#ushijima wakatoshi x reader

[gojover]

ushijima feels like he can’t get to you fast enough.

the final whistle has barely echoed through the gym when his eyes find you in the stands—already standing, already smiling, like you’ve been waiting for this moment just as long as he has. the crowd is loud, people moving everywhere, teammates clapping him on his back, but none of it registers because you’re the only thing he’s moving towards.

your face lights up when you see him heading your way, and you start weaving through the edge of the court. he meets you halfway, and before he can say anything—before he can think of anything worth saying—you throw your arms around his neck.

he grunts softly as he catches you, big hands steadying your waist like you’re the most natural thing he’s ever held. you hug him tight, nose buried in the damp crook of his neck, all sunshine and love and joy that you know he doesn’t quite know what to do with.

“you were so good,” you whisper, pulling back just enough so you can look him in the eye. “like, stupidly good. i was yelling so much i think my throat gave up on me.”

ushijima blinks, dazed from the affection, but there’s something warm flickering behind his eyes.

“you yell even when i’m bad,” he says.

“that’s because i love you either way,” you reply without missing a beat, and press your mouth to his like it’s instinct, like it’s something you’ve wanted to do since his first serve of the match. it’s a little clumsy, but it makes his hands grip your waist just a little tighter.

when you finally pull away, noses bumping, he blinks again: flushed and terribly in love. the faintest curve tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“i thought you didn’t like to be so… public,” he says, voice low.

“i don’t,” you say, pecking his lips again, “but i’ll make an exception for you.”

ushijima kisses you again, and thinks, you’re mine. you’re my exception, too.

#5. throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips. (for @mahowaga because ushijima wakatoshi seems to follow her wherever she goes.)

[biggianteggplant]

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN

title speaks for itself GRRAAAAAAHHHHH🦅🦅🦅

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

You didn’t even want to play.

It started as a silly party game. Spin-the-bottle. Then someone said, “Let’s do 7 Minutes in Heaven!” and suddenly the bottle landed on you.

And Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Cue stunned silence. Some giggles. A very confused (and very tall) volleyball captain blinking slowly as someone gestured to the closet.

“…I don’t think he’ll fit in there,” someone whispered.

He tried. He actually tried. But when he gently knocked over a broom and muttered, “Apologies,” someone quickly pointed to the bathroom instead.

And now you were perched on the edge of a cold bathtub while Wakatoshi stood near the sink like a polite guest unsure if he should take his shoes off or not.

He hadn’t said a word. He wasn’t awkward—just so calm. Like he was in a pre-game huddle instead of a dim bathroom with soft yellow light and one nervous girl.

Finally, you mumbled, “So... this is happening.”

He looked at you. “Yes. I believe we are here for seven minutes.”

You let out a tiny laugh. “You sound like you're giving a weather report.”

He blinked. “I’m sorry. Should I not be?”

You covered your mouth, trying not to laugh harder. “No! It’s cute.”

He tilted his head. “Cute?”

Your heart flipped. “I mean. Not like cute-cute. Just. You’re... you. And it’s nice.”

Silence again. He looked down at your hands. You were fidgeting with your sleeves.

“I’ve never played this before,” he said softly. “What… usually happens?”

You looked up at him, cheeks warm. “It depends. Usually something dumb. Or something... fun.”

“…Fun,” he echoed. “Like talking?”

“Yeah. Or kissing.”

Oh god. You said that.

You said that.

He didn’t react—not with surprise, not with a flinch. He just… looked at you with those deep, steady eyes.

And then he asked, “Would it be alright… if I kissed you?”

Your brain short-circuited. “Y-Yeah. That’s… yeah.”

He stepped forward. Slowly. Carefully. Like you were something precious and he was afraid of breaking it. His hand brushed your cheek, warm and impossibly gentle for someone so strong.

And then—he kissed you.

Soft. Curious. Sweet.

Like he wasn’t sure if this was okay but hoped it was.

When he pulled back, his voice was barely a whisper. “You’re… very soft.”

You laughed quietly, forehead resting against his chest now because honestly you couldn’t make eye contact. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

A knock on the door made you both jump. “Time’s up!”

He stepped back, flustered but still composed. “That was... nice.”

You looked up at him, cheeks warm. “Wanna walk out with me?”

He nodded.

And just before opening the door, he asked, “Would it be alright if… we tried that again sometime?”

You smiled. “Yeah. I’d really like that.”

GOSHIKI TSUTOMU

Goshiki had mentally prepared himself for a pop quiz, a practice match, even accidentally calling the teacher "Mom." But absolutely not for being spun into a closet with you.

It was dark. Cramped. Smelled faintly of lavender dryer sheets and someone’s leftover cologne. You could barely shift without brushing knees, and the moment you did—

He jolted like he'd touched a live wire.

“H-Hi,” he whispered, voice cracking halfway through.

You grinned. “Hey.”

He was clearly trying to keep it together. Bent slightly at the knees, arms crossed like he was afraid of offending a coat hanger, and eyes trained firmly on the wall.

“This game is kinda weird,” you said softly.

“I-I don’t know why I agreed,” he blurted out, panicked. “I think my brain… glitched. Like, full system error. My dignity is currently on life support.”

You tried to stifle a giggle.

His eyes widened. “Not because of you! You’re not weird! You’re—uh—you’re really nice. And warm. I mean—not like, temperature warm. I haven’t touched you! Not in a weird way! I mean like… your energy. Your presence. It’s warm? In a good way?? Oh no, I’m making it worse, aren’t I?���

You were giggling into your hand now, biting back a full-on laugh.

Then you leaned just a little closer. Your voice dropped into something gentler, softer. “Tsutomu… do you want me to kiss you?”

He froze.

Absolutely, prehistoric-animal-sensing-danger still.

“Um. I—uh—maybe? I mean. Yes? I wouldn’t be against it. Definitely not against it. That’s a yes. Probably. I mean—yes. Yes.”

You smiled, heart fluttering a little at the way his voice squeaked on the last word. So you leaned in and kissed him.

Short. Sweet. Gentle.

Like pressing a daisy into his hand and watching him short-circuit.

He blinked, mouth slightly open.

“I…” he whispered, stunned. “I think I forgot how to breathe.”

You giggled again and rested your hand lightly on his arm. “That’s okay. I’ll help you remember.”

Outside, someone knocked on the door. “Time’s up!”

You turned the handle, but before opening it, you looked back at him—red-faced, wide-eyed, chest rising way too fast like his heart was trying to punch its way out.

He mumbled, dazed and completely flustered, “I’m gonna need emotional support after this.”

You smiled, eyes twinkling. “Good. Because I was hoping you'd let me be the one to give it.”

And that? That almost made him faint.

SHIRABU KENJIRO

Shirabu didn’t even want to play. “I’m here to drink soda and survive high school, not spin bottles like an idiot,” he grumbled, arms crossed, glaring at the circle of chaos around him.

But then you spun the bottle. And it landed right on him.

Now, here he was, sitting awkwardly in a dusty closet on top of someone’s old board games, knees bumping against yours every time one of you so much as breathed.

“This is dumb,” he muttered into the dark, voice sharp as ever.

You leaned in slightly, eyes playful. “You could just enjoy it, y’know.”

He rolled his eyes. “Enjoy what? Breathing recycled air and contemplating my life choices?”

You smiled. “Me.”

Silence.

Dead silence.

And then—his ears turned such a violent shade of red you were half-convinced he was overheating.

“You’re so annoying,” he mumbled, avoiding eye contact, but it sounded suspiciously soft. And then you leaned in and kissed him.

Just once.

Just enough.

His eyes flew wide open, stunned. His brain short-circuited. His whole body paused for exactly two seconds. Then, mumbling something that sounded like "unbelievable," he leaned in and kissed you back.

It wasn’t gentle. It was clumsy, a little desperate, a little too quick—like he was trying to make up for the time he wasted pretending he didn’t want it.

Your hands tangled in his hair. He made a low sound in his throat when you tugged his hoodie. “Watch the collar,” he muttered, scowling into your mouth.

But then he grabbed your waist like he forgot how to not touch you.

You ended up in his lap somehow. His hands ghosted under your shirt—just a little, just enough to make his brain completely malfunction.

You leaned back, lips barely apart, whispering, “You like this, don’t you?”

He rolled his eyes again—but the sharp inhale he took totally betrayed him. “Shut. Up.”

You didn’t. You just kissed him again.

And again. And again.

At some point, time stopped being real. Minutes? Hours? Who even knew?

Then—

Click.

“Guys?”

The closet door creaked open. Light poured in.

You were still on Shirabu. His hoodie was halfway off his shoulder. Your faces were flushed. Chests rising and falling like you’d just run laps.

You both stared at the doorway like startled deer.

Gasps from the group. A very clear camera shutter. (Goshiki, you little gremlin.)

You scrambled back like the floor was on fire. Shirabu yanked his hoodie up, scowling with the fury of ten suns.

“You didn’t even knock?! What if we were—what if I had my—You know what?! I’m not doing this.”

He stormed off, face blazing, hoodie wrinkled, and lips very, very kiss-wrecked.

Later that night, someone had the audacity to ask:

“So… you liked it, huh?”

Shirabu didn’t even blink. “I’d rather wrestle a cactus than talk about it.”

But when you winked at him across the room, he immediately looked down. And smiled.

A tiny, shy, completely out-of-character smile that he’d deny for the rest of his life.

KUROO TETSURO

It was supposed to be a joke.

“C’mon, it’ll be fun,” your friends said.

“Totally harmless,” they said.

And now?

