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rip to all our potential s/o who just wouldn’t be enough. not when they’re not ushiwaka using his big, veiny hands to grip every patch of skin he could see in the dimly lit room he rented as your tongues intertwine, a trail of your spit connecting the both of you as you part with hazy eyes from the sheer heat and intensity of the prologue.

ushijima x reader - “to build a home” 

genre: fluff

word count: 520

warnings: none

you looked good, ushijima thought to himself as you approached him in your apron with the most excited and loving glow around you, ready to welcome him back into your arms as you do every single day.

"welcome back 'toshi! i was just making your favorite but you came back earlier than i expected," he chuckled deeply, pressing a kiss onto your head as he showed you a small smile only reserved for you.

"you should take a shower first. it'll help you loosen up your muscles. the water's all warmed up already."

before he could show his appreciation, you were already scurrying away from him as you went back to cooking. you were too perfect, he thought with another chuckle. ushijima moved to follow your suggestion, patting your dog in the head as a greeting that sent his tail wagging madly. you had insisted that getting said dog was a must since he was away quite often. ushijima blinks away the fondness in his eyes as he remembers the memory of that day.

you were too perfect, he thought as he came back from the shower only to see you babying your dog. the sight of you being so nurturing sent him into overdrive and he felt little sparks against his fingertips as he reached out to touch you.

"oh! you're done! let's eat before the food gets cold."

a small part of him felt guilty. you have always gone beyond what he expected you to do even before you two had gotten married. you always gave him the best of you and he tries to return it, he really does but in his opinion, he falls short far too much. as you talked animatedly about your day, he wondered if it was alright for him to feel like this. to feel safe, to feel happy, to feel at home when he was rarely ever home. how many nights were you left sleeping alone?

the feeling returned. an inkling of a ravenous desire. a need. a lifeline with you. his heart raced impossibly fast but he remained calm. it was the same feeling he got when he is seconds away from a spike. his adrenaline pumping, eyes dilated, nervous, excited but steady like the waters before a storm. he is right where he needs to be. one look at your jubilant form, the you who was talking animatedly about you and your dog's shenanigans, and he was stilled. he was ready to go for it. he was ready for this.

"y/n," you blinked, only realizing how this was the first time he spoke to you that night. he was more of a listener so he usually didn't talk until need be but that's okay. his presence speaks loud enough for him.

"yes?"

ushijima stared at you, eyes seemingly blank until you look deeper and you see sparks of a raging flame, "let's have a baby."

sure, you wanted to say after you processed his passive delivery of otherwise weighty words. sure, you wanted to say but only after you dislodge the steak that accidentally went into your windpipe.

i have had nothing but toshi brain rot for the past few days,,, he unlocks a new level of sub in me i didn't even know i had,,, he's so big and sturdy and strong but knows how to be gentle with his babygirl🥺,,,,all i can think of is him and the perfect mix of size kink (mainly bc of size difference)+ corruption kink + degrading praise + babying with a sprinkle of dumbification 🥵🥵

i love ushijima smmmm he truly would take such good care of his baby, this is with f! reader.

he always knew what you needed, sometimes long before you even did yourself. his hands nudged your legs apart, rough callouses spreading goosebumps.

he listened well to your soft whimpers, sitting back on his haunches, letting you relax before he continued.

your tremors from how well he ate you out, stretching your cute little cunt out were fading. the wetness he brought you stayed however, ushijima liked using your cum as lubrication for when he fucked you.

“good?” he asked, voice deep but lower and just a tad softer.

he usually looked so intimidating, so mean. but with you, his edges rounded, spurred on by the need to protect the little thing that was you currently splayed down on his bed, legs shaking with every pass of his rough, broad hands over them. he’d steal the moon from the sky if it meant keeping you happy, your glazed eyes, prickling with tears, puffy lips from his teeth passing over them forming his name in a soft plea meant just about everything to him.

your response came with a nod, you couldnt gather yourself enough to answer him properly. with how he towered over you, the mass of him so much bigger, made you slip into a space where all you could do was lay there and take it, knowing that your big strong boyfriend, ushijima, was more than happy to care for you.

with slow movements, he nudged you open once more. grunting at the way your previous orgasms made you glisten, strings of it connecting your thighs together, drenching that cunt that had him absolutely whipped for you.

