it gave you a chance.

It wasn’t until a whole week after you dropped Toshi off at the Airport with a deep kiss that you got the glorious email from your boss allowing you your time off.

You sped home and hopped onto your computer to book a flight; since there was so much air traffic due to the iconic sporting event there weren’t many tickets left, but you found one for the next day…

His last game.

The flight would get in right as the game started and after you factored in going through customs and getting a taxi there- it put you a little over the halfway mark; you reminded yourself that it was better to get there late then to not show up at all.

The whole flight you prayed that you wouldn’t be too late so once the plane docked you were sprinting to customs and ordering an Uber in line.

It had been a long 24 hours to say the least, but at least you made it.

And oh was it worth it.

Once you got to the stadium you had a little bit of trouble getting to the VIP/ Athlete reserved space but thankfully Iwaizumi was walking by and let you in.

“I didn’t expect to see you here” the spiky haired man chuckled as he gave you a quick hug.

“Ushiwaka has really been pouting about you not being able to come for weeks”

You blushed as you thought of your big strong boyfriend brooding in the corner at practices while everyone else raved about the upcoming games.

“Yea, I’m honestly surprised, myself. I really didn’t think my boss was gonna let up” you admitted as Iwazumi walked you to the reserved section.

“Well the match is pretty tight- but either way Wakatoshi will be thrilled to see you” he said before heading back to the coaches.

The section was filled with other players’ significant others, families, and even a few of the older ones’ kids.

You quickly recognized Bokuto’s sisters as they excitedly motioned you over to sit with them- the Bokuto’s were always so inviting.

The three of you caught up briefly before the game entered its final moments- you excused yourself and walked straight up to the barrier between your section and the court so you could watch more intently.

On the court, Ushijima felt his body wearing out- sure he was used to long matches but the stress and exhaustion of this match created was finally catching up to him. It wasn’t until he saw his excitable teammate look to the stands to wave at his sisters that he also spared a glance.

There was no reason for him to look at the section since he had no one to look for, but he thought seeing some familiar faces might give him more motivation.

He felt his heart skip a beat once his tired eyes landed on an all too familiar figure. No one would have known how excited he was because of his usual stoicism but once he demanded the next balls be sent to him his teammates all began to realize.

Bokuto was the first to notice your arrival because you were sitting with his sisters but once Hinata realized the reason for Ushiwaka’s reinvigorated spirit, he loudly let the rest of the team know that they needed to toss Ushijima the balls. It was no secret to his team that your boyfriend was enamored with you and would become even more focused when you were around.

Especially now, Wakatoshi was determined to win the match and show you just how hard he had been working recently, so he did just what he said he would.

He won the game.

And that’s where you were now, waiting in the stands with your hands over your heart as you watched your victor celebrate with his team before closing the game with the traditional respects to their competition.

As soon as he could break away from the team he was running towards the stands with a wide smile on his usually stoic face. You waited in electric anticipation as he crossed the court for you- his taught muscles pulling, his hair bouncing, his tight jersey… he looked so damn good.

Once he reached the barrier you leaned down and reached out to him. Breathlessly, he kissed the back of your hand and held it to his face, making your heart flutter.

“My Love”, his deep voice rang; raspy from hours of shouting.

“You came.”

If you weren’t his lover, you would have missed the slight glaze of his olive eyes, a sheen of emotion only you could evoke.

“I couldn’t miss it, Toshi” you smiled, making his heart race.

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Ushijima had never rushed off a court so quickly; he almost seemed to teleport to the showers right after the match.

The media might have tried to dig up dramatic romance stories with Ushijima as the main star but there was no doubt that the silent opposite hitter was enraptured by you.

No media outlet could replicate the amount of love that spilled from the photos of your reunion outside the locker room.

He exited the lockers with the others, but immediately made a bee-line for you, pulling you into a warm embrace. Before you could even congratulate him, the brown-haired man had scooped you up into his strong arms and slotted his lips against yours.

You gasped against him but gave in nonetheless; the adrenaline must have really been pumping through his veins because he had never been so forward in public. Once he finally broke the passion fueled kiss, he kept a strong hand on the back of your head as he rested his forehead against yours.

He smelled of his timbery body wash and natural musk that you inhaled greedily, his olive eyes still shining brightly as you placed gentle hands on the sides of his face. You had never seen him so happy.

“You did so well, baby- I’m so proud of you” you smiled as you pressed another kiss to his curved lips.

He was just about to respond when he was cut short by an exaggerated wolf whistle from Atsumu Miya. Usually Ushijima would grumble out of annoyance when his eccentric teammates would begin their teasing, but he genuinely couldn’t care less today.

He gently placed you back onto your feet and returned to his normal stoic expression once his teammates approached; he readied himself for a bit of small talk with a large hand still snaked around your waist.

“Hey hey hey, You must be pretty damn proud of your wonder boy, huh?” Bokuto smiled from behind the blonde man.

“I definitely am, but I can’t say I’m surprised, '' you said before smiling up at him; Ushijima’s eyes had returned to their usual indifferent state, but softened ever so slightly when he looked down at you.

“He’s been practicing really hard”.

Ushijima did smile at that.

“But all of you guys did really well, I can tell that you’ve been working on your jumps, Hinata-san, your accuracy has improved a lot since the last match I saw you in Miya-san. Oh! And Bokuto-san- You always have so much power behind your spikes!” you smiled as the small group of guys in front of you basked in your compliments (especially Bokuto).

Hinata blushed at your compliments while Atsumu thanked you; Bokuto on the other hand was getting a little too excited- asking you about his performance and how it compared to others. His enthusiasm didn’t bother you since you had known Koutaro for years but the silent man behind you was becoming a bit peeved.

Wakatoshi wouldn’t consider himself a jealous individual, but when his teammates were in front of you basically basking in your sweet words (words that he wanted for himself) he was becoming impatient. In the midst of this conversation he realized that he didn’t even know how long you’d be able to stay since your work was so stingy- then he really wanted to go.

He wanted to celebrate this victory with you, savor your company, make love to you. Basically anything but still be here.

Ushijima was about to excuse the two of you when the other teammates came out of the lockers and friends, family and press came from the other side. Soon he was separated from you and flooded with congratulations and compliments from not only his teammates and their families but also people he didn’t even know began shoving microphones and cameras in his face. In the midst of his excitement and adrenaline, he completely forgot about the post game panel he was definitely going to be asked to be on. He clenched his jaw and calculated how quickly he would be able to get it over with.

You didn’t mind waiting for him, after all this was his big day and he deserved all of the recognition he got, but you did know that he wasn’t the biggest fan of all of the fanfare. Once he was rushed into the after-game panel (which you also forgot about), you waited on the sidelines with the other teammates to watch.

“So Ushijima, we saw you wearing down about ¾ of the way into the match but then at the very end you seemed to perk right up, hitting point after point! What reinvigorated you that late into the game?” a tall reporter with tortoise shell glasses asked.

The cameras were on Ushijima again; he sat up straight and nodded before pulling the mic closer; soon, his deep voice rang through the speaker system.

“Someone very important to me showed up unexpectedly.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his blunt response; the media always tried to get headline interviews with him but he really just wasn’t much of a talker.