Now you were squished into a dim, definitely-too-small closet with Kuroo Tetsurō—and he was smirking at you like a cat who just spotted a cornered mouse.

“Well, well, well,” he drawled, leaning casually against the wall, ankles crossed. “Didn’t know I was your type.”

You nearly choked on your own breath. “W-What? You’re not.”

“Sure,” he said, eyes gleaming. “That’s why you’re blushing so hard I could toast marshmallows on your face.”

You flailed. “It’s dark in here! You can’t even see—!”

“Shy, jumpy, and adorable,” he muttered, like he was ticking off a list. “Check, check, and check.”

You backed into a coat. The coat stabbed you with its hanger. You tried to act normal about it and definitely did not succeed.

Kuroo took a step forward.

Not threatening. Not fast. Just… slow. Confident. Like he knew he was in your head and now he was redecorating.

“So,” he murmured, voice dipping low, “we’ve got about seven minutes of uninterrupted darkness… What do you wanna do, kitten?”

You squeaked. Squeaked.

Your ancestors felt that secondhand embarrassment.

“I-I don’t know! Talk? Maybe—uh—maybe not talk???”

“Wow. Convincing,” he chuckled.

And then—as if he hadn’t already shattered your brain into glitter—he leaned in close.

So close his breath fanned your cheek. So close you could smell his cologne and the stupid mint gum he always chewed like a cocky menace.

“Relax,” he whispered. “I’m not gonna bite… unless you ask nicely.”

Your soul left your body.

He kissed you—soft at first, teasing, coaxing. And when you finally kissed back (shy but definitely melting), he hummed like he’d just won a game.

When the door finally creaked open, both of you blinked into the light.

Kuroo? Hair a little messier, smirk fully loaded. You? Probably looked like a tomato that had been microwaved and emotionally unprepared.

“Fun?” one of your friends grinned.

Kuroo stretched like a cat, then winked at you. “Let’s just say... she didn’t hate it.”

You smacked his arm.

He leaned down and whispered, “You’re cute when you get all flustered, y’know that?”

You were never trusting a spin-the-bottle circle again. But also... maybe closets weren’t so bad.

KENMA KOZUME

It was definitely not his idea.

Kenma had been peacefully playing a game on his phone, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands, when someone (probably Yamamoto, because chaos) shoved him toward the circle.

“It’s your turn, Kenma!”

He blinked. “No, it’s not.”

“It is now!”

The bottle spun—and of course it pointed to you. Of course you smiled like the universe planned this from the start. And now here you both were: squished inside a closet with hardly enough space for air, let alone feelings.

Kenma sat cross-legged, back against the wall, hoodie strings clenched between his fingers. His knee brushed yours and it was over for him.

“…Hi,” you said, voice soft like a secret.

“...Hey.” His voice came out rougher than expected. His cheeks? Full-on LED mode. Someone please unplug him.

You tucked your chin on your knees. “This is kind of cute, don’t you think?”

“Cute?” he echoed, like the word glitched in his brain.

You giggled. “Yeah. You. This.”

Kenma looked down, tugging his sleeves over his hands. “I—I don’t really do well with this kind of thing.”

You tilted your head. “You’re doing just fine.”

He peeked at you through his hair. “You’re… really close.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, sliding a tiny bit closer. “Bothered?”

“…No,” he admitted, breath catching.

You reached out and gently cupped his cheek, warm beneath your fingers. He stiffened for half a second—then melted. Absolutely melted.

“Still okay?” you whispered.

He nodded slowly.

So you kissed him. Light at first. Barely there. Testing the waters.

His whole body went still. You pulled back slightly, gauging him.

And that’s when he leaned in.

It was shy and hesitant and everything. His lips brushed yours, sweet and unsure, and then again—like he’d figured out how to breathe through kissing and now he didn’t want to stop.

One hand found your waist, feather-light. You tugged on his hoodie, deepening the kiss just a little, just enough to make his fingers twitch against you. The world narrowed to this one space. Warm breath, tangled knees, a hoodie that smelled like him, and kisses that turned into more kisses until the timer on this tiny moment of heaven was dangerously close to running out.

When he finally pulled away, cheeks flushed and eyes dazed, he exhaled softly. “I—I think my game just crashed.”

You laughed, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Want a restart?”

“I want another seven minutes,” he murmured, surprising even himself.

The door creaked open—

“MY BOY IS BLUSHING!” came Kuroo’s voice before a shoe was thrown and the door slammed shut again.

YAKU MORISUKE

“It’s just a game,” they said. “It’ll be funny,” they said. And now Yaku was trapped in a closet with you and regretting every decision that led to this moment.

Well—maybe not every decision.

You were sitting way too close, your knee lightly bumping his, and you were looking at him like you were planning something.

He didn’t trust it. Not one bit. Also, his face was already on fire.

“You okay?” you asked innocently.

“I’m fine,” he muttered, stiff and tense like he was bracing for impact.

You tilted your head. “You don’t look fine.”

“I’m totally calm,” he added, which would’ve been more convincing if his voice didn’t crack halfway through.

And then you grinned.

“Prove it.”

“…Huh?”

You poked his cheek. He flinched.

You poked the other one. “Stop that—!”

Then your fingers slipped under his arms and started tickling him.

“AUGH—Y/N!!” he yelped, twisting and trying to squirm away but failing miserably in the tiny space. “NO—WAIT—TIME OUT—!!”

But you were merciless.

“Say you’re flustered!” you laughed.

“NEVER!” he squeaked, trying not to kick the closet door open.

You leaned in closer. “Say it~”

“I—okay, okay!! I’m flustered!! Happy now?!” he gasped, breathless, red, and borderline combusting.

You grinned. “Very.”

He glared at you with wide eyes and a red face. “You’re evil.”

You, shrugging sweetly: “You love it.”

He opened his mouth to argue, but before he could say a word, you kissed him.

It shut him up real fast.

His hands were frozen at first—then they found your waist. And then it all melted.

What started soft turned into something needier, warmer, and a little desperate like he’d been holding back since the door closed. Like maybe he wanted this just as badly as you did.

Your hands slid into his hair. He kissed you like he’d been waiting a long time to do it properly. And despite how flustered he’d been earlier, now he was leading it—pulling you close, tilting your chin up, mouth hot and just shy of reckless.

The air in the closet shifted.

So did your knees.

Somehow you ended up in his lap, his back against the wall, your lips still tangled and breaths short between kisses.

You pulled away slightly, just to whisper: “Still flustered?”

He smirked, breathless. “Very.”

And then he kissed you again like he didn’t care if the whole team heard.

When the door finally opened, you were both a little rumpled, a little pink, and definitely not making eye contact with anyone.

Lev blinked. “Did you guys… wrestle?”

Yaku grabbed the door, slammed it shut, and yelled through it: “WE NEED ANOTHER SEVEN MINUTES. THANKS.”

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

Kageyama stood by the wall like he was buffering in real life.

“Seven minutes!” someone shouted, plopping a bottle into the middle like it was a bomb.

The bottle spun.

The tension? Horrible. The squeak it made? Worse.

Then—it pointed. At you.

Everyone: “OHHHHHHH!!!”

You: “Nice.”

Kageyama: “Wh–HUH?”

He stared at the bottle like it just personally betrayed him. Then he stared at you like you made the bottle betray him. Then at the closet like it was the final boss.

“Closet. Now.” Bokuto shoved him toward it like a freight train.

He stumbled in. You followed with the energy of someone going to a vending machine.

Click. Door shut. Game on.

Kageyama stood in the corner like you just caught him stealing snacks.

You tried. You really did. “So…”

He flinched. “HMM?!”

“…You okay?”

“YES.”

“…You sure?”

“I—I—am alive.”

“…Okay then.”

He was breathing like someone just made him run laps in emotional turmoil. Fists clenched. Cheeks red. Brain in shambles.

You stepped closer. “You’re nervous.”

“WHAA—NO.” His voice cracked halfway through. “I mean—yes. But NO. But also yes. Wait. What was the question?”

You snorted. “Relax. It’s just a game.”

He opened and closed his mouth like a confused baby bird. “Actually—I was gonna say something. Before this. Like. Way before. But now we’re in a closet and it’s worse. I mean better. I MEAN—conveniently horrifying—WAIT NO—”

You poked his cheek. “Tobio.”

He made a tiny squeak. “Mep.”

You smiled. “Just say it.”

He stared at you, face hot enough to toast bread. “I like you, okay?! I’ve liked you for a while. And I think about you all the time and you’re always nice to me and I don’t know how to flirt so I just yell and give you milk—”

You leaned in, cupped his face, and kissed him.

He made a tiny “mrrph?” Then a “hhhf—!” And maybe a whimper?

Full panic. Zero control. His brain yeeted itself into orbit.

He kissed back—shaky, soft, like he was afraid he’d explode if he messed it up (which, in fairness, he might).

You pulled away after a second, smug. “Still alive?”

He blinked. “I—uh—possibly?”

Someone outside yelled, “TIME!”

He jumped. “WHAT?! NO—WAIT, I BARELY GOT TO—”

You grabbed his hand and opened the door.

He followed you out, dazed.

Everyone: “Ohhhhhh~”

Kageyama: “Mmfrhrrgh.”

You: “Don’t worry, he confessed. It was adorable.”

Him, whispering in shock: “I made noises.”

You, grinning: “Yeah. You absolutely did.”

TANAKA RYUNOSUKE

“YOOOO let’s GOOOOO,” Tanaka howled when the bottle pointed at you, standing up like he just got called to the big leagues.

You rolled your eyes but smiled. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Ryu.”

“Oh, I’m already there,” he winked, straightening his collar like he was walking into a music video and not a dusty broom closet.