“fuck babygirl.” he hissed, eyes closing, pausing to inhale you. he had been inbetween your legs for quite a while earlier, but he liked indulging himself in everything that was you.

you burned hot and cold at the same time, cold chills running up and down your spine but the heat of him ogling at your ruined cunt simmering in the pit of your stomach.

he lifted himself up, the image of him unfurling from his hunched form was truly a sight. his body, toned, thick, and so so muscular shifting to guide the tip of himself right up against your already clenching pussy. when he extended himself to his full height, you could really appreciate the different.

just how he liked it, the head of his cock now glistened with your cum. helping him push in, hissing at the warmth and tightness.

it was a sight, looking down at your cunt stretch to fit him, seeing your pussy accommodate the thickness made his toes curl, teeth clenching at the feeling.

you always whined as he pressed himself in, but as soon as his head was popped in, it made the rest sink in easier.

“almost there.” he grunted, reassuring you.

when he was pressed flush against your cunt, clit throbbing as his pelvis basically crushed it, you could exhale.

“good girl.”

you craved for more of that sweet praise, clamping down at the way he said it.

just like everything else, he let you give him the okay, letting your hips gyrate against his own, dragging your clit against him, practically sobbing at the feeling.

once he knew it was okay to move, he clamped his hand over your hips, lifting you to how he liked it.

the devastating thrusts of his hips where sharp and precise, leaving no room for your cunt to want more, to want anything other than his fat, big dick.

he made it look easy, keeping you slightly lifted off the bed while he pistoned in and out, showing you that with him, he would do anything to heighten the already numbing pleasure he fucked you with.

once again, like earlier he questioned you,

“good?”

a silly question, you were practically drooling, sobbing, whimpering as his cockhead nudged up against your cervix.

but you let a wheeze that sounded similar to a, yes. it was all you could manage and he knew that, smiling slightly at your attempt to respond.

“you look real nasty right now baby.” he hissed, your eyes widening at the words, not wanting to hear those words. you just wanted to hear him praise you.

“nasty and all good for me. dumb little thing.” bristling at his words you let a hand punch his pec, missing weakly kept you bounced you on his cock.

his laugh sounded strained at that, god he was so close.

he sped up just a bit more, an attempt at a sorry. he knew you wanted to hear only good things from him, but it was fun seeing your face scrunch up, even if you didn’t want to admit it, you really were a dumb little baby when he fucked you.

“sorry angel, youre not a dumb, nasty, slutty, baby.” he spat out, putting emphasis on those words with thrusts that knocked the wind out of you, vision littering with black spots.

the way your pussy shucked is cock, squeezing him so that it made it so hard for him to push back in let him know what those words did to you.

“you’re my pretty little thing, aren’t you?” he questioned, licking his lips.

those words were enough to once again make you cum, lower body shaking, trembling against his hold. he marveled at how well you came, even this late, even having cum so much earlier.

it was a rapid chain reaction, his fine hair stood on end as he dumped whatever he could of his semen inside. spurts that didnt fit pooled at the edge of your hole, painting a ring around him.

in the end, he held you, littering your face in kisses, silently apologizing to his good girl for treating you like that.

once you could think straight, no longer in such a subby headspace, you confessed that it made you throb, being regarded as such a desperate and filthy slut.

he blushed hotly at it, eyes closing to take in the shocks of pleasure and want that coursed through him thanks to your words.

Car Sex

NSFW / Minors don't interact / female reader

Summary: The title says it all; scenarios of sex in the car for Kageyama, Suna and Ushijima. I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think :)

Content: finger sucking, fingering, dirty talk, blowjob, deepthroat, cum swallowing, semi-public sex, penetrative sex

Part 2

Tobio Kageyama

"Thank you, baby," you beam at your boyfriend as he holds the car door open for you. Kageyama shoots you a strained smile. He observes how your legs wobble as you let yourself slump onto the seat. 

He helps you put on your seatbelt, his scrutinizing gaze wandering over your face. You give him a bright smile, a giggle rising in your chest as you see the worried look on his face “I won’t throw up in your car, don’t worry” you mumble, your words slurring a little bit.