“Any elaboration?” the interviewer almost begged.

Ushijima thought for a moment before shaking his head, “None. That is what happened”.

Defeated, the interviewer moved on to the next reporter’s question.

Once the panel concluded, Wakatoshi really just wanted to find you and go to his hotel but when he exited the room he was met with a lobby full of people eager to converse. He was running out of energy (energy he wanted to save for you).

Ushijima sighed when he finally spotted you across the room talking to Bokuto and his black haired friend from highschool… What was his name again?

Nevermind. He needed to be alone with you.

As he approached the three of you he finally heard your sweet voice.

“Ahhh I’ve heard great things about that shonen! How do you like-”

Your eyes widened when you felt the familiar sensation of your boyfriend’s strong arm pulling you close to his chest.

“Toshi! There you are!” you squealed, squeezing his forearm.

“I was just asking Bokuto-san if he had seen you when Akaashi showed up! You remember Akaashi-san right? He was the setter for our highschool’s volleyball team when we were all at Fukurodani!” you smiled.

Oh, yes- Akaashi Keiji, Bokuto’s boyfriend.

Ushijima gave the other silent man a curt nod, “Hope life has been treating you well, Akaashi.”

“It has, I see you have been doing well too. Congratulations by the way- you really are amazing on the court” Akaashi said before the other volleyball player began to pout.

“Babe, you still think I’m just as amazing right?” Bokuto whined. Akaashi playfully rolled his eyes before turning to the buff man beside him.

You watched the pair for a moment before you felt Ushijima tighten his grip around your waist- you knew his social battery was running out and that he was getting overstimulated. You turned towards him to see his pupils begin to dilate at your sudden attention.

You brushed his cheek with your soft palm before pressing a tender kiss to his chest, “I know baby, we’ll leave right after this”.

Ushijima hummed in response, he loved how well you could read him. He spent most of his life being misunderstood and making matters worse when he tried to explain; but it was just like a whole different world when it came to you.

You exaggeratedly looked down at your watch before announcing that you didn’t know how late it had gotten. You bid the couple farewell before your boyfriend trailed you towards the private exit.

He took your black backpack from you and slung it over his shoulder and held your purse with his free hand; he was always so thoughtful.

Ushijima scanned the area to make sure there would be no more unwanted attention to disturb you and him; once he concluded you were in the clear he bent down to press a kiss to your temple as he gently held your head closer to his lips.

“I’ve missed you so much, My love” he sighed into your soft floral-scented hair.

“Where’s your suitcase?” Ushijima stopped to ask before exiting the facility.

“I just have my backpack and purse” you shyly smiled hoping your routine oriented boyfriend wouldn’t scold you for forgetting the necessities.

But much to your surprise he just nodded, “No problem, I’ll take you shopping later”.

God, sometimes you forgot your boyfriend was a world famous athlete (with a world famous salary).

Once you reached his private car, he tossed your bag in the back before opening the car door for you. His warm hand rested itself on your thigh once he was situated next to you in the black leather seat. The driver paid no heed to you and Wakatoshi as he kept his trained eyes on the busy street in front of him.

With the hotel so close in reach, Wakatoshi felt his excitement (and something else) growing once more- now that he was away from the crowds and with you.

Ushijima hadn’t even imagined how after the game would go if you were here because he was so sure you’d miss it. He supposed that he would just go back to his room, call you and then go to sleep, but now that you were here, he had no plan at all.

All he knew was that your thighs were tensing with every brush of his hand and your nicely manicured nails were subtly clawing at his bicep. He hesitated before looking towards you because he knew exactly what expression was on your pretty little face and he didn’t know if he had enough self control left to hold himself back.

Like the answer to a prayer the driver pulled into the circle of the hotel the athletes were staying in- Ushijima thanked the man and helped you out of the car before discreetly tucking his growing length into his waistband.

You barely had time to marvel at the fancy hotel before your eager boyfriend was ushering you into the elegant elevator. He pressed the 11th floor and took his place by your side; of course he was eager, but he still had the decency to not go too wild with the risk of being caught.

He snaked an arm around your waist and gave your ass a tight squeeze as he exhaled shakily. The elevator dinged and soon you were at your floor- Ushijima basically carried you to the room, key card ready to open the heavy wooden door. Once inside he shut the door and turned to you with open arms; you knew what he wanted and gladly complied.

You jumped into his arms and wrapped your legs around his waist as he ran his desperate hands up and down your body. He hungrily kissed you while you raked your fingers through his hair.

“I’m so fucking proud of you, Toshi” you breathed into his kiss making him weak in the knees.

Wakatoshi took a moment to admire your flushed face and all at once he felt his high returning to him. His team just won their final Olympic match. He scored the last winning points. You were there and witnessed the whole thing.

You were here.

He just won an Olympic match.

Nothing could bring him down right now.

He was brought out of his hazy thoughts once you began grinding your hips against his. He drew his brows together and groaned as you drug your manicured nails across his broad shoulders.

Soon he had you caged under his expansive figure; lying on the plush comforter of the large king bed, you relished the overwhelming heat radiating off of your boyfriend’s large frame.

Ushijima felt every muscle in his tired body begin to tense as your burning touch traveled the expanse of his sculpted body.

“Missed you so much” he panted into the side of your neck between greedy kisses and bites.

His light brown hair was soft between your fingers as you lightly tugged the loose strands. He moved his attention to your clothed breasts as he pawed at the soft mounds through your tight shirt.

“I can see that” you giggled as you lightly caressed the underside of his thick cock through his sweats.

“But respectfully, Toshi- I think I missed you more” you said with a slight smirk as you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed him down onto you so that his bulge was flush against your pulsing core.

His eyes shut and he breathed out a small “shit…” as your skilled fingers worked to undo his bottoms. As soon as the tie was undone he was quick to shove the pants down.

Your breath caught in your throat as you clearly saw his thick long cock straining against the stretchy fabric of his boxer briefs. God how was Wakatoshi even real?

Before you could finish drooling over the sight of his massive bulge, he had your bottoms off too. You had worn a matching set because you knew that no matter which way the game went, you’d still be seeing your lover today. Funny thing was that the match was so early that it was barely noon and you were already getting to it.

Wakatoshi sat back on his haunches and just admired the sight before him. The large man’s chest heaved as he watched the damp spot on your panties begin to widen with every passing moment. If you didn’t know better, you would have thought he looked concerned, but you knew he was just taking everything in.

“Baby…” you cooed as you slowly sat up to meet his eyes.

He quickly snapped out of his daze and tightly grabbed your hips; he kneaded at the flesh slowly but sensually, slightly running his callused hands up your waist. You couldn’t help but moan as one of his long fingers ran under the waistband of your panties, just to pull it back so it snapped you harshly.

You yelped and squeezed your thighs closer together making Wakatoshi groan.

“Take your top off.” your stoic boyfriend demanded in his usual flat tone, as if he were asking you to pass the TV remote.

You bit your lip at the sound of his deep voice and quickly discarded the top. Your plump breasts were now on display for him to enjoy, though they were still being cradled by your fancy bra. A bra that was part of a special set Toshi bought you for your most recent anniversary- you really knew just how to drive him crazy.