But the moment the door clicked shut behind you two?

Silence.

You turned, expecting a smug comment or at least a dumb little laugh—but Tanaka?

Tanaka Ryunosuke was frozen.

Back pressed to the wall, eyes staring ahead like he was being interrogated by the FBI.

“…You good?” you asked.

He nodded.

“…You sure?”

He nodded faster.

You raised an eyebrow. “Ryu, you were literally barking ten seconds ago.”

“I panicked,” he croaked, voice cracking like a puberty rerun.

You stepped closer, arms crossed. “So Mr. ‘Let’s GOOOO’ suddenly forgot how to talk?”

“I didn’t forget,” he mumbled. “I just—uh—I’m… mentally buffering.”

You bit your lip to hide your grin. “Wow. Never thought I’d see Tanaka Ryunosuke, High Priest of Chaos, rendered speechless in a closet.”

“I talk a big game, okay?” he finally muttered. “But I’ve never actually been this close to you. Like, this close-close. Voluntary-close.”

You blinked. “Wait. Are you nervous?”

“No,” he said, voice cracking again. “Maybe. Shut up.”

You laughed, stepping forward and gently flicking his forehead. “You’re adorable.”

He looked like he might melt through the floor.

And before he could combust entirely, you leaned in and kissed him—quick, warm, right on the lips.

He made a soft “hnhnn!” Followed by a helpless, breathy whimper that might’ve broken his soul in half.

He stood there, lips still puckered, eyes wide, like his entire system just blue-screened.

Then, dazed, he whispered, “I saw God for like two seconds.”

You giggled. “Seven minutes of heaven, remember?”

Tanaka, recovering from cardiac arrest: “I thought I’d be louder in here.”

You: “Same.”

Door swings open.

The team: “WHAT’D YOU DO IN THERE?”

Tanaka: “...........Taxes.”

BOKUTO KOUTARO

The bottle spun. It landed on you.

The room went, “OOOOOOOHHHHH!!!”

And Bokuto? Bokuto blinked like someone just unplugged him.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he held up both hands. “WHY is everyone yelling?? What does it mean?!”

Akaashi sighed from the couch. “It means you go into the closet with her.”

“What?!” Bokuto looked at you, then the bottle, then you again. “WHY THO?”

“Because you’re the chosen ones,” someone snickered.

“CHOSEN FOR WHAT?!”

“To be alone in a dark, tiny closet,” you explained calmly. “For seven minutes.”

Bokuto gasped. “AM I IN TROUBLE?!”

You grabbed his hand. “No. You’re in a party game.”

“Oh. Okay!” he beamed, and followed you like a confused golden retriever.

The door clicked shut behind you.

Bokuto squinted at the darkness. “Okay, so… now what? Is this like hide and seek? Sardines? Are there sardines??”

You stifled a laugh. “No sardines. Just you and me.”

He hummed, then realized the closeness. Then realized your face was right there. Then realized—he might actually be sweating a little.

“Oh,” he said.

You smiled, leaning against the wall. “You’ve never played this before, huh?”

“Nope! I was homeschooled.” (He wasn’t.)

You giggled. “You’re cute.”

Bokuto.exe: CRITICAL SYSTEM ERROR

“HUH?!”

“I said you’re cute,” you repeated. “And I don’t mind being in here with you.”

Bokuto’s voice came out half-pitched. “Y-you don’t?!”

“Nope,” you said, now closing the space between you with all the confidence of someone who knew exactly what they wanted. “In fact…”

You reached out, placing your hands on his chest, feeling the way it tightened under your touch.

“I was kinda hoping the bottle would land on you.”

Bokuto looked like he got hit by a flying volleyball and liked it.

“…You mean, on purpose?”

“Yes.”

“…Like fate?!”

“Sure.”

You kissed him. He squeaked—then whimpered softly against your lips, as if his brain short-circuited and his heart had too many feelings all at once. But his arms instinctively went around your waist and then—suddenly—he was kissing you back, eyes wide, then slowly fluttering shut like a Disney prince realizing he’s in love.

When you pulled away, he was just standing there. Blinking.

“…Bokuto?” you teased, poking his cheek.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “That was DEFINITELY better than sardines.”

The door burst open.

Bokuto stumbled out, still holding your hand.

“I’M IN LOVE!!!” he shouted at the party.

Everyone cheered.

Then, softly, under his breath—

“…Oh my god,” he whimpered. “She kissed me. She kissed me.”

Akaashi blinked. “He’s broken.”

“He’s so happy,” someone whispered.

“He’s ascending,” Bokuto whispered. “Don’t talk to me. I’m in the clouds.”

(this was also rotting in my drafts......)

[evamame]

your husband ushijima lets your kids play pretend with him whenever they want. despite his harder and more indifferent exterior, he’s awfully soft whenever his babies ask to have a little playtime. it’s not anything unusual for you to walk into the living room and see him strangely invested in acting as a princess during a pretend tea party with your daughter, or being the co-pilot on a fake flight with your son. he’s obedient and, to your amusement, plays along with anything your little angels request.

the other day you had walked into your daughter’s bedroom to find ushijima sitting cross legged on her pink rug, covered in sparkly hair clips as she used a fake blow dryer to dry his hair. his hair had gotten soaken wet after she gave him a fake scalp massage at her “hair salon.” when she’d finished her treatments, you found ushijima walking around the house with a, to say the least, terrifyingly beautiful makeover of blue eyeshadow, cheeks flushed an artificial hot pink, and a complimenting purple colored lipstick on his lips. his hair was brushed out in any and every direction, probably because the cheap toy hairbrushes your daughter has do nothing but tangle and get caught in the stands. the fake scissors worked great in giving him a nice trim off the top, though.

after washing off the cheap children’s makeup from his face before he could get some type of reaction, he can’t even catch a break to relax on the couch. before he has more than a minute to himself, your son comes toddling into the living room begging to play doctor and give him a “check up.” nothing ushijima won’t say no to for his little ones, so he lays down and allows your son to use a plastic toy stethoscope to check places a stethoscope can’t actually check. rather than checking the beating of his heart, your son uses it on his legs and arms to check for any injuries he may have gotten from volleyball. after that he injects a “special medicine” using a needle into ushijima’s. . . forehead? before finally completing the most important part of any checkup, using a thermometer to check for a fever by placing it across his abdomen. no problems, guess he’s all set!

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[qardenofeden]

ushijima wakatoshi wasn’t a man of pda, you knew that much. it’s not that he shied away from it per se, he just... was taught to value modesty.

and that’s exactly how you got here, sitting across from him as dishes upon dishes were served on your table. steamers of xiao long bao were placed before you as he paused from eating his hot garlic ribs to thank your server.

“wakatoshi, you ordered too much... it’s only our first date as a couple,” you say, concern furrowing your brows as you looked at the table.

“that is precisely why i ordered a lot. plus, i just finished a match and i’m quite hungry. i hope you don’t mind,” he deadpans before adding a meek, “is it not to your liking?”

...well, as meek as one ushijima wakatoshi can be, anyway.

you two had just come from one of his matches and to no one’s surprise, shiratorizawa won yet again. as a reward, you offered to grab dinner with him at his favorite foreign restaurant, but you seemed to have forgotten a major key detail— wakatoshi was used to living in luxury. you’ve never even heard of this place before, that’s how fancy and niche it was.

“no, no. it’s fine! it’s your celebration, after all,” you reassure him, hoping he doesn’t take notice of your... mood.

“our celebration,” he corrects. brown eyes hold your gaze, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think you were in trouble. “you finally said yes to me after months of courtship. i apologize if my schedule has not allowed me to take you out on a proper date prior to this.”

was it getting hot in here? you feel like melting under his stare. why is he so naturally intimidating?

“it’s okay. i’ve been a little busy too with requirements and whatnot,” you shy away from his eyes and begin eating.

except... oh, you don’t like that.

the flavors are too much, and your mouth feels like it’s going to explode with how powerful the taste is. did you accidentally order from the spicy section?!

ushijima must have detected your slight internal panic, because he immediately asks, “is everything okay?”

you cough out, putting on a fake smile as you nod. “mhm, all good!”

“are you certain..? you look... flustered.”

god, there he was again. wakatoshi, you’re scaring me!! you mentally yell.

“...okay, i’ve never... been here before so i just ordered whatever i thought was the most basic option on the menu.” your eyes avoid his, feeling small before him. “sorry,” you feel like a loser. hopefully he doesn’t break up with you for this.

“ah. i wish you had said that sooner. i would have explained their food and helped you choose.”

wakatoshi eyes the table before wordlessly rearranging the sequence of the dishes. he takes your plate and moves the steamer of the xiao long baos in front of you, then gently places your original dish to the xlb’s previous spot. he takes off the lid and takes one dumpling for himself.

“these are soup dumplings. i picked your favorite meat, so you should have no problem eating them,” he bites his dumpling into half as the soup leaks out from the center and into his spoon. “see?”

you look at him, then down at the dumplings before taking one for yourself and mimicking his actions. “mmh...” you nod, “that’s actually pretty good.”

“do you mind if i eat your...”

you nod enthusiastically before he can even finish. “take it, take it. i love the dumplings. woah. can i have more?”

ushijima chuckles, his chest letting out guttural breaths as his lips curved into a smile. “of course. eat as much as you’d like.”

needless to say, you and wakatoshi will definitely be coming back. who knows, maybe it could even be the start of a tradition.

atsumu post-match &&& bokuto post-match

a/n: this is still post-match right... just not courtside-immediately-after-game post match. sry lol sigh ushijima what am i supposed to do w u my nonchalant king

[noosayog]

Ushijima Wakatoshi does not like to repeat himself. 