He furrows his brows. “How much did you drink?” He inquires.

You ignore his question, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. You pull him towards you, pressing your lips onto his. Kageyama takes a second before he reciprocates, opening his mouth slightly for your eager tongue to enter. He tastes so familiar, so good. You coil the fabric of his shirt between your fingertips once his tongue glides along yours. You hum quietly and then pull away. 

“I missed you,” you whisper breathlessly. 

His dark blue eyes fix on you, a slight blush creeping across his cheeks. He doesn’t answer. He simply ruffles through your hair before retreating to take his place behind the steering wheel. 

He drives in silence and you just look at him, babbling about the night you had with your friends. He hums here and there, his eyes trained onto the road.

“Thanks for picking me up,” you hum, reaching towards him to move his hair out of his eyes. 

“You already said that. You don’t have to thank me for that” he deadpans.

You only hum, letting your hand glide down his arm. But this little touch isn’t enough for you. The alcohol cursing through your veins makes you needy. You’re just so grateful for your boyfriend. And fucking horny.

“I love you” you hum, letting your hand rest on his thigh, smoothing up and down slowly. 

Kageyama turns his head quickly, his dark eyes trailing over your features shortly. “I love you too” he mumbles. You beam at him, your grin still etched onto your face once he turns his head back around.

You let your eyes trail over his side-profile, faintly illuminated by the street lamps and houses you pass. Your chest warms as you observe your boyfriend. But somehow, just watching isn’t enough. 

You move your hand, letting it glide over his dick in his pants. You hear his breath hitching. “What are you doing?” He asks disbelieving.

“Nothing,” you muse innocently. You continue to drag your hand along his shaft until you feel his dick half-hardened, straining against his shorts.

He let’s you proceed, your hand smoothing over the outline of his cock. That is until you fumble around with his shorts. 

He glares at you, your name dropping from his lips warningly.

“Come on, baby. Just lift your hips a little bit. I wanna make you feel good,” you mutter.

“I’m driving,” he deadpans.

“I know,” you reply. “Let me thank you for taking care of me. I wanna return the favor.”

You see him rolling his eyes at you and you think he’s about to scold you. But then he lifts up his hips, just slightly so you can pull down his shorts and boxers. 

Your eyes hungrily take in his cock. You wrap your hand around his girth, slowly moving up and down. Kageyama lets out a deep groan, his eyes still fixed on the road ahead. You palm his cock like that, watching a bead of pre cum spilling down his length. You gulp, feeling heat pool at your core. 

You unbuckle your seatbelt, so you can move in your seat. Kageyama is on the verge of protesting but he stops once your breath fans over the tip of his swollen head. Then you wrap your lips around him.

Kageyama gasps breathlessly. “This is dangerous. I-” he starts before you suck on him softly. He groans, his hips bucking up slightly, the rest of his sentence forgotten.

“Fuck.” He curses under his breath, once you take more of him into your mouth. He clenches his jaw, his hands gripping the wheel so hard that his knuckles turn white. Kageyama tries to keep it together, struggling against the urge to rut forward into the wet heat of your mouth. You start to bop your head, hollowing your cheeks as you suck harshly. 

He nearly whimpers your name, his voice hoarse. His sounds have you moaning around his length. The vibration of it causing his hips to jerk up again, pushing further into you. You oblige, taking all of him into your mouth while you let your tongue glide along the underside of his cock. You hear him groaning. You continue your work, moving your head at a faster pace. Kageyamas ragged breathing only spuring you on more. 

Then the car halts suddenly. You move, looking up at your boyfriend. You have to suppress a moan once you see his face. The lust is painted all over his face; his cheeks blushed and his half-lidded eyes fixed on you. 

“I can’t drive like this,” he mumbles breathlessly.

A slight chuckle leaves your lips. “Like what?” You tease him.

He stares down at you unbelieving before he rolls his eyes at you. A low chuckle drops from your lips before you resume your work. 

You take his throbbing dick into your mouth again, teasingly swirling your tongue around his tip. His hand nestles into your hair, softly pushing you down to take more of him. You comply, easing his dick into your mouth until he bottoms out.

“Fuck, just like that,” he rasps.