He leaned back down so that he was hovering above you as he slowly began to suck the exposed region of your left tit. You breathed his name so naturally as he skillfully unclasped and removed the tiny garment.

“No fair~ I wanna see you too” you fake pouted as you tugged on the bottom of his shirt, to which he responded with a grunt of acknowledgement.

Soon he was pulling off his tight white shirt in a swift motion over his head, before tossing it into the growing pile of discarded clothes. You were quick to run your nails down his tight chest with a glint of mischief in your eyes, “much better”.

Wakatoshi dawned a rare smirk and shook his head, “you’re such a needy girl, aren't you”.

With an innocent smile you nodded your head and batted your pretty lashes, “Jus’ want you Toshi”.

He exhaled through his nose and eagerly attached his lips to the soft skin down the column of your throat making you gasp.

“Baby- don’t bite too hard, what if we have to go out later” you exclaimed, thinking about how the team might want to celebrate their victory later.

Your boyfriend mumbled something into your neck before moving down to your breasts, he licked the sensitive buds before sloppily taking a tit into his mouth and palming the other with his strong left hand.

His attention had you squirming under his hold, arching your back unintentionally. Wakatoshi could read your signals like no other, so he took the opportunity to snake his free hand around your waist and pull your hips closer to his throbbing dick. He was slick with pre already but didn’t want to give into his urges just yet; he needed to pleasure you first.

Soon his kisses moved southward; eventually he had your panties in between his pearly teeth and he slid them down your smooth legs. You groaned as the cool hotel air hit your core and your hand immediately grasped Wakatoshi’s bicep.

Wakatoshi felt an unbelievable wave of lust take him over as soon as he laid eyes on your pretty pussy. His dick twitched and he gave an experimental lick to your dripping core; he held an iron grip on your thighs as he shoved his whole face into you.

You moaned at the feeling of his straight nose bumping against your sensitive bud and skilled mouth lapping up your juices.

Wakatoshi’s arousal pooled in his stomach as he slid his tongue between your folds collecting your essence. He devoured you as if he were a man starved; grinding his hips into the mattress below him every once in a while to release some of his building tension.

Ushijima was a simple man with simple pleasures and nothing- nothing-in the world made him happier than pleasuring you. It was pornographic the way he buried himself into your dripping core, grunting against you everytime you squeezed your thighs around his head.

“Mmph- T-Toshi, feels soo good” you moaned as you squeezed your eyes shut and tugged at his hair.

Your praise earned you a deep groan from your boyfriend who swiftly inserted two digits into your slick hole in hopes of more blissful reactions. His cock throbbed as you swiveled your hips so that his fingers reached deeper into you.

“Gonna- gonna cum baby- Toshi aahh” you squealed as you came around your boyfriend's thick fingers.

Wakatoshi moaned as he happily lapped up your juices and clamped your thighs in his iron grip. Your body shivered with the echoes of your orgasm and before you could catch your breath you felt the warm lips of your boyfriend slotting against yours.

“You taste amazing, My Love” your hulking boyfriend groaned against your lips.

You clawed at his broad back before he rose to his knees to take in the view of your flushed face and marked body under him.

yYour lust returned all at once when you laid eyes on his painfully hard cock; it was so heavy that it was struggling to stand up, thick veins bulging with every subtle movement, dark tip and angry red just dribbling with pre-cum.

You salivated as you observed the twitch of his large, circular balls each time you raked a nail down his meaty thigh. You needed to please him- you eagerly sat up and took a seat on your knees, face to face with his angry cock.

Ushijima wasn’t naive, he knew what that position entailed, but he couldn’t help but lightly tease you, “What're you doing, Honey?” his low voice grumbled.

“Just giving my Olympic victor a proper reward- is that alright with you?” you shyly smiled, batting your lashes at the man towering above you.

Wakatoshi was at a loss for words as you kitten licked his sensitive tip before pressing a trail of burning kisses along his shaft, and finally lightly suckling his aching balls. Without warning, you returned to the main event and swallowed him down in one swift gulp.

A guttural moan ripped its way from your boyfriend's throat as he balled his fists.

Wakatoshi felt lightheaded as he took in the sight before him; the love of his life sitting on her knees before him, praising him for his victory- sweet lips usually reserved for tender kisses, making a mess of his throbbing cock.

You had been with Wakatoshi long enough to know just how to rile him up; there was one vein in particular that ran up the bottom of his shaft to wrap around the left side that always throbbed the hardest. Initially you lightly followed it with the tip of your tongue to get his breath to hitch.

“Baby~” he exhaled in a low groan as you gently squeezed his sensitive balls with your dominant hand.

The vibrations of your moans and whimpers on his cock shot straight up his spine making him lurch forward and grip the mahogany headboard of the hotel bed. His wrists shook as he leaned over your back and bowed his head, getting a perfect view of your arched back as you continued swallowing his length greedily.

He groaned with a low rumble at the sight; placing a large hand over his face and slowly dragging it down until it only covered his mouth. God- the image of you on your knees for him was enough to make him cum right then and there.

But no. He needed to hold it a little longer.

The enticing globes of your ass jiggled as your thighs clenched together in anticipation; so how could Wakatoshi not land a hard smack on your ass?

You whined on his dick and felt his tip strike the back of your throat suddenly, making you gag a little. Ushijima couldn't help the smirk that landed itself onto his flushed face. He settled his left hand tightly around the base of your throat as you pulled yourself off of his pulsing cock with a loud pop.

Before you could realize what he was doing, Wakatoshi pulled you into a deep and messy kiss- not many men would want to taste themselves on your lips, but Ushijima always thought that was trivial. He loved you and all you did and had been doing was for him- why would he not kiss you?

As he pulled you closer, you reached back in between his thighs to grip his meaty cock to continue your previous agenda.

“Feels so good~” the low timbre of his voice shot straight to your core as he praised you against your lips.

“Mhmm, does it Toshi?”

He nodded before tensing and gently shoving you onto your back against the stack of pillows at the head of the bed. You landed lightly with surprise at the sudden movement; what was that for?

Your questions were answered as you observed your boyfriend sit back onto his heels with a pained and concentrated expression. His breaths were shaky and shallow as he fought the urge to cum; he gripped the sheets for a few seconds before slowly releasing the cloth once the feeling subsided.

You giggled at his state- “What’s goin on baby?” you teased.

“Need to be in you. Now.” he stated with a demanding tone as his olive eyes shot open- pupils almost completely dilated.

Instead of verbally answering you pounced onto him and wrapped your arms around his neck as you slotted your tongue against his, panting with each brush for his strong hands.

“Shit babe- Let me go get a condom” Wakatoshi groaned as you began to pump his cock again.

He gently released his grasp on you and started for his bag when you called out a pathetic “wait”.

He immediately turned to you, brow slightly raised; “What is it my Love?”.

“D’ya wanna do it raw?” you shyly asked, plating with the rings on your manicured fingers.

Ushijima thought he must have been dreaming, “Pardon?”.

“Do you want to fuck me raw, Wakatoshi” you stated with much more confidence, as you caressed your breasts for his viewing pleasure.

Your words went straight to his dick because a thick gush of pre came dribbling out of his sensitive slit. Something in him snapped and he succumbed to his animalistic desires; before you knew it he was balls deep in your tight pussy, thrusting in and out with all of his might.

