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[nininilawl]

Desperate Times Calls for Desperate Pleasures

PAIRING: Iwaizumi Hajime x fem!reader x Ushijima Wakatoshi

GENRE: college!au | wee bit of crack | smut (18+)

Minors DNI

TAGS + WARNINGS: threesome, oral (m and f receiving), mentions of vibrator, fingering, light degradation, cursing, light nipple play, masturbation (m and f), light manhandling, squirting, pussy slapping (like, twice), cum eating, double penetration, size kink, creampie, corruption kink if you squint, voyeurism, pining (sometimes subtle, mostly not), virgin!Ushijima

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 9.2k

SUMMARY: Your desire to get in Ushijima’s pants doesn’t go unnoticed by your roommate, Iwaizumi. Having reached his breaking point, though, he decides to take matters into his own hands. All characters are 18+

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Minor timeskip spoilers, since this takes place when Iwaizumi’s in California for school. Also, I’m only making Ushijima a virgin here since I feel like with him being so focused on volleyball, he didn’t think much about relationships back in high school. Also also, some of the dialogue exchanged between Iwaizumi and Ushijima are in Japanese, but are written in English (it’s sometimes implied throughout the story). Also also also, sorry if you do speak Japanese: this fic has taken that ability away.

Click here for the sequel, Desperate Times Call

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You don’t know how long you’ve been staring, but your roommate coughing into his fist tells you it’s been for long enough.

“This is Ushijima,” Iwaizumi motions to the man next to him. “We played volleyball against each other back in high school. He’s here to visit his dad, but he’ll come over from time to time.”

The handsome stranger–Ushijima–blankly stares at you as you feel your face heat up. He’s tall, taller than Iwaizumi, and just as muscular. His bone structure looks as though it was delicately sculpted; with a sharp jawline and high cheekbones, you’d argue he’d give Michelangelo’s works a run for their money. His eyes–a rich olive colour–continue to bore into yours, and you have to refrain from shivering under his gaze. With such a stoic expression, most people may find him intimidating. Maybe you do, too. But with the way his t-shirt deliciously hugs his torso, you can’t help but wonder what he’d look like on top of you without it, your nails digging into his back—

You’re still staring.

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[nininilawl]

can u do a part two of this scenario where the boys regretting and want them back but it was too late bcs the reader already move on? :((( i've thought about this kind of plot before BUT I NEVER THOUGHT THAT IT'LL HURT THIS BAD UNTIL I READ YOUR SCENARIO AAA</3

anyway i just found your blog and i already falling in love with ur writing. you bokuto fic is sure hurt so bad but it's really well written! <3

A/N: so sweet, anon! tysm for your support~ also, here’s my attempt at part 2. hope that everyone inc. you and others who requested will like it <3

Ex: Iwaizumi, Ushijima, DAISHOU, Sakusa, Osamu, Suna, Meian, Futakuchi

Present: Bokuto, Kageyama, Kuroo, HANAMAKI, Semi, Terushima, Romero, Mattsukawa

Part 1

"Hello?"

"Good afternoon, I would like to inform you that you have an outstanding balance of $50,000 that is still yet to be paid. I'm also calling in to let you know that there has been another purchase all amounting to $6,000. Please pay by the agreed deadline to prevent your account from freezing."

"I apologize. I will deal with the issue as soon as possible," his head ached. He hanged up the phone while massaging his temples. He sat on the chair by the kitchen counter and let his elbows take refuge on the granite.

He let out a sigh. He has been working himself hard but he knows he couldn't handle shouldering all the bills when there's no one to help him. He couldn't ask his partner. His partner knew nothing but to max his cards as if there was no limit. As if he doesn't have his own limits.

He heard the door open and let his eyes be greeted by the sight of shopping bags.

"Hey," his partner approached him and gave him a kiss but he turned his head away.

"The credit card company called. What did you buy that cost you $6,000 in one day? Do you even need it?" he tried hard to compose himself but he felt that his marriage life was being unfair so he was close to exploding.

"It's just a bag and a few clothes. Calm down," his spouse chuckled, still not feeling the gravity of the situation.

"Calm down? I am working my ass off 24/7 for us to have a comfortable life but that doesn't mean that you will abuse it," he raised his voice, the anger getting to him.

"Oh, excuse me? Wasn't this the life that you promised me? That I would have everything I wanted?" they retorted.

"You're unbelievable."

Suddenly, a memory came to him as fast and as harsh as the winter wind.

You screamed, jumping on him and wrapping your legs around his waist, "this is expensive, I told you not to get me anything!"

"You know I love spoiling you and you should know, there are a lot more coming when we get married," he smiled at your tear-stricken face. You buried your head in his neck, the love you have for him increasing every minute.

"And I will make sure that you will never have to worry about anything," he continued, kissing your cheeks as he hugged you.

"No, I don't want that. I want a life where we share each other's happiness and burdens. With every hardship that you face, know that I'm never going to leave you. We will resolve our issues as a family. And no matter how lavish or so-so our life is going to be, it will be okay because I am with you. And being with you is where I always ever wanted to be."

Your word burned into his mind and his heart numbed. It was too late. Way too late for him to back out of a marriage he shouldn't have offered to the wrong person in the first place.

"I was wrong," he said. Nowadays, he has been thinking of you a lot. And right now, as he stood across the person he didn't know very well yet he married, he realized the mistake he had done. He didn't want to feel it but the regret was uncontainable inside of him.

"What do you mean by th-, hey! Where are you going?" his partner questioned him as he went straight to the door. His mind was running in circles. He didn’t know what to do but his feet wanted to take him to the place where your love sparked and grew.

Your cart bumped against someone. You would have ignored it if it wasn't for the large amount of force applied to it, as if it was done on purpose.

"You again?"

"Ooh, if it isn't the one who went to their ex's wedding," he teased.

"You really have to say that? That was two years ago," you rolled your eyes and proceeded to buy your coffee mate.

"Masochist much?"

"Meddler much?" you retorted at the guy you met at his wedding. When you were about to walk out that day, he bumped into you so hard you almost fell. After that, he followed you because apparently he needed to apologize multiple times.

"Can I score a date now?"

"Nope, I'm busy," you pushed your cart and went to the condiment aisle.

"Don't you need this?" he said as he took a soy sauce from the shelf.

"Not really."

"Oh, I thought this is where you're getting your saltiness from?" he snickered.

"Ha ha," you rolled your eyes once more while a small smile grazed your lips.

"How 'bout this? Your source of spiciness and hotness," he then pulled a sriracha bottle while he wiggled his eyebrows.

"You're so annoying," you couldn’t help the giggle that went out your lips. You pulled his tie towards you to plant a soft kiss on his lips.

"I missed you," he said when you retracted.

“I missed you,” you smiled at him. You couldn’t believe you fell for this guy. He had an awful attitude and you didn’t like that. You always pushed him away but the guy seemed like he had a never-ending container of persistence.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Huh? Like what” your eyes blinked at his randomness.

“Like you want to french kiss me.”

You scoffed and hit his arm while he laughed continuously at your perplexed face. He always loved teasing you and making up for it after was the icing on the cake. Oh, and he loves biting you, too. His day wouldn't be complete without sinking his teeth onto the softness of your flesh. 

"What are you even doing here? I thought you were supposed to be back later?"

"I'm the boss, I can leave whenever I like. And since my partner is out on a grocery spree, why not beg for some attention," he hugged you and swayed the both of you sideways. 

"You're unbelieva-" you were cut off by a familiar sound. Your eyes moved away from your boyfriend to the man who stood eight feet away from you.

"Hey," you greeted him, not bothering to move away from your boyfriend's hold.

"Nice to see you again," he said as his eyes travelled along the arms wrapped around you.

What was he thinking? Did he really think that you couldn't move on from him? That you'd be running after him and waiting for him to come back? He was so stupid.

"Are you okay?" you asked, noticing the forlorn look on his face. He looked like he hasn’t slept for days, his eye bags and beard covered the handsome face you once knew.

"Yeah, uhm, can I talk to you?" he hoped, prayed desperately that you would let him but this was the start of his agony. He thought that with every broken promise he made, he deserved the accompanied jabbing pain to his chest. And this pain quickly spread to his body leaving him vulnerable. 

Can you give him one more chance? He would do everything just so you can give him the time you used to freely waste on him before. And even if it takes a long time, he would wait just like you did for him. 

"I'm sorry, now's not a good time. We have to pick up Miu but it was really nice seeing you again. You really got that marriage feel to you-,"

Your boyfriend cut you off, "What feel? The feel of emotional and physical exhaus-."

You jabbed your boyfriend by the waist making him whine. He was blunt as ever.

"Sorry about that.. we uh, we have to go, see you later," your ex looked like he wanted to stop you. But the glow you had on your eyes and the smile painted on your lips... he couldn't take it away. Not again. And you have a kid now.

So, he let you go for the second time around because he was a coward. He didn't deserve you, right from the start up 'til the end, he could never deserve you and the warmth you give. It was better for you to be with someone who would appreciate and love you like you should. And that person was already beside you. It was hard for him to say it but he was happy for you. 

"What do you mean by picking up Miu? My brother doesn’t need to be fetched, he's 17 years old," your boyfriend was confused.

"I know, I just felt that... whatever he needed to say, he should've said it years ago. And even if he said it now, it wouldn't make a difference," you intertwined your hand with his.

"Because I’m more handsome?" you chuckled at his obliviousness to the weight of the situation. 

"Because I have you now and that's all that matters."

Little did you know, your ex heard everything-- maybe you meant for him to hear it. He just didn't really expect to have his heart broken by you once again. As much as it felt wrong, he regretted letting you go. And he had to live with this mistake for the rest of his life. 

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[nininilawl]

can u do a part two of this scenario where the boys regretting and want them back but it was too late bcs the reader already move on? :((( i've thought about this kind of plot before BUT I NEVER THOUGHT THAT IT'LL HURT THIS BAD UNTIL I READ YOUR SCENARIO AAA</3

anyway i just found your blog and i already falling in love with ur writing. you bokuto fic is sure hurt so bad but it's really well written! <3

A/N: so sweet, anon! tysm for your support~ also, here’s my attempt at part 2. hope that everyone inc. you and others who requested will like it <3

Ex: Iwaizumi, Ushijima, DAISHOU, Sakusa, Osamu, Suna, Meian, Futakuchi

Present: Bokuto, Kageyama, Kuroo, HANAMAKI, Semi, Terushima, Romero, Mattsukawa

Part 1

"Hello?"

"Good afternoon, I would like to inform you that you have an outstanding balance of $50,000 that is still yet to be paid. I'm also calling in to let you know that there has been another purchase all amounting to $6,000. Please pay by the agreed deadline to prevent your account from freezing."

"I apologize. I will deal with the issue as soon as possible," his head ached. He hanged up the phone while massaging his temples. He sat on the chair by the kitchen counter and let his elbows take refuge on the granite.

He let out a sigh. He has been working himself hard but he knows he couldn't handle shouldering all the bills when there's no one to help him. He couldn't ask his partner. His partner knew nothing but to max his cards as if there was no limit. As if he doesn't have his own limits.

He heard the door open and let his eyes be greeted by the sight of shopping bags.

"Hey," his partner approached him and gave him a kiss but he turned his head away.

"The credit card company called. What did you buy that cost you $6,000 in one day? Do you even need it?" he tried hard to compose himself but he felt that his marriage life was being unfair so he was close to exploding.

"It's just a bag and a few clothes. Calm down," his spouse chuckled, still not feeling the gravity of the situation.

"Calm down? I am working my ass off 24/7 for us to have a comfortable life but that doesn't mean that you will abuse it," he raised his voice, the anger getting to him.

"Oh, excuse me? Wasn't this the life that you promised me? That I would have everything I wanted?" they retorted.

"You're unbelievable."

Suddenly, a memory came to him as fast and as harsh as the winter wind.

You screamed, jumping on him and wrapping your legs around his waist, "this is expensive, I told you not to get me anything!"

"You know I love spoiling you and you should know, there are a lot more coming when we get married," he smiled at your tear-stricken face. You buried your head in his neck, the love you have for him increasing every minute.

"And I will make sure that you will never have to worry about anything," he continued, kissing your cheeks as he hugged you.

"No, I don't want that. I want a life where we share each other's happiness and burdens. With every hardship that you face, know that I'm never going to leave you. We will resolve our issues as a family. And no matter how lavish or so-so our life is going to be, it will be okay because I am with you. And being with you is where I always ever wanted to be."

Your word burned into his mind and his heart numbed. It was too late. Way too late for him to back out of a marriage he shouldn't have offered to the wrong person in the first place.

"I was wrong," he said. Nowadays, he has been thinking of you a lot. And right now, as he stood across the person he didn't know very well yet he married, he realized the mistake he had done. He didn't want to feel it but the regret was uncontainable inside of him.

"What do you mean by th-, hey! Where are you going?" his partner questioned him as he went straight to the door. His mind was running in circles. He didn’t know what to do but his feet wanted to take him to the place where your love sparked and grew.

Your cart bumped against someone. You would have ignored it if it wasn't for the large amount of force applied to it, as if it was done on purpose.

"You again?"

"Ooh, if it isn't the one who went to their ex's wedding," he teased.

"You really have to say that? That was two years ago," you rolled your eyes and proceeded to buy your coffee mate.

"Masochist much?"

"Meddler much?" you retorted at the guy you met at his wedding. When you were about to walk out that day, he bumped into you so hard you almost fell. After that, he followed you because apparently he needed to apologize multiple times.

"Can I score a date now?"

"Nope, I'm busy," you pushed your cart and went to the condiment aisle.

"Don't you need this?" he said as he took a soy sauce from the shelf.

"Not really."

"Oh, I thought this is where you're getting your saltiness from?" he snickered.

"Ha ha," you rolled your eyes once more while a small smile grazed your lips.

"How 'bout this? Your source of spiciness and hotness," he then pulled a sriracha bottle while he wiggled his eyebrows.

"You're so annoying," you couldn’t help the giggle that went out your lips. You pulled his tie towards you to plant a soft kiss on his lips.

"I missed you," he said when you retracted.

“I missed you,” you smiled at him. You couldn’t believe you fell for this guy. He had an awful attitude and you didn’t like that. You always pushed him away but the guy seemed like he had a never-ending container of persistence.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Huh? Like what” your eyes blinked at his randomness.

“Like you want to french kiss me.”

You scoffed and hit his arm while he laughed continuously at your perplexed face. He always loved teasing you and making up for it after was the icing on the cake. Oh, and he loves biting you, too. His day wouldn't be complete without sinking his teeth onto the softness of your flesh. 

"What are you even doing here? I thought you were supposed to be back later?"

"I'm the boss, I can leave whenever I like. And since my partner is out on a grocery spree, why not beg for some attention," he hugged you and swayed the both of you sideways. 

"You're unbelieva-" you were cut off by a familiar sound. Your eyes moved away from your boyfriend to the man who stood eight feet away from you.

"Hey," you greeted him, not bothering to move away from your boyfriend's hold.

"Nice to see you again," he said as his eyes travelled along the arms wrapped around you.

What was he thinking? Did he really think that you couldn't move on from him? That you'd be running after him and waiting for him to come back? He was so stupid.

"Are you okay?" you asked, noticing the forlorn look on his face. He looked like he hasn’t slept for days, his eye bags and beard covered the handsome face you once knew.

"Yeah, uhm, can I talk to you?" he hoped, prayed desperately that you would let him but this was the start of his agony. He thought that with every broken promise he made, he deserved the accompanied jabbing pain to his chest. And this pain quickly spread to his body leaving him vulnerable. 

Can you give him one more chance? He would do everything just so you can give him the time you used to freely waste on him before. And even if it takes a long time, he would wait just like you did for him. 

"I'm sorry, now's not a good time. We have to pick up Miu but it was really nice seeing you again. You really got that marriage feel to you-,"

Your boyfriend cut you off, "What feel? The feel of emotional and physical exhaus-."

You jabbed your boyfriend by the waist making him whine. He was blunt as ever.

"Sorry about that.. we uh, we have to go, see you later," your ex looked like he wanted to stop you. But the glow you had on your eyes and the smile painted on your lips... he couldn't take it away. Not again. And you have a kid now.

So, he let you go for the second time around because he was a coward. He didn't deserve you, right from the start up 'til the end, he could never deserve you and the warmth you give. It was better for you to be with someone who would appreciate and love you like you should. And that person was already beside you. It was hard for him to say it but he was happy for you. 

"What do you mean by picking up Miu? My brother doesn’t need to be fetched, he's 17 years old," your boyfriend was confused.

"I know, I just felt that... whatever he needed to say, he should've said it years ago. And even if he said it now, it wouldn't make a difference," you intertwined your hand with his.

"Because I’m more handsome?" you chuckled at his obliviousness to the weight of the situation. 

"Because I have you now and that's all that matters."

Little did you know, your ex heard everything-- maybe you meant for him to hear it. He just didn't really expect to have his heart broken by you once again. As much as it felt wrong, he regretted letting you go. And he had to live with this mistake for the rest of his life. 

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[nininilawl]

love languages with ushijima

quality time like you fighting through the yawns just to keep listening, like you chewing slowly so we can have breakfast together. like making pancakes, like seeing who can stomach more of them. like taking longer to choose a movie than actually watching one. like days spent staring at clear, blue skies. like every second next to you.

physical touch like your face in the crook of my neck. like your breath warming my hands. like your lips placing kisses all over my body. like lathering shampoo in your hair, like running my fingers through it. like our legs tangled under tousled sheets, like my ear to your chest. like your heart beating under my skin.

words of affirmation like random i love you’s throughout the day. like thank you for giving me extra meat with the rice. like you can do anything you set your mind to. like it’s okay to have off days, like i’ll always be there to pick you up. like sweetheart you were amazing out there. like you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.

receiving gifts like those croissants i mumbled about once in my sleep. like that candle that helps with my anxiety and never seems to run out. like the very specific type of oranges my father mentioned i loved. like packages i never ordered showing up at our door. like your smile at the end of a long day. like my home in your arms, like your home in mine.

acts of service like i already picked up the grocery on my way back. like take the day off i’ll clean up the house. like here’s your morning coffee. like i already filled up your car’s tank because i noticed you were running low. like i made you some eggs but i think i burnt them. like picking you up at the airport. like embracing you until the exhaustion seeps out.

love like i didn’t know what it was until i met you. like you make me feel warm inside. like i never knew there was a good kind of overwhelmed. like you are mine, like i’ve never been happier. like i am so glad you exist. like you are everything i’ve ever wanted. like i don’t even need to think about it, like you are a part of me.

heavily inspired by @/poems.bybella on ig

feedback and constructive criticism are much appreciated!!

[nininilawl]

Ushijima Wakatoshi: Clueless Lovers (Part 3/3) NSFW

Masterlist to Haikyuu Smutshots

Part 1/3

Part 2/3

damn, virgin x virgin smut is tough for me to write... don't think ill be doing this trope again. but anyways I hoped you enjoyed... I really think I messed up Ushijimas personality here...

Part 3/3

Y/n’s heart was racing so fast, she felt like it would rip out of her chest any minute now. He was stoic, carrying her towards their bedroom making her clutch onto him tighter. He could feel her trembling a little, stopping and softly setting her down on the bed

“Are you okay?” He asked and she quickly nodded,

“Y-Yes! Just a little nervous” She admitted, fiddling with her fingers. There was a silence and she diverted her gaze, dropping it from his face, however her cheeks heated up when she caught sight of the semi erection against his pants.

“O-Oh! U-Um...” She squeaked and Ushijima shrugged, his gaze was sharp, watching her look anywhere but him. The more felt like it had passed and she trying to calm herself. However, she was surprised when he crouched down, looking up at her

“Y/n…” He asked and she hummed, finally looking at him

“I’m sorry…” She muttered making him raise a brow, “You don't need to apologise… You’re not at fault.”

She bit her lip, fiddling with her fingers

“It’s just… I feel guilty… Because of me, your family has disowned us…” She mumbled, feeling her tears forming in the corner of her eyes. He didn’t say anything but his hand reached towards her. She held her breath when his fingers brushed against her cheek, tucking a loose lock of her hair behind her ear, watching her flustered reaction

“Only mother and grandmother have disowned me… But I have you and my father. That’s all I need” He answered, standing up. Her eyes followed him, and she stood up as well

“But… Its not right… She’s your mother–”

“–and you’re my wife.” He ended.

Y/n bit her lip, sniffling

“Wakatoshi…” She whispered in a trembling voice, when he held her hand

“You’ve been suffering all this time and I never realised… I don't ever want you to cry like that again. I’m sorry you had to go through that…”

Y/n’s lips trembled, and she let go of his hand, only to crash against him, hugging him tight. She actually was still shaken about what had happened, it made her sick how forceful his family was. She felt like a breeding sow… It actually baffled her how Ushijima was the opposite of them.

He was so stoic and aloof, she realised it had to be because he grew up in that environment. Those women were utter nightmares. Her heart squeezed, imaging him as a child. His father lived far away, the one person he admired so much. The one who actually held warmth… It was no wonder Ushijima was clueless when it came to love and their marriage. She realised he was not cold at all, sure he had his bluntness from his mother’s side…

But he had his father’s warmth and sincerity. She remembered the scrap paper she found, when he had duly noted down Tendou’s pointers. The way he slowly began trying to change himself to make their marriage work.

And after how fiercely he fought for her happiness today, she realised just how much he loved her.

She realised just how much she loved him

“Wakatoshi, I love you more than you could imagine…”

Ushijima’s arms wrapped around her, she peaked at his face and despite it being expressionless, she caught sight of his bright red ears, making her giggle a little. She knew he was too embarrassed to say it but she didn’t hold it against him.

“Tendou’s Tips on Romancing Your Wife…” He mumbled, making her lift a brow when he averted his gaze

“Number 7… When your wife says she loves you. You tell her you love her even more” He replied before looking at her blushing face

“…I love you…even more…” He muttered in embarrassment but she smiled, her tears finally flowing.

“Why are you crying?” He was worried, brows furrowing but she laughed, wiping her eyes

“These are tears of happiness, you silly man…” She muttered, confusing him. Y/n just laughed again, her sorrow washed over and he felt like he was entranced. She froze when his hands cupped her face, startling her when he looked at her with such intensity

That smile had done a number on him. He hadn’t seen her so happy before. Suddenly he realised why Tendou and his wife’s marriage was so strong. His bestfriend would always slip out his love for his wife, any chance he got. He wasn’t afraid of showing it. It made sense now, seeing how happy he was with her.

It was the power of love. Something he felt the moment he laid eyes on the woman in front of him. He didn’t understand what that spark he felt around her was, not until this moment. He had been in love with her, all this time

“Wakatoshi” She whispered but he pushed her back, until her legs hit the bed, gently seating her back down. His eyes were glued to her lips, watching them quiver lightly but it only made him lean forward, pushing his own lips against hers. She inhaled, holding her breath for a few seconds but despite her pounding heart, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him to deepen their kiss.

The gentle smacks of their kisses filled the room, she could feel the heat burning between their bodies.

Her legs felt like mush, pins and needles growing in the bottom of her feet but she didn’t care. It was finally happening, her fantasies coming to life. His eyes fluttered open when her tongue shyly swiped his bottom lip.

He was taken back… Parting his lips,

“Are you alrigh–”

He was confused, about to ask what happened but the moment his lips parted, she pushed her tongue into his mouth.

“Mmh!” She squeaked when he accidently bit her mid speech, pulling away.

“Ow…” She whined, sticking her tongue back inside her mouth, sucking on the soreness. Y/n felt embarrassed for how forward she had been. She hadn’t ever kissed someone like that and in the movies… They always made it look easy.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to…” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. He was experienced in this field either… He felt like a headless chicken, but he looked at her bright pink tongue, now worried if he hurt her.

“Show me…” He muttered, holding her jaw in his hand. Awkwardly, she parted her lips, sticking her tongue out and he was relieved she wasn’t bleeding, although the tip of her tongue was bright red.

“It looks sore…” He muttered but again, he admired the look on her face. Her expression was adorable, making hiss heart skip a beat.

“This might make it better…”

Y/n’s eyes widened when his face drew closer. He closed his eyes, kissing her again, going very slow. Y/n’s heart raced, only this time, he pushed his tongue into her mouth. It was a little uncoordinated, both of them tried to match their rhythm but their bodies were brimming from excitement.

She moaned softly against him, when he rubbed her tongue with his. His fingers dug into her hips harder, when he felt his dick beginning to rise. He never knew just how arousing her voice was. It exhilarated him that he was capable of making her sound like that…

“Mmh~ Wakatoshi” She panted when he pulled away, her cheeks were burning. He stood tall in front of her and now she felt shy again

“Is it still hurting?” Ushijima asked but she shook her head,

“N-No… I feel much better now” She muttered. Ushjima felt pleased that she wasn’t hurt, looking at her sitting on their bed below him.

“Y/n… Can we continue?” He asked her, watching her face coil into a fluster… She took sudden interest in her fingers, fiddling away at them before she finally answered

“Can I take a bath first?”

“No.”

Shocked, she gaped at him asking him why but Ushijima just shrugged,

“Won’t it make sense to bathe after having sex? We’re only going to get dirty again” He said so nonchalantly that she covered her face

“D-Don't say it out loud!” She squealed, flummoxing him

“But you said you wanted to have sex” He answered, embarrassing her further.

“Wakatoshi!” She squeaked, “…I know I said it in the heat of the moment but when you say it so blatantly, it makes me embarrassed…”

Ushijima gave her a blank look. His wife was very confusing, it was clear she wanted to have sex but her words didnt match. He didn’t understand how to read women…

“So, I shouldn’t talk about having sex, while we’re having sex–”

His question was cut off when her palms pressed against his lips, silencing him. He gripped her wrists, pulling her hands apart, cocking his head to the side. Y/n was extremely flustered, her heart was racing. They both were super clueless but she decided to follow her instincts. He was silent, watching her trembling hands go towards the buttons of her dress.

Slowly unbuttoning it, he held his breath when he caught sight of her skin… The pink bra she wore underneath slowly peaking between the lapels… She remained composed, letting her dress crumple around her ankles, now standing in front of him in just her underwear.

“Um… Could we turn off the lights? I know I’m not fit like you are…”

She wasn’t going to lie, she was a little insecure about her body. He was solid all over but she wasn’t… Her mother in law once mentioned in dismay that Y/n had gotten pudgier after marriage…

Her arms covered her stomach but Ushjima gripped her wrists, pulling them from her body. He held them tight, scanning her figure before swallowing.

“You’re beautiful” He muttered, making her heart skip a beat… He could sense her uneasiness but he stepped away from her, removing his clothes, letting them join her discared dress.

(AN: Idk these days ive been into the muscular guy x chubby reader trope. Ushijima with a cute soft wife makes my heart mushy :3)

Y/n’s breath hitched, looking at him in nearly all of his glory. Unlike her, there was not a hint of fat. He was purely muscle… She felt ashamed for not being as health conscious,

“Waka… Please turn the lights off…”

“No.”