Tears prickle in your eyes as you bob your head again. Your pace is faster now, urging him to his release. You work like that until you feel his thighs trembling again. Your name drops from his parted lips again as he falls apart.

Kageyama cums with a staggered groan, a string of curses escaping his mouth. His hips buck up, until he feels the restriction of your throat. His thick cum shoots out of him, his dick pulsing inside of your mouth as he spills his warm cum deep down your throat. You let go of him once he is done, swallowing all his spent. 

You sit back up, quickly wiping the spit form your lips and chin. You catch Kageyama’s gaze, his dark blue eyes fixed on you hungrily. He stretches out his hand, letting his thumb glide over your wet bottom lip. You look into his dark blue eyes, like he has you hypnotized.

“You’re amazing” he praises you. You smile at his words. His eyes trail over your face, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Did sucking me off turn you on, huh?” 

Your eyes widen a little at his blunt words. He just knows you too well. “Yeah” you breathe truthfully. 

“Then let me take care of you.” He mumbles, leaning towards you.

Rintarou Suna

“Was something wrong with your food?” You prod, your eyes trailing across your boyfriend’s side profile.

A frown is etched onto his face. “What are you talking about?” He scoffs.

“Because you’re unusually quiet…” You hesitate.

You see his knuckles whitening when he grips the steering wheel tighter. His lips press into a tight line. “No. The food was fine” he drawls. 

The way he draws out the word nearly makes you laugh. “Then what wasn’t fine?” You prod.

“Oh, come on. You didn’t notice it?” He asks angrily.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re so oblivious” he scoffs. “The waiter had the audacity of flirting with you. In front of me,” he spits.

“What? I- no he wasn’t” you counter, trying to remember if this actually was the case.

“Oh he sure as hell was. The way he raked his eyes over you nearly made me sick,” he sighs loudly.

“Don’t be so dramatic, Rin” you mumble.

He chuckles darkly “Oh right…maybe you’ve enjoyed it”

“What?” You nearly shriek. “That’s ridiculous.”

This is the first time where he takes his eyes off the road, his dark-green orbs boring into yours. The expression in his eyes makes you gulp. “I didn’t even realize it, Rin” you mutter  earnestly.

He turns his attention back onto the road. He hums lowly and it seems like the topic is off the table. That is until Suna takes a right turn, driving down a dimly lit street. 

“Where are you going?” You ask puzzled. He doesn’t answer you.

Suna stops at a vacant parking lot, where just a few scattered cars surround you. He hurriedly unbuckles his belt and gets out of the car. You follow him, confusion written all over your face. You walk over to him, as he stands in the dark next to the car, hiding his face in his hands. 

“Rin” you whisper softly “What is it?” You’re really getting worried now. You take ahold of his hands, revealing his face to you. 

He looks down at you, his expression pained. He averts your gaze. “I just-… I hate when other men flirt with you. You’re mine,” he states, his voice hoarse. 

You cup his face with your palm, urging him to meet your gaze. “I’m yours. You don’t have to worry about other men okay?” You reassure him. 

His vulnerable gaze meets yours. “Yeah” he breathes. 

You smile at him and your lips meet. The kiss is soft, innocent really. You pull away shortly. Then his large palms grab your hips forcefully, pressing you against him. His lips find yours again, this time the kiss is demanding and almost sloppy. Suna’s tongue prods into your mouth, exploring you, making your knees weak. 

He guides you until your back is pressed against the car. His teeth tug on your bottom lip shortly before he lets go of you. His green eyes trail over your face lovingly before he dips lower. His mouth finds your neck and he breathes soft kisses onto your hot skin. Then he sucks on the delicate skin of your neck, while his hands grab the flesh of your ass. “Rin” you breathe, the sudden display of his lust making you dizzy. 

He retreats, pushing you slightly to the side to open the backdoor of the car. “Get in,” he orders, his voice husky. 

You let out a shaky breath when you see his hungry eyes boring into yours. You do as he says, your heart beating violently against your ribcage as you lay down onto the backseat. Suna wastes no time, he gets in as well, kneeling between your legs. 