No matter how many times you had him, Wakatoshi’s size was always an adjustment; he was just so big, so thick, so heavy. It was always a feat to stretch out enough to accommodate his sheer girth, but you did it everytime without fail. And without fail, everytime felt like it was the first time he was fucking your tight cunt.

Ushijima’s grip on you was sure to leave bruises tomorrow, but today- you give any fucks, you just needed him to keep hitting that spot deep inside of you- that spot no one else could reach.

“F-Fuck Toshi!! t’s soo good- Oh my Godd” you moaned as your eyes rolled back.

“S’ tight for me- gripping on me so tight” Wakatoshi grunted as he struggled to pull himself back; your greedy cunt just sucked him in too far.

“You liked watching me play today, huh?” he huffed as he slowly pulled himself out so that only his tip was left inside.

“Y-You're my champion baby- s’ proud of you'' you nodded as you clawed at his biceps.

He smirked and sank back into your warm, perfectly molded pussy with a guttural moan- “It was all for you, My Love. A-all f’ you” he promised into your ear as he resumed his earlier pace.

“I-I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum Toshi! Oh fuck! shit-” you started stammering once he snaked his skilled fingers down towards your clit while still mercilessly thrusting in and out of your messied hole.

Wakatoshi’s thighs began to tremble and he knew he was at the end of his rope; he was pushed further once your walls began fluttering and clenching around him from your orgasm.

You came with his name on your tongue and arms around his neck as you pulled him flush against you. Nothing felt better than this- Wakatoshi couldn’t handle it anymore and wrapped his strong arms around you and began wildly bucking his hips into your tired cunt as you squealed into his neck and held on for dear life.

He became sloppy as he felt his heavy, sensitive balls began drawing up in anticipation; “My L-Love, I’m going to cum- fuck- I’m cumming- I-I’m cumming” Wakatoshi moaned into your ear as he tried to pull himself out of the tight grip your pretty pussy had on him but for the first time in a long time, he wasn’t quick enough. Soon he was babbling apologies as he spilled his warm seed into your fucked out pussy.

“I’m sorry, I-I couldn’t pull out. I’m so sorry” he wailed as his hips continued to involuntarily buck up with the remnants of his orgasm passing through.

“It’s ok Toshi- It’s ok, feels so good- so warm” you babbled as your exhaustion took hold.

He took a minute to catch his breath before gently pulling out of you; he cringed as his sensitive dick finally exited your warmth. Once he was out you whimpered a bit at the empty feeling before you felt him begging to clean you up with a towel.

“I hope I wasn’t too rough, Dear- I’m sorry” he said, gently wiping his spend off of you.

“No no- It’s ok Toshi, I liked it” you sleepily smiled.

Once his worries subsided, Wakatoshi pressed gentle kisses to your peaceful face.

“Thank you, My Love- thank you for everything” he said softly.

You only hummed in response and waited patiently for him to return to your side. Tiredly, you turned over to rest your cheek on Wakatoshi’s large chest but as soon as you laid down his phone began to buzz crazily. You knew he didn’t have notifications on for anything except messages and emails so that definitely had to eb the Olympic group chat.

He was about to silence his phone when you asked him what the boys were talking about. You smiled to yourself as you watched your boyfriend’s face return to its usual neutral scowl while he read the flood of texts.

“They want to go out tonight to celebrate.” he said with no detectable emotion.

“Oh that's fun! What are you going to wear?” you asked eagerly, wondering what fit he would choose tonight.

But instead of answering he just quirked a brow, “What do you mean? I’m not going.”

You shot up in shock with an exaggerated gasp, “Not going?! Toshi you just won your Olympic match and you aren’t going to celebrate with your team?!”.

“No. You are here and I want to spend time with you.” he stated very matter-of-factly.

“Baby. I love you and I think it’s so sweet that you want to spend time with me- but you HAVE to go out” you whined pawed at his tight pecs.

“But-” he began.

“But nothing! You earned that win and you deserve to celebrate”.

He sat silently for a moment, mulling over how to get you to let off a little, he just wanted to spend time with you.

“They want to go out tonight but it’s already 5 pm” he said.

Now it was your turn to think.

“Ok, tell you what- how about I go with you and we take five minutes to chill, take a shower and then take a nap until we have to get ready to go out. We were probably going to get a few drinks tonight anyways, right? And this way you have an out if the party is getting too hectic- you can just say I flew in late and am sleepy. How does that sound?”

That was a solid plan, how could he say no to that? He hummed in agreement before placing his phone back down, drawing you close, and shutting his eyes for a moment.

Ever since you entered his life the year after your high school graduations, everything in his life shifted. The immovable force that ran his life- the force so trained on volleyball and success was suddenly derailed ever so slightly. Now there was you; with your random interests, your beautiful smile, your tenderness, your heart. And suddenly life had more meaning; he had a reason to get up in the morning, a reason to get better, a reason to work on aspects of himself outside of his athletic performance.

A reason to love.

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Hello haikyuu fans who gave me a chance :) I mainly write Star Wars content but ngl being in Tokyo has made me get back into haikyuu lol- little secret I had a “secret” 10k plus anime tiktok acc back when anime tok was trendy in 2020- but dw I wasn’t one of those fans haha// toshi has always been my #1 animated man

Thx for @toshisdecadence for getting me inspired to finally write for toshi :?

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joy-girl · 2 months ago

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Why is everyone looking insane in this episode lmaooo they're so dramatic, I love them!!!

I am crying laughing, Kageyama you look like an evil gremlin here shshakdnsk 😭

#ICONS!!!!!#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#guya watches haikyuu #ushijima wakatoshi #hinata shoyo

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luvnami · 5 months ago

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kairismess · 1 year ago

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the best way to heal. – ushijima wakatoshi x fem!reader

🏐 genre: fluff with a dollop of angst.

✒️ word count: 1289

💭 summary: you broke it off with your good-for-nothing ex, and while managing the volleyball team distracted you for a little bit, the pain still subsisted. that was until the most unlikely of boys to help cheer you up and forget your problems helped made you feel the one thing no other boy or lover you've ever has had: truly loved.