“What did you have for dinner?” 

Your words come out slightly slurred by the alcohol running through your veins and the fellow clubbers chattering around you. 

Ushijima looks down at the dishes he’s currently washing then back to where his phone rests on the counter.

“The leftover grilled fish from yesterday, steamed tofu with some soy sauce, and miso soup with egg.” 

“Oh!” you exclaim, voice staticy from your spiked volume and speakerphone. “That sounds good. Was it good?” 

“Yes. Are you having fun with your friends?” 

You giggle and he smiles a little, now turning back to the dishes. He listens to you ramble as he scrubs and rinses, humming acknowledgements as appropriate. 

“How about you, Toshi? Did’ja eat dinner yet?” 

Ushijima is familiar with your habit of asking the same questions over and over when you’re tipsy. He’s often the primary victim. 

Unphased, he responds. “Yes.” 

“What did you have?” 

“Fish, tofu, and soup.” 

“Ooooh sounds healthy. Did you count your macros and calories? Meet your protein goals?” 

The last dish is placed on the drying rack. He considers drying the dishes since it’s an easy, mindless task that would allow him to continue talking to you. He grabs a dish towel. 

“Yes. Where are your friends?” 

“Oh, here and there. Bathroom? Dunno…” 

He stays on the line as he hears you yell your friends’ names, having a full, only somewhat incoherent conversation with them, having seemingly forgotten him on the line. 

He listens to you make plans for one more drink, decline an invite to the next bar, and wonder aloud where you could flag a taxi. 

“Want me to come pick you up?” he asks. 

“Nope! I just flagged a taxi. On my way home!” 

“Okay. Be safe. See you soon, love.” 

“Wait Toshi! I wanna keep talking to you.” 

“Okay, what about?” 

“Hmmm… Oh! What did you have for dinner?” 

Ushijima Wakatoshi does not like to repeat himself. 

But, when it comes to you, his lip curves up and warmth floods his chest as he responds, certainly not for the last time tonight, “Fish, tofu, soup.”

[luvnami]

"wakatoshi!"

your whimper of his first name against his ear nearly has ushijima swearing. you cling to him, both hands scrabbling for any kind of purchase on his broad back.

"please, ah! not there!"

his tip kisses your favourite spot and the world spins. his hips slam into yours as he fucks into you hard and fast. your body presses itself flush against his own, sweaty skin sticking together.

"s-sorry. you feel-," ushijima bites on his lower lip, barely cutting off a strained groan. "so good. so, so good."

each thrust into your welcoming pussy doesn't grow sloppier, even though it sounds that way, especially when you're a dripping mess and ushijima's balls are heavy and full. lewd squelches echo alongside the slap of skin on skin.

he has one hand cradling the back of your head. it allows him to hold you close to him, face nosing the exposed column of your throat.

"sorry. sorry, sorry, sorry," ushijima babbles. "i- i can't stop, just wanna cum in you, please?"

you don't know if the noise you make is intelligible or not. it doesn't matter, because ushijima cums so hard that his senses tune everything out but the release of his seed into your womb.

[stunie]

“NEEDIN’ A RIDE REAL, REAL BAD!!”

HAIKYUU + THIGH RIDING ᯓ⭑ ft. bokuto koutarou, daichi sawamura, kuroo tetsurou, miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi, & ushijima wakatoshi x f!reader

contains : explicit smut (18+), thigh riding / dry humping, phone call (keep quiet n ride!), risky sex / very mild: cw exhibitionism, squirting, teasing, praise, kissing <3, hair pulling (you to them), orgasm denial, usage of pet names — 2.9K WC

note : yayya my first haikyuu post on here ! this is my response to this thirst here ૮꒰˶˃ ^ ˂̵˵꒱ა hope u all have fun reading this <3

KUROO TETSUROU.

“Whoa whoa,” Kuroo coos through a breathy chuckle, big hand wrapping around your hip to hold you still against his thigh. “Easy now, pretty thing. Let’s pause for a second, okay?”

The sound of your protests and whines almost make him cave right off the bat. “…Tetsu..” you sulk, corners of your lips curling into a sad pout even when he gives you an apologetic smile before he’s jutting his thumb to gesture at his phone, the irritating melody of his ringtone repeating itself as the screen lights up, “Incoming call from: Kenma!” displayed across the top.

“Sorryy,” he huffs. “Can’t. This one’s important.”

He’s giving you a reassuring squeeze around your hip, a silent reminder that he’ll give you everything you need in a few minutes, but you’re not having any of that. Your arms come to stubbornly wrap around his neck before he can pick up the call, sugar sweet voice already making pleas only a second later.

On any other given day, you would have let him take the call with only an irritated huff— just not today. Not with the way you can already feel your orgasm running away from you. “P-please, please Tetsu,” you sob, “I was so close. Can’t wait any longer.. please?”

His eyes are widening a bit at the unfamiliar desperation in your voice, grunt slipping out when his cock reacts to it too, twitching and slapping against his stomach— a reoccurring habit that seems to only occur whenever you give him that needy little look of yours.

“Awww,” he whispers, and you barely catch the strain in his voice. “Well I’m sorry for ruining your moment, angel.”

You’re practically purring as soon as you feel his hand come to lightly cup your jaw, immediately melting into his touch as he smiles in response. “Ah— fine,” Kuroo caves as soon as he sees your hands coming to cutely hold his wrist in place. “Guess i can’t stop you if you need it so bad. But listen here..”

His thumb moves from your jaw, digit pressing into your bottom lip to angle your face at him. The look you’re giving him is just to die for, pouty lips soft against his thumb and you’re peering up at him through those pleady eyes— as if there was even a single chance that Kuroo would ever deny his pretty girl of an orgasm in the first place.

“Nothing crazy. Deal? Kenma hears and..” he presses a little harder into your lip, watching the way your tongue comes to swipe at the invasive finger. “Me and you? Are never hearing the end of it.”

You’re swiftly nodding as soon as the words register, hands coming to rest on the muscles of his shoulders as you resume your movement the next second, gasping at the way your clit catches against his thigh. “Kenma?” You hear him hum, tucking his phone between his cheek and shoulder— quick and casual.

Maybe too casual.

“Mmm,” his eyes flicker back towards you when you take in a sharp inhale. “So it’s about that. You sure you don’t wanna meet up to go over it?”

A loud gasp slips out from you when he abruptly grabs you by your waist, and your hands slam over your mouth, Kuroo tensing beneath you. “…Hm? Yeah, I’m listening.” He chuckles, regaining his composure in an instant as he starts to rock you back and forth against his leg— and fast.

The roughness has your face contorting, nails digging deep into his shoulders as you try and resist the strong hands guiding you back and forth— try and slow him down a bit, delay your oncoming orgasm by even second if anything at all. You hadn’t expected it to come back so fast, and.. you both knew good and well that you weren’t gonna be able to stay quiet.

You give him a look, something resembling your best attempt at a glare, but he’s ignoring it— casually chatting with kenma about something you can’t quite catch. You’re only left to bite your lip, eyebrows deeply furrowed as you desperately fight the knot tightening inside your belly, thighs clamping against his own as he flexes his quad straight into you.

“Oh,” Kuroo says, hand leaving your waist to pick up his phone again, finger hovering over the ‘mute’ button, and your body is falling limp onto his chest, hands balancing yourself on him as you peer up at him through tired eyes and a heavy pant. “Actually..”

“..Looks like I got a bit of a problem to take care of here first.” He smiles. “So give me a minute, yeah?”

MIYA ATSUMU.

“Gonna have to keep that pretty voice of yours down.” Atsumu’s lips brush against the shell of your ear, big hands tight around your hips as he drags you up and down his thigh. “Or ‘Samu’s gonna hear ya.”

Your hips stutter against his leg, drawing a sharp gasp from you- and he curses under his breath. Osamu would be back any second now, and yet he’s got you seated on him, your lounge shorts pulled to the side so he can draw one quick orgasm out of you before the three of you head out for dinner.

Because you— Atsumu’s impatient lil bunny, or so he calls you, just couldn’t wait until after the dinner to get a quick treat.

“‘M trying.” You whisper, voice breathless and whiny, and you tighten your embrace around his middle, burying your face deep into the fabric of his sweater. “Feels ‘s good… so good— need more..”

“I know, I know— later, yeah?” He sounds unsteady from how roughly he’s moving you against him, muscles of his thigh flexing and hardening underneath you. “Gonna give it to ya real good. stuff ya nice and full. How’s that sound, dirty girl?”

You want that.

You know exactly how easy it’d be for him to get you gushing underneath his cock if it weren’t for your insistence on him not cumming. And well.. it kind of made sense to him— considering how your last creampie went. His mind thinks back to how you looked with his cum dribbling down your thighs as you nervously clamped them together, and how no one seemed to noticed the juices dripping into a neat little puddle beneath you.

It’d be so easy— he’s got you all mapped out and knows you like the back of his hand. He could just push those pretty thighs of yours up to your face, hold them nice and still as he pummels the deep spot inside you that has you chanting his name over and over, and your cunt would be gushing right after that.

“‘Tsumu.” You choke out, tightly latching onto him like a koala, “‘M gonna cum..!”

“You are, aren’t ya? I can tell.” He groans, and his thigh bounces up into you, mumbling a curse under his breath when you squeal at the roughness. “Show me that pretty face when you’re lettin’ go.”

A couple more rolls of your hips and you’re gasping and stuttering against him, Atsumu pulling you just right against his thigh as your eyes slam shut, knot inside you violently snapping in an instant as you tremble underneath him, your mouth falling open in a silent scream.