You feel heat pool at your core as you take in the unwavering look in his eyes. He pulls up your top hurriedly, revealing your bare breasts to him. His dick throbs now that he finally can see your naked tits. He has yearned to watch them bounce with his thrusts since he noticed that you weren’t wearing a bra tonight. 

His mouth latches onto your nipple, sucking softly as his other hand kneads your other breast. Then he moves to the other nipple, groaning into your skin once you lightly arch your back under him. Fuck, he knows he shouldn’t indulge right now, not on this godforsaken parking lot. He moves and manages to pull down your panties in the narrow space. 

“I need you so bad,” he rasps, his hands pulling up the hem of your skirt and then smoothing over the delicate skin of your thighs. 

His gaze fixes upon your glistening folds. “Is this all for me?” He asks, almost unbelieving. 

“Yeah” you sigh. You’re almost embarrassed at how wet you already are for him. Suna lets his finger glide over your folds, smearing the wetness over your yearning clit. He stimulates your bundle of nerves teasingly, drawing slow and tight circles. He elicits you a small, pleading moan before he plunges his finger inside of you.

“So fucking wet, so messy” he mutters and his hoarse voice has your walls fluttering around him. He groans quietly before he adds a second finger to thrusts into you slowly. He watches your face scrunch up in delight, your lips parted, releasing quiet moans. 

He curls his fingers inside of you while his thumb circles your sensitive clit. Within a minute he has you spasming around him, depraved sounds falling onto his awaiting ears. 

“Not yet, not yet” he mutters, as he plunges his fingers out of you. The sudden loss of his touch elicits you small whine. You look at him pleadingly as his dark green eyes fix on you. “Need you to come around my cock. You’re gonna do that for me?” He asks breathlessly, his voice almost breaking.

“Yes. Yes” you whimper hurriedly, yearning to finally have his cock inside of you.

He pulls his pants and boxers down slightly, revealing his throbbing cock to you. You gulp at the sight of his large dick, pre-cum glistening on his flushed tip. Then Suna moves until he hovers above you. He swirls the tip of his dick over your clit, smearing his pre-cum onto you. You twitch around him, your thighs squeezing his hips greedily. Then his spongy head drags through your folds shortly, spreading your slick before he sinks into you slowly. 

“Fuck” he groans as he bottoms up, feeling your warm and wet walls engulfing him wholly. He squeezes his eyes shut shortly to bask in the feeling of your tight walls clinging to every inch of him. 

Suna stays like that for a few seconds before he cradles your face in his hand. His dark eyes are fixed on yours while his thumb grazes your bottom lip shortly. “Who does this pussy belong to, hm?” He asks, peering at you expectantly. You spasm around him as his deep voice drops onto your ears. 

“It’s yours. All yours” you choke out, breathless and almost desperately.

“That’s right, good girl” he praises you.

Then he starts moving, dragging his cock along your walls. Suna pulls his hips back, his cock almost sliding out of you before he slams back into you. Each of his rough thrusts has you gasping for air, your legs trembling each time he thrusts into you harshly. Your nails dig into his flexing back muscles, holding onto him desperately. His lips latch onto yours, swallowing your moans and whimpers. 

Then he pulls away, his hot breath fanning over your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. “You feel so fucking good,” he mutters, almost moaning into your skin. His voice is gravely, and the very sound of it makes you flutter around his length. He hisses as you spasm around him. 

And then he starts moving faster, and before you know it he’s pounding into you helplessly. The car is filled up with the sloppy sound of your dripping pussy sucking in his throbbing cock with every of his rough trusts. 

He fucks you like that, his pace increasing with every deep thrust of his. He pants and moans into your neck before he reaches under you. He grips your ass and lifts you up just so he can drill a little deeper into you. The change of position has you gasping. Your depraved sounds of pleasure fill up the car and you wrap your legs around him greedily. He thrusts into you, pounding into you deeper and every of his merciless strokes has you moaning louder and louder. You feel your orgasm nearing, your eyes drifting shut.

“No, look at me” Suna demands. You moan in response, brows furrowing and you oblige, prying your eyes open. “I wanna see you,” he pants. The desperation in his voice makes you tip over the edge. You try to focus your gaze on him but everything is blurry as your orgasm washes over you. 