💗 special mentions: @zdenque @xoxo-cha

❗content warnings: mentions of starvation and self-deprecation. reader discretion is advised.

you tried to keep your tears in and smile your way through the searing pain left in your heart as you involuntarily reminisced the phone call between you and your ex, the one where they broke it off with you so coldly that it didn't feel like you two spent nearly all of junior high and the first two years of highschool together. you couldn't say anything to keep them, all you could do was choke back your tears and mumble out that you hope they'd do okay with their life, even without you.

a part of you felt like that was a huge lie, though. how could you wish someone who you loved dearly a good life they don't even want to spend the rest of it with you?

that's just the way things go, though, you thought to yourself as you rubbed at your eyes to keep the tears from spilling out. tendou and semi once caught you sobbing to yourself when you were getting the mops in the storage closet, you couldn't stomach it when they asked you what was wrong, if you needed anything, or if something happened. despite knowing and feeling the unrelenting pain in your chest and throat at the thought of it, you had to lie, it was second nature to you to mask up your feelings.

it wasn't just them, though—nearly everyone on the team caught on to the changes in your behavior, many of them were asking you to please take a break if you weren't in the right headspace, but you always insisted that you were fine, just a little... a little tired, was all. you sat down on the bench, absentmindedly taking notes about things you couldn't even process, your head being empty except for your ex's voice popping into your head every now and then, reminding you that they didn't want to stay with you anymore. you stopped writing and let out a shuddered sigh, a few tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

"...you don't seem fine, are you fatigued?" asked a low, rumbling voice from next to you. you turned to look up at them, with wakatoshi staring back at you with his iconic neutral expression and sharp gaze. you smiled at him awkwardly, telling him you weren't, well... maybe just a bit, mentally, but you promised him you'd be fine. he blinked in response, putting his water bottle down, sitting next to you on the bench, watching the practice match from the sidelines with you.

this wasn't really like him, he usually was on the court unless coach washijo would call him out for something, he never stayed to warm the benches; and it was a good thing too, because with all his bulk, you really felt like he had the capacity to break the bench cleanly in half if he tried. you twiddled with your thumbs, not looking at him, despite how eye-catching the big boy was. he turned his olive eyes down to look at you, noticing how silent you've been, as the others have pointed out. "...are you hungry?" he breaks the silence with that question, bearing his gaze onto you, not tearing his eyes away from you for even a second.

you couldn't remember the last time you ate, nor the last thing you ate—you did have some nights when you'd cry yourself to sleep, forgetting to eat dinner, and you couldn't even remember if you ate your breakfast that morning... you were too torn up and distracted by the overwhelmingly painful feeling in your heart at the fact you weren't wanted anymore by the person you loved most. you winced and shook your head reluctantly, but your stomach growled out for you, begging to have something in it.

you grew embarrassed at how loud your stomach was being, but wakatoshi saw no problem with your body having needs. to him, your body was a wonder; not in the sense of attraction or desire, but rather, your body was beautiful the way it was. you were enough to wakatoshi, and it left a bothersome feeling in the pit of his stomach that you couldn't see yourself that way.

the boy got up and went over to get the food he packed this morning. he came back with a full bento box that he himself picked out in the cafeteria, it was packed with protein-filled foods, your favorites, in fact. "eat up." he uttered with a throaty voice, looking at you as you shyly took the box and utensils from his hands. he took his seat next to you, keeping his eyes on you the whole time, watching you until you opened it up to eat. "but... this is your food, ushijima..." you murmured, bashful at the fact that he gave you his food. "...so?" "so... i can't eat this..." "...unless you don't like it, i won't force you to eat. but you need to eat, you're growing. and... it's the least i can do for you." he murmured, moving a little closer to you.

you felt your face grow a little hotter at what he said; and despite it being hard to find the appetite to eat after what happened to you... you didn't want to keep him nor your stomach waiting, so you thanked him in a shy mumble, with him nodding in response, watching you eat small portions of his food, gradually eating more and more, while the tears you were holding in starting falling down. the sound of your sniffles and your chewing blended together, with you not knowing if you wanted to cry or eat first. wakatoshi didn't mind that you cried, he honestly didn't know what to say or do else in this situation, so he handed you his extra water bottle and towel to clear your throat, replenish your fluids, and to wipe your tears.

he was silent, but he cared. he cared about how you were doing, even if it took him a long while to muster up the courage to make the first move. he was never the type to get all overly fussy or loving towards someone, let alone someone he was supposed to respect as his manager and colleague, never as anyone else; but you weren't just somone else to wakatoshi.

you were someone wakatoshi enjoyed being around. you were someone wakatoshi wanted to see smiling. you were important to wakatoshi ushijima, and through his little gestures... he made it known to you that he wanted to make you happy, even if he didn't know why you were sad or if he could be the boy to make that happen.

it was a strange feeling, to be given the first good taste of something after having such foul tastes in your mouth after the breakup. it hurt to think about, but knowing wakatoshi did something special, albeit ordinary, for you... it made your heart a lot lighter. you drifted your glistening eyes to him, and you swore you saw a hint of a smile on the usually stoic boy's face. it made you a little warm, seeing him look at you like that—but you can't, not when you're recovering from a heartbreak...

"...you're adorable when you eat." "ah, th-thank you..." "i might get more portions for you next time, just in case you forget to eat." "you don't have to, though..." "but i want to." he spoke in such a raspy voice, one that used to intimidate you, but now... kind of made you feel a flutter in your chest as he stared down at you, his sharp gaze not looking threatening, but instead... quite comforting.

you can't possibly be falling for him, though... could you?

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13a07s · 5 months ago

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As You Wish #1

(Wakatoshi Ushijima Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to ari]

Requested by: Not Jesus

Word Count: 5,089

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Nick Names: Baby, Darling, Good Boy

Mentions of Drug Abuse

Slight Size Kink

Ushi being a Hip Dip King

Mutual Masturbation

Hickeys

Degrading/Praising

Subby Ushi

Titty Fondling

Techniqual Titty Shot (?)

Part Two Coming

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Ding.

The soft sound and the vibration of my phone on my leg pull my eyes away from the movie playing on the flat screen. The yellow Snapchat icon stands out against the image of my siblings, my nephew, and me. My eyes flicker up for a moment, checking the time. Ten twenty-one. Maybe Iwaizumi finally sent his streaks.

Once my phone is unlocked, it's proven to me that my brother's best friend isn't the one to snap me. "You know," Tooru starts, warming up the tantrum he's about to throw. "I'm watching this chick flick because you asked me to."

"You're watching the movie to have sallow heart-to-hearts with your fan girls over it," I grumble, hovering for a moment before clicking open the snap-text.

Waka| Are you currently awake?

I roll my eyes at the guy's properness. Would it kill him to try getting into text culture? Probably.

Me| Ya

I can't even click out of the chat before he texts back.

Waka| Will you still be awake in sixty

| minutes?

Me| That's a specific time limit

Waka| I need time to get home and shower.

Me| It's late, traffic won't be bad

Me| Where are you this late anyway?

His bitmoji pops up a few times as he carefully crafts his text. Whatever he was writing gets thrown out and replaced by a picture being sent instead. I shrink further into the couch, turning away from my brother before opening Wakatoshi's snap.

I swear I can feel my pupils widen as I happily drink in his photo. He's sat straight on a bench, his legs on either side of it and clenched tight like he's trying to choke the seat out with his thighs. Wakatoshi's shirt is off, showing off the physique he works so hard to maintain. His right arm is shown off too, stretched out as he runs a towel through his soaked hair. My mouth waters with the want to lick the sweat off every one of his perfectly maintained muscles.

His face is as set in boredom as the words typed across the picture.

Waka| I'm at the gym. Can I come over

| after I shower?

Me| Come over and do what?

Waka| Preferably I would like to have sex,

| but if you don't wish for that I

| would be happy just sleeping too.

Me| You do know sleepovers don't fall

| under the Sneaky Link agreement

| right?

Waka| I thought we were Friends With

| Benefits. A good night of sleep is

| the greatest benefit in life.

Me| We're not friends

Me| You have sixty before I lock the door

Waka| I have a key.

When I finally look up from my phone, Tooru's eyes are bearing into me, a cocky smile on his face. "Who sent you a 'you up?' text?"