“That’s my fuckin’ girl.” His voice comes out deep and breathy, hands tightening their grip on you. “Ride it all out f’ me, rela- oh s-shit.”

Your eyes widen as soon as the sound of footsteps registers in your mind, and your head swiftly turns back to see that Atsumu’s already pulling your shorts back over your cunt, your juices immediately soaking through the fabric as he holds you flush against his chest, big hand cradling the back of your head.

“‘Tsumu..!” You whisper, but he’s shushing you with gentle strokes along the back of your head.

“What, ‘Samu?” he calls out, his mind putting together a silent prayer that his twin was not about to open the door.

His prayers go unanswered.

“You two ready yet?” Osamu’s asking as soon as he flings open the door, the knob accidentally slipping through his grasp, and your door crashes against your wall with a loud thud a second later.

You faintly hear him mutter an “oops” before his eyes are finally falling on you, brow raising at the sight of you clinging tightly onto atsumu as your chest heaves up and down.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI.

“What?” you can feel your concentration falter as soon as the sound of Sakusa’s voice reaches you, and you’re immediately wiping at the frustrated tears that have begun to collect along your lashes. “Can’t cum like that?”

You’re quick to shake your head, and he doesn’t miss the slight tremble to your lips. Cute.

Sakusa had his doubts about this idea of yours from the start. He knows how needy you always get— knows that despite that innocent face of yours, your cunt’s anything but. It’s greedy. Something like this was probably not gonna be able to get you to finish, and he knew that.. but a part of him was just curious.

What he wasn’t expecting, however, was to see you this frustrated. Your chest is rising up and down with each angry pant, arm coming to rub at your nose from the occasional sniffle after being denied orgasm after orgasm.

And him? he’s never felt such a strong ache before. The dark spot on his shorts are a tell-tale sign that he’s been leaking with pre-cum, and he can practically feel it starting to drip down his cock. Neither of you were doing so well, and if he was being honest, he’s on the verge of flipping you over and putting you in a mating press— but the small voice inside him wants to see you come undone on his thighs. Badly.

He’s just gotta see how you look.

“Need your cock, Omi.” You mumble, rising onto your knees to scoot further up, but he’s stopping you only a second later. “Omi? Why..?”

“No.” he says flatly. “You don’t.”

“I do!” You’re protesting immediately after, hands balancing on his shoulders. “Can’t finish without it— ah!”

You yelp when he’s roughly pulling you back down, his quad flexing as soon as your cunt makes contact with his leg. The hands around your hips are tight, and Sakusa’s setting a rhythm only a moment later, keeping the muscles of his legs firm and flexed to better rub against your clit.

“W-wait!” You’re stammering, whining straight into his ear as you frantically latch onto him. He lets you bury your face into the crook of his neck as he works you closer to your high, forcing you into a mind-numbing pace to have you flying right off the edge in a few more seconds.

“You can— don’t fight it.” His voice comes out as a deep grunt, a result of his dragged out attempts at ignoring the borderline painful throb of his cock, and oh- he was so going to take you in a mating press after this. The second you’re finished gushing, he was gonna flip you over and finally rid himself this irritating ache.

“Omi!” You sob, eyes clenching shut as your hips start to stutter, and he can feel you trembling underneath his hands. “Omi.. O-omi— ‘m close!” He only responds by roughly pressing his thigh up against you, thick muscle hitting your clit just right as you choke out a scream, finally gushing all over his thighs.

“See?” He exhales, breath hitching in his throat when your nails dig deep into his back, his hands slowly moving you up and down to ride out your high.

“You can.”

DAICHI SAWAMURA.

“Feeling good, huh? Don’t try to fight it.”

Daichi grunts when you tug at his hair a little harder, face buried deep into his front as you desperately hump his leg. He’s gentle with you, strong hands guiding you up and down his leg, but he’d be lying if he said his patience wasn’t starting to wear thin.

The sweet nothings he’s been whispering into your ear this entire time are starting to sound a lot less like cooing and a lot more like grunting.

He couldn’t help it. He can feel you so so vividly, feel your juices dripping down the sides of his thigh and hear you moaning straight into his chest. You were soaked through and through, and it’s taking everything in him to stay patient and let you have this.

“There you go.” He’s praising you when you grind against him particularly hard, ignoring the way his shorts are feeling painfully tight around his cock. “Just like that— move exactly like that.”

“Daichi,” you whine. “‘M getting so close— feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He exhales deeply, and the way his cock twitches suddenly has him groaning, hands squeezing a bit too hard against your hips as you wince. “Daichi..?”

“Oops, sorry princess.” He’s clenching his jaw, giving you a weak smile as you wrap your arms around him. “That’s my bad. Don’t mind me, okay? Just.. worry about yourself— this is all about you right now.”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI.

You weren’t as subtle as you thought.

His legs just looked so strong, so perfect to sit on, and you couldn’t help yourself. He didn’t seem to think too much of it when you first sat a little lower than you usually did, straddling his mid thigh as he flipped through another manga that Tendou had lent him earlier that week.

Just subtle movements up and down his thigh was your original plan, but it didn’t take very long for him to catch on.

“What are you doing?” Ushijima’s voice has you jolting from where you’re seated on his left thigh, his gaze now on you and the way you’re frantically waving your arms around in defense, barely able to stammer out a “N-nothing!”

You just barely catch the way his eyebrow raises in suspicion. It has you moving off him the next second, but he’s tossing aside the manga, big and strong hands easily wrapping around your hips to keep you planted on him.

“Don’t leave yet.” He says, stern and flat, but you catch the hint of curiosity swirling deep in his eyes.

The familiar heat of embarrassment is flooding to your face in an instant, and your head hangs low. “S-sorry, Toshi.” You mumble, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “Your thighs just looked so big, just wanted to… ride them.”

It’s silent.

You work up the courage to snack a glance at him again, now faced with the sight of his head tilted a bit, as if confused by your confession. “B-but!” You continue, mouth already running off on its own. “Forget it, okay? It might be weird— Toshi..?”

It was just one little flex of his quad, one that had the muscle pushing up against your clit, but the way his name rolled off your tongue sounded sinful. You can feel his grip around your hips tightening a bit, and he’s leaning in to close the gap between the two of you.

“Wouldn’t it feel better like this?”

BOKUTO KOUTAROU.

It started off with an accidental brush of his knee against your cunt.

Bokuto had always been eager with his kisses. He had you pinned down on his mattress, body hovering over yours as he moved his lips against your own— and he hadn’t even noticed anything different until he heard you suddenly moan into his mouth. He’s pulling away the next second, eyes wide as he tries gauging your reaction again, bringing his knee back to rub over your cunt. And … just like clockwork, your eyes clench shut and you choke back a gasp.

He swallows thickly.

Only five minutes later and he’s got you seated on his thigh, moving you back and forth with a needy grunt, his free hand squeezing your cheeks as he forces you to look up at him. “Don’t look away, ‘kay?”

“You look pretty— pretty like that. I just wanna see.”

The look on his face isn’t much different from yours. His mouth is slightly parted in desperate pants, deep red spreading across his cheeks at the sight of you feeling good on his leg. He’s swallowing deeply before he takes in a sharp inhale right after, already pussy drunk and his dick hasn’t even touched you yet.

The way your face starts to contort when you’re rapidly approaching your high has him just hoping he doesn’t end up finishing untouched. It’s throbbing— absolutely aching with need and as soon as you start sobbing his name, he can feel his patience shatter into thin pieces.

You let out a loud yelp as soon as your back hits the mattress, Bokuto looming over you with a strained look on his face as he rushes to line his tip up with your hole. “S-sorry.” His voice is just above a growl. “I can’t help it after all. It’s okay though, right? Gonna make you feel good.”

[alpali]

Ushijima who falls hard for you. He loves quietly and observingly. With a small frown on his face he watches you from across the cafeteria. Wondering what you liked to eat, what you were thinking about, what did you like to talk about.

Ushijima who, when you’re around, blushes like an idiot. His brows pulled together and arms crossed. He mostly never makes eye contact with you just because his heart practically beats out of his chest.

Ushijima who finally talks to you and thinks he’s fallen all over again because of how beautiful your voice is. He never wants you to stop he’ll listen to you for hours, for days.

Tendou notices almost immediately and tells practically everyone on the team. It’s a little funny how he’ll openly admit that he has feelings for you except to you in general.

“You guys really haven’t noticed the way he looks at her hmmm?” Tendou teases

“I don’t see a problem. I like her.” He says blindly.

However he always refuses to actually confess his feelings. He’s scared of rejection and that’s what he tells Tendou when he asks.

“Really? That’s it? I mean, yea you’re probably unfamiliar with the feeling.” Tendou deadpans

Ushijima blinks.

“It’s not entirely that. It’s not like my ego would be hurt. I just…don’t want to know that she doesn’t feel the way I do.”

“Because you like her a lot?”

“Yes. Very much so.”

The whole team made a bet with him that if they beat Karasuno, he’d have to ask you out. Which to them would be the easiest way. However they lost and even Ushijima is a little sad they lost the bet.

But here you come strutting up to him, a pout on your pretty lips.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” You rub his arm.

And even though his whole body is warming up and buzzing he can’t help the little chuckle that spills out. You look at him a little confused but he waves it off.

“You’re making it sound like someone has passed. We’ll just have to beat them next time. And I know we will.”

You smile, enjoying the way he sees the bright side of things. Of course this wouldn’t bring him down.

“Yes you will.” You laugh and he lets a small smile grace his lips.

“May I ask you something?” He gulps, his throat suddenly feeling dry.