“You’re mine. You get that, baby? All mine,” he mumbles, almost deliriously as you spasm around his dick. You whimper, his desperate words making you cum even harder. Suna follows suit after just a few rough thrusts. His hips stagger as he spills his warm semen into you. You feel his cock pulsing inside of you as your pussy milks him dry. 

You both breathe heavily, feeling each others chest rising and falling violently. Then he pulls out of you, a low groan falling from his lips as he watches his length dripping with your slick and his cum. As he sees his cum dripping out of your swollen pussy he knows he has no need to be jealous. His eyes rake over your barely clothed body, rising and falling with labored breath, and he is sure; no other man could ever fuck you like this. He presses a soft kiss onto your lips before his blown out pupils gaze into your eyes.

“You’re feeling reassured now?” You ask breathlessly, a smile tugging at your lips. 

You feel his chest shaking as he laughs softly. His half-lidded eyes glint with mischief as he chuckles “Not entirely.”

Wakatoshi Ushijima

“You played really good today,” you compliment him, staring out the window, your eyes watching the city passing by.

“Thank you,” Ushijima answers, squeezing your thigh softly, driving you two home from his game.

“You looked really handsome on the field,” you add, a soft smile playing around your lips. He doesn’t answer you, so you turn your head, looking at your boyfriend driving. 

“The color of your tricot really compliments your skin tone, you know?” You utter. You let your gaze travel along his side-profile, down to his broad chest. “And the way it hugs your body, really makes me go mad.” You let out a deep sigh, noticing how the t-shirt he is wearing now hugs him equally nice; tight across the broad expanse of his shoulders and straining against his strong arms. 

“Mad?” He asks, his brows furrowing.

“Yeah. Mad. I just can’t get over how handsome you are. Like, it’s driving me mad,” you confess, a grin tugging at your lips. 

The tone in your voice makes Ushijima perk up curiously, his head swiftly turning to you. You watch him, seeing his cheeks dusted with a light blush. “You’re ridiculous,” he deadpans.

You chuckle, shifting slightly in your seat. “Yeah, ridiculously in love with you.”

He scoffs, not letting a chuckle slip past his lips. 

“You’re just so tall and big, in every way,” you sigh. “Everything about you is just so large,” you drawl, accentuating the last word.

He clears his throat. “Don’t talk about stuff like that now. It’s distracting.”

“What’s distracting?” You ask, feigning innocence. You love the way you can embarrass him with just a few words of yours.

“Don’t act dumb,” he deadpans, squeezing the flesh of your thigh again, this time a little harder.

You gulp. “Sorry,” you breathe, “I would never intend to distract you, Toshi. I’m well-behaved.” Your tone is anything but innocent.

He lets out a deep breath, gripping the steering wheel just a little tighter. “That tone,” he mutters under his breath. He lets his large palm smooth over your thigh. “I know. You’re my good girl, right?” 

You sigh quietly, unconsciously pressing your thighs together. “Yeah” you breathe.

“You’re horny.” He deadpans, it’s more a realization than a question. “I bet you’re already dripping.” His voice dips lower with every word.

You gasp as you feel his hand wandering higher up your thigh. “How wet would I find you if I snuck my hand under your skirt?” You suppress a whimper, feeling the heat pooling at your core. 

A husky chuckle leaves his mouth “You want me to fuck you?” He asks bluntly. His gaze wanders over your features and he notice the flustered look on your face. His look is earnest, and you know that he means every word. Ushijima always does.

“Yes,” you plead, shifting in your seat to get him to finally give your yearning core some attention. He lets his large hand wander higher. Ushijima cups your pussy through your panties. You sigh, slightly bucking up your hips, urging for more friction. And then he takes away his hand. You whine in protest. 

“Just a second, baby” he mutters reassuringly. 

He takes a left turn, driving down a few streets to find an appropriate spot. The tension building inside the car is nearly ripping you apart. You feel like you’re about to burst when he finally parks. You don’t waste anytime. Ushijima is almost surprised at how fiercely you behave. You quickly move, straddling him as he moves his seat, tilting it down slightly.

He cups the back of your head, his large hand threading through your hair as he pulls you towards him. His lips press onto yours, almost desperately. You slightly part your lips as his tongue prods into your mouth, moving against your own. You lightly grind yourself against him and he drinks up the moan that escapes you before he pulls away.