"It wasn't a 'you up' text," I murmur, making sure to face my phone down in my lap. My brother hates Ushijima. Literally loathes the man. The only person he hates more is some kid named Kageyama. When the two of them landed at the same college, I was convinced Tooru was going to forgo his top-pick college for second-best just because of the guy.

"So, if I told you my plans at eleven fell through, you wouldn't be mad?" He baits, carefully watching for my reaction.

"Nope."

"I should probably head home."

"Ya, probably."

Luckily for the two of us, our mother agreed to pay for off-campus housing as long as we managed to get at least one scholarship. So, we both have small off-campus apartments about three blocks from campus. Also lucky for us, Mom agreed to rent out an apartment for each of us instead of sticking us into the same renter. Tooru's place is only a floor up from mine. Close enough to be comfortable but far enough away that we can live our lives separately.

"I can't believe you're letting a dude named Waka pipe you," Toru pokes, standing up from the couch to stretch out his limps.

My cheeks warm for a second, replaying the conversation between Ushijima and me. My brother couldn't have seen anything too bad, seeing how I turned before opening the photo and talking about sex. However, the thought of Tooru finding out who exactly Waka is scares me and brings more embarrassment than the thought of him reading my texts. "Says the guy that hooked up with a known coke user last night," I finally manage to stab back.

"Touché."

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I wait a few moments after the knock to open the door, not wanting to seem too eager for Wakatoshi's arrival. It's not like it'll make a difference since I never know what he's thinking, especially about me.

My breath hicks when I get the door open. There he stands, looking down his nose at me, as intense and as bored as ever. My hormones instantly jerk, sending sparks through my veins at the sight of his sweatpants and a loose graphic tee. It has to be illegal or at least immoral for a man to look like Wakatoshi. "Hi," I greet, slowly tugging my eyes back up to meet his.

"Hello." Father Winter slides his nails down my spine at the sound of his voice. Deep, rich, always so certain. "There are two plates on the table," Wakatoshi points out, his eyes wandering around the house as his hands focus on clinging to the strap of his bag.

"My brother was over. We had dinner and watched a movie."

"Is he still over?" The question is light, almost cautious as it's asked.

"He left earlier."

Wakatoshi hums, the sound just as deep as his voice and just as quick to tease the lust brewing between my legs. "I'm spending the night."

"Are you asking or telling me?"

His eyes jump back to me, abruptly ending their trail. "I'm telling you."

"Okay," I murmur, widening the door so he can make his way in. He breezes past me, sliding his arm between my stomach and the door. My breath hicks again from the small touch, getting me a quick glance from Wakatoshi before he closes the door. The soft clicks of the locks don't help me any.

A million scenarios race through my head as he turns around and looks down at me again, head tipped and eyes sharp. Sharp enough to slice straight into my core. "Are we having sex tonight or just sleeping?"

"We're having sex," I mutter, trying my best not to let my eyes trail down to his sweatpants again. I swear the imprint of his dick is as set in my head as it is in his pants. This man is going to be the death of me.

"Alright." Wakatoshi moves forward, his hands sliding under my arms to pick me off my feet. "Is this alright?" He asks, settling me on his waist. "I saw it in a movie Tendo took me too. The woman seemed to enjoy it. Are you enjoying it?"

"Ah... ya," I answer, wrapping my legs around his sides before settling my arms around his neck. He nods in understanding, his hands slow and uncertain as they slide down to hold my hips, his thumbs pressed into the dips marking the center of my hips. No matter how many times we hook up, I don't think he'll ever get completely comfortable touching me.

"I had a bad day," Wakatoshi tells me, his steps slow and steady as he makes our way through the house.

"I'm sorry," I breathe out, nudging his jawline with my nose. He gives in, tipping his head to the side so I can start brushing kisses against his throat. They start out light, little butterfly kisses against the warmth of his skin, letting my senses drown in his scent. Cinder and a hint of leather, the same scent that coats the interior of his car and his dorm room.

By the time my bedroom door is creaking open, my mouth is sucking on the delicateness of his neck with my teeth gently teasing his skin. Despite my eagerness to litter him in hickeys, I know how much shit he'd get and how upset Wakatoshi would be about it.

Before I can pull myself off of him, I'm let go and dropped from his arms. Fear of slamming into the ground flickers through me, chased away by the softness of my bed enveloping my fall. "What the hell?!" I yelp, adjusting my placement on the mattress.

Wakatoshi blinks at me for a moment before going back to unslinging his bag from his shoulder and resting it on my dresser. "There is no need to shout. If you wish to be picked up again, simply ask. I don't mind."

"You can't just drop me like that! What the hell gave you that bright idea?"

Again, he stops moving, slowly blinking as he stares at me. "I could not have taken my bag off while holding you. I assumed your bed would be the most comfortable place to rest as I settled in. Why are you still yelling?"

My anger settles down at his explanation, finding reasoning in it. "Next time let me know you're going to drop me. Don't just do it."

"As you wish," he murmurs, turning away from me to dig through his bag. I let myself relax, my back pressed against the headboard, my legs stretched out on top of my sheets, and my head hanging to press against the wood I'm using to support myself. "Take your clothes off," Wakatoshi softly orders, his hands already busy pulling his shirt over his head.

I think over his request for a moment, toying with the hem of my pajama shirt. "Or you could take my clothes off."

"Alright," he agrees, carefully folding his shirt before placing it on his back. Little things like that are what had me convinced he was a robot the first time we met.

Once his t-shirt is squared away, Wakatoshi makes his way over to the bed, the mattress dipping under his wake as he sits on the edge of it. His hands find their way to my hips, his thumbs finding their way to my hip dips like they always do. It pushes into the spots harder for a second, his eyes glued to his fingers, before sliding them across again, this time toying with the end of my shirt.

"What are they called?" He softly asks, letting the silk material slip over his fingers. Wakatoshi's fingertips move gently but the calluses on them rub roughly against my skin.

"What is what called?" I murmur, letting my eyes flutter closed. I soak in the feeling of his hands, drowning in the comparison between the feel of them and the gentle actions they gift me. They inch their path, almost teasingly pushing my shirt further and further up.

"The spot that I squeezed. What is it called? I was trying to talk to Tendo about it but he couldn't understand what I was saying."

"Hip dips," I answer, the words coming out airy because of my lungs' lack of job fulfillment. The feeling of his fingers against my sides, his hands big enough to tease my breasts as they slide path, being responsible for the oxygen boycott.

"I enjoy your hip dips. They're pleasuring," he tells me, his hands staying light as he pulls my shirt over my head, careful not to pull my hair or catch the material on my earrings.

Wakatoshi's eyes bounce across my bareness, leaving a trail of warmth over every inch they cross. His fingertips slide down, trailing between my breasts before settling on the hickey left in the middle of where my underwire rests. Without a bra on, the full size of the bruise is left exposed. "I would like to leave more," he whispers, the words seeming more for himself to hear than me.

As he keeps busy tracing the yellowing bruise, I let my eyes outline every muscle of his torso. They're still sexy, but not as hot as they are covered in sweat. Wakatoshi always looks best drenched in sweat after the gym or one of our hookups. "Are you going to stare at me the whole time?" I ask, drawing figure eights against his pec. "Or are you going to do something? If you just want to stare, take a picture and leave so I can handle stuff myself."