“What’s up?” You rock back and forth on your feet.

“Would you like to go out sometime?” He avoids your gaze, his lips pursed.

You gush at the sight. The red in his cheeks. This man was a giant but right now he looks like a child being scolded.

“I’d like that a lot. Wakatoshi.”

He perks up, his eyes gleaming.

“Really?” He blinks.

“Yes.” You laugh and honestly this feels better than winning a match.

“Ushijima is fine.” He says.

“My apologies Ushijima. I’d love to go out with you.”

Ushijima who is a love sick man.

[lxnarphase]

━━ ❝ it's sticky, toshi... ❞

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...synopsis : you help ushijima finally realize that he's got a breeding kink

ᯓ ❤₊‧⁺...cw : u. wakatoshi x fem!reader, dirty talk, messy and wet, teasing, marathon sex, pet names, breeding kink, talks of pregnancy, ushijima can't stop cumming

ᯓ ❤₊‧⁺...lunar's note : haikyuu save me, save me ushijima wakatoshi, SAVE ME !! anyways hi i spent 150$ on ushijima merch yesterday and i don't regret it, so say hello to my haikyuu phase coming back !!!

ushijima having a breeding kink isn't a surprise to you at all.

what is surprising is how long it takes for him to figure it out.

sure, at first it wasn't clear, but after being with him for so long, you quickly pick up on whenever he'd mutter in your ear as he slid his stupidly big cock inside of you, saying how badly he wished he could cum inside of you instead in the condom.

afterwards, he's so focused on cleaning you up and making sure you felt good and satisfied, you don't get a chance to question him on it. not that you were complaining, ushijima is so cute when he's asking if you need anything and constantly reminds you to get up and go use the bathroom.

it's even cuter when he realizes you can't walk.

"ah. i'm sorry, i didn't realize how hard i went...here, let me help."

eventually, you to suggest things to ushijima, trying to test out the waters with him.

you start by just asking if he’d want to fuck you without the condom, what he thought about cumming inside, even jokingly saying you’d make him a dad one day.

but it seems like that last part was swimming around his head for a while...he can't get the thought of you getting chubby and round with his kid out of your head. and knowing he'd be able to take care of you all the time? that thought alone made him shiver a little.

what can he say, he loves doting on you more than anything.

however, you aren't expecting the way he reacted weeks after dealing with your teasing and questioning, fueling the thoughts swirling inside his head.

"toshi, if you ever cum inside me, you should set it as your phone background! actually, wait, no, because what if your teammates see it..."

"..."

"mm, maybe a video instead? ooh, yeah, i want a video of you cumming in me then pullin' out so i can see it spill out, toshtosh, would you do that f' me?"

he doesn't reply and doesn't give you a chance to comment again. the visual you painted in his mind just too much for him.

next thing you know, ushi's got you folded in half on the bed, making sure you feel every drag of his stupidly fat cock against your hot gummy walls. he's pulling out to just the tip before slamming back inside you, groaning each time you let out a whimper of his name or squeeze down on him.

"toshi, t-toshi! h-hoohmygod, please, baby, c-calm down, 'm sorry f' teasin', oh my goddd...!"

you're so fucking wet and noisy, he wants to make you be quiet because he feels like your going to make him cum too fast but he'd never ever do it as the thought of not being able to hear you is painful.

he's lost track of time, your cunt making him brainless as he pumps his cock in and out of you as he groans your name, one of his hands pinning your arms to your back while the other presses your head into the pillows.

"s-shhh, honey, let...let me make you feel good, y're so loud..."

it's so fucking messy and sloppy, his cum is dripping out of your tight pussy from how many times he’s emptied his load into you, but he still isn’t stopping, no, he can't. it’s leaking from between your thighs, leaving a milky white sheen on his dick, dripping down onto the bedsheets.

"m-mmh, nooo, toshi, don' wanna be quiet, i-i wan' you to hear how good you make me feel, baby," you purr between moans, knowing that your voice was enough to get him off. the throb of his dick inside of you told you that you were right.

“i...i thought 'bout fucking you like this all day, during practice…that i’d fuck you full of my cum, get it so deep inside you," he mutters with a grunt, moving his hands off you so he could drape himself over your back.

"f-fuck, everyone knew something was off, kageyama kept asking me if-if was okay, how 'm i 'posed to tell him my pretty little honey is waiting at home for me to fill them with my cum?”

with an affirming coo, you manage to tilt your head to the side to look over your shoulder, wanting to see how ushijima is holding up and god, the sight is so sinful.

ushijima's dripping in sweat, his bottom lip swollen and puffy from his teeth digging into it. his fluffy hair is messy and sticking to his damp forehead, and his eyes are shut, squeezing in pleasure when the head of his cock brushed against that sweet spot just right, making your cunt spasm around him.

but his eyes keep opening to see the mess between the both of you. each thrust causes his cum to spill out around him, loud, wet squelches filling the bedroom. and it's only fueling his need to fill you up again, and again, and again, until he can’t anymore.

ushijima can’t stop himself, flipping you over onto your back and folding you into a mating press and, god, he's so fucking happy he did. the way you sob his name, your nails clawing at his back as you cry in pleasure about how much deeper he is now driving him insane.

“t-toshi, cum in me, please, wanna make you a daddy, please.”

“I know, baby, I’ll give you all of it, fuck you full of cum until you can’t take anymore.”

fuck, he’s so loud, he sounds so good. ushi's deep, drawn out groans and pants of your name making you go dizzy, his big hands squeezing your waist tightly each time your hands tug at his hair.

“mm, fuck, that’s right, take all my cum, look at you, so good, can you take more? let...let me cum in you again, baby, you promised you’d make me a daddy, right? i-i need to make sure it sticks.”

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[umehaji]

— 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓;

☾ Content: popstar f!reader much more famous than your pro volleyball player boyfriend- you finally hard launch your relationship on instagram but the public reaction isn't what you expect, so you take matters into your own hands

ft. Ushijima Wakatoshi, Hinata Shouyou, Miya Atsumu, Bokuto Koutarou, Kageyama Tobio

☾ A/N: inspired by dua lipa and callum turner and my girl sabrina

— 𝐔𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢;

Ushijima doesn't even have an instagram, naturally. the closest thing is he's got is his team's account, curated and managed by the PR team. so when you wiggle your phone in front of him to show him the chosen piece for your account, he just gives it a cursory glance and nods. the photo is from backstage at one of your concerts earlier this month: you, glowing with joy, arm slung casually around his neck, leaning into him as you beam up at him with a smile that could light up your stadiums. he's got one arm wrapped securely around your waist, usual stoic expression softened by a warmth in his eyes as he gazes down at you- one that only you seem to be able to draw out of him.

but the reactions to your post are swift and crushing. you're beyond proud of Ushijima- proud of his quiet strength, his dedication, his raw talent. you know you shouldn’t and it shouldn’t—doesn’t—matter, but your thumb keeps scrolling through the comments. each one feels like a knife twisting deeper, a personal attack, particularly the ones suggesting he doesn't care, that he looks like he's got the emotional depth of a spoon, that this is all just a PR move somehow. watching the sweetest man you know not get the recognition he truly deserves hurts more than you want to admit.

ᯓ🏐

when Ushijima steps into your shared bedroom, shirtless, his hair still damp from a post-workout shower and sweatpants slung low on his hips, his gaze finds you sitting at your vanity. the soft light of the mirror highlights your delicate features, casting a warm glow over your pretty face.

"toshi," you greet him warmly, turning toward him with an inviting smile. he pads over to you, barefoot, and you tilt your chin up expectantly. he rests one hand on the back of your chair, the other on the edge of your desk and leans down, capturing your lips in a long, slow kiss, his head tilting to deepen it as he lifts a hand to your cheek, gently smoothing his thumb across your soft skin before drawing back, a small smile curving up on his lips when he sees the dazed look in your eyes.

"morning, love." he says simply, before walking off to the kitchen to make himself a protein shake. completely oblivious to the phone propped up against your mirror, the livestream on the screen, and the chaos that you've just unleashed within your fanbase.

readerfanatic_official joined popicon4life just fell to my knees screaming in the 711 parking lot platinum_readerstan she's dating a TREE tinyreader777 'morning love'???...our queen is built different i would've evaporated on the spot bipbop_23 ...i get it now readerfan2024 guess i'm into volleyball now glitznglamfan girl i'm scared for ur holes

— 𝐇𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐨𝐮;

it's a cute photo: the two of you on a beach at a resort, there for one of Oikawa's games. Hinata's got his head in your lap, one of your hands gently running through his messy orange hair while your other hand rests on his chest. you're gazing out at the sea, a serene smile gracing your face as you enjoy the view, while Hinata looks up at you, equally captivated by what he sees.

the comments that flood in are anything but kind. most of them poke fun at his height, with fans wondering how he managed to catch your eye when he's fighting gravity every day, others insisting that he must just be very funny. and it doesn’t bother Hinata at all, not that you can tell- he just scratches the back of his head and laughs, exclaiming that it's nothing he hasn't heard before, that he’ll just have to work twice as hard to earn your fans’ approval. ignoring your protests that he has nothing to prove.