You let your eyes trail over his face, noticing his blushed cheeks and kiss-bruised lips. You hold onto his broad shoulders, as his hand cradles your face, his thumb swiping over your glistening bottom lip as his dark eyes fix on your mouth. The heat of his half-hardened dick seeps through the layer of clothing separating you two, making you all the more riled up.

His thumb lays on your bottom lip and he coaxes your mouth open for him. You comply, letting his finger glide inside. You let your tongue glide along the underside before you close your lips around him, sucking ever so slightly. Ushijima watches you, his olive eyes hazed over with lust, his dick straining hard against his pants. The look in his eyes borderline feral, as you let go of his finger.

“Come on, let me fuck you,” he mutters impatiently, his large hands sliding under your skirt to grab your ass forcefully. His lewd, unfiltered words have you gasping. You gulp when his large palms grab the meat of your ass forcefully, guiding yourself on him. 

He moves his hand, pulling your panties to the side. His large finger glides along your soaked pussy, gathering your wetness. “You’re already so wet,” he states, matter of factly.

You don’t answer him, you’re too wrapped up in the sensation of his finger drawing tight circles on your clit. Then he plunges his fingers inside of you, curling them slightly to reach that special spot inside of you while his thumb rubs over your puffy clit. You gasp, slightly digging your nails into his shoulders.

Ushijima studies you as he fucks you with his fingers, observing your chest heaving with your labored breath, hearing you moans grow heavier. He watches your expression as he continues his ministrations; the way your eyes flutter shut, your open mouth releasing breathless gasps. All this has his dick straining hard against his pants.

“Do you want me to fuck you right here?” He rasps. And the way your pussy clenches around his fingers is answer enough for him.

“Yes, please” you breathe, almost desperately. You slightly get up, giving Ushijima a little bit of room to shove down his pants and boxers. His thick cock springs free. Your breath hitches at the sight. No matter how many times you have seen his dick before; its size still amazes you every time.

His hands rest on your hips as you straddle him again, aligning his cock to your hole. His eyes stay firmly on you as you slowly lower yourself on his dick. You whimper, the way his thick dick stretches you open is just heavenly. “Fuck,” he curses.

Then you start to move on him, slowly and deliberately. You lift yourself off his cock until just his tip is left inside of you, before you sink down again. You work like that for a while, relishing in the feeling of the drag of his cock against your plush walls. Each slow thrust fills up the car with the sound of your squelching pussy meeting his throbbing dick. 

The slow pace has you both yearning for more. Ushijima watches you working, his eyes feverish as he drinks in the lust evident on your face. His large hands are everywhere; sliding up your sides, caressing the sensitive skin of your thighs, or holding up your skirt to watch his dick disappearing inside of you, again and again. 

You increase your pace now, feeling the burn in your thighs as you bounce on his fat cock. Ushijima groans in pleasure as you fuck yourself on his length. His rough hand coming down hard on your ass, before he grabs the meat of your ass to help you to move on him faster. The way your moans and whimpers mix in with the squelching sound of your pussy only makes it all the harder for Ushijima to not lift you up and pound into you relentlessly. 

“Fuck, you’re dripping all over me,” he groans, watching his glistening cock sliding out of your dripping pussy with each thrust, feeling his balls coated with your arousal.

“Sorry” you whimper half-heartedly, your face flushing in embarrassment. Your brows furrowing as you look into his half-lidded eyes.

“No, don’t be,” he replies, a low groan falling from his bruised lips. His fingers find your clit, rubbing fast circles over it. “Make a mess for me,” he demands, the look in his eyes almost desperate.

You clench around him in response and he hisses quietly. You desperately hold onto his broad shoulders, your nails digging slightly into his flesh, as you move on him. The stimulation on your clit has your pussy fluttering around him in no time. 

You whimper, feeling the coil in your stomach twisting tighter and tighter until it finally snaps. You let go, tipping over the edge, gushing around his cock. You hold onto him dearly, your nails digging into his flesh as your orgasm washes over you. Breathless moans fall form your parted lips, your eyes shut tight. 