"I would like to see that."

"See what?"

"You touch yourself." Embarrassment quickly drowns out my lust, making my fingertips freeze against his chest and my eyes lock on his Adam's Apple. "I have been doing research about sexual scenarios recently."

"Like actual research or asking Tendo questions?"

"Both," he answers, his fingertips finally sliding off the leftover hickey from last week. They change focus to my breast, twirling around my nipple as his other hand slides its way to my thigh, his thumb buried in the hip dip he likes so much. "I worry our routine has left you unsatisfied. Women with inadequate fathers such as yourself tend to be more creative in the bedroom than we have been."

"You just told me I had daddy issues."

"No," Wakatoshi slowly says, pinching my nipple between his finger and thumb as his other hand grips my hip tighter. "I said women with inadequate fathers tend to be more sexually creative. Tendo recommended I stop being so gentle with you and see how you react. He also recommended some activities to try together, such as mutual masturbation."

"Ushi, Baby," I call, tapping his chin so he'll look up from my boobs. He gives me what I want, his eyes on mine as he pinches my nipple harder. It takes me a second to hush down my lust and to lock away the moan clawing at my throat. "Your friend is weird."

"I suppose," he murmurs, his eyes scanning my face for a reaction as he slowly twists my nipple. "But more times than not he is correct. If you do not wish to try mutual masturbation we can try something else. Or, perhaps you don't wish for me to handle you rougher."

"We can... try both," I stumble out around my hissy breaths, the attention to the same tit balancing on the thin line between pain and pleasure. "I just... uh... don't talk to... Tendo about... about our sex life."

"As you wish, as long as you stop referring to me by my last name. My teammates, people at school, people like your brother refer to me as Ushijima. You refer to me as Wakatoshi. Or perhaps Daddy. Is that something you wish to call me?" He asks, dropping his touch away from my boobs to cup both of my hips. "I've been told women with inadequate fathers also like referring to their sexual partners in such a way."

"No, I'm good," I answer, fluttering my eyes open. Wakatoshi's attention is back on my breasts, watching the way they rise and fall with every breath I take.

"Alright," he whispers, his fingers dipping under the waistband of my pajama bottoms and panties. His eyes swirl over the newly exposed skin as he pushes the clothing off of me, carefully folding them and placing them on my nightstand before turning his attention back to me. "We are going to masturbate now."

"Uh, okay." I stay still, watching Wakatoshi stand up from the bed and wander over to my desk. He takes hold of the chair waiting to be used, dragging it across the room before settling it next to the bed. He's never going to get used to touching me and I'm never going to get used to his matter-of-fact and straight-to-the-point habits of speech.

The bear of a man settles into the blue fluffy chair, looking a bit over-packed against it. "That won't do," he husks out, gripping my ankle before pulling me down the bed. I'm slid onto my back, my head on my pillows for a beat before his big hands are squeezing my hips again. I'm jerked around again, turned ninety degrees so I'm exposed toward the chair and my head threatens to dangle off the bed.

"Much better," Wakatoshi's voice sounds almost cheery as he leans over me, his nose trailing down my stomach. He hovers by my hip, quickly peaking the dip of it before jumping over to do the same to the other side. I guess he wasn't kidding when he said they were 'pleasuring' him. "Was that too rough? The way I moved you?"

"No, it was pretty hot."

"How so?" He asks, his hands leaving me. They're not gone for long, quickly returning to shimmy pillows behind me, effectively propping me up so I can look at him stuffed into my desk chair.

"I find it sexy how much bigger and stronger you are than me. It makes me horny when I man can and does treat me like a rag doll."

Wakatoshi stays silent, staring at me with his arm propped on the chair and his chin settled on his fist. "Alright, I'll keep that in mind," he mutters, finally unfrozen.

His hand shoves down his sweatpants and boxers, just enough for his half-hardened dick to breathe freely. "Begin touching yourself," he orders, wrapping his hand around his dick and slowly pumping it. Embarrassment coats my veins again, egged on by his intense stare. "Darling, please," he asks, lust already edged in his tone. "I feel ridiculous touching myself while you simply watch. Touch yourself as well."

I let my fingertips slide down my stomach, the self-given teasing touch dripping straight to my core. Wakatoshi's eyes widen just a smidge from the simple brush of my fingers, his hold on himself tightening as I finally get to my destination. "Thank you," he murmurs, his hand moving faster as I drawl circles against my clit.

When my hips start to tighten, getting ready to spring a thrust, I draw my fingers lower, teasing my entrance. Wakatoshi's soft huffs and intense focus on me slowly melt from embarrassment to fuel for my hormones. Seeing how focused he is and how eager his hand slides up and down his dick because of my 'self-care' is quite the ego stroke. This big, bad volleyball player fighting so hard to keep his composure.

A stringed moan parts from me as I tip two of my fingers inside my pussy, curling them against my vaginal walls. "Wakatoshi," I whine, slowly dragging my fingers out before thrusting them back in.

His eyes flicker as fast as his hand flicks, his fingers tightening at my call for him. "Darling, we should have sex now."

"No," I whisper, picking up the thrust of my fingers. "You wanted this, now you get to just watch."

His mouth quivers, words stuck on his tongue as his eyes jump between my face and watching my fingers disperse inside myself. "Darling," he carefully calls, chest pumping faster with his increased heart rate. "I wish to be inside you."

"Why?" I ask, my voice pitching and back arching with the rapid approach of my orgasm. "Are you worried I please myself better than you can?"

"Of... of course, not," he grunts, the tip of cock an angry red and his knuckles coated with the spurt of his pre-cum. "I just wish..." He's cut off by a groan, the sound deep and rattles straight to my pussy. "To be... in you."

His slight begging is the blade that snaps the rope holding back my orgasm. I spit out an embarrassing squeal, my pussy clenching around my fingers as cum drips down my thighs, landing on my bedding.

By the time I settle down, my back already aching from arching and slowly resting against the bed again, Wakatoshi looks ready to pop. His cheeks are dusted red, wrinkles decorating his forehead as his eyes focus on the mess of my thighs, and his hand moving fast enough that I'm a bit worried so going to give himself a rag burn. "Darling," he grumbles, the nickname coming out hissy.

"Waka-Chan," I coo, sliding my fingertips through my wet folds, drenching them with my slick cum. I let my fingers wander upward before settling on the dips of my hips, slowly trailing across them and coating my skin in the glistening of myself. He watches me for a beat before screwing his eyes shut.

A grumble, almost jagged rough enough to be a growl, lunges for Wakatoshi, his hand stalling as it gets coated in the saltiness of cum. Slowly, his face melts back to calmness, his dick still twitching and his hand still wrapped around himself. I let my hand slide back between my legs, circling my sensitive clit because of the scene in front of me. This is definitely hotter than his gym pick.

Wakatoshi takes a few moments, evening out his breathing and coming down from his high. After he settles, his eyes snap open and he finally lets go of his dick, full focus back on me toying with myself. "Can I do it too?"

"Do what, Baby?"

"Put my cum on your dips."