She squealed when he pushed her onto the mattress, caging her underneath him

“I want to see all of you…” He said softly, his hands now feeling up her sides. Y/n bit back her whimpers, her legs trembling when his hands slowly made their way to her breasts. She covered her eyes with her arms, mewling when he cautiously squeezed them. He stretched a hum in astonishment, making her peek at him.

“W-What?” She muttered, looking at his brows lift, almost like he was lost in thought

“It’s just like mochi…”

She was at a loss for words, she swore his eyes sparkled in delight but he hummed again, his hands massaging her through her bra, making her back arch

“W-Waka” She whined but couldn't help but slide his hands underneath her back, his fingers fiddling with her bra. But his attempts at unhooking it, went unsuccessfully, frustrating him. Y/n felt a little amused, watching his brows furrow in frustration… He was trying his best to concentrate… Although she had been insecure about her breast sized, often being teased by her friends when they were younger… She couldn't help but lift her chin, softly kissing his cheek, making him freeze

“Um… Let me show you how to open it…” She said shyly, sitting on the edge of the bed. He watched her turn, facing her back towards him while her hands reached for the clasp, releasing it with ease. Ushjima held his breath when she dropped the article on the floor. However, she didn’t dare turn around to face him… Instead her arms crossed, covering her bared flesh.

“Y/n, can I see them?” He asked but she quickly shook her head,

“Wait, I need to mentally prepare myself!”

Ushijima remembered one of Tendou’s tips again, recognising her efforts. It must have taken her a lot of courage to undress first…

She felt the mattress dip behind her, turning her head only to see him coming close. Looking away again, when his legs rested on either side of hers, his chest pressing into her back. She could feel his heart racing against her, making her realise that she wasn’t the only virgin in the room. He must have been equally nervous but he was trying for her sake.

“Are you prepared now?” He asked and she nodded, making him hum

“Ngh~” She tried to hold back her voice, her back arched slightly when his palms brushed over her tits.

“So soft…” He revealed, squeezing her pillowy flesh. Y/n’s breathing felt heavier and she almost squeaked when his fingers accidently brushed against her nipples.

He peeked over her shoulder, looking at her nipples… Amazed when he felt and saw them harden into peaks. He couldn't help but remember certain chapters from Tendou’s wife’s book…

“O-Oh!~” She mewled when his fingers squeezed and rolled her buds between them. She suddenly felt the wetness begin seeping from between her folds.

“Does it feel good?” He asked and she nodded, humming because she had no idea how to speak in this moment. His hands were large, cupping her breasts with ease but they were so warm… She tried to settle herself against him but he wouldn't stop his unintentional teasing with her nipples. As he experimented between flicks, pinches and tweaks, her moans were slipping, arousing him further. He couldn't take it anymore, moving away from her. She didn’t have a second to recollect herself. He pushed her back down on the bed, now gazing at her breasts in their full glory.

He remembered the hentai mangas that Tendou would forcefully lend him when they were teens. Ushjima never understood the fascination his teammates had with the female body … He was always confused as to why, in porn and hentai, people always went for the breasts first… He never understood it until he saw hers right in front of his face

His lips felt dry and suddenly he felt the urge… He wanted to know what it’d feel like… Looking at the puffy nipples that harden when he teased them earlier. He felt like he was being coaxed…

Y/n let out a startled moan when his mouth engulfed one breast, her hand immediately clutched the back of his head, moaning louder when he began sucking on her nipple hard.

“O-Ouch! You’re being too rough” She whined and he eased up, letting his tongue eagerly swipe and circle her areola... She settled down, now feeling very turned on from how gentle he was trying to be, slowly sucking on her bud…

Her eyes opened, feeling his heavy erection pressing against her thigh. She glanced at it, looking at the obvious tent in his boxer.

Ushijima grunted, almost alarmed when he felt something rub against his cock. Pulling from her breast with a light pop, he glanced at her hand, palming him timidly

“I-Its not fair if you to do all the touching…” She barely muttered but he heard. He sat back, letting her sit up. Her fingers hooked into his underwear but she glanced at him

“Can I…?” She asked and he nodded, just watching her.

Y/n held her breath, pulling them down but she almost fell back when his cock sprang out so fast, smacking lightly against her cheek. Ushijima parted his lips, despite her being so flustered and embarrassed, he felt extremely aroused, looking at his cock mere inches from her face…

Y/n was very close to backing out… She had never seen an actual penis before… His looked like it could break her apart

‘There’s no way that’ll fit inside me!’ She screamed in her head but she couldn't look away. She took note of every detail but aside from his size, she wanted to please him

Ushijima grunted, his chest rising when her hand wrapped around his shaft, slowly feeling it…

“It’s hot…” She muttered, feeling her hand warming… He swallowed, trying to control himself but her soft fingers innocently mapping his cock, making him throb when her finger rubbed his glans.

“Y/n…” He breathed her name and she peeked at his face, blushing when she saw him look so flustered… It was really cute…

“I’m not sure if I'm doing it right” She asked shyly and he nodded, his fist covering hers

“Like this…” He panted softly, leading her hand to his pace. She watched in wonderment, she could feel him pulsating within her wrapped fingers. Clenching her thighs, she squirmed against the bed. Her eyes caught onto the pre-cum sliding from the tip of his cock…

“Does it feel good, honey?” She asked him. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back, just humming. It felt so much better than when he did it by himself…

His eyes popped open when he felt a soft sensation against the tip of his dick. He gasped when he caught her in time to see her tongue shyly licking his cockhead.

“Ngh!” He grunted, his hands quickly fisting themselves into the back of her head, pulling her quickly off his dick

“S-Stop” He panted and she felt alarmed, “W-Was I not supposed to do that!?”

Ushjima’s cheeks were burning,

“You can but it feels too good… I don't want to cum so fast” He answered truthfully before petting the top of her head, “We can do that another time…”

His eyes darted towards her thighs and he took note of the wet stain growing on her cotton underwear… Y/n gasped when his fingers pressed against the damp material, feeling against her slit. She whimpered when his fingers began tracing it slowly

“You’re incredibly wet.”

Y/n’s cheeks flushed, gripping his wrist shyly

“It’s because I’m with you…”

Ushijima curiously gazed at her face, looking at the genuineness swimming in her eyes. His chest warmed, both of them didn’t need to exchange words. Instead, he hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and she stood on her knees, letting him slid them off with ease.

His heart was racing, laying her down gently. She had closed her thighs, trying to hide herself form his view… But instead, she gave him a glorious view of her ass, squeaking when his hands began feeling her soft flesh.

“Wakatoshi!”

When he felt her body loosen, he quickly pulled her onto her back, his hands gripping her knees, holding her legs wide apart, making her squeal from shock

“D-Don't look!”

Ushijima ignored her, his eyes were glued to her slick folds… He saw the thin stream of juices gliding down, her folds spread just enough for him to see her throbbing…

“It’s so pretty…” He muttered,

“Pretty!?”

One hand let go of her knee, slowly pressing his fingers against her folds, silencing her. She whimpered when his pointer and middle fingers traced up and down her puffy lips…

“If it hurts, tell me.” He said before his middle finger pushed between the slick slit, now tracing the inside of her slit. She mewled and whimpered, her chest rising with each deep breath. His fingers were much thicker than hers, it felt so much better.

He sneaked glances at her expression, watching her brows furrow in need. He spotted her clit, and she jolted when she felt a finger brush against it.

“Hah!” She moaned, raising her hips while he watched in fascination.

Ushijima was startled, he recoiled his hand worried she was hurt but she shyly gripped onto his wrist

“…It feels good when you touch it…” She muttered, making him raise a brow. He pressed his finger against it again, listening to the whimpers she let out. Y/n’s hand covered his,

“Like this…” She mumbled, making him slowly circle it. He took over, letting his fingers feel the small nub, before his thumb pressed against it. She took heavy breaths, letting him explore her body. The more she moaned, the more confident he felt, his other hand tracing her folds again, before he spread them between his fingers.

Y/n’s eyes opened again when she felt his hands move away, she was about to call out his name but he gripped her knees, pulling them over his shoulder. Ushijima’s mouth opened and he was about to press it against her pussy but she squeaked from shock, her hand pressing against his lips

“N-No! Don't do that!”

He was puzzled, “But you did it to me?”

“…Um, like you said… We can try this out another time… I think I’ll faint otherwise…”

It was true, her heart was not prepared for oral sex yet… but Ushijima’s hands held onto her thighs, ignoring her. She yelped when his face dived between her thighs, his mouth pressing against her pussy.

“No~” She moaned, her hips twitching when his tongue greedily lapped up her juices. He let out an inquisitive hum

“It’s sweet…” He muttered, before spotting her clit.

“…It feels good when you touch it…”

Y/n released a pitchy moan when his tongue flicked her clit, she pressed her thighs against his face, trying to control herself but Ushijima was unrelentless, just a single taste had released his pent up hunger.

“W-Waka, please~” She mewled, shaking her head “S-Stop! I don't wanna cum now” She sobbed and he dropped her legs to the bed. She watched him wipe his wet lips, licking at them before his hands felt her body all over.

She calmed down, when he focused back on her tits, moulding them between his fingers. Her hand reached out to caress his face, distracting him

“…Y/n?” He asked and she just smiled, reaching to hold onto his hands tightly

“Wakatoshi… I cant wait any longer… Can you put it inside?” She asked shyly, her fingers wrapping around his dick, making him grunt.

He sat up, getting up from the bed and she watched him turn to his bedside drawer, opening it. her heart was racing again when he picked up the unopened box of condoms, wondering when he had gotten them… But she chose not to ask, just watching him pick up the foil packaging between his fingers.

His brows furrowed, rolling the condom over his shaft and she held her breath when his hands rested on her thighs, cock resting over her pussy. Ushijima gripped his cock, trying to align it with her entrance but he grunted, not sure what he was doing.

“A little lower, I think…” She muttered, gripping his dick with him, leading him towards her aching hole.

“Here?” He asked and she nodded, “Y-Yeah…”

She bit her lip, closing her eyes in anticipation but he looked at her face, noticing her quivering bottom lip

“Relax, honey… If you’re tense, it’ll hurt” He muttered but she couldn't open her eyes.

“Mmh…” She mewled when he kissed her softly to distract her. She instantly relaxed, focusing on his tongue that now glided better against hers than earlier. When he felt her stop shaking, he took a deep breath, pushing his cock inside her.

Her eyes flew open and she pulled away, her hands gripping his biceps, whimpering. She was about to look down but his hand cupped itself over her eyes, blocking her view

“Don't look there. Look at me” He said, removing his hand and she gazed into his fierce eyes. Y/n let out a small smile,

“I love you” She sighed in bliss, biting back her tears making his heart melt. It was torture for his penis, it was begging for stimulation but he controlled himself. His hands found hers, holding onto them tightly before he slowly pushed through her weeping folds. She whimpered again, feeling the pain as his cock separated her tight walls. He grunted when he felt her squeezing onto him tightly

Finally he had managed to push all the way in, stilling his hips.

“Are you in pain?” He asked, feeling worried but she shook her head

“It hurt a little before but I think I’m good…”

Now that she could feel his cock inside her, she was delighted. She felt full but her hand excitedly pressed over her abdomen, smiling

“I can feel you from here…” She breathed but that was enough to send him over the edge. He slowly began thrusting his hips against her and she moaned, letting her head fall back on the pillow, mewling his name.

Ushijima was lost in his own lust, his slow pace suddenly picked up. He couldn't get over the way those velvety walls gripped and squeezed onto him. Her voice sounded better than any music he had ever heard.

“You’re perfect” He admitted, moaning when she twitched against him. Y/n’s arms wrapped around his neck, while her legs crossed over his lower back

“M-More…” She moaned and he complied, going harder. Both of them were panting hard, her body

“You like it?” He asked and she hummed, nodding frantically

“I-I love it!” She mewled, letting herself get lost in the sensation of his thrusting cock. Ushijima could feel himself getting closer to his orgasm. Moaning, he kept going, but the moment he titled his hips, accidnelty rubbing against the bundle of nerves, she squealed, clutching onto him harder

“Waka!” She yelped, “O-Oh! There!” She moaned, “Right there…”

Grunting, he pinned her hips into the mattress with his, her legs going weak but her hands gripped his ass, feeling the breath leave her lungs. The way his body had pressed her into the bed, made her feel nothing but the way he kept fucking her. His fingers sneaked between their bodies, experimentally rubbing her clit and that made her reach her edge. Arching her back, her moans danced through his ears when she cried out his name. He groaned when he felt her pussy grip onto him so tight before she came,

“Shit…” He panted, his thrusts became sloppy but he humped her hard, until his own climax reached. Ushijima hung his head down, moaning when he felt his cock spurt, filling the condom.

“Kiss me while you cum…” She panted, gripping his face to pull his lips against hers, he used that as his leverage to ride out his orgasm before they both slowed their thrusts. Letting go of her, they caught their breath and he pulled out, now looking at the mess they made on the bed…

Ushijima discarded the used condom before he lay down next to her, looking at her flushed face

“Was that good?” he asked her and she nodded, still panting

“A-Amazing…”

They made eye contact and let out a soft giggle, making his own brows soften. His arm slid under her body, pulling her against his side, letting out a content sigh

“…Why didn’t we do this before?” He asked and she smiled,

“We have our own pace and I’m kind of glad we waited now…”

Ushijima nodded, “I like sex.” He ended making her freeze before she burst out laughing from him bluntness

“Me too, I like having sex with you” She said making him feel pleased. She watched him sit up in curiosity, pushing herself up as well.

“Honey?” She asked, reaching for him and he gripped her wrist,

“Come here” He said and she obediently climbed onto his lap, letting him wrap his arms around her body

“What’s on your mind?” She asked him and he grunted,

“Nothing… I’m just happy that you’re my wife” He answered, making her cheeks heat up, peeking at his stoic face.

“I’m happy you’re mine too” She answered, resting her forehead against him. Ushijima sighed, his hands dancing up and down her sides, before he spotted the box of condoms by them, picking it up

They both stared at the box before looking at one another. She flushed, averting her gaze

“D-Do you want to do it again?” She asked shyly

“Yes.” He answered curtly, pushing her back down on to the bed

“Waka!” She giggled when he picked up a condom

“I know what to do now and there are some things I want to try out”

Y/n raised a brow, “What exactly do you want to try?”

Ushijima just shrugged, “I saw somethings in Tendou’s hentai mangas… Now I want to do them with you”

“Hentai manga… You read those kinds of things?” She asked, making his ears turn red

“Well… I am a man after all.” He hinted and her brows raised, realising what he meant

“O-Oh…”

Y/n giggled before she sat up, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek softly

“C’mon darling, let me help this time” She cooed, taking the condom from his hands. Ushijima leaned back, letting his wife do what she wanted but more than the sex, he knew he was absolutely enamoured by her. This woman was everything he never knew he needed.

He would sacrifice his entire life just to see her smiling.

“Y/n.” He cut through and she looked up at him,

“I love you” He said and she flushed but her lips grew into a wide smile,

“I love you too!” She laughed

~

“So where are you taking Y/n today?” Tendou asked, bouncing Anzu on his lap while she laughed.

Ushijima leaned his back against the bench,

“Korean Barbeque.” He answered before smiling softly, “Celebrating”

Tendou grinned, “Oh man I love Korean Barbeque… What’s the occasion?” Tendou asked capturing Ushijima’s attention.

“She finally opening her own business. She had been studying and working really hard the last two years.”

Tendou let out a delighted cheer, “Its finally happening! I better get an invite for the launch party…Actually, you better let me cater it. With baby number two on the way and I’d like some additional work. Need to save up” The red hair said and Ushijima nodded,

“Y/n already said she will be contacting you.”

Tendou cheered again, making Anzu giggle at his antics. Tendou beamed, hugging the three year old, pressing his cheek against hers, gushing out coos of love for her

“To be honest, your wife is a super woman. I can’t believe she took on additional work, studied, passed her exams and opened her own business in just two years…”

Ushijima felt proud, he admired her oh so much. She was so dedicated to going back to what she loved doing. After the Olympics, he had finally taken time off to now being the supportive spouse before he would begin volleyball again. He spent the entire year being her support through every step of the way.

“You’re still not talking to your mother?” Tendou asked and he nodded,

“I have no interest in them.” He answered and his friend nodded,

“What about your father? He stayed with you guys a few months ago no?”

He hummed, remembering what a lovely time he had with his family. His bond with his father only grew stronger, but Ushijima did sometimes feel pain that his mother was out of his life…

However, it didn’t matter anymore to him

Both of them were distracted when they heard crying and Tendou quickly looked at Anzu, groaning

“Oh man, Zuzu! I told you not to do that” He groaned, leaning to pick her up while she suckled on her thumb.

“Sorry Papa! I playin with Eji!” She rambled and Tendou sighed before hugging her again

“Papa forgives you because you’re just too cute! But next time when Reiji-kun’s sleeping, you mustn't wake him up. It’s not nice” He gently scolded her and she nodded

“Okaay!”

Ushijima just chuckled, bending down to lift the crying one year old from his pram, bouncing his son against his shoulder

“It’s alright Reiji… Anzu wanted to play with you” Ushijima tried explaining to the whimpering baby who calmed down when his father calmly unzipped the baby bag, pulling out his milk bottle. Reiji greedily suckled on his milk, settling down fast and Anzu looked at Tendou

Ushijima felt at peace, setting Reiji back down into the pram before checking his watch

“We’ve got the leave now Satori. Y/n’s going to be home soon” He explained and his friend grinned,

“Awe, its so cute seeing you in full house-husband mode. Need to be home so you can give her a welcome kiss, right?”

Ushijima nodded, not even hiding it, making Tendou grin

“See you soon!” He laughed, watching him friend walk away with his son.

Anzu climbed onto Tendou’s back, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck, making the scarlet hair man grin, holding onto her before standing up

“Shall we go home too Zuz?” He asked and she nodded, making him sigh happily. He was a very happy man after marriage, and it made Tendou happy to know his bestfriend was also living his bestlife. He remembered how clueless Ushijima was when he had first gotten married, chuckling to himself when he remembered how his bestfriend began noting down pointers in his little notebook every time they met and how Ushijima would provide positive feedback when Tendou’s tips worked…

He’d also tell Tendou what did not work.

Eventually Tendou knew Ushijima didn’t need any more pointers from the moment they had redone their wedding photos, now looking ecstatic in their photos.

The once clueless Ushijima was no longer clueless when it came to love.

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Happiness With You

Relationship: Ushijima Wakatoshi x f!Reader

Synopsis: An arranged marriage to a king? There’s bound to be complications!

Warnings: fluff, little angst, reader gets roughed up a little, arranged marriage

Word count: 2.4k

Being married to the most ferocious king of the lands is no cake walk. Your feet are growing weary after walking on egg shells around your new home – there’s never a break to sit back, unwind, not until night rolls by.

The dull evenings are your favourite, safe even. As soon as you retire to your chambers you’re able to let go of the delicate bubble you’ve been holding, for the few hours of the night you’re somewhat free, free to relax your shoulders, close your eyes and occasionally let loose a smile.

A resounding knock startles you from the enchanting thought of slipping away to dream land. With a meek ‘enter’, the person who appears has your blood pressure sky rocketing.

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Ushijima Wakatoshi: Clueless Lovers (Part 2/3)

AN: Yo Im still relearning the ropes of Tumblr and I don't really understand when ppl ask me to tag them... I think ive done it right? Also the storyline went way more intense than I had planned... so now instead of a two parter.... its become a three-part smutshot... Also, I started a new job so couldn't finish this chapter because im exhausted :$ I hope you enjoy this chapter, lemme know ur thought <3

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Part 1/3

Smutshot (Part 2/3)

There was pin drop silence in the bedroom, she waited for an answer but he couldn't seem to reciprocate… The paper crumpled when her fingers curled harder, standing up

“… ‘Romancing your wife?’ I don't understand… Is this why you did all of this today?” She asked, showing him the list. Ushijima grunted, it was embarrassing for him but he saw no point in hiding it.

“You’re my wife.” He said and she raised a brow,

“Yes… I’m aware… I was at the wedding.”

Rubbing the back of his head, he gripped the paper from her hand, folding it again. He had no idea how to explain himself

“It’s nothing… Forget it…”

Her brows softened and she reached for his arm, holding onto it

“Ushijima-san… You’re my husband, you should be able to talk to me about your feelings… It’s very important for our relationship, I want you to rely on me more… Rather than Tendou-san… He’s your best friend, I understand but… I’m your wife…” She muttered, letting go off him.

Turning away from him, she quietly untucked her side of the bed, while he watched… Sliding under the cover, she reached out to turn her lamp off before settling herself.

It felt like they went back to square one.

His feet gravitated towards her and she felt the weight of the mattress dip by her legs. She looked at him but he sat looking at his hands, looking pensive. She slowly sat up, just watching him ponder away… It felt like minutes passed slowly before his lips parted,

“… I haven’t been a good spouse to you.” He finally said, and she bit her bottom lip, chewing on it from his sudden revelation.

“Ushijima–”

“… I met Tendou today because I wanted to ask him why his marriage was so strong… I wanted to learn about what I was doing wrong… To make things work between us…”

She slid the duvet off her legs, scooting to sit next to him…

“Ah, so that’s why he made you write down his tips…”

Ushijima nodded,

“When we spoke, it made me realise just how much he dotes on his wife… I should have done the same when we met but I let my mother and grandmother pave the way for me. You didn’t deserve that. You deserve to be happy but my family took that happiness away from you… I did too… I knew you weren’t given a choice when it came to our wedding… From the venue… To your kimono… But because you never said anything, I thought it was okay…”

Y/n just nodded, glancing at their wedding photo again… It was a very calm and quiet wedding between their families… and yes, her in-laws took charge of everything…

“I don’t understand, all I wanted was to get along with you and you wanted the same but then… Why were you avoiding me all these months?” She asked him. He looked at her, giving her a very blatant answer

“Because I thought you were scared of me…” He answered truthfully, making her eyes widen

“Scared!? Why on earth would I marry you if I was scared of you? I’m not scared, I’ve never been scared of you…”

He saw her point but then he remembered the way she trembled on their first night together, knitting his brows

“…But you were shaking on the first night… You looked like you wanted to run away when I walked into our room…”

Y/n flushed, remembering how nervous she was, mainly because he was a professional athlete and the months before their marriage, all she did was fantasise about his body… However, the severe reality of sex and the fact she was wearing a very daring nightie had made her anxious of messing up.

Groaning, she covered her face in embarrassment

“Oh no… You misunderstood… I didn’t want to run away… I-I… Um…” She wasn’t sure how to word it while he watched her with such intensity… Looking shyly at her lap, she fiddled with her wedding ring, blushing

“I was just nervous that you wouldn't find me attractive and because I’ve never done that before… I mean… It was nerve wracking wearing that nightie too...” She mumbled in embarrassment, puzzling him

“You’re extremely attractive.” He said ever so bluntly, taking her back, making her ears burn. She was at a loss of words,

“Oh– I-I… Thank you…”

Ushijima really thought her words over, shrugging

“I haven’t had sex either...”

She felt a bit of shock, she would think a pro-athlete like him would have bagged a few lays but after realising just how clueless he was on the romance front, she was no longer surprised by his revelation.

“So, we both are virgins?” She asked and he nodded, and she sighed in relief, falling back on their bed

“That makes me feel better actually… I was worried you felt nothing towards me”

Ushijima just lay down next to her and she reached for his hand, holding it softly

“…I wouldn't have married you if I felt nothing… I’m not inhuman…” He mumbled and she smiled,

“I know… It’s the same for me…”

Turning to face him, they stared at each other. He wondered what the right step was, but Y/n reached out to fix his hair, pushing it away from his eyes.

“Things are a little backwards for us but how about we take it slow… Let’s go on more dates, learn about each other without any… tips. It was very sweet of you to try this hard for us but next time, just talk to me?” She suggested and he nodded,

“Where do you want to go next?” He asked her and she thought about it…

“We went where I wanted today, you get to decide where to go next. Let’s try something you enjoy” She answered, waiting for him to think of their next restaurant date…

“Okay.” He said and she sat up, excited

“Ooh! You thought of a date so quickly? Where are we going!?” She beamed in excitement.

~

Y/n felt like the breath was knocked out of her lungs, she kept panting, wiping the sweat from her brow

“…”

She had no words, really… It was the crack of dawn and Ushjima had suggested she join him on his morning jog… Ofcourse, she was enthusiastic but actually having to get up and get ready before the sun rose was a chore… Her eyes were so heavy with sleep and only when they began running, had she realised just how out of shape she was.

Ushijima calmly jogged back to her, offering her his sports drink

“Do you want to stop?” He asked her

‘Yes.’ She thought but she shook her head, chugging his drink

“No, no! It’s just been a while since I did something this physical… I can keep going!” She insisted. After all the effort he had made, how could she deny him of something he enjoyed and wanted to share with her. Although they had run for a while and her legs felt like jelly, she handed his bottle back, beginning her jogging again

“C’mon Ushijima-san!” She panted, cursing inwardly from the burn in her calves. He was amused, looking at how slow she jogged but he quietly kept at her pace. Ushijima kept glancing at her activewear. She had sported a purple sports bra with high waisted tights, but he made her wear his high school jacket on top, claiming it was a chilly morning. Which was partly true but when they had started jogging, he had already gotten distracted by her breasts and couldn't handle it…

But then again, he couldn't handle how cute she looked with his jacket on…

His heart had skipped a beat…

He realised Y/n had finally stopped, leaning her back against a wall and she crossed her hands calling for a time-out

“I-I’m sorry but I don't think my legs can go on…” She muttered in embarrassment but he pulled out his hand towel, dabbing her sweaty forehead

“Its okay, you did really well Y/n. But perhaps, jogging for a date was not the right choice” He said. Y/n grinned, shaking her head

“I don't think I can do this everyday but I’d like to try running with you on the weekends? Its healthy for couples to share some hobbies!”

He nodded, before checking his watch

“Shall we go home now? I need to get ready for training” He muttered, making her eagerly nod

“Yes, I need to give you something before you leave! So lets go!” She chirped, pushing herself from the wall she was leaning on.

“Oh!” She gasped feeling her knees buckle but he held her hips

“You okay?”

She laughed, “Sorry, I guess my legs are not used to it… They feel like jelly”

Ushjima stared at her legs, he noticed them shake a little. Not thinking much of it, she gasped when he simply just lifted her into his arms, carrying her like a princess

“Ushijima-san!?” She squeaked making him hum

“Would you rather I call us a taxi? It’s still early so not sure if we will find one…” He muttered but Y/n quickly shook her head, despite being embarrassed, she was actually thrilled

“I hope I’m not heavy…” She mumbled

“Don't worry, the more you run, you’ll get fitter and feel lighter” He said so nonchalantly that her eye twitched, leaning her head against his chest, pouting

“Remind me to teach you about social cues with women…” She muttered

“Okay” He said as he carried her back home

Their conversation was light but after yesterday, he interacted with her more. She was really enjoying the way things were going. She felt like she was on cloud nine, but she couldn't get over his firm body pressing against hers… She began wondering when they would take things further… Even though they were married, it felt like they were in the first stages of dating.