ᯓ🏐

a few eagle-eyed fans are the first ones to notice it and not long after, screenshots of your activity start to circulate. first it's you liking an edit of Hinata lifting his shirt during ones of his games to wipe sweat off his brow. then it's a clip of him leaping into the air, showing off his energy and athleticism. a third like is a snapshot of Hinata celebrating a victory, fists clenched and knees bent, muscles in his thighs flexed as he roars with triumph.

the one that nips it in the bud is when you share a post to your story. it’s a reel- a compilation of Hinata’s spikes, his raw energy and unstoppable power lighting up the court as he slams the ball past his opponents. your fans lose it when you post a mirror selfie on the same day: you've got your back turned toward the mirror, all dolled up for an award ceremony in a gown that leaves nothing and everything to the imagination. you look good, accentuated by the man at your side who, unlike you, is facing the mirror. but Hinata isn't looking at the camera- his heated gaze is on your reflection instead. one of his arms is curved loosely around your waist, hand resting just above your ass.

the internet goes wild.

mvpmichelle8 2h 385 likes our girl is thirsting publicly on main i respect it robsessed247 2h 306 likes rip to her ass cheeks keanue_433 2h 243 likes ...what team does he play for again stanacctreader 1h 178 likes she got herself a short KING FR newvolley_98 1h 85 likes so when’s the next game where you get a front-row seat to his… spikes? 🥵

— 𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮;

you don’t exactly share the photo yourself, but it might as well be yours. when Vogue posts the cover shot and tags you, it goes viral almost instantly. because Atsumu is seated in a luxurious chair, looking every bit like a king in his perfectly tailored suit, legs spread confidently, an air of dominance about him. you're perched on the armrest beside him, the slit of your black dress exposing the smooth curves of your body. one of your hands is loosely intertwined with his, resting on your thigh. the chemistry is palpable, electric. the sultry confidence in your posture paired with the intensity in Atsumu's gaze makes it impossible to look away. paired with the article about your relationship, this is a power couple at its finest.

or at least so you think.

the opinions of your fans are mixed, but those who disapprove don't hold back. they say that he must be cheating on you, that he looks untrustworthy, that his self-assured interview quotes only highlight how self-absorbed he is, implying he’s too consumed with himself to ever treat you right. Atsumu's ready to fight everyone questioning his devotion to you before you remind him that he can’t spend all day replying to hate comments- he has practice, and that you’ll handle it.

ᯓ🏐

you show up to the world championship that month with your entourage in tow. you visit Atsumu in his locker room to wish him good luck, ignoring the way his teammates trip over themselves gaping at you. he almost doesn’t let you leave, seizing you in a deep kiss that leaves you a little unsteady on your feet, but you plan a firm hand on his chest because you have places to be, a job to do.

when Atsumu steps up to serve and you watch as his routine unfolds, the familiar movements flowing effortlessly, your PR team is at the ready. his signature has evolved since his early days, the fist still a familiar gesture, but now his index finger uncurls at the last moment, pointing into the crowd. he doesn’t need to look; he always knows exactly where you are. but today, it’s different. you’re not in the shadows, hiding behind sunglasses or a baseball cap. today, you’re wearing his jersey, sitting front and center, in the best seat in the house. you’re clapping louder than anyone else, beaming so hard your cheeks hurt.

this time, when he finds you in the crowd, the whole world is watching.

Us Weekly: Atsumu Miya Makes History with Serve: Fans Go Wild over Major 'Couple Goals' Moment at the World Championship Buzzfeed: Is He Pointing to Y/N? 10 Moments Atsumu Miya Was Literally Screaming 'I Love You' Sports Illustrated: Atsumu Miya’s Serve Gets Personal: The Unspoken Gesture You Didn’t Know Was for Y/N Kyodo News: Fans Flock to See Miya Atsumu's Relationship with Global Sensation Y/N in Full View Cosmopolitan: Y/N and Atsumu Miya: From Music Charts to Volleyball Courts—Their Love Story (Exclusive)

— 𝐁𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮;

what you think is a beautiful moment, your fans interpret quite differently. in the photo you post, Bokuto's strong arms are wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him as he hugs you from behind. his hands are positioned low on your abdomen, fingers spread wide and pressing down lightly, a playful gesture that has you squirming in response. the candid shot your manager took captures you in mid-laugh. you're tilting away from him, hands gripping his wrists, body twisted in a half-escape as though you're trying to dodge his ticklish touch. Bokuto's lips are pressed softly to the side of your neck, the curve of your shoulder partly obscuring his face. his expression is partially hidden, but the corner of his mischievous grin peeks out, his eyes glinting at the camera as he looks up right at that moment.

your fans tear him apart, their words dripping with criticism- accusing him of being too touchy, claiming that you don’t want him like that, that he's too obsessed, too forward. the comments flood in, one after another, each one more biting than the last. the relentless stream of negativity cuts deep, and you can see the toll it takes on Bokuto as he scrolls on his phone with a downtrodden look. you tell him to ignore it, that he has nothing to worry about, but you can tell it does little to lift his spirits.

ᯓ🏐

you show him that night just how deeply you care about him, straddling his lap and gently cupping his face in your hands. your lips meet his in a soft, reverent kiss, a silent exchange that you hope conveys volumes. you murmur against his mouth, telling him how perfect he is, watching with a quiet smile as the tips of his ears go red. but then he shifts, flipping you over on the bed, caging you in with thick arms all while still blushing so prettily. and when you feel something hard and big pressing against your inner thigh, you wonder what you've gotten yourself into.

Bokuto goes even redder the next day when he wakes up to incessant texting from his teammates and he opens social media to find a photo on your feed: it's of him shirtless, lying on his front and cradling a pillow with his cheek smooshed into it, his hair down and expression peaceful. what's not so peaceful is the view of his bare back- red streaks running down his tanned skin, unmistakably from your fingers. the white sheets thrown over his legs obscure anything from the waist down but his face flushes deeper as he takes in the rest of the intimate scene.

you've got one hand resting gently on his head, fingers woven loosely in his hair, thumb caressing his cheek mid-stroke. it's soft, casual, possessive.

fan_gurl_4 1h 403 likes the way we thought HE was the obsessed one...how the turn tables bobfriend_76 1h 386 likes she's marking her territory glamjam69 1h 207 likes ...this ain't demure or mindful at all menin4k22 45m 146 likes ma’am for science, p-please remove those sheets readerfan234 14m 121 likes the way she's touching him...i need a moment to grieve 😩

— 𝐊𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐨;

the release party for your new album goes off without a hitch, and you score tons of cute photos with Kageyama, cuddling up to him that night to scroll through and select the best ones. your top choice is one of the more simple shots: you, with one hand resting on his chest, leaning into the arm he’s wrapped around your waist. his long fingers were hot against your skin through the delicate fabric of your dress, and you swear you can still feel the imprints of them. he's serious in the shot, his lips set in a stern line as he gazes into the camera, but you adore that look on him. especially when that same gaze shifts to you, hinting at something deeper, something darker, waiting for later.

your fans, however, don't see what you do. so you wake up to a barrage of comments, about how he looks boring, how he probably doesn't know a single one of your lyrics, how you could do so much better. naturally, Kageyama doesn't give a single shit as to what your fans think about him. just kisses you goodbye and heads off to practice, duffel bag slung over his broad shoulder. but you care.

ᯓ🏐

it takes a fair amount of convincing and a hefty dose of bribery, which somehow includes you securing an advertisement contract with one of Kageyama's favorite yogurt brands, but he finally agrees to appear in the music video for your latest hit. though, you can't help but think it had more to do with you casually hinting that your company had intended on pulling in one of the hottest actors currently on the scene, known for making girls swoon at meet-and-greets.

he plays a cop arresting you for a string of crimes you commit in the name of revenge on your cheating ex, culminating in him pushing you down in the backseat of his patrol car. it's hot, steamy, and when he shoves his knee between your legs, leaning over you with one hand pinning your wrists above your head, you won't deny that you make a mental note to recreate this scene later, without the cameras.

the music video shatters records and skyrockets to the top of the charts.

and the comments this time? well. they speak for themselves.

bops234 • 1 day ago this awakened something in me fando23 • 12 hours ago i'm going to need this man's @ immediately barkbarkbark_89 • 12 hours ago are we sure he doesn't want to switch career paths stanacctreader • 10 hours ago i thought he was just a plain slice of milk bread but boy was i wrong freedomsings145 1h • 5 hours ago casting your real life boyfriend as the main romantic lead in your music video is such a power move, as always our queen's taste is IMPECCABLE atsumumiya • 2 hours ago he looks like a foot

[romaevelizz]

˖ ࣪⊹ he’s the kind of guy to just to pick you up. Oh, your feet are hurting? His big arms will lift you up carrying you like a princess through the street. Oh, you want a hug? He’ll scoop you up lifting you higher of the ground. Don’t wanna walk anymore? He will carry you without a single tought… because why would he let his princess do something so hard? You think is simple looking as good as you do putting in hard work no! Of course not. So he’ll carry you even if you say you’re just fine, to be fair he likes showing off his strength and why not in a way that’s treating you aswell?

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, BOKUTO KOUTARU, Aone Takanobu, Iwaizumi Hajime, OIKAWA TOORU, TANAKA RYUNOSUKE, Bakugo Katsuki, KIRISHIMA EJIRO, MIDORIYA IZUKU, Iida Tenya, Shoji Mezo.

[woncheolisms]

At any given moment, i am thinking about Apex Alpha!Ushijima.

Not just alpha. But apex Alpha.

It’s pretty clear even from a distance that Ushijima is like no other alpha around him. Taller than any of his fellows, undoubtedly broader, he takes up space in a way the others fail to. His face is set in a perpetual blank look. Something in his expression screams ‘watch out’.

He also has an excruciating presence. When he enters a room, the scent of every other alpha pales in comparison. Even before he presented, Ushijima had an aura about him, so no one was surprised when he presented not only as an alpha, but an apex.