"Sure," I giggle, rolling my bottom lip between my teeth. I can't help the giddiness Wakatoshi's appreciation for my hip dips brings. It's such a small but cute thing for him to like.

He wastes no time, crawling onto the bed and on top of me, careful not to waste any of the sperm coating his hand. Once his thighs are secured on either side of me, squeezing me between them, his fingertips draw designs against my hip dips, our cum mixing together to leave a sticky and quickly cooling mixture on me.

I take the time to look over Wakatoshi, admiring his long lashes and the slow way he blinks them. Admiring the softness but determination in his muddy olive eyes. The smoothness of his skin tugged so tight over his muscles that it reminds me of cloth over stone.

"I want to have sex now," he asks, his eyes flickering up to peer at mine before falling back to his finger painting.

"I want sex now too."

He nods the agreement as sure as everything he does. Wakatoshi slowly leans down, quickly peaking my lips before climbing off of me. That's another weird thing he does, so open to having sex but so awkward about kissing me. He's gone for less than a minute, walking away long enough to dig through his bag before he's back by the bed.

One of his hands fumbles with the rubber, tearing two of them apart, as the other dips into my pussy, feeling my wetness and teasingly poking at my opening. "Do you need more foreplay or do you believe you'll be alright?"

"I'll be fine."

He hums, pulling his touch away to focus on the condoms. One is placed on my nightstand, the gold wrapper standing out against my folded clothes, as the other one is carefully opened and rolled onto his cock. "Maybe I should kiss you again," he whispers, crawling his way on top of me.

"I would like a kiss."

Another hum as his hands take hold of my hips, flipping us so he's sat upright with me in his lap. His thumbs find their home, rubbing against my skin and smearing our cum even more. His eyes rapidly blink as he inches his lips closer to mine, uncertainty in his movements. I take the rain for him, closing the gap between us with a soft kiss, one that manages to pull a groan from Wakatoshi.

"Thank you," he whispers when we pull apart, his nose tracing a path down my cheek and along my jaw before settling on my neck. He pulls me closer, the tip of his dick stumbling for a second before finding my pussy. "I am going to give you more bruises while we have sex, alright? You shall give me some in return, preferably on my shoulders."

"As you wish," I tease, slowly lowering myself on his dick. My hands grip his biceps, my lips latching onto his shoulder. My pussy flutters around him, the flutter quickly melting into the pain of taking his girth, both measurements of his dick being a lot to take.

My whimpers melt into the bruise I'm leaving on his shoulder, the sounds only getting louder the lower I sink. "Good job," Wakatoshi whispers against my skin when I finally manage to suck in every last inch of him. "Do you wish to move yourself or do you want me to move you?"

I think about it for a moment, unlatching from the spot I was working on. My tongue rolls over the purple melted into his skin, deciding to make the next one darker. "You," I finally answer, shifting a few centimeters down his shoulder before starting my work all over again.

Wakatoshi's hands tighten on my hips, slowly lifting me until just his tip is poked inside me. I suck in a deep breath, starting the exhale of it when he loosens his hold and lets gravity shove me back down. "Wakatoshi," I whimper, my nails digging into his skin.

My plea is only acknowledged by a harder suck on my neck and the gentle slide of his teeth against my skin. His fingers tighten against me again, matching bruises on my neck sure to be there in the morning. Wakatoshi starts the pace off slow, inching me up before sliding back down. The pace doesn't stay like that for long, my hips quickly being slammed against his.

Aches settle into my bones because of the pace. Aches that he's never given me before. Wakatoshi wasn't kidding about being rough with me, but I couldn't love it any more than I do right now. My skin burns, notably more on the three little bruises he's left on my neck than anywhere else. The mix of pain and pleasure is intoxicating, making it hard to focus on placing hickeys on him in return.

Whines and whimpers spill from me like air, my legs tightening around his torso. "Darling," he husks in my ear, his lips attaching themselves and sucking right below it. I know what the call for me is, it's the mark of the being of his unraveling.

The room feels with a pop because of me dragging my mouth off of his shoulder. One of my hands slides up, cupping his cheek as I tilt my head to rest my nose against him. "Are you going to cum again, Waka-Chan?" I tease, letting my lips brush against his. "I thought you had more stamina than that."

His reaction is fried, mouth quivering like before as he rushes to piece together an answer, eyebrows pressed together in concentration, and pupils blown out in arousal. "I... I have stamina," he huffs out, his minty breath filling my senses. "You're... you are just... gripping me a lot more than... than usual."

"Am I?" I hum, making myself clench around him. A groan bubbles out of Wakatoshi, hands hard as they shove my hips down against his as rough as he can manage. "Aw, is my Baby already coming?" I softly degrade, finally inching close enough to give him a proper kiss. He melts into it, jerking me closer so my belly is pressed against his.

When we part, Wakatoshi flips us over, keeping himself buried in me as I'm pressed into the mattress. "You are rather taunting today."

"Do you not like it?" I ask, tracing the five hickeys littered on his shoulder. I'll have to place some on the other one during our next round.

Wakatoshi stays silent as he slowly pulls out of me, carefully rolling the condom off to not spill any on the bed. "I believe I enjoyed it. It made me finish quicker than I do without it," he finally answers, his eyes flickering between the rubber dangling above me and my boobs.

"That's good." The second word comes out pitched, surprise melting into my tone. Confusion mixes with the surprise, the warm, almost hot feeling of Wakatoshi's cum being dropped onto my chest. "What are you doing?" I ask, carefully watching as he dumps the condom out and onto me.

He gently shakes the rubber, encouraging the last few droplets to leak out and join the puddle on my tits. The puddle that's melting all over my chest and leaving my boobs coated in semen. "I wanted to see what your breasts looked like covered in my sperm. It's an enjoyable sight," Wakatoshi answers, disregarding the used condom on my nightstand before cupping my chest.

His hands squeeze my boobs, repeatedly pushing them in circles and encouraging his cum to spill over more of my skin. His thumbs find my nipples, sliding back and forth as he watches every reaction I have. "I should have asked before doing that," Wakatoshi mutters, uncertainty back in his movements as he leans down to gift me another kiss. "Is this alright? Did you enjoy it? Should I grab a towel to clean your chest before our next round?"

"It was shocking, but not in a bad way."

"Are you enjoying it though?"

"Yes, I am."

He thinks over my answer for a moment, still kneading my breasts. "Do you want me to clean you yet?"

"With your tongue, ya."

Wakatoshi's eyes jerk up, a blush flickering across his cheeks before he gets his rushed reaction under control. "As... as you wish," he mutters, sliding down a bit so his mouth can comfortably reach my tits.

My back arches at the feel of his tongue sliding across my boob, slowly lapping up the mess he made. Wakatoshi takes his time, swirling around my nipple and licking up every last drop before doing the same to the other side. "Look at you," I begin my teasing, running my fingers through his hair. "So eager to clean up the mess you made. What a good boy."

His hips jerk against my thigh, teeth gliding against my nipple as he groans. Wakatoshi's tongue goes flat, sliding over my nipple once more before he pulls away from my chest. "Aww, how cute, someone likes being called a good boy, doesn't he?"

His hands dig into my hip bones, pulling me down as he thrusts into my thigh harder this time. "Can we have sex again?"

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