When they reached the front door, he still held her in the arms, walking through their threshold. Her cheeks warmed, the home she had become used to, suddenly felt new. She felt like a newlywed bride from the way he gently walked through the entryway, setting her on the sofa…

“I won’t be able to eat breakfast with you but on my next day off, you can decide what we do and eat” He said and she laughed,

“Sounds good! You should go get ready now”

He simply nodded, walking to their bedroom and she got up, speedily walking to the kitchen.

He was ready within twenty minutes, fixing his clean gym wear before walking to the entryway, slipping his joggers on

“Y/n, I’m leaving now” He called

“Wait!” She squeaked, making him hum and lift a brow when she rushed towards him

“Here you go!” She chirped, handing him a neatly wrapped bento box. He looked at the feminine patterned cloth, feeling his cheeks heat up

“I made you lunch! Its packed with protein but I did add some rice… Oh… and tempura… But you shouldn’t train on an empty stomach. So, eat this when you’re on the train” She handed him a paper bag,

“It’s just a sandwich and fruit! I hope you enjoy it” She smiled… Ushjima’s chest warmed, feeling his heart spark again… He carefully put the food inside his sportsbag, looking at her sweet face. It felt almost natural but he reached towards her, his hand patting the top of his head. Y/n’s breath hitched when she realised he was smiling ever so warmly at her

“Thank you” He muttered and she rubbed the back of her neck, laughing

“Hope you have a great day today, Ushijima-san”

She opened the door, watching him step outside as she waved him off. He seemed to be lost in thought, taking a few steps forward but he stopped, making her furrow her brows when he walked back to her

“Ushijima- Mmfh~”

The breath was taken from her lungs once again this morning but this time, her legs felt like jelly only because he pressed his lips against hers. She wished it lasted longer but he pulled away, looking at her flustered reaction

“Stop calling me that… We don't need formalities between us.” He simply said but she was still lost in a daze,

“O-Oh, okay…”

He smiled again, fixing her hair behind her ear

“Have a great day, Y/n” He muttered, now walking away while she stood there, still in shock…

“B-Bye Wakatoshi…” She whispered, feeling her tingling lips…

Shutting the door behind her, her hands cupped her cheeks, squealing

“Ohmygod… Okasan was right… A way to a man’s heart is his stomach…”

Y/n had finally realised how she could strengthen the growing bond between them. Today was a completely different feeling for her. Unlike yesterday, where her day felt so dreary, she seemed to be chirpy doing their house chores. Now as she thought about her husband, she felt hope. She understood his feelings,

‘Wakatoshi <3’ She thought.

~

As weeks went by, Y/n and him had finally gotten into a groove, although they still hadn’t gotten intimate, mainly due to his hectic schedule, they had come up with a few traditions. One of which was now kissing each other goodbye before he left to train, when he returned home and before they’d retire for the night.

Each kiss was short and sweet, they both would still get shy over it but he’d make up for it every weekend by taking her out. Be it a simple evening stroll, an early morning jog or dates at different eateries. She eagerly awaited the weekends, merely because she got to spend time with him and the awkwardness had disappeared.

Today was another awaited Friday night, she had set the dining table up, setting up all his favourite dishes, smiling because he’d be here any minute now.

Right on time, she heard the front door creak out, her smile creeping into a grin as she rushed towards the entrance.

“Welcome back” She chirped, hands behind her back. He set his stuff down and she stood on the tips of her toes, to peck his lips, making him flush

“I’m home” Ushijima muttered, averting his gaze. She smiled, looking at his red ears before grabbing his hand

“Today I attempted hayashi rice, although theres a lot of mushrooms… I used different varieties!”

Ushijima’s brows lifted, a small smile on his face

“Can we eat now?”

“Ofcourse, its all prepared! C’mon Waka”

Leading him to the table, she sat opposite him, resting her face in her hands watching him plate up. Her eyes widened, jaw opening as she watched him take a bite, eagerly awaiting for feedback. As he chewed, she perked watching his own eyes widen, letting out a hum

“It’s delicious” He said with a mouthful making her giggle, feeling bashful

“I’m so glad, your mother had mentioned this is your favourite food”

He nodded, already plating up seconds. He glanced at her empty plate, frowning. Reaching for it, he began piling up a very generous portion for her

“I cannot eat this much Waka!”

“Nonsense…” He muttered, holding his chopsticks to her lips

“Stop watching and eat.” He said making her flush, taking a bite. She really did admire her cooking, proud that those lessons she had taken paid off. He felt satisfied when she began eating, stuffing his mouth again.

“…Speaking of Okasan… Obachan and her have asked to see us tomorrow…”

Y/n set her chopsticks down, trying to mask her grimace, looking at him

“…Oh, is there a reason?” She asked and he shrugged,

“Not sure… We haven’t met them in a while, I guess…”

Y/n started eating again, a little annoyed that their day tomorrow would be spent with the in-laws…

“Great…” She muttered but he noticed the way her smile dropped,

“I told them we would come for a little while because we have plans after”

Y/n’s shoulders perked again, feeling relieved he wasn’t cancelling their date.

“Yay!” She blurted, quickly covering her mouth.

“Sorry…” She squeaked,

She was scared, looking at his reaction but he lifted a brow, a small smirk growing on his stoic face

“Don’t be.”

~

For some reason, she felt uncomfortable all day… As time came closer to meet her mother in law, something in her gut told her it was going to be a gruelling day… She had to make sure her outfit was modest, that her hair was presentable… She was so nervous, she even filed her nails until they looked symmetrical…

Ushijima was calm, just standing in front of his family home seeming unbothered.

“Y/n.” He cut, breaking her from her thoughts. She glanced at him, swallowing the lump in her throat and he held her hand

“It’s okay.” He said and she nodded,

“I’m fine Waka honey. Don’t worry”

Humming, he pressed the bell making her hold her breath. It took a few minutes before the house attendant let them enter. She set her shoes neatly in the foyer, following behind Ushijima was they walked down the hall. Of course, they first had to go the family shrine, paying respect to his deceased ancestors before heading to the tea room.

“Welcome” His mother muttered, while his grandmother just nodded, ushering to the other side of the table. They both mumbled greetings, sitting down.

Ofcourse there was a short silence, before his family asked them for updates on their lives. Y/n only muttered one or two sentences while Ushjima spoke. Another helper had walked into the room, setting tea in front of them.

Y/n locked eyes with his mother and without being told, she quietly began serving tea for everyone. Ushijima glanced at her emotionless state, the realisation of how afraid his wife was of his family.

“Y/n.” She cut through and the younger woman froze, looking at his mother

“Yes Okaasan.”

“Have you been keeping up with your duties?” She asked and Y/n’s eyes downcasted, nodding

“Yes…”

“Don't look away when she’s talking to you.” Obaachan said and she flinched, looking at them again.

“I-I’m sorry…”

Ushijima frowned, he did not like the tone of his family’s voices. He didn’t not like the way they made her uncomfortable

“Why did you want to see us?” He asked, trying to divert the attention away from Y/n. Obaachan and Okaasan glanced at one another. The old lady set her tea cup down, her daughter following suit.

“Yes… It’s come to our attention that you’ve been married for half a year, yes?” Obaachan said and he nodded

“Yes, what of it?” He asked and Y/n was beginning to feel nauseous from anxiety. Her stomach was hurting and she wished she could just run away at this moment. Okaasan sipped her tea, her cup making a small clink when it touched the saucer

“It’s time for you both to plan a family.” She said so simply and Y/n’s heart race

“W-What?” She barely uttered looking at the stern faces in front of her

“Your cousin just had a baby. Luckily, he’s become a father to a daughter. You must conceive a child soon. If you two are first to have a son, you will receive the largest portion of the family shares.”

Y/n felt like her head was spinning. What were these two women saying to her? It disgusted her that they were pleased his cousin had a girl… because it put them at an advantage. She realised just how much pressure theyd put on her if she had a daughter… She could never let an innocent child go through this…

Certainly not her own baby.

Clearing her throat, she rubbed the back of her neck

“Mother in law… As wonderful as it is, to have a baby… I don't think we are ready–”

“Hush!” She spat and Y/n immediately closed her mouth, trembling.

“This is for the sake of your future. You think you’re not ready, but you’ll be thanking us one day.”

“B-But I don't want to have a baby right now!” She sobbed. She had just started working on her marriage and things were going wonderfully. Ofcourse she would love to have a baby with him but not like this…

“Are you infertile? Do you have problems conceiving? This should have been mentioned in your profile” Obaachan said

This felt like torture, she felt like a mouse, trapped in a cage with a venomous snake…

“Obaachan. Stop it” Ushjima cut through

Gripping his arm, Y/n’s bottom lip quivered,

“Take me home” She whimpered

Her eyes were drowing in tears, she really just wanted to leave. Ushijima saw the tears in her eyes and he felt anger. He grabbed Y/n’s hand, pulling her up with him

“Sit down now” Okaasan said but he glared at her

“No.”

“Excuse me?” Obaachan muttered but he pushed Y/n behind him

“We will start a family when my wife wants to start a family. By insulting her, you have insulted me...”

His mother quickly got up,

“You’re taking this the wrong way, its just crocodile tears–”

He raised his hand, stopping her again

“You have never given my wife leverage to be comfortable. Y/n makes her own choices. You already controlled our wedding, don't try to control our marriage. She is not your maid, she is not your servant. She is my wife and she deserves more respect than this godforsaken household.”

“How dare you” Obaachan;s voice raised but he held his ground

“You’ve hurt the woman I love… I won’t forgive you for this.” He said, gripping his weeping wife’s hand, walking towards the entrance. His mother was enraged, following behind them

“Wakatoshi, if you leave now, I will truly disown you” Her voice raised when they quickly slipped their shoes on. He pushed Y/n out of the front door before turning to his mother, seething

“Y/n will never step foot in this house again and nor will I. We are not your family. If we have a child, I’ll make sure you never see them” He said, not even bothering to see her reaction. His arm wrapped around Y/n’s shoulders, walking away from that treacherous household.

She was overwhelmed, shoulders still shaking as she sobbed. He was infuriated, years of bitterness against his own mother pooled out. He realised he was old enough to make it on his own. He didn’t need anything to do with her. She forced his own father away, she’d deprived him of that bond he had desperately seeked as a child. The moment they harassed his wife about having a baby, he could already see the future. They would have made her life miserable. She wouldn't have even been able to mother their children if they bent to his family’s will…

Pulling her into a quieter lane, he rested his back against the wall, pushing her front into his while he patted her back

“I’m sorry you went through that… You won’t ever have to see them again.” He promised her, soothing her back. Y/n whimpered, sniffling, she knew her makeup was staining his shirt but she didn’t care

“I-I just… I can’t do it, Wakatoshi… I love you so much but I’m not ready for a baby” She cried, still spinning from the shock of earlier. Ushjima sighed,

“Y/n… We won’t start a family until you’re ready… I hope we only have daughters.” He said, pulling her away gently, wiping her stray tears. She sniffled again, dabbing her eyes, feeling embarrassed but she laughed softly

“…Well I’d like to have a son too… But not because I want your family’s money. Before we met, I had a pretty good job.” She reminded herself, making him amused

“I remember… If you miss working, then you should reapply. I won’t stop you…”

Her eyes widened,

“Really?”

He nodded,

“Yeah… If its something you’re passionate about, you should pursue it” He said and she laughed, now actually feeling like she was free. She was so glad his conscious was like his father’s… Her arms wrapped around him

“Thank you for giving me the choice Wakatoshi… But now that we have been disowned, maybe I will reapply…”

He chuckled, “With my profession, I don’t think you need to worry. I just want you to be free to do whatever you want”

Y/n gripped his hand, biting her lip

“I’m not sure if I actually want to work right now… Right now, I know what I want to do… I want to come and see you play volleyball. I want to be your support because you’re my support. I want to cheer my husband on…”

Looking into his eyes, he felt his heart flutter

“Wakatoshi…” She whispered, “I love you”

Ushjima finally felt the arrow strike through his heart, he pulled her close to him and she held her breath when his lips crashed against hers. This time it was rougher than before, her arms held his neck, giving herself into his lip.

“Waka–” She tried to mewl through kisses but he kept going. It was only until they needed to breath that he parted from her, cupping the side of her face

“Me too, Y/n…” He muttered.

She gripped his jacket, her heart was racing over the edge… With heated cheeks, they stared at each other and she chewed on her bottom lip before taking the plunge

“Wakatoshi… I want to be alone with you…” She whispered and he raised a brow,

“But we’re alone here?”

Her head rested against his chest and she laughed at his obliviousness… Embarrassed, she knew the only way she could make him understand was…

“I want to have sex with you.” She blurted. He froze and she was confused when he gave no reaction. She wasn’t sure what went through his mind, making her head tilt

“Hey?” Y/n muttered but it quickly cut into a squeal when her legs lifted off the ground, her body in his arms. Alarmed, she stared at his blushing face but he remained stoic as ever, marching quickly down the streets.

“… Wakatoshi!?”

He was too timid to look at her, only muttering

“Let’s be alone together.”

~

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Ushijima Wakatoshi: Clueless Lovers (Part 1/3)

(AN: I was very reluctant to make an Ushijima smutshot because truthfully, his personality along with Akaashi’s are the hardest to write for me. So im not very happy with this storyline but it was playing in my head for a while. I just went with the flow but sorry in advance if the storyline is boring...)

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Smutshot (1/3)

Sounds of bird’s chirping filled the room, the bright sunlight started gleaming from the cracks of the blinds, falling onto her sleeping face. She grumbled, squinting her eyes, letting out a groan.

Her eyes opened and the first thing her blurry vision focused on was the photograph on her bedside table. She looked at the photo she had taken with her husband on their wedding day, three months ago. Her face held a small smile, whereas he remained stoic and expressionless. It always made her cringe because they both looked awkward. It was obvious in the photo there was no chemistry between them. However, people kept gushing about how they were a match made in heaven… Her parents kept insisting that he was just quiet, but he would open up to her soon.

Apparently, that’s how marriage worked… Which she thought was a bullshit excuse. She felt like she wasn’t given a choice when it the proposal came from his mother. She found her mother-in-law intimidating and strict. The lady accompanied Y/n and him on their first date… Y/n felt like she was being assessed, from the way she served tea, dressed, spoke and arranged flowers… Even though she had graduated a few years ago, her mother-in-law had asked to see her school reports and grades… It baffled her really… Throughout the interrogation, Ushijima didn’t mutter a single word. It seemed like he didn’t care really if Y/n married him… He literally just went with the flow…

It wasn’t like her mother in law was rude to Y/n, she seemed pleased with her most of the time, but his family was intense. It felt like they would chastise her if she made a single mistake. She hated visiting her in laws, they were so particular about rules and their family values. They told her that she didn’t need to work because Ushijima’s profession was enough for them to live quite comfortably, so Y/n just spent most of her days at home.

Surprisingly she got a long with her father-in-law. Although he stayed out of the family matters, he spoke to her very kindly and she felt like he was quite grounded compared to his ex-wife. She wished he was still living in Japan. They met during the wedding and he was most happy about gaining a daughter in law, she remembered how he requested she be patient with his son…

Sighing, she slowly sat up, stretching her arms before she turned around, frowning. Of course, her bed was empty… He never woke her up when he would get ready, he was always quiet when he got up. He’d shower, eat his own breakfast, change for his morning jog before going to the auditorium. She had gotten used to it since she began living with him.

She remembered how nervous she was when she changed from her wedding kimono into the see-through negligee she had timidly prepared. She had entered their bedroom, waiting for him to finish showering but when he had come out…

He glanced at her shy form once before approaching her

Ushijima neared her and she felt too timid to look into his eyes. It was her first time and she wasn’t sure how to really go about it. Holding her breath when he reached towards her, she was anxious about his touch. However, he simply dropped the blanket over her shoulders, confusing her

“You look cold.”

He mumbled before he climbed onto his side of the bed, turning the lamp off

“Goodnight.”

She sat there for a minute, very confused about what just happened. She was at a loss and all she could say was,

“Oh… Okay, goodnight...”

It confused her, she thought he was merely tired from the wedding events, but he never approached her after that either. It had been three months, but they hadn’t had sex. She wondered if he was attracted to her or someone else… They were only given 2 months of actually getting to know each other before their parents decided to go ahead with their marriage. At first, she had found him incredibly attractive and smouldering but whenever they tried talking, he remained blunt and sometimes she felt like he was coming off as rude.

After she showered, she began cleaning the apartment. It was always so quiet in her home that she had to put the television on for noise.

Even though, she was grateful that Ushijima let her decorate it their apartment anyway she wanted. Nor did he ever stop her from doing anything. He never questioned her if she went out with her friends, he never made a remark about her clothes and somehow, she would get praised by him over her cooking, which surprised her. However, what she wished was that they actually spent time together. She wanted to know her husband, everything she learnt about him was through his family and profile. She thought living together they would bond but he was so aloof.

Y/n would try sitting next to him while he watched TV but the conversation would be short and concise.

She’d try putting scary movies on, as much as she hated them, hoping he would comfort her during the terrifying scenes but again…

Nothing.

The man never understood her social cues. He’d simply just change the channel and then ask her why she would put on a scary movie in the first place if she’s scared of then….

After she finished her chores, she lay on the rug in the lounge, just glumly staring at the ceiling. She felt very stupid about her young fantasies over marriage. She always expected it to be rainbows and butterflies, her prince charming riding on a white horse, carrying her off into the sunset. Y/n always had the firm belief of having sex when she got married, its why things didn’t work out with her ex-boyfriend because he couldn't wait ‘that long’.

When she first saw Ushijima, she wasn’t going to lie. Her heart was fluttering, and the butterflies went wild in her stomach. He was so handsome that she thought she really did find her prince charming… She let it get to her head slightly when her parents were enthusiastic about his profession and reputation. However, when he first looked at her. His stoic expression didn’t change, he stared at her while his mother and grandmother spoke to her parents…

They were given alone time awkwardly, just walking in his family garden, but she was the one who asked him questions, the only question he inquired was if she liked food…

When she said she did and enjoyed cooking, he looked pleased...

As she lay there, pondering over her husband. All she could think about was how to get closer to him… He had an extremely busy schedule due to his tournaments so it wasn’t like he could spend time with her. Today was his day off but he had already left the house…

Sitting up, she sighed again, draping an arm over her eyes…

“Ushijima-san…” She mumbled, “I can’t seem to understand you…”

~

Ushijima watched Tendou as he mushed and gushed over his baby daughter, making her laugh and giggle while he swayed the baby in his hands, pretending she was an aeroplane. The scarlet haired man hummed when he noticed his friend’s stoic expression

“Hmm? What’s up Ushiwaka? You’re quieter than usual… Trouble in paradise?”

Ushijima grunted, watching as Tendou’s daughter began babbling to him, taking his attention away again as he kept pampering Anzu

“I don’t know how to talk to my wife.” He answered, making Tendou freeze, placing Anzu his lap, letting her babble away. He leaned back on the park bench, letting out a sigh for his stressed friend

“I mean, you really didn’t say much when your mother insisted on getting you married so fast… You literally just went ‘okay’ and next thing I knew… You were hitched’” He said and Ushijima shrugged,

“Okasan insisted Y/n was the perfect match… Even Otosan likes her. I trust my parent’s judgement… It’s just…. I don't know what I’m supposed to do with my wife…” He answered

Tendou’s eyes widened,

“Um… Waka… Have you guys…” He began implying but Ushijima didn’t seem to understand

“What?”

“…Fucked?”

There was a silence between the men, his brows furrowing and Tendou noticed the pink growing on his friend’s stoic face

“Dude… You’ve been married for three months… Are you serious?”

Ushijima grunted again, trying to distract himself, he lifted the six-month-old from Tendou’s lap, setting Anzu in his own.

“We didn’t consummate our marriage on the first night… She seemed scared of me, so I haven’t touched her since then. Nor has she indicated that she wants us to get intimate in that way…”

Tendou was flummoxed,

“Why don't you try making an effort and get to know her?” He asked and Ushijima shrugged again,

“I learnt everything about her during the marriage interview. What more can I do?”

“…I’m not surprised why your other relationships never lasted…” Tendou sighed, rubbing his temple

“Do you like her?”

“Yes.”

“No… I mean do you have romantic feelings for her?”

His brows furrowed in confusion,

“She’s my wife… Ofcourse I do… Otherwise I wouldn't have married her…”

Tendou scratched his temple, “When was the last time you took her out on a date? My cutie and I make sure to go out at least twice a week.”

Ushijima thought over Tendou’s questions, “Before we got married.”

“… Dude… You’re going to be a divorcee in no time… Ushiwaka, if you want to know how to get close to your wife then listen up bud…” Tendou draped an arm over his friend’s shoulder, both of them peering at the happy go lucky baby as she babbled before Tendou began advising his clueless friend.

~

Y/n sighed, she had just finished shopping for groceries, carrying the heavy bags up the stairs. Her arms were aching but she carried on, climbing one step after another, ever so slowly…

“Need help?”

Y/n squeaked, almost slipping but his hands wrapped themselves on her hips, holding her still. It was embarrassing because Ushijima remained calm while her body leaned against his front.

“Ushijima-san? I-I’m sorry!” She squeaked, bowing and he was puzzled,

He just hummed when he noticed the heavy bags on her arms,

“Here, give me those” He muttered, reaching for them. She was confused, her brows furrowing

“Oh no… Let me carry them! They’re heavy”

He raised a brow, “A husband shouldn’t make his wife carry heavy things”

Y/n blushed when he kept his grip firmly on the plastic bags, calmly climbing the stairs with her following behind him. It was the first time Ushijima acknowledged her as his wife and she didn’t feel like a random roommate. They made it into the apartment where he began unpacking the groceries

“Oh Ushijima-san, wait! I need to wash the vegetables and start on dinner! I was thinking of making beef stew”

She quickly washed her hands, draping her apron over her clothes, rushing to take out the chopping board and strainer while he stood there,

“No need…” He muttered and she froze, “You don't want to eat beef stew? I-I can make something else! Oh… But I only bought the ingredients for stew!” She rambled making him raise his brows

“No… I meant there’s no need for you to cook. We’re going out for dinner.”

“Huh?”

She stared at him, utterly confused. Did he just suggest going out for dinner? Clearing her throat, she laughed it off

“Oh? Are we meeting Okasan tonight? She never mentioned–”

“No. Only we’re going out for dinner.”

“Just you and me?” She asked again, pointing between them, really trying to grasp the situation and he nodded,

“Do you not want to–”

“No!” She blurted, trying calm her excitement, “N-No, I am really looking forward to it!”

He gave her a small smile, making her blush, fiddling with the end of her apron, now not knowing what to say until he broke the silence again.

“There’s still some time before dinner, let’s get ready then.”

He noticed the large smile stretched on her face, untying her apron and putting everything back into place before she excitedly rushed to their bedroom. He began walking towards his own closet, taking out a nice outfit before looking at her. She was confused, holding two outfits up, really thinking over her choice…

“That one…” He answered, making her look at him. He pointed to the dress and she looked at it. It was a little fancy but nothing over the top, however she was more surprised by how involved he was trying to be.

“Okay…” She blushed, putting the other outfit back in her closet. Setting her clothes neatly on the bed…

He let her get ready in peace, and she really did her best making an effort with her makeup and hair. She was excited to go out on a date with her husband, even if it was just a simple dinner. It wasn’t like him to take the initiative, but she felt ever so happy while getting ready. Applying the finishing touches, she felt nice dressing up for someone else.

Standing up, she searched for her heels slipping them on her feet before she heard him clear his throat, glancing at him, she smiled shyly

“Sorry for taking so long” Ushijima simply shook his head, “No need to apologise…” He gave her form a once over, his eyes slowly scanning her body before looking at her face.

“You look beautiful.”

Y/n’s eyed widened and her cheeks and ears began burning up. Did he just compliment her? She actually wanted to pinch herself to check if she was dreaming.

He was confused, walking towards her, placing his hand to her forehead, making her breath hitch

“Are you feeling unwell? Your body feels like it is burning up… Perhaps we should cancel–”

“Oh, no! It’s just a little stuffy in this room! We don't need to cancel!” Y/n squeaked, the last thing she wanted was to cancel this rare opportunity with him. He looked reluctant but he nodded, looking at her chest.

She was embarrassed again,

“This dress was the right choice. It’ll look nice with this” He muttered, going towards his drawers.

“What will?” She asked, watching him take a box out, handing it to her.

“Ushijima-san, what is this–” Her words were cut loose when she lifted the lid, looking at the necklace inside. It was simply beautiful, leaving her wordless.

“Can I really accept this?” She asked in astonishment and he nodded,

“Of course, its for you.”

She lifted the necklace out of the box before she handed it to him, timidly

“Will you put it on me?” She asked and he froze, his cheeks heated up when she stood in front of him, lifting her hair, showing her the nape of her delicate neck. He tried to control his fingers from shaking, fiddling with the tiny clasp at the back. Grunting he finally managed to open it, locking it in place.

“It’s beautiful! Thank you!” She grinned and he looked away, nodding.

“Shall we go?” Y/n asked, lifting her purse and he grunted, leading her out of their apartment.

There was a slight distance between them as they walked down the roads. She glanced at him while he calmly looked ahead. Her fingers felt the necklace resting above her cleavage, wondering what had gotten to him all of a sudden.

“How was your day? I didn’t hear you this morning…” She began

Ushijima glanced at her, shrugging

“You’re a deep sleeper.” He answered, making her laugh sheepishly

“I’ll try getting up earlier”

He shook his head, “You don't have to, it’s good to get rest. You stay up late compared to me…”

“Right…”

The silence arose again, but it seemed like he walked slower so that she could keep up to him. She looked at his arm, contemplating whether she should hold his hand…

‘But what if he gets creeped out? We’ve never even kissed except on our wedding…’ She bitterly thought, clenching her fingers into a fist. She didn’t notice him come closer to her side and it was only when a bunch of rowdy passers by walked past them that his hand slid around her back, holding her hip. He pulled her close, startling her. Her heart was racing, just from the feel of his large hand, holding onto her.

“They should really be careful…” He mumbled before letting her flushed form go. She felt a little disappointed but he only surprised her further when he gripped her hand.

“Ushijima-san?” She looked at him, noticing his ears were burning red, despite his calm face

“It’s getting crowded, I don't want you to get lost” He reasoned and she nodded, just intertwining her fingers with his. He could feel how dainty her hand was, encompassed by his. It made him feel like she was truly fragile… She focused on the shops that they walked by, trying to concentrate on anything but the situation she was in right now

“…I met Tendou today… My childhood friend…” He answered, bringing her attention back and she smiled,

“The chocolatier that has an adorable daughter? He’s quite quirky but I like him! His wife’s really sweet as well. I think she’s absolutely adorable, quite shy compared to Tendou-san”

Ushijima nodded, “She didn’t come today, but he brought Anzu to the park. We caught up on our lives.”