Shiratorizawa is proud to have an Apex in their ranks, considering how rare a breed they are. Ushijima is a star pupil, a star athlete. Shiratorizawa’s golden boy. The alphas revere him. They can’t even bring themselves to have a jealous streak when it comes to him. All that exists is envy. And the knowledge that they can never be him.

And the omegas. Oh lord. The omegas throw themselves at his feet. Often figuratively, and sometimes even literally. An apex alpha would be the ideal mate. The very pinnacle of the food chain. Any omega who he ended up with Ushijima would be the luckiest little thing on the planet. What a rare luck it would be, bagging an apex alpha as your mate?

Imagine how the school reels in surprise when Ushijima sets his sights on you.

You are, by no means, special. You are not a prime omega. Your scent, while undoubtedly omega, is light. It is not an omega scent that reels alphas in with how rich it is. Your stature isn’t particularly impressive for an omega either, though it isn’t bad. There is no way to describe it. You are just….. ordinary.

So you are confused as all hell when the king of alphas, an apex, presents you with a delicate bracelet one day. He had always been friendly with you, and you assumed it was just him being kind to the students of Shiratorizawa as part of his makeshift pack. But this, a thin, shiny chain with a single heart-shaped charm, made his intentions clear. This was a courting gift, there was no two ways about it.

You saw the apex alpha smile for the first time when you accepted his gift. And it solidified the fact that you accepted his advances.

Being courted by an apex alpha was also an interesting experience. Different to other alphas. His gifts were extremely personalised, stuff that he knew you needed or would be very useful. He was a man of few words, but his actions were glaring, they seemed to scream his intentions at you loud and clear. His aura and scent were so strong that there wasn’t even any need for him to scent you or your things. Five minutes in his presence meant that everyone would know where you had been for hours afterward. Despite being so physically huge, his touch was gentle and comforting. And slowly, you grew so attached to him that it hurt to be without.

Overtime, you realised that a lot of what ushijima did was not his status but rather just him. He was naturally so firm yet gentle. His gifts being so practical was just how his mind worked. Being a good person and a good leader was not because he was an apex, but because he was….. Ushijima Wakatoshi.

It was so easy to love him. And to choose him as your mate. He was truly the ideal. And every second of every day you were grateful that he had chosen you, for whatever reason, to be his omega.

Just the thought of Apex Alpha!Ushijima is so near and dear to me. If anyone can be an Apex, it’s him.

[na0koz]

hq boys fav positions…

fem reader. suna, sakusa, ushijima, atsumu, kenma, tsukishima, mattsun

suna’s fav is cowgirl. he’s lazy but he can still tease you like he always does - e.g. jerking his hips up into you when you slow down, guide your hips with his biiiig slender hands. also easy clit access he loves to finish at the same time as you.

for sakusa im feeling doggy or prone bone. i am just feeling that from him. he loves to squeeze the fat around your hips and thighs while he pulls you back and forth on his dick. he also feels he reaches the deepest this way.

ushijima. mating press or missionary. he likes to see all of you while you guys have sex and it also makes you look extra small under him compared to his giant build. he’s never said it out loud but the size difference between you guys turns him onnnn.

atsumu is also a doggy lover. he lives to be balls deep inside you, especially in a position he can go faster and harder in. i think he’d also like to do it standing up, for example in the shower. atsumu and shower sex go hand in hand for me.

kenma likes when youre on his lap. he’s working while you cockwarm him before he finally caves into your begging and bends you over the desk or just fucks up into you in his chair. good thing it’s wipe clean fabric.

tsukishima also likes cowgirl/reverse cowgirl/anything where you do all the work. he’s lazy with it and finds it very tiring to fuck you while you lay back on the bed, so you can get yourself and him off by riding him.

mattsun doesn’t really have a favourite position in particular but he really enjoys fucking you in places that aren’t your bed. e.g. over a counter, the couch, in the car if he’s feeling particularly freaky. he just likes getting off with you.

[evamame]

ushijima gives the bluntest compliments. you two will just be walking together, hand in hand, and he’ll randomly blurt out something like, “you look very beautiful today.” or “i like when you smile like that.” he never sugarcoats his words, but that’s exactly how you know he is so genuine with everything he says. nothing he tells you is anything but the complete and honest truth. and through every fleeting moment where he acknowledges his inner thoughts out loud, one thing is clear—he’s so deeply in love with you.

[haikyu-mp4]

You snooze, you lose – Ushijima wc 985 – gn!reader requested by @cheesypuffkins87 for A blast from the past, now hiring! edition<3

Ushijima wasn’t a dater. He struggled to connect with anyone in a way that made him want to bring them on a date, and if he got that far, they usually didn’t want a second date. It seemed like a lot of them found him… boring.

This is how he ended up on a blind date set up by none other than Semi Eita. One of his contacts had expressed their interest, and Semi thought his friend might have more success with the surprise element.

Ushijima bought flowers on his way, dressed in a nice green sweatshirt with a white shirt under it and some good jeans. He thought it was quite appropriate for a spring day like this one. The birds fluttering about had him thinking this might be his lucky day at finding love. He entered a quaint cafe where Semi had told him to meet, making his way over to a free table close enough to the door so he could be visible to whoever came for him.

The sun was shining through the windows, laying warm kisses on his cheeks and helping him relax. Laying the flowers on the table, he waited patiently with his hands folded.

You loved your job. Sure, every other day had some unfortunate events or rude customers, but you genuinely enjoyed being a small part of so many people’s days. And nothing was better than the thrill of watching someone on their first date.

Now, this guy, he was gorgeous. One of your coworkers had to physically lift your jaw back up as you nearly drooled while watching him wait for his presumed date. You were happy to be on floor duty, walking around and picking up empty cups and plates so you could still keep an eye on his table.

When his date finally came, she greeted him kindly with a weird hug he hardly returned. You giggled under your breath as you watched them awkwardly sit across from each other, wondering how long you should wait to ask if they were going to order.

You weren’t given the chance.

After an emergency cleanup further into the cafe, where an old lady dropped her cup off the table, you came back to the front just as the date made her way back out the door, leaving a handsome man with his flowers.

“That was a quick meeting! Could I get you anything?” you asked him kindly, holding up your pen and notepad to try and not stare too hard. He looked up in slight surprise, then nodded appreciatively.

“It seemed she had better things to do, but I would love a lemonade if you have.”

Your jaw dropped once again, pointing towards the door with your pen. “Better things to do than you?” you asked, not at all worried about your coworker snorting from the register somewhere behind you. Ushijima’s eyebrows lifted only slightly, and you shook your head. “Sorry, I’ll get a lemonade going for you.”

Clicking your pen, you shoved it along with your notebook into your pocket, turning away with a smile only to turn right back around when he spoke up again. “I could pay for one more if you would like to join me instead,” he suggested, and you would have thought it was a joke if he hadn’t looked so genuine.

Just as you were about to say you couldn’t sit down while on payroll, your coworker had teleported to stand beside you. “Twenty-minute lunch break starting now,” was all he said before pulling the other chair out and forcing you to sit down.

“You sure bounce back fast,” you chuckled as you were suddenly on eye level with Ushijima, finding him even prettier like this. Your ears burned, and not just from the sun.

“I have a friend who likes to say You snooze, you lose.”

Although you had no idea how his previous date found him so boring, you had to mentally thank her. You enjoyed twenty minutes of flowing conversation with Ushijima, loving the way he genuinely listened to you and seemed to actually care. In turn, he told you about his friends and his job and his hobbies, not shy of letting you get to know him.

You were swooning over a compliment when your eyes found the wall clock, realising the date would have to come to an end. “Thank you, Wakatoshi. I had a great time, but work is calling.”

“I would like to call you as well, this has been entirely pleasant. Could I have your number?” he asked, already tucking his hand into his pocket to fish out his phone.

“Of course.” Taking the phone from him after he unlocked it, you hoped the blush hadn’t travelled too far over your face. “Text me. I’ll answer after work.”

“Here, have these. You were my date today, after all.” As he said this, he held up the flower bouquet he had originally brought for his other date. With a wide grin, you gratefully accepted them.

“They’re gorgeous, thank you!”

That evening, when you finally escaped into the fresh night air with your bag on your shoulder and a bouquet in your arms, you were thrilled to see a message from an unknown number and promptly saved it as a new contact. You answered the message to confirm he had reached you, only to stare wide-eyed when his caller ID popped up.

The two of you talked on the phone for the entire walk home, and you even had the chance to set up another date.

“I can’t wait!” you squealed, deciding you didn’t have to hide your interest when he was so open about his.

“You will have to, it is not until tomorrow.”

Shaking your head, you smiled fondly. “It’s- you’re right. I look forward to it, though.”

“I do, too. Have a good night, y/n.”

“You as well, Wakatoshi.”

masterlist

HUUUGE credit to @cottonlemonade, who basically came up with the plot<3

[kitashousewife]

“do you need the winter blankets out?” ushijima peaks from around the corner of the linen closet.

“hmm? no, how come?” you look up from the book you’re reading. he’s looking through the blankets with a concentrated look. you smile.

“you were trying to take the blankets last night,” he carries a heavier blanket to the bed, draping it over your legs. “are you too cold?”

you put the book down, dog earring the corner. ushijima frowns at this. you quickly unfold it before he gets too upset. “no, i don’t think i was chilly. but i must have been,” you pull the quilt over your body, flattening it to cover his side too.

“i want to make sure you rest well,” he yawns, sliding in himself. “i brought the other blankets down from the top shelf in case this isn’t enough.”

“thank you ‘toshi,” you kiss his lips and he smiles. “what can i do to make sure you rest well?”

he’s quiet for a moment.

“hold me?”

you wrap your arms around him, nuzzling inbetween his shoulder blades.

“always.”