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#i've been wanting to have my bigger pieces to look rougher & i think this is the closest i got to the idea so far! i'm very happy with it!
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waka-chan-out · 3 years
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Hey, it's Fay!
Happy 700 bestie!!!! You know what time it is? Time for your milestone Ushijima fic! (I did take some inspiration from your pet name tag)
You and Ushijima are coworkers. You're not that close. You've got a pretty professional relationship, but he laughs whenever you make a joke and sometimes he'll bring you a drink when he knows you've been working hard.
And yeah, it's no secret, he's extremely handsome. He's solid and well-built under the work shirts that hug tight over his broad chest and shoulders. At the end of the workday, you might catch him with his sleeves rolled up, tie loose, biting his lip in concentration as he looks over some papers. You have a little workplace crush on him, but that's all it is, its never going to come to anything.
You're staying late one day looking over your work for the hundredth time.
"Oh." A deep voice says from the door to your office. "I thought I was the last one here." You look up to see Ushijima, brow furrowed.
You look at the clock on the wall. "Oh, god, it's later than I thought. I'd better get going."
He nods. "I was just leaving. I'll walk with you."
You gather your things and shoot him a smile as you walk past him to the elevators.
"So." He starts. You stop and turn to look at him. "Do you... have dinner plans?"
"Not really, why?"
He runs a hand through his hair in a reflexive gesture. "Well I just- I just thought maybe you and I could grab something to eat."
The two of you step into the elevator and the doors shut on the office. You don't want to make any assumptions. Coworkers got dinner all the time, it didn't have to mean anything. "What did you have in mind?"
He's silent. "I didn't really think it through this far."
That startles a laugh out of you. "Well there's a great pizza place near-"
The elevator jerks and you lose your balance, you fall into Ushijima and the two of you fall to the ground, you on top of him. It doesn't feel very awkward, or even strange. It's a weird thing to thing but you kind of fit like this, in this position. If he notices that you're using him as a mattress he doesn't say anything, he's too busy staring up at the lights, which have gone red. "The elevator stopped."
His eyes flicked back to you and you became increasingly aware that you were lying on top of him. You scrambled to roll off of him so that you were on your back next to him. "Sorry, Ushijima-"
He wraps a large hand around your wrist "Call me Wakatoshi. Please."
"Okay." You turn to smile at him. "Wakatoshi." You pull your phone out of your pocket and hold it above your head. "I've got reception."
The call with emergency services is short and unremarkable, and you come out of it with the news that you're going to have to wait at least an hour.
Ushijima, standing against the back wall,, lets out a dark chuckle, then a switch flips and he's laughing. He laughs with his whole body, his shoulders shake, he throws his head back, revealing the long line of his neck. He's infectious, suddenly the two of you are laughing and you have no idea why.
He's still laughing, he holds out a hand as if to steady himself, and it ends up on your shoulder, you feel the warmth of his touch, the gentleness of his hand. "I'm sorry, its just. I finally get up the courage to ask you to dinner, and you almost say yes. And then the elevator just breaks!"
That sets you off again, you're just thinking about how ridiculous this all is. You're both leaning on each other because you're both laughing too hard to hold yourselves up.
As the laughter winds down, something strikes
"Why did you have to get up the courage to ask me to dinner?" You say, slowly piecing out the answer in your head. Hope rises brightly in your chest.
He looks at you, neither of you have moved away. "I like you. A lot. I think you're amazing, and I know that you probably don't feel the same way, but-"
You grab him by the tie and pull him closer to you, halfway through the motion, he surges forward and your lips meet. He's so gentle. His hands find either side of your face. You tilt your head, press your lips together a little harder and he takes the direction, kissing you a little rougher. You nip at his lower lip and the sound he makes, a low growl, runs down your whole body, you feel it in your fingers, you feel it in your toes, you feel it pooling warmly in your stomach.
The two of you come up for air. Wakatoshi "I'm sorry."
You lean your foreheads together "why the hell would you be sorry for that?"
"This wasn't how I planned it, I was gonna take you to dinner, tell you all about how I felt.
You shrug. "I don't need it. I like you. I really do. Have for a while actually."
"Really?"
You smile. "I can't count how many times I've thought about you, about this. Every time you'd bring me something to drink, or smile when I said something stupid."
"What did you think about?"
"Well, mainly this," you lean up to place a slow, deep kiss on his lips. "And other things."
"What kind of other things?"
"Lots of things." Your hands reach down to unbuckle his belt. "You, earing me out under my desk..." you palm him through his boxers and he gasps. "Ripping those goddamn work shirts off you..."
You feel him hardening under your palm. He clears his throat. "I have. Um. There's a condom in my wallet." He rustles around in his pocket and retrieves it.
You lean your head back and raise an eyebrow as you take the foil square from his fingers. "Hoping for the best this morning?"
He shrugs. "I'm an optimist."
You step back and away from him, he moves to follow but you shake your head and push him backwards. He frowns, confused, but moves where you put him. You lean back against the side wall of the elevator. "Strip."
His eyes go dark with lust, and he wastes no time in ridding himself of his shirt and slacks. He stands there in his boxers.
"All the way."
He pulls them off and his cock springs free, hard and so much bigger than you'd expected.
"Jesus christ." You say before you can stop yourself, and he smiles.
"I know. You don't have to-" he moans into your mouth as you roll the condom on and stroke him slowly.
"Get on your back," you command. "I'm going to ride you, is that alright?"
"Yes!" He clears his throat. "Yes."
Your hand closes tighter around his cock and he whimpers. "Yes...?"
"Yes ma'am."
You could get off on those two words alone. He sits on his discarded clothes and looks up at you, he reaches under your pencil skirt to feel the fabric between your legs. "Oh." He says "you're wet."
He moves the fabric aside to slide a rough but tender finger across your folds.
You gently move his hand away and pull your panties off under your skirt to afford him better access. His hands find your hips, and he rolls up the skirt, leaving your legs bare. "Come here, baby," and he pulls you down toward him.
Together, you line each other up, and when you sink down onto him, you feel like he was made for you. You feel so full. You move apart and then sink together again. "Oh god. Ushi- fuck. You feel so good -toshi, oh!"
You roll your hips and he tosses his head back with a cry. You pick up the pace, and the sound get louder and more intense.
"Toshi," you moan. "I'm close."
His hand comes between you to circle your clit. Your feel yourself clenching around him with a shout, and him bucking up into you, coming, only moments later.
You collapse on to him, letting yourself appreciate how good it feels this time.
"So. That's a yes to dinner?"
You laugh and feel his heartbeat against your chest. "That’s a yes to dinner."
(I hope you enjoyed this! Congrats again!!! You deserve all this and more! (P.s. seeing my name on the masterlist made my heart so happy. I saw it and I thought I was hallucinating. I'm really happy to have made such an impact on you))
FAAAYYYYYYY!!!!!!
i think you can read my mind because i’m such a whore for the coworkers to lovers trope i think i’m going to go insane. and i had to physically set my phone down at that “yes ma’am.” i swear to god you are going to be the death of me.
thank you so much and of course you’re on the list! people (((mostly me!!!!))) have really liked everything you’ve sent in so far and i know i definitely don’t want to lose these so onto the masterlist they go :) god damn. idk what i did to deserve such high quality content in my inbox but i am GRATEFUL.
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