“You both became best friends in high school, right?”

He nodded, “We played volleyball together… Tendou was quite talented but I’m glad he’s enjoying what he does now.”

“How did his wife and him meet? Were they an arranged marriage as well?” She asked and he shook his head,

“No. They were neighbours. He helped her write her book and she helped him with his chocolate”

Her eyes widened, “Oh… That’s pretty cute…”

Her voice trailed off and she went a bit glum, a sliver of her wished she had a truly romantic story to tell people of how she met her husband… But it was quite boring…

She hummed when she noticed the restaurant they were approaching

“Oh, this is…”

“You mentioned it the day we met… You said you always wanted to try this place, right?” He asked her. She squeezed his hand unintentionally form the excitement, beaming at the fancy place in front of her. She heard that they had phenomenal food, her mouth always watered when she saw their Instagram posts. Leading her inside, it was surreal. In her excitement, she clung onto his arm while looking around.

“Reservation?” A waitress asked and he nodded,

“Ushijima.”

She checked the roster before smiling,

“Right this way sir.”

Y/n was flabbergasted, when they were lead to a secluded table in a very lovely corner of the restaurant,

“Oh gosh! I’ve been dreaming of coming here but they’re always booked! How did you manage to get a reservation!?” She asked and he shrugged,

“Tendou knows the owner… So he got a table for us” Ushijima answered truthfully, watching her giddy expression. He pulled her chair for her, letting her seat herself before taking his own seat.

“You remembered I wanted to come here?” She asked, registering what he had said earlier. Ushijima glanced at her face, nodding

“Yes. You were quite enthusiastic about trying the steak here…”

Y/n hummed, “You paid attention to what I said…”

His brows furrowed, “Ofcourse I did. I always listen to what you’re saying…”

He picked the menu up, quietly scanning the dishes but Y/n couldn't help but pry… This really felt like a dream

“I don't understand… Why all of a sudden did you want to go out?”

He set the menu down, eyes burrowing into hers, making her shy again

“Ushijima san…?”

“Because you’ve been taking care of our home every single day… You deserve a night of rest. I appreciate returning to a clean and welcoming home every day with fresh meals you’ve prepared… You’re my wife and you should be spoiled by me.”

She was sitting in her seat, astonished by his revelation. She felt the joy build up inside her, it felt so good to be truly appreciated by her reserved husband. A smile etched on her face, making his cheeks warm but it went undetected because of the dim candlelight sitting in the middle of their table.

“Thank you… I’ve tried really hard because I want to get along with you… It feels wonderful to be acknowledged by you...”

A waiter interrupted them, taking them away from this rare moment to take their orders, which they both had forgotten. A few awkward minutes were spent skimming through the menu before they finally chose what they wanted… He thanked the couple, leaving them alone once again but they had no idea what to say…

She stared at him, contemplating whether to carry on her earlier conversation, letting her mouth move before she could stop.

“…Actually… I also am grateful to you.”

“…You are?”

She nodded, unfolding her napkin, setting it neatly on her lap to distract herself because she was sure she’d melt from embarrassment if she looked into his face, mumbling

“You have been working really hard to provide a comfortable lifestyle for us and… You haven’t been an overbearing husband once, you let me have my space and make my own choices… I think I’m lucky…”

He was taken aback, staring at her features. Maybe he hadn’t seen it before but Ushijima suddenly realised just how beautiful the women sitting across him was. She noticed him staring, shyly tucking a stray piece of her hair, behind her ear. It made his eyes widen,

It was the second time, he felt a familiar spark in his heart… He hadn’t felt like that since the day he had seen her…

He remembered walking into his family tea room where she was sitting next to her parents, adorned in a floral kimono. He remembered when they made eye contact and she immediately lowered her gaze, she seemed very shy, fiddling with a stray lock of her hair, pushing it behind her ear… The timid smile she had on her lips had done something to his heart…

“Your orders” A voice distracted them and she beamed when she saw the steak she had been craving. He was quite impressed by his own order, making his mouth water when he smelt the delish aroma wafted from his plate. They both looked at each other once again, smiling

“Itadakimasu” They said at the same time, before taking their first bites. She moaned in delight, holding the side of her face happily as she tasted heaven. He felt amused looking at her reaction. Her eyes open, realising he was watching her but she simply cut another piece, holding the fork in front of his lips

“Try some! It’s delicious!”

Ushijima swallowed, the blush on his face growing. He had never been fed by another person but he parted his lips for her, letting her feed him. She watched his brows lift, humming

“Its really good…” He muttered and she grinned, “Right!? It tastes even better than I imagined! How’s your food?”

He looked at the seafood on his plate and then at her. He tried to copy what she just did, shovelling the fish on his fork, bringing it to her lips

“Try it and tell me”

Y/n felt the butterflies in her stomach begin fluttering, she leaned forward her lips wrapping on the fork, taking a bite.

“Oh my… It’s delicious!”

Ushijima smiled, resuming his meal

“It is”

Their evening went pleasantly and Y/n felt more comfortable with him. She slipped her hand into his, gripping it and he didn’t pull away, just lacing his fingers with her before walking towards their home

“I really enjoyed myself, Ushijima-san! Thank you for taking me there” She chirped. He looked around before humming,

“The food was really good… We should go again”

Y/n laughed, “I’d love that!”

Again that spark ignited in his heart, he squeezed her hand

“Is there anything else you’d like to do?” He asked and Y/n stopped walking, she had many things she wanted to do with him but it couldn't be fit into one night. She really thought it over,

“Y/n?” He asked and she broke from her thoughts,

“Um… I guess I’d like to take a picture”

He was confused, giving her a weird look, “You want me to buy you a camera?” He asked and she shook her head,

“No… I meant I would like to take a photo of us… It’s our first date as a married couple and I’d like to cherish this memory… The only other photos we have together are from the wedding…”

“Okay, sure”

She fiddled with her purse, now feeling silly when she pulled her phone out. He stood next to her, watching her struggle to open the camera app, cursing when the front facing camera revealed an unflattering angle on her. Flustered, she angled the camera, but she realised his head was out of the frame

“Um… Could you bend closer?” She asked and he listened to her. She smiled awkwardly, clicking the photo and they both peered into the screen. She sweatdropped looking at the weird composition. He looked very unbothered and her lips looked crooked…

“Nevermind…” She mumbled but he gripped her phone

“This angle is better”

He held it above her face, his other hand going around her shoulders, pulling her close. She tried to calm her pounding heart, smiling with him as he clicked the photo. This time she looked at the screen, she burst into a fit of giggles looking at his strange forced smile…

(AN: Y'all im thinking about that one photo of Ushijima...)

“Why are you laughing?” He asked but she shook her head, still giggling

“Nothing… I like this one”

He frowned, “I’m not good in front of cameras… I’ve been told my smile is…. Unsettling…” He rubbed the back of his neck and she pouted,

“That’s not true… I think you look very sweet…”

He looked at the photo once again before grabbing her phone, pulling her close again. She was shy and didn’t register him clicking the camera again before humming at the screen

“I like this one” He said and she looked at the screen. It was her flustered face looking at his but he didn’t seem stoic here, in fact his expression seemed soft…

“Oh… I really like this…”

Ushjima held her hand again,

“Come on, we should get home”

She couldn't see the blush he sported, his broad back facing her but she felt the warmth growing in her chest, feeling utter fondness for her husband.

~

Once they reached home, both of them quietly began preparing for bed. She was drying her hair when he lay his jacket on the bed with his belt

“The bath’s still warm… I set some towels for you as well” She said and he nodded,

“Thank you…”

He walked towards their bathroom, shutting the door behind himself and Y/n set her towel aside, looking at his clothes

“I should probably hang these in the closet” She muttered to herself, grabbing his jacket and draping it over her forearm. She made her way to his closet, opening the door but she cursed when his jacket slid off her arm. Quickly grabbing a hanger, she bent down to pick the jacket up, hanging it neatly in the closet. She didn’t realise a folded paper had dropped until she closed the closet.

“What’s this…” She muttered, unfolding it. She was met with bold words, confusing her, reading the words scribbled on…

“…’Tendou’s Tips on Romancing Your Wife…?” She read, perplexed as she went over the ‘tips’…

1. Do small things for her.

2. Spend time with her. (Tendou takes his wife on dates, twice a week)

3. Ask her to dress in something you like.

4. Hold her hand in public.

5. Recognize her efforts.

6. Tell her she is beautiful.

Sitting on the edge of their bed, she kept reading the notes over and over again… She didn’t hear the bathroom door opening as he stood there, trying his own hair. She noticed how focused her face was, furrowing his brows

“Y/n, are you alright?”

She was still puzzled, looking at him…

“What’s this…?” She asked him, lifting the paper to show him the contents. Ushijima’s brows widened, feeling like a deer in headlights …

[nininilawl]

santa, baby. | tenya iida

i’ve been an awful good girl..

synopsis. iida’s just a little too controlling sometimes, and you’re just a little too challenging.

wc. 5.1k.

cw. sugar daddy!iida. fem!reader. bratty!reader. impact play. spanking. a belt. fingering. brat taming. hard dom!iida. degradation. shame play. praise (eventually). oral. ear play/stimulaiton. alcohol mention. iida is a stiff but its made sexy. sir kink. daddy kink. kind of hurt/comfort if you squint. stoplight system is used. nicknames used include darling, my love, and sweetheart (ik but it fits him ok </3).

a/n. i wrote this last year and it has not seen the light of day since, but i decided to give it a little sprucing (because great heavens it needed it) and repost for this year! as a part of my network’s @planetonet collab, iida is now a sugar daddy as he should’ve been all along.

disclaimer. this work is for adults only. iida is a 32 year old man in this because i said so. children 17 and under do not interact. 18+, adults only.

“You’re not wearing that.”

Iida’s tone was firm, unwavering, and certain. There wasn’t a trace of amusement in his face, in fact this was the most serious you’ve seen him outside of hero work. There was a heavy silence for a few seconds, a frown forming on your face at the realization that he really did disapprove of your costume.

“T-Tenya,” You blinked at your phone. “What do you mean? This cost me like two hundred dollars-”

His voice was steady and monotonous in his reply. “Well, I apologize, but I'm afraid you’ll have to return it.”

Return it he says. You roll your eyes inwardly, annoyance ticking at you. “I can't, Ten. All sales are final on luxury items, didn’t you know?”

“I see.” He pushes his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose, lenses catching the white fluorescent lights of his office briefly. “I'll send you some funds momentarily, then. Buy something appropriate for a costume party.”

Blink. Pardon?

Appropriate? What was so inappropriate about your costume? It wasn’t anything too crazy, just your typical snow angel costume. You thought it was very appropriate for the occasion, considering you’d be attending Sero’s annual Christmas costume party. This wasn’t your first time going and you’ve worn things much more revealing than this before. In fact this was pretty tame. You pout down at the soft frilly fabric on your lap, thumb tracing the faux fur lining the seams. Iida remains silent on the other side of the line, the sound of your phone vibrating preceding his response.

“There, all done.” His tone is a bit chipper now, lighter now that he’d secured his way. The notification from your bank gleamed on your screen. He transferred over a couple thousand dollars. “You should be able to find something with that, right?”

“I guess.” You muttered, still pouting to yourself. “I thought you would like this, though.”

He leaned back into his office chair, the silver pins on his suit catching the light. “I do, honey. I really do.” The camera captures the way his throat bobs as his voice deepens for a moment, foggy haze of lust seeping into his tone for a split second before he pulls himself together. “However I’d prefer you wear it...in private. For my eyes only. Do you understand? We already can’t be seen together and you’re arriving without me, I can't deal with you wearing that around so many people, too.”

Iida’s heart pangs just a little too much when your cheeks puff out with a sigh. He loved your costume, but if he was having trouble containing himself at the thought of you in it he didn’t want to dream about the others’ reactions to seeing you in it. He didn’t want anyone else thinking of you in that way, seeing that body; he couldn’t take it. Not when he couldn’t have you on his arm. Not when everyone didn’t know that you were his. He couldn’t risk that.

Not on his watch.

The way you blinked up at the camera with defeated eyes and a soft pout on your face signaled that you understood and you’d do as he said. He always liked that about you, how obedient you were. You’re your own person of course, able to make your own independent decisions but you allowed him to take care of you. You followed his instructions so well, always without much (if any) kickback. You were just so obedient.

His good little girl.

“Okay, I’ll start looking for something tomorrow.” You stood up to fold the costume away. “I'm sure Mina wouldn’t mind coming with me to the mall again, yeah?”

His attention isn’t entirely on you anymore, his office phone ringing loudly into the speaker. “I'm sure she will, Ashido is a very accommodating young woman. Excuse me for a second, I'll have to call you later.”

Within seconds he was gone, leaving you to ponder the conversation. You couldn’t help but feel a bit slighted. The relationship between you and tenya was...undefined, to say the least.

There was no title, and though you two have openly expressed your feelings to each other (he calls you darling for God’s sake), that was the closest you’d came to solidifying your relationship. He claimed to be too busy to commit to you the way he wanted to, and to his credit, he was very busy. Times spent together were often squeezed in between lunch breaks or scheduled after work hours, when he was done with patrol and had a late start the next morning. You didn’t really mind, having your own responsibilities to address but it did bother you some.

It was just so uncertain.

Sometimes you’d allow yourself to fall into the fantasy of pretending you were together, especially when he bought you gifts and showered you in love. He loved showing just how much he cared for you, and then he’s quick to remind you that those were only fantasies, that he hadn’t actually belonged to you, that you weren’t his. Like when he’s on the television after saving the day yet again, some starry eyed woman clinging to his arm thanking him over and over, the dazzling smile you pretended to be reserved for you on full display for another woman. It was all so draining at times, and right now was no different.

You were normally so obedient and accommodating to him, maybe this once you shouldn’t be. Perhaps you were due a change. He didn’t own you, after all. You were just someone he happened to like, someone he happened to be fucking. You weren’t obligated to be obedient if you didn’t want to.

You bit your lip, hands finding your phone to find Mina's number. Maybe you were due a bit of a change. Maybe Tenya was due a wakeup call.

“I thought I told her to buy something appropriate.”

A wakeup call indeed. Tenya nearly broke the glass in his hand the second his eyes landed on you.

You could feel his burning gaze, but at this point, you didn’t care. You straightened your back and square your shoulders, arms looped with Uraraka’s, a smug smile painting your face. Look at me, you thought. Look at me blatantly tell you no.

“Woah,” Kirishima whistled beside Tenya, clutching his own drink in his hand. “I didn’t know (y/n) had it like that!” He’s smiling now, oblivious to the tick in Tenya’s jaw and the stern, almost irate look in his darkened eyes.

You weren’t supposed to know, he wants to say. Instead he raises his glass to his lips with eyes still trained on your outfit. “I suppose she is filled with surprises, isn’t she?”

He couldn’t lie, a part of him liked this outfit better than the last. It was much more revealing, much much more revealing, but it suited you beautifully. The dress itself was short, snow white fur lining its seams, tight shiny red fabric wrapped around your lovely body, a thick black belt snapped into the dips of your waist. You paired it with stockings that came up all the way to your thighs, long red gloves stretching up to your biceps. your hair was done up prettily, a classic santa hat sat up on your head.

“What’re you dressed as, cutie?” Denki asked you, giggling from the amount of champagne he’d already had. Tenya didn’t miss the smirk you gave, innocently looking around the room (and looking at him a bit longer than necessary) before responding.

“Mrs. Claus, of course.” You winked.

Both Tenya’s chest and pants tightened. He was in for a long night.

Strike one.

Blatantly ignoring the clear instructions he gave you.

Strike two.

Showing up in that annoyingly attractive little number that you decided to wear to this forsaken party in the first place.

Strike three.

Purposefully flirting with his colleagues while he was in earshot.

You just knew exactly what you were doing, weren’t you?

Now here you were, tipsy in the passenger seat of his Lamborghini Urus. He didn’t planned to take you home tonight, original arrangements being that you’d go home with Mina and he would collect you later, but Mina had conveniently disappeared leaving Iida to drive you to your place. This would ideally be the perfect turn of events, but not tonight.

Not when Iida was visibly irritated with you.

Even in your intoxicated state you could tell. It was beyond obvious. Irritation rolled off of him in heavy waves, his sharp jawline ticking and his eyes darker than usual, noticeable even under the low light of the passing streetlights. He gave you one job with simple instructions. You couldn’t- no, you didn’t want to follow them. Just the thought of you blatantly, knowingly disobeying him made his fingers curl tightly around the steering wheel.

Unluckily for him, you weren’t finished with your little rebellion yet.

“D’you like my outfit, Tenya?” You chirped, the tug in the corner of your lips giving your teasing away. “It's a lot cuter than the other one, isn’t it?”

Iida’s eyes snapped from the road to you, his hard look turning near steely. “Do not make me pull this car over. Behave until we get to my place.”

The venomous tone in his voice made your resolve waver, his gaze returning to the road before he could see your smile drop and the crease in your eyebrows appear. Perhaps it was your entire mood this week, or perhaps it had been your overall confusion with your arrangement, or maybe it was the liquor in your system, but your words flew out your pouted mouth before you even had a chance to think about what you were saying.

“You don’t even have the right to be mad. It’s not like I'm your girlfriend or anything.”

The air in the car was tense. Your words hung in the air, ringing like a shrill whistle in both your ears, the weight of what you said finally crashing down on you and effectively drowning out your insobriety.

Fuck. You messed up.

“Wait, T-Tenya, I-”

The car had veered off to the side of the road so quickly your thoughts hadn’t a chance to be heard. In the blink of an eye Iida had turned to you, a chilling look in his eyes. His hand darted from the wheel and wrapped around your neck. His other hand cupped your face, index and middle finger forcing their way between your lips to press down firmly on your wet, pink tongue. You made a small noise of surprise but it quickly died in your throat, Iida squeezing just enough to let you know he was done with your games.

“I am going to fuck that pesky insolence right out of you the second we get home.” You would’ve swallowed if you could. He hissed through his teeth, “Until I allow you to speak, I do not want to hear another word out of you. Do I make myself clear?”

Mind blank and thoughts empty, you stared at your boyfriend with widened eyes and a heavy tongue. Where did your tenacity go? Where had your zeal dissipated to? You were so staunch in your resolve earlier, all week having plans to be as disobedient as possible to Iida so he could understand that you wouldn’t just blindly obey him. Where did all that go? Why were you nearly shaking beneath his gaze, and more importantly why did you...like it?

“Speak.”

Your thighs rubbed together timidly. “Yes sir.”

He cracked his first smile of the night. “Good girl.”

Your thighs clenched together. The rest of the ride was quiet, Tenya’s demeanor still rigid but a little more relaxed. Your eyes shifted from his ringed fingers on the stick to the road, body heating up with embarrassment, anticipation, excitement.

Tenya rarely, if ever, lost his cool. Even on the battlefield amidst all that pressure and expectations he was always logical, methodical, and thought things through before he just ran headfirst into a situation and got himself hurt. It was rare to see him act out of blind emotion, especially an emotion so raw and untamed as anger. To be frank, you couldn’t even remember a time seeing this man angry.

Now, here you are. Quivering like leaves in the passenger seat of his expensive car wondering what on earth he had in store for you.

Your eyes traveled to his hands once more, the taste of the salty pads of his fingers pressing down onto your tongue still fresh in your mouth. A part of you wanted him to do it again, to wrap his hands around your throat again and order you around with more authority than he normally did. It was new, exciting, you liked it. You didn’t know what the hell you unlocked with him but you liked it.

Maybe this wasn’t such a mistake after all.

By the time you two entered the gates of his home and pulled up to the front door your hands were shaking a little. He didn’t say a word to you, clicking off the ignition and exiting the car, rounding around to your side to open up the door. Even in his annoyance he was still a gentleman. It was getting hard to not fall for this man.

As quickly as you could you fumbled with the buckle and climbed out of the car, jumping a little as the door shut a bit loud behind you. He didn’t wrap an arm around your waist like he usually did, instead walking ahead of you leaving you to scurry after him. He was silent, the both of you were, the only sound between you two being the heavy bated breaths you couldn’t seem to control and the thumping of your heart in your ears.

He opened his door, holding it out for you to enter before him, ever the gentlemen. Unbeknownst to you, that was the last of the gentlemen you’d see for a while.

The door shut softly behind you, clicking of the lock echoing through the tense air and before you knew it, your hair was twisted in his fist, knees folding until they harshly hit the wood beneath you. “On your knees, there you go. Good girl.”

You didn’t have time to think or process what was happening. His movements were so quick, nimble fingers making quick work of his belt buckle. His grip on your chin didn’t falter. The leather fabric slid through the loops in his navy trousers, metal of the buckle clinking faintly. In seconds he wrapped it around your neck, looping it tight enough to be a makeshift leash.

“Shh, shh, there we go.”

He kneeled to your level. Your eyes were filled with many things; confusion, fear, want. They shone prettily in the fluorescent lights, the perfect addition to your dumbstruck face and pretty parted lips. You were so cute like this, innocent and naive, the look on your face that made his heart swell in love. You looked so obedient.

Such a shame you weren’t.

“Now, darling.” His voice was dangerously calm. With your calm eyes you could almost pretend he was his normal self, kind and attentive to your needs, the man you wouldn’t have dreamed of putting a belt around your neck like a collar. He sighed deeply through his nose, moving his glasses just a bit when he propped his elbow up on his knee and squeezed his bridge. “I have been very lenient with you thus far. I’ve showered you in gifts, in love, in adoration, in everything. All I ask is that you respect me and my wishes. I gave you one task, didn’t I? Tell me what it was.”

You blinked at him dumbly. Was he….was he serious? He let out a short sigh, wrapping the end of the belt around his fist before tugging on it sharply making you jolt. “Answer me.”

“T-To buy a d-different costume.” you stuttered out, breathing slightly labored due to the constriction around your neck. He tutted, shaking his head lightly.

“No, darling. I gave you very specific instructions. What were they?”

His question came out more like a demand, a demand to answer him correctly. You involuntarily swallowed, shallow breaths following your actions.

“To buy an appropriate costume.”

He cracked a small smile. “Right, precisely. And what did you do instead?”

Gulp. “I-I disobeyed.”

“Yes, you disobeyed.”his grip got the slightest bit tighter. “You disobeyed very direct, specific instructions. You chose to be a brat when I thought you’d be my good girl. Do you know what this means, darling?”

You shook your head no, quivering under his gaze with every passing second. He was dissatisfied. He pulled the leash once more, your face now directly beneath his.

“Answer me correctly.”

“N-no sir,” your words passed through you clumsily. “I don’t know.”

He dipped his head to meet yours, your noses and lips just barely grazing each other, close enough that you could still smell the remnants of the little champagne he had to drink on his breath. His voice was low, nearly a growl, monotonous and full of intent.

“It means I've got to punish you.”

You’d have been lying if this side of him didn’t send heat blooming in your core.

He pulled away and returned to his feet once more. “I didn’t want to punish you, no,” he began, fiddling with the button on his pants. “But you insist on being a brat, don’t you? And to make matters worse, you intentionally teased me with it all night, didn’t you? Answer me.”

“Y-yes sir!” your eyes shone hungrily, eagerly, fearfully. Tenya nearly felt bad for a second, his gaze falling to your doe eyes and quivering lips, but the second he saw your dainty little hands twitching towards your inner thigh, your breathing spiked just the tiniest bit, heart beating so fiercely the tops of your breasts jiggled against the force, he knew you liked it, possibly a bit too much.

“Spread your legs for me.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a demand. A demand you had no choice but to follow. Your body moved on its own accord, eyes still locked to his as your knees moved apart obediently, hands gripping on the edge of your little skirt in anticipation. At the sight he chuckled humorlessly to himself, stepping right between them, his thumb dipping beneath the waistband of his briefs.

“So you do know how to follow an order. Good to know. No worries, we’ll be rid of that brattiness in no time. I’ll fuck it right out of you.”

Gulp. He pulled down his briefs, thick, hard cock springing freely. It was always daunting to take his length, even much more so now when it looked to have gotten bigger. Thicker, with the adrenaline of the night pulsing through him, cock head a deeper pink than you remembered. It took your all not to moan simply at the sight of it let alone the thought of that in you.

“Now, suck.” he guided you to the leaking tip with your leash. “First I need to deal with that mouth of yours. Flirting right in front of me, sweetheart? Don’t you know how jealous I am? Of course you do, that’s why you did it, didn’t you? No matter, we’ll fix that pretty mouth of yours right now. Go ahead and suck.”

And you did. You opened your mouth, wet with drool, tongue sticking out slightly. His hot tip landed on the pad of your tongue, pulsing atop it when you wrapped your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks and taking him in as best you could. He groaned above you, loud and guttural, uncaring of holding anything back. His hand wrapped around the leash once more and tugged, pulling you further into him until the tip of his dick met the back of your throat, your nose pressed against his pelvis. The feeling of your throat tightening around him only made him throw his head back, eyes shut and eyebrows furrowed, the broad of his hand meeting the back of your head as he fucked into you.

“Such a good cock slut for me, aren’t you?” he hissed above the sounds of your gags. “I planned to be gentle with you tonight but no, you chose otherwise. You chose to be a bratty little bitch didn’t you? You wanted me to be rough with you, to fuck the sense out of that pretty little head of yours, right? Don’t worry, love. By the time I'm finished, you won’t have the brains to consider disobeying me again. Am I clear?”

He fisted your hair and pulled you back, your eyes fluttering up towards him, throat already aching. “Answer me.”

“Yes sir!”

“Good.”

He pushed into your throat again, holding you steady while he drilled into you. Drool slid down your chin and onto your chest, your hands hopelessly digging into the backs of his thighs, involuntarily grunts vibrating around his length. He spared a few more rough thrusts before pulling away once more, yanking you up by your hair. “What color?”

“Green.” It was automatic, you didn’t even think about it. He smiled, dragging you over to the kitchen counter. In seconds his hands were behind your thighs, underwear cast aside. He lifted you onto the counter with directions for you to spread yourself open for him. You obeyed, hands flying to your thighs, pulling your dripping folds open for him. His own hand was wrapped around his cock, the other coming up to prod at your sensitive clit.

“Look at you, so wet for me and I haven’t done anything.” he ignored your whimpers, instead circling his rough, large thumb on your clit. “Such a naughty hole, sodden and ready for me to do whatever I please, right?”

“Hmm, yes!” you moaned in agreement. Pleasure bloomed about you, skin prickling as it became increasingly more sensitive, begging to be touched. He dipped down, two large fingers stretching and curling inside you, your mewls only fueling his actions. “Look at you, so good for me. You want to be good for me, don’t you? You want to be good for daddy?”

Daddy. The name sent shivers down your spine, walls clenching around his fingers. “Yes daddy! Wanna be good for you!”

“Then prove it.” his head dipped to your heat, fat tongue darting out to lap at your juices. Your hands dug into the fat of your thighs, head falling backwards, his tongue doing wonders at your clit. He wasn’t normally like this, no. He preferred taking his time with you, languid, lazy strokes of his tongue and fingers, but this was different. His touch was quick, intense, eager and vengeful. His tongue circled and flicked your bud ferociously, unrelenting in its assault, driving you to your orgasm quicker than you expected. He didn’t stop either, choosing to move faster as you keened around him, lovely little whines carried through the air. “T-Tenya-!”

He pulled away immediately with a quick slap to your clit. “You will address me as daddy or sir. Understood?”

“Y-yes sir.”

“Good. You’re learning.”

He picked you up again, carrying you over to the couch. He bent you over the armrest, finally loosening the belt still notched around your neck. Your mouth opened immediately, hungrily gasping for air lacked inside. Iida wrapped the belt’s buckle around his hand, other hands massaging your plush, doughy cheeks.

“Count.”

Your eyes shot open. “W-wha-”

Smack.

It crackled through the air. It demanded obedience and nothing more. Tears pricked your waterline, stinging and hot to match the mark on your ass. He smoothed over the area with his thumb, waiting for you to come to your senses.

“One.”

And it continued two, three, four, five more times. You were dazed, shocked, emotions bubbling in your chest and billowing up your throat until they poured out of you, fat, hot tears trailing the apples of your soft cheeks. You weren’t crying from the pain-well, not entirely. With every lash of the belt across your skin he reminded you, he didn’t want to do this. He didn’t like punishing you. But he had to, because you were so intent on being so selfishly bratty for no reason. He was doing this because he loves you, that’s all.

And that’s why you were sobbing by the end of it. Your hands gripped the couch cushions, head buried into the spongy material, overwhelmed with emotions you had bottled up for so long. Emotions you were too afraid to explain, emotions you weren’t sure you could handle admitting.

“T-twenty.”

“What color?”

“Green.”

He hooked his arms around your legs once more, flipping you over and pushing you further onto the couch. You were still sobbing, sniffling and hiccuping like a baby. The sight pained him to see but somehow, innately, he knew it was needed. This was needed. It wasn’t like you to be so outright defiant, not to him. You were always so open and so was he, this was unlike you. Whatever you had bottled up inside you was breaking free now, and by the end of the night he was intent on learning what exactly was going on in your head.

But for now, he pressed on.

He gave no warning. The head of his dick pushed through your puffy lips and into your saturated cavern. He wasn’t slow, sweet, or gentle this time. He didn’t give you time to adjust as he went in, his size always overwhelming for you. This time, with his hands braced on the side of your head and the back of the couch, he plummeted inside you. You gasped, squealing, eyes popping open and rolling around in your head. Your back arched, hands desperately trying to grab him in vain as he quickly grabbed your wrists and pinned them against the cushions. You convulse around him, walls desperately rippling and undulating around him, swill against his length.

Tenya watched patiently, unmoving, your cunt desperately creaming around him. “You wanted me, didn’t you?” he muttered, resisting the urge to touch your clit and drive out your high. “You couldn’t just wait. You needed me.”

He didn’t wait for a response. He pulled his hips back and snapped into you, driving any thought still lingering in your mind out with a single thrust. He stirred inside you, enveloping your senses, mind unable to focus on anything but him. His scent, his feel, his warmth, his body, him. Him. you wanted him. You needed him.

The hand around the couch moved to your waist, his built, bulky frame still hovering over you. His thrusts met you quickly, skin slapping harshly against raw skin, your sobs filling the air. You felt so amazing around him, welcoming him despite his intrusion, your body greeting him so eagerly as it always did. Your cunt was lewd for him, loud and uncaring, his moans above you gruff and hurried as he chased his high. Liquid heat rose up in the base of your stomachs, building and building and building and-

“Fuck!”

Burst.

The force of both of your orgasms had you shaking, iida collapsing on top of you as you writhed around him. He pulsated, cock twitching deep inside you, his seed filling you up until it leaked out with him still inside. The cold metal of his glasses pressed against the heat of your temple, your hands digging into his back, nails leaving thin, red marks across the smooth flesh. You couldn’t hold back anymore, your ankles locked around him, completely vulnerable and at his mercy.

“I’m sorry!” you could barely choke out between your sobs. “I’m sorry Tenya, I'm sorry!”

There it was.

He’d broken you.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling out of you as you babbled and clung to him desperately like your life depended on it. He carefully lifted you up, quietly padding over to his bedroom where he laid you both down, you curled into his chest still sobbing.

“Tell me what’s the issue.” he commanded, but unlike before it was soft, comforting. His hand was on your back, fingers rubbing comforting patterns in the way you liked best. It took you a second, still coughing and sputtering, but he waited patiently as ever.

You felt nearly childish, so exposed and powerless against him. “I wa-was tired of being some secret. I thought that if you saw me just...go against you, you’d see me more than just someone you liked...fucking..”

“Fuck, sweetheart.”

He hooked two fingers beneath your chin, your scent still heavy on his hands. He pulled your head up to meet his eyes, eyes filled with many emotions but most importantly regret. “You mean much more to me than that.”

Pout. “I know, Ten, I-”

“Forgive me. I didn’t intend to...I…” he sighed, eyes falling shut for a second. For a man with endless words ever since his youth, there was something about you that never failed to render him speechless. You did it so effortlessly, just your eyes alone had every thought in his head dissipating, the only thing he could think about being you. Your beauty. Your grace. Just...you.

Yet here you were thinking he didn’t want you. He felt awful.

“I was waiting,” he opened his eyes once more to gaze into yours, glassy with tears yet still so full of love he didn’t deserve. “I was waiting till Christmas.”

You blinked up at him in surprise. “What?”

“I was waiting till christmas,” he reiterated, turning over to his nightstand, reaching over into the drawer. “I...I had this very foolish idea, but I felt like you’d like it. Midoriya helped me with it, and I was going to wait until christmas. But, being it christmas eve, I think I've waited long enough.”

Both of your hearts were beating rapidly, chests thumping against each other. “T-tenya, what are you-”

“Forgive me for cutting you short, my love.” he turned back towards you, a small bag clasped in his shaking fist. “I..um...I don’t know how to really go about this, but this...this is for you.”

You looked at him with unsure eyes, equally shaky hands gently pulling the soft bag out of his hands. You timidly pulled the tiny silk ribbons on the pouch, heart beating wildly by the second. Nervous yet excited you tipped the bag over, emptying its contents in your hands.

“Will you...be my girlfriend?”

It was silver, dainty, a thin chain with a small pendant. ‘My love.’

The tears in your eyes and the wobbly smile on your face nearly sent Tenya’s heart into a frenzy, but the words you said brought tears to his own eyes.

“I will.”

What a merry Christmas it was indeed.

[nininilawl]

santa, baby. | tenya iida

i’ve been an awful good girl..

synopsis. iida’s just a little too controlling sometimes, and you’re just a little too challenging.

wc. 5.1k.

cw. sugar daddy!iida. fem!reader. bratty!reader. impact play. spanking. a belt. fingering. brat taming. hard dom!iida. degradation. shame play. praise (eventually). oral. ear play/stimulaiton. alcohol mention. iida is a stiff but its made sexy. sir kink. daddy kink. kind of hurt/comfort if you squint. stoplight system is used. nicknames used include darling, my love, and sweetheart (ik but it fits him ok </3).

a/n. i wrote this last year and it has not seen the light of day since, but i decided to give it a little sprucing (because great heavens it needed it) and repost for this year! as a part of my network’s @planetonet collab, iida is now a sugar daddy as he should’ve been all along.

disclaimer. this work is for adults only. iida is a 32 year old man in this because i said so. children 17 and under do not interact. 18+, adults only.

“You’re not wearing that.”

Iida’s tone was firm, unwavering, and certain. There wasn’t a trace of amusement in his face, in fact this was the most serious you’ve seen him outside of hero work. There was a heavy silence for a few seconds, a frown forming on your face at the realization that he really did disapprove of your costume.

“T-Tenya,” You blinked at your phone. “What do you mean? This cost me like two hundred dollars-”

His voice was steady and monotonous in his reply. “Well, I apologize, but I'm afraid you’ll have to return it.”

Return it he says. You roll your eyes inwardly, annoyance ticking at you. “I can't, Ten. All sales are final on luxury items, didn’t you know?”

“I see.” He pushes his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose, lenses catching the white fluorescent lights of his office briefly. “I'll send you some funds momentarily, then. Buy something appropriate for a costume party.”

Blink. Pardon?

Appropriate? What was so inappropriate about your costume? It wasn’t anything too crazy, just your typical snow angel costume. You thought it was very appropriate for the occasion, considering you’d be attending Sero’s annual Christmas costume party. This wasn’t your first time going and you’ve worn things much more revealing than this before. In fact this was pretty tame. You pout down at the soft frilly fabric on your lap, thumb tracing the faux fur lining the seams. Iida remains silent on the other side of the line, the sound of your phone vibrating preceding his response.

“There, all done.” His tone is a bit chipper now, lighter now that he’d secured his way. The notification from your bank gleamed on your screen. He transferred over a couple thousand dollars. “You should be able to find something with that, right?”

“I guess.” You muttered, still pouting to yourself. “I thought you would like this, though.”

He leaned back into his office chair, the silver pins on his suit catching the light. “I do, honey. I really do.” The camera captures the way his throat bobs as his voice deepens for a moment, foggy haze of lust seeping into his tone for a split second before he pulls himself together. “However I’d prefer you wear it...in private. For my eyes only. Do you understand? We already can’t be seen together and you’re arriving without me, I can't deal with you wearing that around so many people, too.”

Iida’s heart pangs just a little too much when your cheeks puff out with a sigh. He loved your costume, but if he was having trouble containing himself at the thought of you in it he didn’t want to dream about the others’ reactions to seeing you in it. He didn’t want anyone else thinking of you in that way, seeing that body; he couldn’t take it. Not when he couldn’t have you on his arm. Not when everyone didn’t know that you were his. He couldn’t risk that.

Not on his watch.

The way you blinked up at the camera with defeated eyes and a soft pout on your face signaled that you understood and you’d do as he said. He always liked that about you, how obedient you were. You’re your own person of course, able to make your own independent decisions but you allowed him to take care of you. You followed his instructions so well, always without much (if any) kickback. You were just so obedient.

His good little girl.

“Okay, I’ll start looking for something tomorrow.” You stood up to fold the costume away. “I'm sure Mina wouldn’t mind coming with me to the mall again, yeah?”

His attention isn’t entirely on you anymore, his office phone ringing loudly into the speaker. “I'm sure she will, Ashido is a very accommodating young woman. Excuse me for a second, I'll have to call you later.”

Within seconds he was gone, leaving you to ponder the conversation. You couldn’t help but feel a bit slighted. The relationship between you and tenya was...undefined, to say the least.

There was no title, and though you two have openly expressed your feelings to each other (he calls you darling for God’s sake), that was the closest you’d came to solidifying your relationship. He claimed to be too busy to commit to you the way he wanted to, and to his credit, he was very busy. Times spent together were often squeezed in between lunch breaks or scheduled after work hours, when he was done with patrol and had a late start the next morning. You didn’t really mind, having your own responsibilities to address but it did bother you some.

It was just so uncertain.

Sometimes you’d allow yourself to fall into the fantasy of pretending you were together, especially when he bought you gifts and showered you in love. He loved showing just how much he cared for you, and then he’s quick to remind you that those were only fantasies, that he hadn’t actually belonged to you, that you weren’t his. Like when he’s on the television after saving the day yet again, some starry eyed woman clinging to his arm thanking him over and over, the dazzling smile you pretended to be reserved for you on full display for another woman. It was all so draining at times, and right now was no different.

You were normally so obedient and accommodating to him, maybe this once you shouldn’t be. Perhaps you were due a change. He didn’t own you, after all. You were just someone he happened to like, someone he happened to be fucking. You weren’t obligated to be obedient if you didn’t want to.

You bit your lip, hands finding your phone to find Mina's number. Maybe you were due a bit of a change. Maybe Tenya was due a wakeup call.

“I thought I told her to buy something appropriate.”

A wakeup call indeed. Tenya nearly broke the glass in his hand the second his eyes landed on you.

You could feel his burning gaze, but at this point, you didn’t care. You straightened your back and square your shoulders, arms looped with Uraraka’s, a smug smile painting your face. Look at me, you thought. Look at me blatantly tell you no.

“Woah,” Kirishima whistled beside Tenya, clutching his own drink in his hand. “I didn’t know (y/n) had it like that!” He’s smiling now, oblivious to the tick in Tenya’s jaw and the stern, almost irate look in his darkened eyes.

You weren’t supposed to know, he wants to say. Instead he raises his glass to his lips with eyes still trained on your outfit. “I suppose she is filled with surprises, isn’t she?”

He couldn’t lie, a part of him liked this outfit better than the last. It was much more revealing, much much more revealing, but it suited you beautifully. The dress itself was short, snow white fur lining its seams, tight shiny red fabric wrapped around your lovely body, a thick black belt snapped into the dips of your waist. You paired it with stockings that came up all the way to your thighs, long red gloves stretching up to your biceps. your hair was done up prettily, a classic santa hat sat up on your head.

“What’re you dressed as, cutie?” Denki asked you, giggling from the amount of champagne he’d already had. Tenya didn’t miss the smirk you gave, innocently looking around the room (and looking at him a bit longer than necessary) before responding.

“Mrs. Claus, of course.” You winked.

Both Tenya’s chest and pants tightened. He was in for a long night.

Strike one.

Blatantly ignoring the clear instructions he gave you.

Strike two.

Showing up in that annoyingly attractive little number that you decided to wear to this forsaken party in the first place.

Strike three.

Purposefully flirting with his colleagues while he was in earshot.

You just knew exactly what you were doing, weren’t you?

Now here you were, tipsy in the passenger seat of his Lamborghini Urus. He didn’t planned to take you home tonight, original arrangements being that you’d go home with Mina and he would collect you later, but Mina had conveniently disappeared leaving Iida to drive you to your place. This would ideally be the perfect turn of events, but not tonight.

Not when Iida was visibly irritated with you.

Even in your intoxicated state you could tell. It was beyond obvious. Irritation rolled off of him in heavy waves, his sharp jawline ticking and his eyes darker than usual, noticeable even under the low light of the passing streetlights. He gave you one job with simple instructions. You couldn’t- no, you didn’t want to follow them. Just the thought of you blatantly, knowingly disobeying him made his fingers curl tightly around the steering wheel.

Unluckily for him, you weren’t finished with your little rebellion yet.

“D’you like my outfit, Tenya?” You chirped, the tug in the corner of your lips giving your teasing away. “It's a lot cuter than the other one, isn’t it?”

Iida’s eyes snapped from the road to you, his hard look turning near steely. “Do not make me pull this car over. Behave until we get to my place.”

The venomous tone in his voice made your resolve waver, his gaze returning to the road before he could see your smile drop and the crease in your eyebrows appear. Perhaps it was your entire mood this week, or perhaps it had been your overall confusion with your arrangement, or maybe it was the liquor in your system, but your words flew out your pouted mouth before you even had a chance to think about what you were saying.

“You don’t even have the right to be mad. It’s not like I'm your girlfriend or anything.”

The air in the car was tense. Your words hung in the air, ringing like a shrill whistle in both your ears, the weight of what you said finally crashing down on you and effectively drowning out your insobriety.

Fuck. You messed up.

“Wait, T-Tenya, I-”

The car had veered off to the side of the road so quickly your thoughts hadn’t a chance to be heard. In the blink of an eye Iida had turned to you, a chilling look in his eyes. His hand darted from the wheel and wrapped around your neck. His other hand cupped your face, index and middle finger forcing their way between your lips to press down firmly on your wet, pink tongue. You made a small noise of surprise but it quickly died in your throat, Iida squeezing just enough to let you know he was done with your games.

“I am going to fuck that pesky insolence right out of you the second we get home.” You would’ve swallowed if you could. He hissed through his teeth, “Until I allow you to speak, I do not want to hear another word out of you. Do I make myself clear?”

Mind blank and thoughts empty, you stared at your boyfriend with widened eyes and a heavy tongue. Where did your tenacity go? Where had your zeal dissipated to? You were so staunch in your resolve earlier, all week having plans to be as disobedient as possible to Iida so he could understand that you wouldn’t just blindly obey him. Where did all that go? Why were you nearly shaking beneath his gaze, and more importantly why did you...like it?

“Speak.”

Your thighs rubbed together timidly. “Yes sir.”

He cracked his first smile of the night. “Good girl.”

Your thighs clenched together. The rest of the ride was quiet, Tenya’s demeanor still rigid but a little more relaxed. Your eyes shifted from his ringed fingers on the stick to the road, body heating up with embarrassment, anticipation, excitement.

Tenya rarely, if ever, lost his cool. Even on the battlefield amidst all that pressure and expectations he was always logical, methodical, and thought things through before he just ran headfirst into a situation and got himself hurt. It was rare to see him act out of blind emotion, especially an emotion so raw and untamed as anger. To be frank, you couldn’t even remember a time seeing this man angry.

Now, here you are. Quivering like leaves in the passenger seat of his expensive car wondering what on earth he had in store for you.

Your eyes traveled to his hands once more, the taste of the salty pads of his fingers pressing down onto your tongue still fresh in your mouth. A part of you wanted him to do it again, to wrap his hands around your throat again and order you around with more authority than he normally did. It was new, exciting, you liked it. You didn’t know what the hell you unlocked with him but you liked it.

Maybe this wasn’t such a mistake after all.

By the time you two entered the gates of his home and pulled up to the front door your hands were shaking a little. He didn’t say a word to you, clicking off the ignition and exiting the car, rounding around to your side to open up the door. Even in his annoyance he was still a gentleman. It was getting hard to not fall for this man.

As quickly as you could you fumbled with the buckle and climbed out of the car, jumping a little as the door shut a bit loud behind you. He didn’t wrap an arm around your waist like he usually did, instead walking ahead of you leaving you to scurry after him. He was silent, the both of you were, the only sound between you two being the heavy bated breaths you couldn’t seem to control and the thumping of your heart in your ears.

He opened his door, holding it out for you to enter before him, ever the gentlemen. Unbeknownst to you, that was the last of the gentlemen you’d see for a while.

The door shut softly behind you, clicking of the lock echoing through the tense air and before you knew it, your hair was twisted in his fist, knees folding until they harshly hit the wood beneath you. “On your knees, there you go. Good girl.”

You didn’t have time to think or process what was happening. His movements were so quick, nimble fingers making quick work of his belt buckle. His grip on your chin didn’t falter. The leather fabric slid through the loops in his navy trousers, metal of the buckle clinking faintly. In seconds he wrapped it around your neck, looping it tight enough to be a makeshift leash.

“Shh, shh, there we go.”

He kneeled to your level. Your eyes were filled with many things; confusion, fear, want. They shone prettily in the fluorescent lights, the perfect addition to your dumbstruck face and pretty parted lips. You were so cute like this, innocent and naive, the look on your face that made his heart swell in love. You looked so obedient.

Such a shame you weren’t.

“Now, darling.” His voice was dangerously calm. With your calm eyes you could almost pretend he was his normal self, kind and attentive to your needs, the man you wouldn’t have dreamed of putting a belt around your neck like a collar. He sighed deeply through his nose, moving his glasses just a bit when he propped his elbow up on his knee and squeezed his bridge. “I have been very lenient with you thus far. I’ve showered you in gifts, in love, in adoration, in everything. All I ask is that you respect me and my wishes. I gave you one task, didn’t I? Tell me what it was.”

You blinked at him dumbly. Was he….was he serious? He let out a short sigh, wrapping the end of the belt around his fist before tugging on it sharply making you jolt. “Answer me.”

“T-To buy a d-different costume.” you stuttered out, breathing slightly labored due to the constriction around your neck. He tutted, shaking his head lightly.

“No, darling. I gave you very specific instructions. What were they?”

His question came out more like a demand, a demand to answer him correctly. You involuntarily swallowed, shallow breaths following your actions.

“To buy an appropriate costume.”

He cracked a small smile. “Right, precisely. And what did you do instead?”

Gulp. “I-I disobeyed.”

“Yes, you disobeyed.”his grip got the slightest bit tighter. “You disobeyed very direct, specific instructions. You chose to be a brat when I thought you’d be my good girl. Do you know what this means, darling?”

You shook your head no, quivering under his gaze with every passing second. He was dissatisfied. He pulled the leash once more, your face now directly beneath his.

“Answer me correctly.”

“N-no sir,” your words passed through you clumsily. “I don’t know.”

He dipped his head to meet yours, your noses and lips just barely grazing each other, close enough that you could still smell the remnants of the little champagne he had to drink on his breath. His voice was low, nearly a growl, monotonous and full of intent.

“It means I've got to punish you.”

You’d have been lying if this side of him didn’t send heat blooming in your core.

He pulled away and returned to his feet once more. “I didn’t want to punish you, no,” he began, fiddling with the button on his pants. “But you insist on being a brat, don’t you? And to make matters worse, you intentionally teased me with it all night, didn’t you? Answer me.”

“Y-yes sir!” your eyes shone hungrily, eagerly, fearfully. Tenya nearly felt bad for a second, his gaze falling to your doe eyes and quivering lips, but the second he saw your dainty little hands twitching towards your inner thigh, your breathing spiked just the tiniest bit, heart beating so fiercely the tops of your breasts jiggled against the force, he knew you liked it, possibly a bit too much.

“Spread your legs for me.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a demand. A demand you had no choice but to follow. Your body moved on its own accord, eyes still locked to his as your knees moved apart obediently, hands gripping on the edge of your little skirt in anticipation. At the sight he chuckled humorlessly to himself, stepping right between them, his thumb dipping beneath the waistband of his briefs.

“So you do know how to follow an order. Good to know. No worries, we’ll be rid of that brattiness in no time. I’ll fuck it right out of you.”

Gulp. He pulled down his briefs, thick, hard cock springing freely. It was always daunting to take his length, even much more so now when it looked to have gotten bigger. Thicker, with the adrenaline of the night pulsing through him, cock head a deeper pink than you remembered. It took your all not to moan simply at the sight of it let alone the thought of that in you.

“Now, suck.” he guided you to the leaking tip with your leash. “First I need to deal with that mouth of yours. Flirting right in front of me, sweetheart? Don’t you know how jealous I am? Of course you do, that’s why you did it, didn’t you? No matter, we’ll fix that pretty mouth of yours right now. Go ahead and suck.”

And you did. You opened your mouth, wet with drool, tongue sticking out slightly. His hot tip landed on the pad of your tongue, pulsing atop it when you wrapped your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks and taking him in as best you could. He groaned above you, loud and guttural, uncaring of holding anything back. His hand wrapped around the leash once more and tugged, pulling you further into him until the tip of his dick met the back of your throat, your nose pressed against his pelvis. The feeling of your throat tightening around him only made him throw his head back, eyes shut and eyebrows furrowed, the broad of his hand meeting the back of your head as he fucked into you.

“Such a good cock slut for me, aren’t you?” he hissed above the sounds of your gags. “I planned to be gentle with you tonight but no, you chose otherwise. You chose to be a bratty little bitch didn’t you? You wanted me to be rough with you, to fuck the sense out of that pretty little head of yours, right? Don’t worry, love. By the time I'm finished, you won’t have the brains to consider disobeying me again. Am I clear?”

He fisted your hair and pulled you back, your eyes fluttering up towards him, throat already aching. “Answer me.”

“Yes sir!”

“Good.”

He pushed into your throat again, holding you steady while he drilled into you. Drool slid down your chin and onto your chest, your hands hopelessly digging into the backs of his thighs, involuntarily grunts vibrating around his length. He spared a few more rough thrusts before pulling away once more, yanking you up by your hair. “What color?”

“Green.” It was automatic, you didn’t even think about it. He smiled, dragging you over to the kitchen counter. In seconds his hands were behind your thighs, underwear cast aside. He lifted you onto the counter with directions for you to spread yourself open for him. You obeyed, hands flying to your thighs, pulling your dripping folds open for him. His own hand was wrapped around his cock, the other coming up to prod at your sensitive clit.

“Look at you, so wet for me and I haven’t done anything.” he ignored your whimpers, instead circling his rough, large thumb on your clit. “Such a naughty hole, sodden and ready for me to do whatever I please, right?”

“Hmm, yes!” you moaned in agreement. Pleasure bloomed about you, skin prickling as it became increasingly more sensitive, begging to be touched. He dipped down, two large fingers stretching and curling inside you, your mewls only fueling his actions. “Look at you, so good for me. You want to be good for me, don’t you? You want to be good for daddy?”

Daddy. The name sent shivers down your spine, walls clenching around his fingers. “Yes daddy! Wanna be good for you!”

“Then prove it.” his head dipped to your heat, fat tongue darting out to lap at your juices. Your hands dug into the fat of your thighs, head falling backwards, his tongue doing wonders at your clit. He wasn’t normally like this, no. He preferred taking his time with you, languid, lazy strokes of his tongue and fingers, but this was different. His touch was quick, intense, eager and vengeful. His tongue circled and flicked your bud ferociously, unrelenting in its assault, driving you to your orgasm quicker than you expected. He didn’t stop either, choosing to move faster as you keened around him, lovely little whines carried through the air. “T-Tenya-!”

He pulled away immediately with a quick slap to your clit. “You will address me as daddy or sir. Understood?”

“Y-yes sir.”

“Good. You’re learning.”

He picked you up again, carrying you over to the couch. He bent you over the armrest, finally loosening the belt still notched around your neck. Your mouth opened immediately, hungrily gasping for air lacked inside. Iida wrapped the belt’s buckle around his hand, other hands massaging your plush, doughy cheeks.

“Count.”

Your eyes shot open. “W-wha-”

Smack.

It crackled through the air. It demanded obedience and nothing more. Tears pricked your waterline, stinging and hot to match the mark on your ass. He smoothed over the area with his thumb, waiting for you to come to your senses.

“One.”

And it continued two, three, four, five more times. You were dazed, shocked, emotions bubbling in your chest and billowing up your throat until they poured out of you, fat, hot tears trailing the apples of your soft cheeks. You weren’t crying from the pain-well, not entirely. With every lash of the belt across your skin he reminded you, he didn’t want to do this. He didn’t like punishing you. But he had to, because you were so intent on being so selfishly bratty for no reason. He was doing this because he loves you, that’s all.

And that’s why you were sobbing by the end of it. Your hands gripped the couch cushions, head buried into the spongy material, overwhelmed with emotions you had bottled up for so long. Emotions you were too afraid to explain, emotions you weren’t sure you could handle admitting.

“T-twenty.”

“What color?”

“Green.”

He hooked his arms around your legs once more, flipping you over and pushing you further onto the couch. You were still sobbing, sniffling and hiccuping like a baby. The sight pained him to see but somehow, innately, he knew it was needed. This was needed. It wasn’t like you to be so outright defiant, not to him. You were always so open and so was he, this was unlike you. Whatever you had bottled up inside you was breaking free now, and by the end of the night he was intent on learning what exactly was going on in your head.

But for now, he pressed on.

He gave no warning. The head of his dick pushed through your puffy lips and into your saturated cavern. He wasn’t slow, sweet, or gentle this time. He didn’t give you time to adjust as he went in, his size always overwhelming for you. This time, with his hands braced on the side of your head and the back of the couch, he plummeted inside you. You gasped, squealing, eyes popping open and rolling around in your head. Your back arched, hands desperately trying to grab him in vain as he quickly grabbed your wrists and pinned them against the cushions. You convulse around him, walls desperately rippling and undulating around him, swill against his length.

Tenya watched patiently, unmoving, your cunt desperately creaming around him. “You wanted me, didn’t you?” he muttered, resisting the urge to touch your clit and drive out your high. “You couldn’t just wait. You needed me.”

He didn’t wait for a response. He pulled his hips back and snapped into you, driving any thought still lingering in your mind out with a single thrust. He stirred inside you, enveloping your senses, mind unable to focus on anything but him. His scent, his feel, his warmth, his body, him. Him. you wanted him. You needed him.

The hand around the couch moved to your waist, his built, bulky frame still hovering over you. His thrusts met you quickly, skin slapping harshly against raw skin, your sobs filling the air. You felt so amazing around him, welcoming him despite his intrusion, your body greeting him so eagerly as it always did. Your cunt was lewd for him, loud and uncaring, his moans above you gruff and hurried as he chased his high. Liquid heat rose up in the base of your stomachs, building and building and building and-

“Fuck!”

Burst.

The force of both of your orgasms had you shaking, iida collapsing on top of you as you writhed around him. He pulsated, cock twitching deep inside you, his seed filling you up until it leaked out with him still inside. The cold metal of his glasses pressed against the heat of your temple, your hands digging into his back, nails leaving thin, red marks across the smooth flesh. You couldn’t hold back anymore, your ankles locked around him, completely vulnerable and at his mercy.

“I’m sorry!” you could barely choke out between your sobs. “I’m sorry Tenya, I'm sorry!”

There it was.

He’d broken you.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling out of you as you babbled and clung to him desperately like your life depended on it. He carefully lifted you up, quietly padding over to his bedroom where he laid you both down, you curled into his chest still sobbing.

“Tell me what’s the issue.” he commanded, but unlike before it was soft, comforting. His hand was on your back, fingers rubbing comforting patterns in the way you liked best. It took you a second, still coughing and sputtering, but he waited patiently as ever.

You felt nearly childish, so exposed and powerless against him. “I wa-was tired of being some secret. I thought that if you saw me just...go against you, you’d see me more than just someone you liked...fucking..”

“Fuck, sweetheart.”

He hooked two fingers beneath your chin, your scent still heavy on his hands. He pulled your head up to meet his eyes, eyes filled with many emotions but most importantly regret. “You mean much more to me than that.”

Pout. “I know, Ten, I-”

“Forgive me. I didn’t intend to...I…” he sighed, eyes falling shut for a second. For a man with endless words ever since his youth, there was something about you that never failed to render him speechless. You did it so effortlessly, just your eyes alone had every thought in his head dissipating, the only thing he could think about being you. Your beauty. Your grace. Just...you.

Yet here you were thinking he didn’t want you. He felt awful.

“I was waiting,” he opened his eyes once more to gaze into yours, glassy with tears yet still so full of love he didn’t deserve. “I was waiting till Christmas.”

You blinked up at him in surprise. “What?”

“I was waiting till christmas,” he reiterated, turning over to his nightstand, reaching over into the drawer. “I...I had this very foolish idea, but I felt like you’d like it. Midoriya helped me with it, and I was going to wait until christmas. But, being it christmas eve, I think I've waited long enough.”

Both of your hearts were beating rapidly, chests thumping against each other. “T-tenya, what are you-”

“Forgive me for cutting you short, my love.” he turned back towards you, a small bag clasped in his shaking fist. “I..um...I don’t know how to really go about this, but this...this is for you.”

You looked at him with unsure eyes, equally shaky hands gently pulling the soft bag out of his hands. You timidly pulled the tiny silk ribbons on the pouch, heart beating wildly by the second. Nervous yet excited you tipped the bag over, emptying its contents in your hands.

“Will you...be my girlfriend?”

It was silver, dainty, a thin chain with a small pendant. ‘My love.’

The tears in your eyes and the wobbly smile on your face nearly sent Tenya’s heart into a frenzy, but the words you said brought tears to his own eyes.

“I will.”

What a merry Christmas it was indeed.

[nininilawl]

can u write like fluffy smut w/ iida maybe like his first time ??

cravings..

pairing: virgin!iida tenya x fem!reader

wc: 2.3k

genre: fluffy smut

notes/warnings: teasing, study group w denki, momo, mina, & sero, praise, kissing, nipple play, tit sucking, lactation kink, reader lactates, don’t ask me why, no protection sex, tongue-teasing, reader is on birth control, blowjob(??), begging, i’m sorry but iida as a tit obsessed guy is my life purpose, im bad at dialouge for some reason, i really tried to like i don’t know write??, i don’t even know anything about sex, i like debated on so many things on this, i hope you like it, it’s funny how i can’t think what to write in english class but can write a whole story about sex in a second, i rushed this bc my mom was just staring me down

this is probably bad LMAO

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requests : open

"Hey, Iida-Kun! You did mention we're going to be stopping by your room later tonight right? For the study session?" You asked, completely annoyed that you have to put in extra effort in your classes.

"Yes! I'm guessing it's going to be you, Kaminari, Mina, Momo, and Sero." He responded, avoiding eye contact with you. He seemed skittish from the day you and him bumped into each other. He shifted his weight to his other foot as silence filled the room.

You hum and smile, "Okay! I'll text you and the others once I'm ready!" You wave at him, closing your locker and heading down the hall and out of sight.

Two hours passed since you talked to him in the hallway. Standing in front of your mirror you debated on what to wear. Shrugging, you pull a t-shirt over your head and pull on a pair of sweatpants. Taking your phone out and sending a quick message to the group-chat.

You: "Hey, I'm on my way! :DD"

Your phone dinged once.

Kaminari: "Alright, I'll walk with you since I'm not that far from your dorm! ;)"

You sighed, sending another message.

You: "Haha, how practical. >:^"

Your phone then dings four more times. You read it but then shove your phone into your pocket.

Mina: "Denki, stop messing around. >:( I'll tag along with you two since we're very close to each other!"

Momo: "Alright! Iida-kun, I'll be there in 2 minutes since we're in the same buidling!"

Iida: "The door will be open and alright guys, please stay safe..!"

Sero: "I'll be there soon, i might be a little late!"

You: Read. 7:30

You exit your dorm building and meet up with Kaminari and Mina. Taking about 10 minutes to arrive at Iida's building, you knock on the door once but you remember it was already open. Turning the knob and walking in, both Mina and Kaminari bickering behind you.

"Hey, we're here!" You call out.

"We're in here!" Momo responds, peeking her head out of a room and waving at the trio. You smile and follow her into the room.

Iida was slumped on a bean bag in the corner of the room, near the window, and Momo sat on the bed with a bunch of textbooks. You stand there while Kaminari and Mina sit on a bunch of pillows on the floor. Everyone's phone rang.

Sero: "Hey, I can't make it. Maybe another time!"

You type back quickly as your phone buzzes while everyone sends their messages.

You: "That's fine!"

Kaminari: "Make sure to text me what came up!"

Mina: "Stop being so nosy, Denki."

Iida: "Of course, I'll let you know if we ever do another one!

Momo: "Take care, Sero!"

You sat by a bean bag near Iida. He moved a bit away from you and you just shrugged it off.

Everyone then began to talk about our studies and what we need help on. Minutes soon turned into hours, Kaminari dozed off multiple times and Mina took advantage of that, and drew on his face.

Iida didn't talk to you as much, he aimed his attention to the others and barely faced your direction. His behavior seemed to amuse you. He's never acted like this until last week, when you accidentally bumped into him and fell on top of him. You were in a rush and didn't want to miss your class, and well it's self explainable. You mentally sigh and lean your head back against the soft material.

Another hour passed by and you dozed off, waking up to an empty room. A sound came from down the hall, you sat up and put your things in your bag. Not really wanting to bother Iida anymore since he was obviously giving you the silent treatment, you get up, heading out of his room and bumping into him again.

"Ah-, I'm sorry Iida-kun." You step back and laugh awkwardly. "I'll be going now-," Iida interrupts you, "Actually.. I was.. wondering if you could stay..?" He mumbles, not looking at you still.

Agitated but curious, you nod, following him into his bedroom again.

“So, what’s.. up?” You poked. Iida’s lips parted but nothing came out. You walk towards him, taking a seat right beside him and he immediately puts his hands on his lap. Your eyes trail down and you raise your eyebrow, hearing his breaths become heavy. You realize and a smile tugs the corners of your lips.

“I swear it isn’t what you think it is-,” Iida blurts out before your lips cut him off. He lets out a surprised whimper and freezes. You pull away and tilt your head to the side as you remove his glasses.

“How cute, you’ve never been touched by a girl, have you?” You tease. He nods hesitantly, his hands pressing more into his lap.

You take his hands, placing them on your waist, leaning over, and placing a soft kiss on his lips. “I’ll take it slow, okay..?” You whisper and kiss him again. He lets out a shaky affirmation, pressing into you, and his hands gripping on your sides like his life depends on it. You settle onto his lap, pressing soft and gentle kisses onto his lips, cheeks, and neck. He whimpers under your touch, your fingers trailing down his neck and onto his shoulders, then down his chest. Unbuttoning his plaid, taking your time undoing each of the buttons, pulling his plaid down his shoulders, and peppering kisses on his bare shoulders and collarbone. He inhales, exhaling shakily as you continue, looking up at him every now and then to make sure he is doing okay.

Pulling his plaid completely off, you toss it to the side and smile at him. “If you want, you could take my shirt off for me?” You propose.

He nods eagerly. His hands tremble slightly as he grabs the bottom end of your t-shirt, pulling it slowly over your head. He looks down as he places your shirt to the side. You laugh, reaching behind your back and unclasping your bra, holding the front with one arm and using the other to pull the straps down your shoulders. Pulling it completely off, your nipples immediately perk up and become hard, and you shiver at the sudden exposure. Dropping your bra onto the ground, you then fix your gaze on Iida and chuckle softly. “It’s okay to look, Iida..,” you speak softly, cupping the side of his face, and tilting his gaze up at you. He nods, a deep red flushing his face and he smiles shyly, leaning into your hand before fixating his gaze on your chest.

“Can.. Can i.. Please touch you..?” He mumbles quietly. You melt at his shyness and your heart skips a couple of beats, and you take his hand and place it over one of your breasts. He gives a gentle, hesitant squeeze, looking back at you for reassurance and you nod. His hands were big and calloused, yet they were fairly soft. You relax, biting down into your lip as he fondles your breasts, letting out a soft whine. Touching and caressing you with curiosity, Iida continues to play with your breast, pulling one of your nipples gently. A liquid appears from it as he continues to squeeze and pull at it, Iida raises his eyebrows, running his hands down your sides and wrapping his arms around your waist, you let out a sudden gasp. He pulls you closer to him, his head dipping down into your chest, and his tongue meeting your nipple. He laps his tongue over your bud, pressing the flat of it against your nipple, and sucking eagerly. You tense up, arching your back into him and your hips grinding down onto his bulge. He groans, sucking harder, and taking more of you in. Quiet whimpers leave your lips as he continues to suck you, and you tangle your fingers into his hair.

“Iida.. Iida wait..,” you whine. He looks up and pulls away, “Am i doing.. Something wrong..?” He asks. You shake your head no, then get off of him. He looks up at you confused. You pull your sweats and underwear off and leave them discarded on the ground.

You then start to unbutton his pants. Iida sits up straight and freezes. You tell him to get up a bit, pulling his pants and boxers all the way down to his ankles. His thick cock raising and pressing against his abdomen. His head was swollen and flushed red, and pre was already oozing out of his slit.

You settle onto his lap again, reaching down and running your thumb over his head. He jolts. His head leaning against your shoulder as you begin to tease him, running your thumb into his slit, and around his head slowly. He whimpers and moans, trying to roll his hips into your fingers, but you then pull away. “Please.. Wan’ more.. I need more..” He whimpers. Placing your hands onto his shoulders and gently pressing him down onto the bed.

“You're so good, Iida..” You coo, grazing your fingers down his cock, and tracing one of his veins at the base of his cock. He shudders, arching his back into your touch, and bucking his hips into your hands. He lets out gaspy whimpers and whines. His hands gripping the sheets under him as you begin to pump his cock slowly. His hips rolling up into your hands.

You position yourself between his legs and place them on top of your shoulders. You lean your head down, leading his cock into your mouth and pressing the flat of your tongue against his head, and he hisses. Squirming under you as you begin to suck his cock, sucking at his head slowly, and rubbing your tongue against his slit as he trembles under you. You dig your nails into his thighs, pressing your finger pads into his skin, and tracing slow circles. Sucking his head harder while doing so, he moans, letting out another shaky breath.

“Please.. gonna cum..” Iida whimpers. His cock twitching against your tongue feverishly. You hum against him, making him gasp, and his breath hitches as he cums into your mouth. His head throbbing as you swallow and lapping your tongue over his slit before pulling away. You look up at him. His face red, and drool dripping from the corners of his mouth.

You look around, automatically knowing he doesn’t have a condom on him and you didn’t either. You shrug it off and face him again.

”I’ve barely done anything, and you’re such a mess. Who knew you could be like this, hm?“ You purr. Positioning his cock over your hole, he looks up at you, and sits up immediately.

“Wait..I’m not-,” you cut him off by pushing yourself down his cock. He lets out a loud whiny moan, gripping your waist as you grind down onto him.

“You’re.. so f-fucking big, damn it..,” you groan, shuddering as you push yourself up and down slowly.

“Ohh.. f-fuck-,” he rambles. “Please.. please.. it’s too..m-much.. ‘ucking hell..” His words slur against his tongue as you roll your hips in slow movements. Pushing yourself up and down against him, his hips jolting up into you, and forcing his cock deeper into your cunt. You whimper softly, arching your back, and using your arms to prop yourself up. Grinding on his cock slowly, Iida grunts, breathing heavily as you come down onto him. Your skin slapping into his every time you slam down onto him.

Needy and loud whimpers and whines left Iida’s lips. His hips moving against yours, shoving his cock deeper and deeper into your cunt. Lewd noises come out every time you come down onto him. Your tits bouncing against every movement. Iida arches his back, pressing his cock into your g-spot, and you hunch forward.

“F-fuck..” you whimpered, leaning forward and placing your hands on his chest. Arching your back and grinding hard onto his cock. Iida wraps his arms around your waist and presses you close to him, thrusting his hips into you as you grind yourself on him.

“I-i’m.. gonna c-cum..” he stutters. His tongue lolling out of his mouth as you clamp down on him, feeling your orgasm coming as well. You shudder trying to hold it back.

You’re about to say something but Iida moans stop you. His thrusts stutter as he cums into you. His cum filling you and seeping from the sides, you whimper, grinding on him before cumming too. Your walls flutter around him as you slow down, breathing heavily against him. Iidas breathing slows down and he rubs your sides slowly. You lay against him, not bothering to pull away, and close your eyes.

Iida hesitantly lays his hand on your head, “I’m sorry for coming in you..,” he whispers, “I just couldn’t help myself..” You smile against him, laughing softly and telling him it’s okay. He yawns, suddenly becoming tired, “I’m… glad you’re my first..” he mumbles, inhaling deeply as you trace his skin. You say nothing and only smile. After a while, he falls asleep, soft snores coming from him as you begin to pull away. Getting off of him, you begin to clean him up, pulling a blanket over him, and kissing his forehead.

You gather your discarded clothes along with Iida’s and put them in a laundry basket. You head into his closet and pull a shirt out of it, heading to the bathroom to clean yourself up, and then coming back dressed only with his shirt. You sat on his bed and laid beside him. Moving his hair from his eyes and you lean in, kissing his forehead.

He smiled slightly, another snore coming from his lips, and you laughed. You wrapped an arm around him and gave a slight squeeze. Resting your head against his chest and yawning, closing your eyes to get some sleep as well.

In the morning, Iida woke up, sitting up to stretch. He blinked for a bit, recalling the moment he had with you as a dream and he flushed red, only to be startled by you stirring and turning the other way.

[nininilawl]

ushijima wakatoshi, haikyuu, 18+

i’m just thinking ushijima thoughts (and he’s been thinking about going home to his wife for hours). w1825

warnings below the cut

established relationship; domestic fluff/soft smut; kissing; hickies; finger sucking; improper use of a theragun 👀; spit play; slight cockwarming; not edited in the slightest

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it’s late by the time ushijima gets home. the lights are all off except for the one over the stove- it’s spotlighting dinner, a plate of the curry chicken and potatoes he’d asked for that morning on a warming tray. he’d eaten dinner with his team after practice ran over, but he smiles to himself as he has a few bites, the thought of you going out of your way to make it for him creating an empty space in his stomach for it.

after putting the rest in the fridge he follows it up with some antacids and brushes his teeth before he makes his way to the bedroom to find you sound asleep. his theragun is on his bedside table, a bottle of gatorade next to it, and he can’t help but think you're perfect as he changes out of his clothes and slips into his pajama bottoms.

you’re perfect and he wants nothing more than to fuck you. in fact, it’s all he’s been able to think about since sending you the late practice text and getting a photo of you with your finger on your cheek as a mock tear in return. there hadn’t been anything special about the picture: you’d been at your desk, dressed in the soft pink blouse he’d watched you put on that morning, but you'd been pouting and he was overwhelmed by the desire to push his fingers between the plush of your lips.

even now, as he climbs into bed next to you, he can’t help the desire as he stares at you. your body is facing him, face turned in the opposite direction, and your lips are parted as you lay on the old stuffed animal he often finds himself competing with for cuddles. it’s cute. unassuming and vulnerable in a way that only sleep can make someone, and he finds his eyes trailing down your chest as he reaches blindly for the theragun.

you’d gone to sleep in a tank top and, for as many times as he’s seen you naked, his eyes devour the sight of your breasts spilling out of it like it’s the first time. he licks an index finger and draws it across one of your nipples, back and forth until it pebbles under his touch.

his eyes flicker up to your face when you make a small sound, the thought of waking you drawing excitement to his stomach, but you just stretch a little and he forces himself to relax against the headboard as he grabs his massager.

ushijima continues to watch you as you sleep, theragun pounding into the curve of his shoulder while he attempts to relax. he doesn’t get very far, though. you make another small noise and it goes straight through him, cock hardening as his hours long fantasy continues.

your head lulls in his direction, lips still parted, and he sets the device to the side. he gathers spit in his mouth, wetting his fingers before pushing them into your mouth and sighing when he feels your tongue against the pads of his fingers.

he leans in, tonguing your nipple before sucking it between his lips. you mimic him, suckling his fingers and leaving him moaning near deleriously. it spurs him to shift over you, fitting himself between your legs as his free hand pulls your tank top below your other breast. his lips close around that one too, tongue teasing as his green eyes flicker up to watch your expression.

“yn,” he murmurs, kissing up your chest and jaw. “my love,” he tries again, pulling his fingers from your mouth and licking hungrily at your lips as he tugs his pajamas below his hard-on. “wake up for me, please.”

you whimper beneath him, hips pushing into his as he grinds into you, rubbing his cock against your clothes folds, wetting your underwear with pre as you begin to kiss him back.

“toshi,” you gasp after a moment, eyes opening wide to see your husband over you.

he smiles, brushing a soft kiss to your check as he slowly his thrusts, the underside of his cock teasing your folds into parting just barely. “there’s my sleeping beauty.”

you laugh, legs wrapping around his waist. “pervert,” you tease, but the both of you know you’re okay with it.

“missed you,” he murmurs as you reach between your bodies to pull your lips apart, moaning beautifully when his cock makes a heavy pass over your clothed clit.

“yeah?” you ask, grinding your hips up into him. “need me, baby?”

he thrusts against your clint’s few more times, just enough to leave you desperate for more as he says, “bad.”

your eyes meet his and he feels himself growing desperate until you finally say, “i’m all yours baby, you know that.”

he hums his thanks, nose running the length of your jaw before and kisses lightly at your soft skin. you bring his hand back up to your lips, pushing his two fingers back into your mouth. his lips are gentle as he sucks bruises into your skin, the pull of his tongue in time with the way you suckle his fingers.

“i want to try something,” he admits, pulling back enough to look at you. “before i fuck you.”

you blink sleepily, a soft smile on your lips when he pulls his fingers from your mouth. “anything, waka.”

he nods once, kissing your mouth before sitting up between your legs. “close your eyes.”

ushijima watches you, cock begging for attention where hangs between his thighs, thick and heavy with desire. he has to fuck you soon, he can feel insanity and exhaustion rushing him, but he can’t get the thought out of his head. not now.

“open them whenever you want. stoplight system, ok?”

“ok.”

his hands ghost your bare thighs, encouraging you to open them just enough. “you’re so sexy,” he tells you, one hand settling on your clothed mound and the other reaching for his theragun.

“are you trembling, waka?”

“a little…”

he settles the piston on your clit, over your underwear, already wet with you alls fluids, and you quietly gasp in surprise. he watches your face carefully, wondering if you know what it is just before he turns it on.

“toshi-” you breathe, eyes flying open as you pant. “fuck,” you angle your hips for more, hands coming down to settle in the crease of your thighs. “haaa, god.”

you’re trembling now, but you push yourself into the gun, gaze fixed on him as you give into the pleasure. ushijima wants to see- wants you to hold yourself open as he forces the setting higher to watch your swollen little clit get pounded to mind numbing pleasure while your wet hole clenches around nothing-, he’s desperate for it under the cool calm of his features. but, he resists.

he simply uses his free hand to settle heavily on your tummy, letting you grow comfortable with the feeling as your eyes roll back in your head. your entire body jerks and writhes in bliss, attempting to pull away even as your thighs close around his hand.

he listens as you cry and beg, his name the sweetest sound from your lips until finally he hears you say, “waka- fuck me. i need- please. please i feel so empty, i-”

he pushes your clothes to the side in the most fluid of movements, all too ready to give you exactly what you’re asking for as he tosses the device to the side.

“you need my cock, princess?” he asks, pushing your thighs back for you. “good girl,” he murmurs as you hold yourself open. your cunt is glistening away slick, so much that he’d swear it was lube if he didn’t know better.

but, he does know better, and he teases you for a moment by thumbing between your lips, pushing into your sopping pussy with a groan. he tugs down, watching and listening as your insides part, gaping open and ready for him.

“good girl,” he says, voice low in his throat. he replaces his thumb with two thick fingers, fucking them into you a few times before gathering some of your slick and fisting his cock.

“always ready for me,” he says, mostly to himself as he teases your hole with the head of his cock before pushing into you.

he kisses you hard as he leans over you, sighing at the way your arms and legs pull him closer. he fucks you deep and hard, burying his face in your collar and feasting on every murmur and whimper of overwhelming bliss you feel.

ushijima knows that you never came down from your first high, walls trembling and tears spilling from your eyes as he fucks you into the bed, his pelvis overstimulating your swollen, abused clit. he loves every moment of it, memorizing every second of your sleepy, hungry fucking.

“toshi,” you mewl, and he kisses you to stop you from saying anything more.

“i’m with you,” he says against your lips. “i’m right here, baby. i’m-” he swallows thickly, changing the angle of his hips. “push- bear down a litt-haaa. fuck, fuck. just like that.

“gonna fill you up, yeah?”

“yes, please,” you beg, voice soft as you nod your agreement. “stuff me full, wakatoshi. i love it, you know i love it.”

his arms curl under you, hands gripping your shoulders from behind as his nose brushes yours. the action is gentle, tender as he holds you still, pushing you into each of his heavy thrusts. and he kisses you the same, lips all but worshiping as his pace gets sloppy, cock throbbing in your swollen walls.

he buries himself inside you, cumming as he groans and buries his face into your shoulder, breathing in the scent of your skin. a sigh escapes him when your arms hug him closer, enjoying the solid warmth of you beneath him.

“thank you,” he breathes. “i love you.”

you laugh sleepily, hips wiggling beneath him, and he lifts up enough for you to get comfortable. “don’t pull out yet.”

“won’t,” he says, fucking into a few times before falling still, weighing into you exactly how he knows you love.

you rub back, nails dragging lightly over his skin, and he sighs as the feeling. “hard practice?”

“long.” he groans as you rub at a particularly tense muscle, relaxing deeper into you as his body begins to relax.

“want me to help you? we can use your theragun the way you’re sponsored to.”

he smiles, laughing before sleepily kissing at your neck and jaw. “maybe in the morning.”

“deal,” you murmur, tilting your head to kiss his hairline comfortingly.

“if i can use it on you again, too.”

your pussy pulses around him, betraying your excitement for the idea, and he has to remind himself that it’s late and he’s exhausted because his cock is hardening again from the feeling.

“double deal.”

double deal

[nininilawl]

by my side

Ushijima Wakatoshi/Fem!Reader, College AU

Ushijima starts a habit of knocking on your door at ungodly hours of the night, and you’re always there to greet him with a smile. Because what are friends for?

Parts: 1/2

Words: 5.2k

Warnings: none, just our regularly scheduled fluff

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The first time Ushijima had knocked on your door at two in the morning, he was incredibly nervous and wasn’t sure how you would react. Even though you two had gotten well acquainted over last semester and the start of the current one, he just didn’t know what to expect. Even though he considered you a friend. Even though he was pretty sure you considered him one, too.

And frankly, he wasn’t sure where else to go. He couldn’t think of one person he would’ve gone to besides you. And it wasn’t just because he knew your roommate stayed with her boyfriend or went home on the weekends and everyone else on the volleyball team had roommates. It was because he was pretty sure you wouldn’t judge him. You never judged anyone.

But he didn’t know if that would be different considering it was two in the morning, and you were most definitely asleep.

So he stood in front of your dorm room door for about a minute, just staring at the whiteboard that had you and your roommate’s name written on it. Decorations from the resident assistant taped up here and there on the old wood. He prepared himself for the possible ways you could react if you would give him that sweet smile you usually did or if you would slam the door back in his face.

He wiped his clammy hands on his sweatpants one last time and gave your door a solid few knocks.

It was somewhat noisy in the hallway with people getting back from parties, drunken laughter, and loud footsteps of people who were trying to make it safely back into their rooms. Ushijima just stared at his feet and fiddled with the strap on his gym bag and waited while listening to the background noise, wishing it would drown out the beat of his heart in his ears.

But when he heard the lock click on the other side of the door, his head shot up and he felt his hands get sweaty again.

When you opened the door, you squinted, the light from the hallway harsh on your sleepy eyes. Your hair was messier than he had ever seen it, but you were wearing pajamas that he had seen you wear before to game nights or when he found you studying in the lounge. You peered up at him through the crack in the door, but once you realized it was him, your eyes opened a bit more and you swung the door open.

“Ushijima,” you rasped out in a tired voice, and a small yawn escaped your mouth. “Is everything okay?”

Ushijima immediately felt guilty for waking you up because he knew that you barely got any sleep as it was with your workload. But you were peering up at him with those genuine eyes like you really did care why he was doing knocking on your door.

And he really didn’t have anywhere else to go.

Ushijima cleared his throat. “Yes, everything is fine,” he started, but for some reason, he hadn’t planned on what to say next since he was still surprised you even opened the door.

And while his brain tried to find the right words to say, you gave him a soft, sincere smile. “You look grumpy, Ushi. Is Tendou trying to make you eat one of his food creations again?”

At the sound of the nickname that only you used with him, Ushijima relaxed, because it was just you, and he shouldn’t be so nervous over something that wasn’t really a big deal anyway. And he knew you and you knew him.

You were his friend.

“No, not this time,” Ushijima replied. “But Tendou…is with someone in our room.”

When Ushijima got back from practice late earlier that night and saw the rubber band around the doorknob, he really didn’t know what to do. When they moved in together, they (mostly Tendou) decided that if one of them wanted to have someone over to have sex, they should put a rubber band around the doorknob, signifying that the other roommate needed privacy for a while. And as not to cause an awkward situation. Ushijima easily agreed because it was a smart idea, although he never expected to use the rubber band system himself.

But this was the first time Tendou had actually done it.

Ushijima paused for a moment after his words, hoping you would get the hint. But you just kept looking up at him with sleepy eyes. So he cleared his throat again and continued. “He is with someone…in our room doing private—“

“Oh!” You interrupted, throwing a hand over your mouth and then giggling. “Gotcha, gotcha. Sorry, my brain is all foggy from sleep.”

Ushijima felt the tension leave from his body once again. You weren’t mad.

“Do you know if it’s that one person he met in his cooking class?” You inquired, your eyes becoming more awake every second. “I know they’ve been talking for a while.”

“I’m not entirely sure,” Ushijima said. “But,” he cleared his throat. “I was wondering if you would let me stay in your room.”

Your eyes widened with something like shock and Ushijima panicked because he didn’t want you to get the wrong idea and he started rambling. “It’s just…there’s a lot of drunk people…in the lounge. And, everyone else has a roommate—“

“Ushi,” your voice interrupted, and then your hand was on his arm. “You’re fine. Of course, you can stay in here!”

And then you were opening the door more and dragging him inside and then you closed the door and it was pitch black and you weren’t mad at him.

“Thank you,” he said while you locked the door. The only light coming from the room was some glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling. He had been in your room several times before and never noticed those.

“Ah, sorry, let me get a light,” you mumbled, and bumped into him while you scrambled over to turn on your desk light, which illuminated the room. “Yeah, Yachi has stayed in here a couple of times on the weekends because she knows Kaori doesn’t stay here on the weekends. And her roommate sometimes has boys over.”

Ushijima just stood in the middle of the room while you walked around, tidying up a few things here and there, and kept talking. “Um, so Kaori is a little weird about other people sleeping in her bed, and Yachi and I usually just share mine, so you can sleep in my bed and I can sleep in Kaori’s bed—“ you yawned in between sentences while you started cleaning some clothes off Kaori’s bed. “—because she said she doesn’t really mind if I sleep in hers—“

“That’s okay,” Ushijima interrupted, and you paused to turn around and look at him. “I’ll just wait for Tendou to text me. I’m sure it won’t be long.”

Granted, he had gotten back at eleven, stared at the rubber band on his doorknob for a bit, showered, changed into clean clothes he had in his gym bag, went downstairs and ate a granola bar from the vending machine, ate another granola bar from the vending machine, and then came back up here at two in the morning and Tendou still hadn’t texted him, but it couldn’t have been too much longer.

That’s what Ushijima told himself.

“Are you sure?” You raised an eyebrow. “It’s really not any trouble—“

“It’s fine. Thank you,” Ushijima said, reaching out to pull your desk chair to sit down. He set his gym bag on the floor and took out his phone to entertain himself while he waited.

You still stood next to Kaori’s bed and he could feel you staring, but another yawn escaped your lips. “Alright,” you said through the yawn. “Suit yourself. I’m gonna go back to sleep.”

Ushijima saw you get into bed out of the corner of his eye, your desk sitting right next to your bed where it sat against the wall. “There are snacks and water and stuff…by the closet…” you trailed off.

This time Ushijima looked at you. You were wrapped up in all of your blankets, more blankets than one person needed in his opinion, and your face was smushed against your pillow with eyes closed. Your steady breathing signified that you were already asleep.

Ushijima turned off your desk lamp, and the only light in the room then was his phone. He scrolled through social media for a while, checked his text messages five thousand times to see if Tendou had sent him anything, and then felt himself rest his head on the table before falling asleep hunched over your desk.

And the next thing he knew, he felt a warm hand rubbing up and down his back and heard a faint voice that seemed to be saying his name. He was so tired from practice though, and he wanted to keep his eyes closed.

“Ushijima,” he heard next to his head. His eyes shot open and found your worried ones staring back extremely close to his face.

“Ushijima,” you spoke quietly. “Come here.”

The hand on his back moved gently onto his shoulder, fingers wrapped around and giving him a pull. Ushijima was so dizzy and foggy with sleep that he just let you pull him to his feet and drag him to your bed. You didn’t even say anything as you just scooted over to the far side of the bed and left the blankets pulled away so he could lay down. You immediately turned to face the wall, and as Ushijima pulled the blankets over both of you, the rhythmic rise and fall of your shoulders were back, and you had fallen asleep.

Ushijima fell asleep, too. And he had never slept better.

———

The second time Ushijima knocked on your door late at night, you were still awake.

After he saw the rubber band on his door after getting back from practice, he pulled out his phone and saw a text from Tendou.

From: tendawg !!! :P

sowwy wakatoshi, one thing led to another with my date and they wanted some of my dessert ;) ik that sweetcheeks is pulling an all-nighter for a test so you can probably stay in her room again!!

Ushijima knew that “sweet cheeks” was you, a nickname that Tendou always called you, but he frowned at the other thing Tendou mentioned. You had pulled several all-nighters this week, and Ushijima knew because every time Tendou invited you to play cards with some other floor-mates, you declined. And when his red-haired roommate walked down to your room to try and convince you to come anyway, you were hunched over your desk, doing homework. Tendou would try to sweet talk his way into getting you to take a break, but you never fall for it.

Ushijima sighed, slinging his gym bag over his shoulder and walking down the hallway to your room. And when he approached your door, there was light pouring out of the bottom of it. So he knocked.

You swung open the door with a smile on your face. “‘Sup Ushi!” You beamed. Way too hyper for how late it was.

“Hello,” he greeted simply, noting the dog slippers on your feet.

You giggled, your eyes lighting up like they always did when you laughed. You motioned for him to come inside as you turned around and stepped back into your room. “Tendou told me he thought his date was going to end up…how did he put it?” You said, sitting back down in your desk chair. “I think he said something like ‘super duper successful and not without dessert’ or something.”

You let out a loud laugh, spinning around in your chair and then sighing out. “Well, anyways, I told him I would be up all night away so you were welcome to camp out in my room.”

Ushijima just stood and observed your room. The TV was on, playing quietly in the background while your desk was covered in papers and your laptop open. Kaori had obviously left for the weekend, no sign of her things around the room. The colorful string lights that hung around the room were turned on as well. And there was a steaming cup of tea on your desk.

You were obviously in the middle of a hardcore all-nighter.

And you had already turned back to your laptop to focus. “You can make yourself at home, Ushi.”

Something was different in your eyes when you turned back to your work, and Ushijima found that he didn’t like it.

“Thank you,” he replied instead, setting his gym bag down and pulling out Kaori’s desk chair. He faced it towards the TV to watch whatever show you had on.

Ushijima had watched you do homework many times. Your workload was harder than most, and you had spent many nights staying up late in your room on the weekends as well as the floor lounge on weekdays. He would come back from practice late during the week and pass by the lounge, usually spotting you and pausing outside of the door. He would catch your eye, you would give him a smile and he a nod in return. And you would go back to working hard as always, something he truly admired about you.

But this time, as you stared at your laptop and occasionally flipped through your textbook, your eyes lacked that usual spark of determination. That spark that always lingered in his mind for a while after he spent time with you.

Ushijima continued to watch you for a little while, occasionally glancing away from the TV to look at you. Your shoulders hunched over your desk, your eyes dark underneath, brows furrowed in concentration. Every once in a while he would catch you quietly sigh, propping up your forehead with your hand.

“How long have you been working?” Ushijima finally asked out of the blue.

You seemed to be surprised by his question as you turned around from your desk to face him. “Oh,” you said finally, pasting on a smile he could tell was fake. “I have a test on Monday that’s supposed to be pretty hard…so I’m just going over my notes and stuff.”

“How long have you been working?” Ushijima tried asking again since you were avoiding the truth.

Your eyes fell and you turned back around. “I’m not sure…maybe, I think since I got out of class.”

Ushijima frowned. “Since three?”

“Um, I guess since then, yeah,” you mumbled, flipping through your textbook. “How do you even know when my class ends?”

“You should take a break,” Ushijima said. “It’s not healthy to be staring at your laptop like that for so long.”

You turned your head to reply. “I’ve taken breaks.”

“Are you sure?” He challenged.

You huffed. “Whatever. Look who’s talking, Mr. Volleyball.”

Ushijima raised an eyebrow, interested by your comment. “I take breaks. There’s a line between working hard and overworking.”

This time you turned around in your seat fully with a smirk on your face. “Oh yeah? Then why do you come back from practice late literally every day?”

Ushijima paused for a moment. “I work on my serves,” he decided to say, but you did have a point.

You chuckled. “That’s what I thought.”

As much as you were a hard worker, you were also stubborn, and Ushijima could see he wouldn’t be convincing you to give it rest any time soon. So he just turned back towards the TV while you turned back to your books, keeping a close eye on you the whole time.

A couple of hours passed and Ushijima was finding his eyes getting heavy, the effects of a somewhat challenging practice catching up to him.

And that look in your eyes was getting worse and worse, and it made Ushijima’s chest feel funny.

You were resting your cheek on your hand again, sitting deadly still as you stared at your laptop. Ushijima couldn’t see your eyes, but when you quickly swiped the heel of your hand across your cheek and quietly sniffed, he quickly looked away from you as discomfort panged in his chest more. You were crying.

Ushijima knew should do something. He knew you were overworking yourself. He knew the minute he saw you that you were tired, burnt out, unhappy. It was a feeling that he had experienced in his own volleyball career. Which is exactly why he knew you needed to rest.

But you were stubborn, and if he tried to argue with you to stop working you might become even more upset.

Ushijima glanced at your dejected posture one more time and when he saw you swipe your cheek again, he stood up.

He swiped his water bottle out of his gym bag and approached your desk, standing behind your chair. He reached around you and grabbed the water bottle sitting next to your empty tea cup. Before you could turn around and be embarrassed that he had seen you crying, he quickly stepped away and opened the door to leave the room.

Ushijima filled up both his water bottle and yours in the drinking fountain, as he knew drinking water would at least help you try and reset your mind. He couldn’t force you to do anything, but he could try and help you relax.

He came back in the room and you didn’t glance his way, just used your hand to quickly cover your eyes from him. He simply leaned over you to set your water bottle back down on your desk and went back to sit in his own chair.

Ushijima simply started to watch the quiet TV again, until he heard another sniff come where you sat.

“Thanks, Ushi,” you spoke up quietly.

“You’re welcome,” he replied.

You stopped crying after that.

Ushijima felt himself getting more tired as the night went on. It was one in the morning at this point, and he could feel he needed to sleep. But there is no way in hell he would leave you to stay awake alone, so he fought back his heavy eyes and tried to focus on the TV.

That’s when Ushijima realized you hadn’t moved a muscle in about fifteen minutes.

He looked over at you and saw your shoulders moving up and down, your hand still covering your eyes as you propped your head up. Ushijima got suspicious and kept watching you. You weren’t moving a muscle besides your shoulders.

Ushijima then stood up and walked over to where you sat at your desk.

Fast asleep.

Your mouth hung open as you leaned on your hand, breathing deeply as you slept. You held a pencil in your hand, pausing in the middle of something you were writing.

You looked peaceful. It made that tightness in Ushijima’s chest go away.

Ushijima reached for the remote that sat in the pile of your things and flipped the TV off. He carefully lifted the pencil out of your hand, setting it on top of the notebook you were hunched over.

He placed a careful hand onto your shoulder and quietly said your name.

You didn’t even flinch.

He tried again, shaking your shoulder a bit this time. Nothing.

Ushijima wasn’t surprised by how tired you had looked the entire night. And he was glad you had fallen asleep, even if you would be upset about it in the morning. You had done more than enough studying.

Slinking a hand around your back and one under your legs, he lifted you up into his arms as gently as he could so he didn’t wake you. And the moment your head hit his chest, he felt something strange, something he didn’t quite know how to place.

And you looked pretty. Very, very pretty.

But then you moved your head, nuzzling your face into his shirt and Ushijima froze in nervousness because he had been trying not to wake you up. You furrowed your brows and mumbled underneath your breath.

“Ushi…” was all that Ushijima could make out from your mumbles. And then your face fell into peace again. He sighed.

Ushijima placed you gently onto the bed and walked over to the light switch by the door, turning off the lights and making his way back over to the bed. He pulled your way too many blankets back (and also gently placed a rather squishy stuffed animal on your side of the bed) and slid in next to you, making sure he was as close to the opposite edge as possible as to not touch you.

And as Ushijima lay there looking up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, your quiet snores filling the room, and the feeling of you next to him, he realized that he always thought you were pretty.

———

“USHIJIMAAAAAAAA!!!”

Ushijima had never heard his name yelled so loudly in his entire life, and before he could turn around to look, he felt someone jump on his back and wrap their arms around his neck.

“Ushijima!”

It was you, pressing your face against his as you giggled in his ear. “Ushijima, guess what?” You exclaimed with joy practically seeping out of you.

“Hmm,” he hummed with a slight smile, grabbing your legs to support you on his back. “You did well on your test?”

You scoffed, leaning over to try and look at his face better. “How did you know?”

He chuckled, turned around from the water fountain where he was standing, and headed back towards his room. “I had a feeling.”

You giggled at that and hung onto his shoulders tighter as he walked. “I got an 88! Which is technically a B, but our professor said she would curve it and so it will most likely end up being an A!”

“Great job,” he praised. “You worked very hard.”

But his skin was burning where you touched him, where your fingers grazed his chest as you gripped onto his shoulders, where he could feel your cheek rubbing against his hair. Ushijima wasn’t one for touching or affection, but for some reason, he liked when you did it. You were about the only person he wanted to touch him like that. And for some reason, you had seemed to know that subconsciously.

And then you giggled at his words of praise and he arrived at the door to his room, swinging it open.

Tendou was standing above his desk looking quizzically at some new dessert he had probably brought home from one of his cooking labs.

But you squealed when you saw the red-head and jumped down from Ushijima’s back. And he wondered why it had made him feel strange, almost sad that you had left, though the burning of your touch still lingered.

Tendou’s face lit up as he heard you squeal. “Sweet cheeks! You’re just in time,” Tendou lilted.

“Tendou!” You exclaimed, striding over to him. “I got an A on my exam! Well, I mean, I’ll probably end up with the curve—but anyways, I’m just so happy.”

“That’s my girl!” Tendou patted you on the head. Ushijima went over to take a seat at his own desk while you and Tendou had your moment, but he couldn’t help but notice the way your face lit up when you talked to Tendou.

“And,” Tendou continued. “Just for that accomplishment, you get to taste test.”

“Yes!” You cheered, then scanned over the treats that sat on Tendou’s desk. “Oh god, these look so good. What are they?”

“Lemon tart…bars,” Tendou laughed. “Well, it was lemon tart, but I cut it up to bring home for taste tests.”

“Mmmm!” You contented. “Let me try.”

“Wakatoshi, you want one?” Tendou asked while you took your pick.

“No, thank you,” Ushijima answered, opening his laptop to start some homework.

Ushijima could hear the frown in Tendou’s voice. “You know, I’m starting to get real offended you haven’t tried any of my desserts since I brought home that fruit cake.”

“Do you blame me?” Ushijima's lips quirked in a small smile.

“Well, I would hope my best friend and confidant would have some better faith in me—”

“Oh god, Ushijima, you’re definitely, definitely missing out on this,” you interrupted, and Ushijima turned around to see you close your eyes and moan quietly in satisfaction. “Tendou, you’re a god. A literal god. You’re going to be an amazing baker.”

“And that’s why I love having you around,” Tendou ruffled your hair once more with a smile.

Ushijima noticed the kind of relationship you and Tendou had. Since you had met them at the beginning of the year, you seemed to immediately connect with Tendou, both of you having bubbly energy (although Tendou’s was slightly more chaotic). It had made it easy for you and Tendou to talk to each other which then made you fast friends. And now that it was second semester, you two were even closer.

Because you and Tendou had become so close so fast, it was like you assumed Ushijima was your friend too. Whenever you came over to chat with Tendou, you always invited Ushijima into the conversation, always asked him how he was doing. Not out of obligation, no. You were always so genuine, no doubt about it.

Ushijima liked it. And then you two became close friends, too.

Not exactly in the same way as you and Tendou. But you would always somehow find each other in a group setting and chatted while Tendou went off to mingle with everyone, or follow the unspoken agreement that you two would be partners when it came time to play a card game or board game, or give each other a look when Tendou was unabashedly flirting with someone.

And lately, Ushijima seemed to find himself in your room late at night, and twice he had slept in your bed.

“…and everyone said they wanted to watch a horror movie, but I don’t know where we could watch it.” Tendou’s voice broke Ushijima out of his thoughts.

“Hmm,” you hummed in thought, and Ushijima turned to see you sitting on his bed, your legs pulled into your chest, your chin resting on your knees that squished your cheeks together a bit. It made Ushijima’s cheeks feel warm, but he ignored that.

“What are you guys talking about?” Ushijima asked.

Tendou sat down at his desk with a sigh. “Well everyone was saying in the group chat how they want to watch that new horror movie on Netflix, but we don’t really have anywhere to watch—“

“Why not in here?” Ushijima said. He felt your eyes flip over to him, but Ushijima kept looking at Tendou, who started smirking.

“Wakatoshi, do you really want a bunch of people from our floor crammed in here from head to toe?” Tendou asked.

Usually, Ushijima didn’t care for a lot of people in a tight space at once, but you probably wanted to watch the movie with everyone, and if no one else would host it…

“Why not?” Ushijima said after a moment. “We have room.”

Tendou let out a loud, slightly evil-sounding laugh before grabbing his phone and typing away. “Horror movie party in room 707 at 10:00…be there…or…be a fucking square you fucking assholes…boom. Sent.”

You giggled at Tendou, falling sideways onto Ushijima’s bed and Ushijima couldn’t help but smile himself. Tendou sure was something else.

“Well!” Tendou exclaimed, leaning back in his chair and kicking up his feet on his desk. “That takes care of that.”

And a few hours later, their room really was crammed head to toe.

People chatted, finding room on the floor and chairs they had brought from their room, anything so they could get comfortable. Snacks had been provided by many people, and Tendou was currently flipping through Netflix to find the movie.

You sat next to Ushijima on his bed, both of you leaning against the bed frame. You had brought your own blanket as well as a stuffed animal pillow thing, and you wore your pajamas as well.

Ushijima was at the point where he couldn’t ignore your sweet face even if he tried.

“Do you like horror movies, Ushi?” You suddenly looked at him.

Acting like he hadn’t just been staring at you, Ushijima looked away. “They’re not my favorite. But I’ll watch them.”

You just hummed in response, and before Ushijima could ask you the same, Tendou shushed everyone. “It’s starting! Everyone be quiet!”

Ushijima leaned down a bit closer to you. “Do you like horror movies?” He whispered.

Your eyes were fixed on the screen, and he noticed you pulled your stuffed animal pillow closer to your face. “Um, they’re…okay.”

The look in your eyes told Ushijima the actual truth.

The movie started off not too bad, just building up to what obviously was going to be the real horror, and Ushijima kept an eye on you the whole time. You were so tense sitting there, clutching your pillow like a lifeline and Ushijima felt a little bad. If you didn’t like scary movies, you could’ve not watched.

But the first jump scare happened, and you gasped under everyone else’s loud screams and clutched his bicep with an incredible grip. Eyes wide and pressing your cheek into his bicep also, he leaned down.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

You glanced up at him and quickly recoiled away. “Oh yeah! Ha, sorry about that.”

Ushijima could tell you were embarrassed by the way you were now sitting further away from him, and he felt bad because you shouldn’t feel that way.

And Ushijima didn’t mind when you touched him.

So the next time you gasped in fear and leaned closer to him, he leaned closer to you, too. He didn’t look at you, but he felt your eyes flick up towards him a few times.

And you didn’t back away.

At some point during the movie, your hand found its way around Ushijima’s bicep again as well as your cheek pressing against it. He tried not to look down at you too often, but sometimes he couldn’t help himself.

“Do you think they’ll get out?” You said softly at one point during the movie.

“Hmm,” Ushijima thought. “I would hope so. Or it would be a pretty bad movie.”

You giggled. “Yeah. But it’s so hard to tell with these movies.”

As the movie went on, Ushijima was getting sleepy. He looked around and some other people had fallen asleep as well. Tendou was wide awake, clutching a pillow with excitement and glee. He loved horror movies regardless. But the sleeping bodies of everyone else were an indicator that this one was pretty bad.

Ushijima closed his eyes, for just one second he told himself and sighed. He felt you still clutching his arm, face resting against it, and your steady breaths, too. Your presence made him relaxed, the background noise of the movie adding to it and as Ushijima drifted into sleep, he didn’t notice you had already fallen asleep too.

In the morning when Ushijima woke up, he felt your face on his chest and your arm across his stomach. And he began to wonder just when you and he had made it a habit to fall asleep together.

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[nininilawl]

my brother’s best friend

character: wakatoshi ushijima

word count: ~3394

a/n: my first published work so… please be nice! i hope i did our boy ‘toshi justice <3

content warnings: smut, lewd talk, praise kink, creampie, unprotected sex (pls don’t do this), bathroom sex, virgin AFAB reader, alcohol, oral (f! receiving), fingering, implications of attempted sexual assault (blink and you’ll miss it), tummy bulge (again, blink and you’ll miss it), pretty vanilla sex, sex with feelings

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division ushijima/reader (haikyuu!!) word count: 1.1k tags: angst, mentions of alcohol/intoxication, mostly a drabble but she got long, ushi :-( beeg man trying his best :-( a/n: I HAVE BEEN SITTING ON THIS ASK FOR A WHILE IM SO SORRY!!

“Have you been drinking?”

You weren’t expecting to hear anyone else’s voice as you looked out over the dark shapes and dotted lights of the city skyline so late at night, and your head turned towards the sound in surprise.

It was your neighbour, Ushijima Wakatoshi, the professional volleyball player who, following a breakup, had decided to move into the apartment next door since it was near the Tokyo arena his team called home.

His deep voice drifted from his balcony onto yours over the divider that kept the two of them separate and private – but you knew there was no one else he would have been out there speaking to at that time of night, even if you couldn’t see him.

“Yeah, a little,” you replied, laughing in spite of yourself.

‘A little’ might have been an understatement: you’d stumbled through the door to your home a few minutes earlier after a long night out with friends. You’d only been home long enough to kick off your uncomfortable heels and grab one last beer from your fridge to cap off the night when you’d spotted your balcony door ajar on the other side of the apartment – you’d forgotten to close it before heading out for the evening. As you were in the process of securing the sliding door shut, you’d decided to step out and enjoy the view for a moment and finish off your drink before you'd retreat back inside to finally collapse into your bed.

Which is how you found yourself chatting with your neighbour so very late into the night, the muted noises of the midnight city rising to meet you both as you stood in the breeze.

You didn’t have the best view in Tokyo by any means; you weren’t in a penthouse or even a lofty high-rise. But you so rarely took the time to appreciate what view you did have – that had been the thought which had inspired you to step over the threshold into the cool night in the first place.

“How’d you know?” you asked, taking a sip from the bottle between your fingertips, eyes still intently tracing the shadowy cityscape before them.

“I heard a noise through the wall, it sounded like you may have fallen,” Ushijima replied as plainly as ever.

You’d quite literally stumbled through the door, and that was likely what your neighbour had heard.

You snorted, unbothered by the fact you should probably have been embarrassed. “Tripped on the genkan step.”

“Ah,” Ushijima responded in his usual flat, deep tone. “Are you injured?”

“No, I’m fine.”

You were leaning against the railing of your balcony, and the large pair of hands and forearms you could see dangling over the railing in your peripheral told you he was mirroring your stance. The divider blocked your view of everything else.

You heard him sigh, a tiredness seeping into the end of the sound as he breathed it out into the cold night air.

Because he was your neighbour, Ushijima Wakatoshi, who by all accounts should definitely have been asleep at that time of night.

He spoke again, having seemingly come to the same realization as yourself: “It’s late.”

“You’re one to talk,” you replied softly. “Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

Ushijima was a perpetually early riser, and his lights were always out by nine o’clock each night.

“I don’t have practice tomorrow,” he offered up as explanation.

You noted that he didn’t say he had the day off – because he never had a day off. On the rare occasion he doesn’t have physical training, he still went running, or to see his personal trainer for one-on-one coaching. Even if by some miracle he didn’t have any physical obligations – be it due to illness or injury or inclement weather – his role as a professional athlete meant that he still had to carefully monitor every kilocalorie and macronutrient he ate, how much water he drank, and how many hours he slept for; the work was endless.

Ushijima was committed to his sport beyond the degree that most people would ever be committed to anything in their lives.

“You should be heading to bed; you’ve been out late.”

“I’ll get there eventually,” you replied, sparing him the details of how you had been on your way there before you’d ended up outside at that time of night, because he probably already knew.

Because he was your neighbour, Ushijima Wakatoshi, whose gently chastening voice was usually the one that reminded you not to leave the balcony door open before you left the house.

“Make sure you hydrate yourself properly before you go to bed.”

“I am hydrating myself,” you said.

Suddenly his head popped around the divider, olive eyes on a chiselled face that didn’t have any right to be as pretty as it was. His hair was fluffy and a little bit tousled, like he’d only recently dried it after a shower.

His eyes flickered to the drink in your hands.

“Beer does not count.”

“Right,” you said, tipping the bottle towards him as though in cheers. “Same number of carbs as two slices of bread, right?”

You’d heard him say it before.

You took a long swig.

“I’m referring to hydration,” he said, forearms bracing against your balcony railing as his broad shoulders curved around the wall to further angle himself into your space. “You need water – electrolytes ideally. Would you like a bottle of sports drink? I have some ins-“

“Toshi.” Your voice was meek, strained even.

It was too much. Too familiar. Too painful.

Your eyes squeezed shut.

He paused, realizing he’d overstepped.

When you opened your eyes again, he’d retreated back behind the divider, but you could tell he was still there. You approached the wall quietly, resting your forehead against it – cool metal meeting liquor flushed skin.

You couldn’t help but wonder where he was standing on the other side – on his side – only a few inches of metal and plastic drawing the line of what was yours and what was his.

You wondered if he was in the same place you were, pressed against that barrier.

You wondered if he wished that there wasn’t a wall between the two of you, too.

Because he was Ushijima Wakatoshi, who used to call the same side of the balcony you were standing on his.

Because he was your boyfriend long before he was your neighbour, after all.

[nininilawl]

Hii how about an Ushijima x GN Reader where they're married and then got into a fight which stretches into days of the reader ignoring Ushiwaka and he'll get reminded of what happened with his parents and all that, angst to fluff btw. (You could also changed anything you want in the plot, just please make it an angst to fluff, I can't handle angst endings ;-;) that's all thamk you vmuch!

word count: 3,613

pairing: ushijima wakatōshi x gn!reader (as usual, pls let me know if you find something gendered!)

warnings: sad angsty vibes at the beginning, a lot of worry but it's all fluffy at the end!

a/n: bare with me yall, this might not be that great lol i feel like im losing my touch with writing so im sorry if it shows. thanks so much @mistomu for requesting this though! (i also can't handle angsty endings so i hope this was good enough!!!) this idea is v based on my own feelings so i hope it reads nicely! EDIT: the original post says “she seemed...empty” when Ushi talks to Tendō, which is totally my bad. Thank you to the anon who let me know! I’ve corrected it now :)

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This fight was not like other fights you had had with Ushijima. You loved your husband and all of his quirks, and yet, when you showed up at home with a duffle bag packed, asking your mom to just stay over for a few days, you had cried for hours, wondering if Ushijima was slowly falling out of love with you. Was he really just too busy? Or was Ushijima Wakatōshi falling out of love with you?

Tournament season was always really difficult for the two of you - you never got to see him as much, but with how busy your own work was getting, the two of you thought maybe it would be okay this time around. Especially after you two had gotten married and moved in together - maybe things would be okay.

As you leaned back in your seat, staring at the wedding ring on your finger, you wondered if it was ever going to be okay again. Or maybe this was just the new normal. You had told your mom you'd just be going out for some fresh air, and yet you didn't feel like you were in a good state to be driving. So here you were, in some random parking lot, staring out the window like all the energy had been drained from your body as you replayed that night over and over again in your head.

You could remember almost every word that was said in that first argument. It hadn't helped that Ushijima was exhausted from training - all he had wanted to do was come home, and flop onto the bed for some much needed sleep. But that's what he wanted to do every night and you were struggling at work and needed any level of comfort. You just wanted him to hug you, to hold you and tell you things were going to be okay.

But when you had tried to tell him you needed him, Ushijima had held up his hand tiredly, barely even looking at you as he commented, "Not tonight, Y/N, I'm tired."

His legs had dragged themselves into your shared room, a dismissive air left behind him. Your brow furrowed as it sank in - why did everyone dismiss you so easily? You told your boss you had needed more time to get the project done, and even though he told you you could take your time, he ended up throwing you under the bus to upper management. Your coworkers all seemed to be taking their sweet time on their own portions, no one was helping, and you wanted to pull your hair out in clumps.

You felt like time was slipping past you too quickly, like your whole days were consumed by work, and yet all you wanted was to be comforted by your partner. A hug that told you that you were doing just enough.

But instead what you got was a husband who clearly wanted sleep. And maybe you should've given it to him. But why did his needs always seem to trump yours? He needed a certain diet so you went out to buy all of his new ingredients, helped make new dishes for him to try. He needed to get up in the mornings and always seemed to do so so loudly, so you had to give up on precious moments of sleep. He had a game this year on your anniversary, so you planned a different date and he just came along for the ride. Now he was too tired, and you just had to sit here and pretend like everything was fine.

Maybe I should have just sat there, maybe I should have pretended things were fine, you thought to yourself as you slunk further into your seat. Maybe we could've talked about it the morning after, maybe I could've just crawled into bed with him and cuddled him then. Maybe then we wouldn't be arguing.

Your phone rang for the 5th time since you had sat yourself here in this parking lot. You knew it was Ushijima, calling again to make sure you were okay, to ask where you were, to nag about your whereabouts. But no, you decided in your petty attitude, this time he could wait for you.

Ushijima and you had been far from the world's most perfect couple. You had known the two of you had vast differences in the ways you loved and the ways you communicated. And yet, there was something so attractive about the way he existed when you first met him. He was honest, determined, and knew exactly what he wanted from life. Sure, he wasn't the most informed when it came to how to talk to parnters or how to communicate his thoughts regarding relationships, but the two of you used to laugh about it, you used to treat every little disagreement as something that you could both work on. So when did it start becoming things that only you were working on? He used to at least spend some time with you - or try to - when things got busy... but this season felt different.

You were not a perfect partner, and you knew that. You kept things buried inside of you, you let things boil up, you didn't communicate, as Ushijima loved to point out to you, but was it so bad to want him to understand that sometimes you wanted him to initiate things? He knew you liked to be hugged some days when it was hard at work, so why had he never come to you and hugged you without you asking? Why hadn't he ever thought about doing anything other than coming home and sleeping?

Your mom's words rang through your mind yet again as you stared off into the clouds - could you be losing the man you once considered your soulmate?

Ushijima's heart fell once more as he heard the beginning of your voicemail once again. Every time he would wait for that little beep letting him know he could leave a voicemail if he wanted, and every time he would hang up right before he had to say anything. Because what was he supposed to say?

He stared at the empty couch in front of him as he stood in the living room, as if you would magically pop out of the cushions to let him know this was all just a trick. A prank. A joke.

That's what this had to be right? It was just a joke right?

Ushijima gripped his phone a bit tighter as he scolded himself internally for thinking that. Sure, maybe after the first night, it could've been a prank. But this was the 3rd night in a row that you had been gone when he came home. He had glanced at your closet, noting that some clothes had disappeared, some of your shoes too.

A pain tugged at his heart as he remembered the yelling match the two of you had gotten yourselves into - he strained his memory, trying to remember just what the climax of it had been. He hadn't hugged you... hadn't consoled you, even when you were crying while the two of you were arguing, this time he hadn't reached out to you to hold your hand, wipe away your tears.

This time he had been so tired from training, he just stood there, staring at you with that blank face he always reverted to. You told him he was always too busy to think of you, and he had told you he was trying to be the best. Because the best is what makes him worthy, the best is what keeps money coming in. He was doing this for himself, sure, but he was doing it for you too - he wanted you to be happy in your future. And yet, you seemed so unhappy with him now.

Ushijima took his phone back out, fingers typing out another text to send your way:

Please Y/N, please just let me know you're okay. We can talk this out. Please come home.

Ushijima stared at the text as it joined the many others he had sent you. Three days and he hadn't heard so much of a peep from you. He had Tendō check in on you sometime yesterday, just to make sure you were alive and not murdered somewhere. You had told Tendō you were alive, but refused to say anything more than that.

"Must be some big argument, huh?" Tendō had hummed when he called Ushijima to update him. "They seemed... empty." And that had made Ushijima feel even worse.

He waited a few minutes, watching eagerly as if waiting for you to respond but no response ever came. Why wouldn't you just talk to him? Why did you always have to hide everything inside? How was he supposed to make things better if you didn't say anything? How was he supposed to know you were upset with just your tone of voice?

The volleyball player winced a bit as he thought back to how hurt you had sounded when you first begged him to just hold you. Why hadn't he just reached out and hugged you? Had he been so exhausted he couldn't just hear about your day?

As if on cue, Ushijima felt another pang in his chest as he thought back to how similar the argument you two had sounded to the ones his parents used to have. Yelling and crying, both of them always sounding angry and hurt.

He had sworn off relationships at first, reminding himself that volleyball was all that really mattered. He wanted to be the best, wanted to reach the pinnacle of volleyball and he didn't need a relationship to get there. He didn't want to get hurt - he had watched his parents both cry quietly in different rooms, watched as one parent would always ignore the other and disappear, until one day his dad was packing his bags and leaving.

Is that what you had done? Ushijima's eyes whirled around the apartment, looking for any sign that you would be coming back. Your clothes weren't all gone so you had to come back right? Your favourite foods were still in the pantry, the accessories you had received from friends were still on the bedside table so... you had to come back right?

Volleyball had been all that mattered to him... until he met you. Ushijima met you and suddenly it didn't matter if he could get hurt - he wanted to be with you. Every moment of free time he had, he wanted to be with you. When did that stop? Ushijima stretched his mind, trying to think of why he hadn't hugged you, why didn't he just console you, comfort you, after what was obviously a long day for you too? He had promised before that he would get better at reading your body languages, keep you in mind even during his busy days... hell he even promised you that he would actually start planning dates together... and yet the last time the two of you had actually done something together was maybe 4 months ago.

Ushijima bit his inner cheek, staring at his phone again - letting you go wasn't an option. If you were going to leave, he wouldn't let you go without showing you he wanted you there. If you wanted to leave, he would make damn sure it wasn't because you thought he didn't want you anymore.

Your phone rang again, but this time, when the vibrations stopped, you received a notification that a voicemail had been left. After all this time, you had wondered why he never just said something after the call. You finally picked up your phone, listening to the voice message he left you:

"Y/N?... I'm not... not good at these things. But I know that's the problem isn't it? I've promised you so many times before that I'd get better at this stuff... and instead of hearing how hurt you were, all I could think about was how tired I was. I'm sorry, Y/N... I'm sorry for all of it. But please, please don't just get up and leave. None of this matters if you aren't around for me to share it with - volleyball, the tournaments, the sponsors, none of it would be here without you always supporting me so please, please just pick up. Or just come home. You don't have to stay if you don't want to... but please come back just to talk... I don't... I don't want what happened to my parents to happen to us. I won't let our differences separate us because everything that you are is everything I love. I fucked up - I can't promise I'll be perfect but if you're willing to just give me one more shot, and I know you've given me countless times to fix my shit, but if you give me one more chance, I promise I'll work harder. I'll do better."

You could hear the hurt in his voice and it took all your willpower not to crumble and hang up right there, call him back and cry. You hated hearing that sound in his voice - knowing he was probably tearing up, knowing he was probably sulking around the apartment. But... why should you run to him when he still hasn't solved anything? What was he saying now that was any different than what he usually said?

"I called my trainer... he agrees that I should be able to have a few rest days. So for the foreseeable future, I'll be taking Thursdays off, or at least I'll be coming home earlier every day if I need to be there for Thursdays. I know one day isn't a lot, and I know it's not much until I can actually act on it, but if you're okay with it, I'd like to spend some of those days off with you... I want to be someone you want to be with for the rest of your life, Y/N... I know I haven't been that in a long time. But if you let me, I want to make up for everything I've messed up on... There's food here waiting for you... I ordered your favourite. I don't even know if you've eaten yet or if you want to see me... but it's here for you if you want it. I'm sorry... and I love you, Y/N, I know I don't always act like it, but I do."

You didn't realize until the message ended that you were crying. Tears were streaming down your face as you tried to weigh the options laid out in front of you. Maybe it was just you being hopeful, but you could've sworn that the man you had fallen in love with, there was just a glimmer of him in that message.

You listened to it over and over again, letting yourself cry and sob into tissues you had stashed away in your car. Why couldn't he have said all of this before? Why couldn't you have just let him sleep? Why did everything have to blow up so fast?

Maybe it was time to try and fix things, you decided after you turned off your phone. You swallowed hard as you turned your car on, desperately wanting for all these awful feelings to go away. If Ushijima was genuine in person, maybe... just maybe the two of you could work things through.

Ushijima had jumped at the sound of someone opening the front door, eyes glistening with tears he had refused to let fall as you came in. The two of you shared a glance, your face showing the awkwardness you felt as you entered the once tense environment.

"Hi," was all you said, your eyes flickering over your favourite food spread out over the dining table.

"Go ahead," Ushijima nodded quickly, rushing to your side to get you a plate and put your favourites on it. He picked the biggest pieces of each dish, setting the plate down at your usual spot and gesturing to you to feel free to dig in.

But you just stared at him, the hurt in your eyes not disappearing even though Ushijima wished it would. You shifted on your feet, wishing you could pretend like nothing had happened, that there wasn't this uncomfortable feeling sitting in your stomach, that Ushijima was just doing a nice thing for you because he was a good husband and not because he was trying to apologize.

"Ushi-" you started uncomfortably, playing with your fingers in front of you.

"No, me first," he interrupted quickly, swallowing hard. Your eyes gazed over him, noting that the normally put together volleyball player suddenly seemed so small, his hair unkept like he had been running his hands through it over and over again, still wearing the shirt he had probably woken up in. "I sorely messed up, Y/N... I'm sorry for getting upset with you when you were just asking for comfort. You've told me countless times before that you appreciate talking when I come home, a hug... some time alone... and I always seem to forget that. But I promise if you come back home, I'll be better. I was thinking we could get tickets to that movie you wanted to see, or... maybe take a trip somewhere," he continued desperately. Ushijima's hand shot out and grabbed yours gently, clasping his own hands around yours. "I'm sorry, Y/N... I'm so sorry. But please... I don't want to go about my life without you around. I don't want to be one of those kids of divorce that are never happy with their own marriages so I promise... I promise I'll work on it."

You hesitated, watching the desperation in his eyes. Funny how Ushijima always seemed to talk more when you were upset, you thought to yourself, chewing on your inner cheek. "Let me eat something and then you can continue apologizing," you teased gently, attempting to lift some of the tension.

Ushijima's eyes lightened slightly as he nodded quickly and pulled out your chair for you. You smiled to yourself, wondering if maybe there was hope for you two after all.

"I'm serious about Thursdays," he told you as you started to eat. The moment the food had touched your lips, you realized just how hungry you were, stuffing your face quickly with the dishes. "We could have a standing date... watch movies or maybe go out to dinner. Try to cook something together maybe?"

You let out a choked laugh, shaking your head, "Ushi, last time we tried to cook together, we almost set the apartment on fire."

"I'll just hand you the stuff you need, I won't touch, promise," Ushijima insisted, but you could see the little smile at the corner of his lips.

You sighed after you after a few bites, looking up at him as if calculating just how ready you were to fix things, "I need to know that we're both giving and compromising equally... I feel like I'm always doing what you need me to do..."

Ushijima nodded, mulling over this for a moment, "You have done a lot for me, and I'm very grateful for it. But you're right, I need to do more."

You gave a small smile, playing with your food for a moment, "I'm sorry I didn't just tell you what was wrong... I know I blew up. In my head, I had been thinking about everything for so long, but I know that to you, it wouldn't make sense why I got angry so fast. I know a hug really isn't that big of a deal but-"

Ushijima shook his head, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to your fingers, "If it matters to you, it's a big deal. You deserve to be comforted, to find solace in our relationship...If you'll give me a warning when you're upset, I'll do my best to hug your emotions away." You nodded and Ushijima seemed to hesitate for a moment, "Can I hug you now?" He asked quietly and you let out a little laugh because Ushijima rarely asked if he could hug you, normally you would just find yourself wrapped in a bear hug.

You nodded and Ushijima wasted no time, pulling you away from your seat and tugging you into a tight hug - it had been a long 3 days after all. He pulled away for a moment, cupping your face in his hands as he just looked at you, silently promising to himself that he would do everything in his power to never be without you again.

Maybe some couples just weren't meant to be together, maybe it had been for the best that his parents had split up. But you and him? You two were a couple destined to be together, it was fate, and there was no way he would be letting any of his dumb mistakes every mess that up again.

You silently thanked any and all of the gods that had led you to this man - arguments or not, you did love him and it was nice to be reminded that he loved you too. And Ushijima worked on it - continuing to remind you over and over again as the evening passed, even as the week ahead went by. So sure, you guys weren't a perfect couple - but sometimes, when Ushijima just held you, pressed that kiss to your lips, made your heart skip beats... sometimes it felt like you guys were as close to perfection as mere mortals could get.

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[nininilawl]

can you please do a scenario where the boys have been distant and closed off which makes their s/o sad :(( they've tried talking to them but they dismisses the reader. and one day when the boys were coming home from practice, they accidentally hear their s/o talking to their friends and their friends convincing them to break up with the boys because of how distant they've been acting. could you please do this with sakusa, ushijima and bokuto? lots of angst and to fluff please! thank you so much ily <3

hearing their s/o talk about breaking up with them

w/ ushijima and sakusa!

(a/n: ahhh i love this prompt sm :’) i’m not sure if you’re the same anon who sent this a couple months ago but i did get the same request a while back and planned to write for it ! i tweaked it just a bit; i hope you don’t mind! i’ll put bo in another part, dw :))

anyways, thank you for requesting :) these scenarios are written in the timeskip. ily all!

p.s. if any of y’all read my recent sakusa drabble (the one with mini sakusa) this is what i imagine the little bedtime story to be like :’))

ushijima

he hadn’t meant to get so defensive

and in retrospect, it’s clear that you were completely right

after coming home hours after he promised to, you were upset

“i barely even see you anymore! it’s like you don’t even wanna be with me.”

and he was tired, and irritated, and didn’t want to deal with you

so he snapped at you

“yeah? maybe i don’t.”

he didn’t miss the way your eyes filled up with tears as he walked out, going for a walk to clear his head

he knew he was being unreasonable and you didn’t deserve to be treated so terribly

and frankly, he missed you too

he missed your warmth and affection greatly, and he wanted to be with you more than anything

so he went back to your shared place to apologize

but what he heard made his blood turn to ice

ushijima opens the front door softly, the sound quiet in case you might be asleep.

he pads over to the bedroom softly, peeking in. he sighs in relief. you’re still here.

he’s about to say something when you sniffle, attempting to stifle a sob. his heart breaks.

“i don’t know what to do, fumi,” you mumble helplessly, words shaky. it’s then that he sees your phone on the bed next to you, the speaker on. quickly, he hides against the wall.

your friend, fumiko, sighs from the other end. “oh, babe.”

“it’s just... i feel like i’m putting so much energy and time and love into this relationship and he doesn’t even care,” you sniffle, burying your face in your hands. “i love him so much, you know? but i don’t even know how he feels anymore.”

don’t... know how i feel? he thinks, confused.

yet another sigh comes from her end, and there’s a pause. wakatoshi moves a little closer to hear better.

“y/n, i know you probably don’t wanna hear this, and whatever you decide to do is your choice, which i will wholeheartedly support. but,” she takes a second, “don’t you think... if he’s not putting any effort into this relationship, is it even something he wants?”

you break into another sob at that, hands helplessly wiping at your cheeks.

ushijima frowns. of course your relationship is something that he wants. how could you ever even think differently?

“i know, i know,” you mutter shakily. “i just— i love him,” you whisper dejectedly.

i love you too, he wants so badly to say, but he stays quiet against the wall.

“i know you do. but if he doesn’t even care enough to just show up, i don’t think you should either,” fumi says gently. “i don’t know much about your relationship, but i care about you and i want you to do the best thing for yourself. and if that means removing yourself from situations like this, it might be best to move on.”

move on?

wakatoshi feels like he can’t breathe, throat tight with panic.

he doesn’t want you to move on. he wants to wake up every morning to see your sleepy smile. he wants to cuddle with you when the winter comes and it’s too cold to go out. he wants to spend the rest of his life by your side.

his hands are uncharacteristically shaky, and he balls them up into fists and waits for your answer nervously.

you sigh, defeated. “i know. you... you’re right,” you mumble, and wakatoshi’s chest aches painfully at your reply. “i just need time to think about it.”

“i get it. and i’ll support you in whatever decision you make, okay?” she says on the line. “just— just try not to get hurt, alright?”

a watery laugh escapes your throat and you sigh. “yeah. okay. thanks, fumi. i’ll call you later.”

you’ve hung up, but wakatoshi feels like he’s stuck to the floor, feet glued to the hardwood.

and then suddenly you’re in front of him, eyes widening at his presence, and he can’t find his voice. all he can do is take in the hurt in your red-rimmed eyes; watch as you swipe at them awkwardly in an attempt to make them look like you haven’t been crying for the past hour.

“toshi?” you whisper, and he’s swallowing nervously.

“you,” he mumbles lowly, “you don’t want to be with me anymore?” you look away sadly, stepping back a little.

“i, um. i don’t really know...” you trail off, uncomfortable.

the entire exchange is awkward, and wakatoshi realizes that it’s entirely his fault for that. if he had just been better to you, none of this would have ever happened...

“what do you mean you don’t know?” he asks, brows furrowed. you sigh, frustrated, and look away.

“it’s not like i want to break things off, i just— i don’t really see a point to continuing if you’re just going to keep pushing me away like this,” you explain, and he swallows nervously. “i just need time to think about—”

but then he’s reaching for you, hand wrapped around your wrist, and you pause.

“i’m sorry. i never meant to hurt you,” he mutters guiltily. “and i know i did, but i don’t want to be without you. i love you.”

the confession makes your heart stop. you’d forgotten how it’d felt to hear those words. you turn away, eyes filling up all over again.

“i can’t keep doing this if you’re just going to keep tossing me to the side like this,” you murmur shakily, and he shakes his head, desperate.

“i-i’ll do better, okay? i’ll be better for us, just— just let me prove it,” he pleads, and you’re surprised to see that his own eyes have gone glossy. you don’t think you’ve ever seen him look so desperate in your life. “please.”

fumiko may have been right, but with the way he’s trying to fix your relationship, you think that it might be worth fighting for.

you sigh. “alright. but you can’t walk out on me like that again, okay? it really hurt my feelings,” you mumble, pushing your head into his chest, and he sighs, relieved.

“okay. i’m sorry,” he mumbles, cradling you softly. you offer him a gentle smile and a nod to let him know you accept his apology, and he kisses your forehead.

you know there’s still much to discuss, and many difficult conversations to have. but for the first time, it feels like things will be okay.

sakusa

sakusa wasn’t planning on having an argument with you, but it ended up happening anyway

you were fed up with the way he’d been treating you and it all just came out

you pleaded for him to just listen to you, but all you got was stubbornness and harsh words

after a while, he simply refused to talk to you, too angry and exhausted

“what, you’re just gonna go to bed now? is this conversation not important to you?”

he’d scoffed, not even bothering to look back at you

“maybe it’s not. maybe i’m fucking tired of always having to hear you talk.”

it’s not like he actually meant it, but he was tired, and so he snapped at you

so you locked yourself in the bathroom and cried while he drifted off to sleep

kiyoomi groans, rubbing at his eyes tiredly. he checks the clock on his bedside table. 1:28 am.

he looks over to see light peeking out from under the bathroom door. shit, he thinks. you’re still up?

he sighs guiltily, face falling into his hands. he really hadn’t meant to snap at you like that. in fact, having a conversation with you about your relationship really was a good idea anyway.

kiyoomi knows he’s been treating you terribly. he’s been coming home ridiculously late and forgetting to answer your texts. and frankly, he’s just been a terrible boyfriend.

but today was exhausting, and he’d just been so tired, and everything just got to him. so he said things he didn’t mean and shut you out.

he sighs again, looking towards that light from the bathroom. he doesn’t want to go back to sleep feeling like this, so he gets up and tiptoes toward the door. he’s about to knock on it gently when he hears you let out a sob.

he can feel his heart breaking at the sound, and the guilt from earlier increases tenfold.

“i just wish things could go back to the way they were,” you cry, sniffling loudly, and he presses his ear to the door.

“i know, i know,” a voice soothes quietly, and kiyoomi vaguely recognizes it. it’s your friend, emi.

“and i don’t know what i did wrong to make it this way,” you sob sadly, and he swallows regretfully. he wants so badly to tell you that it’s not your fault, that he knows he’s been neglecting you, that he wants to be better for you. but he longs to hear more, so he stays put.

“hey. this isn’t your fault, okay? you can’t put all of this on you,” emi says, and you sniffle.

“i know, but,” you mumble. “if i was a better partner, maybe he’d still want me.” kiyoomi gasps softly at that, confused. it takes everything in him not to open the door and wrap you up in his arms, to reassure you that he wants you more than anything in the world.

“i get it, y/n, and i know you’re hurting. but nothing you could’ve done would make him treat you better. you always strived to be the best partner for him. i know you did,” she reassures you. “but he hasn’t been putting in the same effort, and i think you deserve better.”

he grits his teeth in frustration. he knows she’s right. he wishes she wasn’t.

“maybe you’re right. i-i don’t know,” you mutter softly, and there’s a pause. “i think it might be time to move on.”

kiyoomi’s blood turns cold at that and he blinks erratically, trying desperately to dispel the thought of losing you.

“i don’t think he’s willing to try anymore. i’m just...” you sniffle quietly. “i wish it didn’t have to end this way.”

he steps back, hands shaking, and quickly threads them into his hair as he attempt to find a way to make everything okay. he paces frantically, head spinning, and everything comes to a stop when he hears the door open.

“kiyoomi?” you whisper tearfully, turning the light on. “i—i thought you went to sleep...”

he swallows, suddenly not knowing how to act. he fumbles with his hands, shoving them into the pockets of his sweatpants. “i, uh. i did. i just woke up.”

“oh.”

there’s an awkward, tense silence. kiyoomi understands what you meant when you said you wished everything could go back to the way it was.

“i want—”

“i’m just gonna head to bed for the night,” you mumble, refusing to look at him, and walk into the bedroom. he starts to panic, grabbing your wrist before you can go.

“wait! let’s just,” he says frantically. “could we talk for a minute?”

you turn around, bitter. “now you wanna talk? i thought i wasn’t important enough for that.”

he winces, trying to find the words to respond and coming up blank. you scoff, turning and walking away.

“i love you!” he blurts, and you freeze. your eyes widen, filling up with tears and overflowing.

you miss him terribly.

“i’m sorry. fuck, i’m so sorry. i never meant to make you feel like you weren’t important to me. and i didn’t mean to push you away, but i did, and i hate myself for doing that to you,” he says, praying that you won’t go. “i love you. more than anything in the world. and i should’ve shown you that.”

it’s quiet for a while. and then he can hear you sniffling, and he yearns to comfort you, but he knows he can’t.

you turn around, and he holds his breath.

“i never asked for much. i just wanted you,” you whisper, and he looks down shamefully.

“i know,” he mutters. “i’m so sorry, baby.”

you nod, and he takes a few cautious steps until he’s standing right in front of you. you look up, and he swallows nervously.

“just— just give me a chance to show you that i can be better. i know it’s selfish, and i know i don’t deserve it, but i want to try. please.”

the past few weeks have been rough. but now that he’s looking into your eyes for the first time in what feels like forever, you feel like things might just be okay soon.

you know there’s a lot to say and more hurt to come, but now you know that he’s willing to go through it with you. and you don’t feel so alone anymore.

you take his hand and gently place it on your chest, resting your head on his.

“okay.”

for the first time in a long time, you sleep snuggled into his chest, his arms safely wrapped around you.

the feeling is familiar, and you can finally remember just what it is.

yeah, you smile softly.

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