Ushijima groans as your walls flutter around him. This is when he can’t hold back anymore. He leaves you no time to come down from your high. He grabs your hips forcefully, easily lifting you up to give him room to thrust into you. His first hard thrust has you toppling forward into his broad chest, a choked moan slipping past your lips. His name falls from your lips as you flutter around him. 

He pounds into you helplessly, his pace is nearly punishing. The confined space of the car is filled up with the loud slapping of skin and the lewd sound of your sloppy pussy, the air in the car getting sticky. 

You nuzzle your face into his neck and every one of your moans fall directly on his ears. It nearly makes him go crazy. His thrusts are short and sharp, reaching that special spot deep inside of you repeatedly, making ever nerve of your body feel raw and electric. The coil inside of your stomach twists tighter again.

His hips buck up to slam against you relentlessly until he feels your walls spasming around his length again. He groans, slapping your ass forcefully. 

“You wanna cum again for me, baby?” He rasps.

You nod, whimpering against his neck in response. He curses under his breath, thrusting into you with even more force as his rhythm grows desperate. You cum in an instant, his name leaving your lips as your mind goes blank. 

Wakatoshi follows right after, cumming with one final thrust, painting your walls white. He holds your hips, pressing you against him as your pussy clenches around him greedily. His eyes nearly roll into the back of his head as you milk him dry. You feel his cock pulsing inside of you as he still holds onto you.

He pulls out once he gave you all his spent. You let out a shaky moan, suddenly feeling so empty without him. You press a soft kiss onto his lips, before you grin at him happily. The corner of his mouth twitches, a gentle smile tugging at his lips.

“You’re really ridiculous,” he mumbles. Your chest vibrates against him as you chuckle slightly. You avert his gaze, noticing the foggy windows surrounding you two.

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WE GOT USHITEN IN THE POSE!!!

You’ve seen Farmer Ushijima, 

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(p.s. did Noya copy Ukai’s hairstyle?? Also, MY BOI IS BACK)

Haikyuu!! Observations:  Chapter 372 and 395 Parallels

** SO. MANY. SPOILERS. BELOW **

Have I established that Furudate is master class in terms of narrative? The parallels in Chapter 372 and 395 of Haikyuu!! are stunning, and need to be discussed.

First off, though, is the establishment of a timeline. Because this final arc has been a mess to make linear sense of…I have no clue how the anime will handle this, other than putting title cards in every single flashback to keep us on track!

For starters, the Ushijima flashback in Chapter 395 happens nearly TWO YEARS before the events of Chapter 372. We get this evidence because at the start of Chapter 395, we have this shot of Ushijima: 

Not only does it establish he’s 19, but he’s not on the Schweiden Adlers, yet. He’s in his debut year, playing for the Japan national team. I wonder if he made the switch to play because Hoshiumi joined the Adlers, or Kageyama? And then, in Chapter 372, when we get his selfie reaction – MORE ON THAT BELOW – we see that he’s 21 and on the Adlers. So two years difference in those flashbacks in 395 vs. 372, and a total of FOUR years’ difference between the events of Chapter 395 and the present Haikyuu!! timeline. Simple to keep up, right?

So, if the current timeline is November 2018, then it’s around 2014 when Chapter 395 happens. Hinata is considering doing Beach volleyball in his second year, as evidence below, and Oikawa has already joined the Argentinean League right out of high school, which will get brought up below, too.

Okay, getting on track now that we’ve established the timeline – the first major parallel is Iwaizumi meeting Ushijima,  similar to Oikawa and Hinata meeting in Chapter 372, only, of course their meeting is so nonchalant and chill, versus Hinata and Oikawa’s dramatic sand reunion: 

BUT HERE, my friends, is where the parallels of Hinata/Oikawa/Iwaizumi/Ushijima create a magnificent Venn Diagram of Narrative Magnificence! You have parallels of:

* TRAINING TO GET BETTER *

Hinata went to the beach in Rio to train in beach volleyball to become a more well-rounded trainer. 

Ushijima went to California to get advice and practice training with his father’s foreign league team, much like Oikawa did with joining the Argentinean League…

* TRAINING WITH YOUR IDOLS * 

Oikawa establishes in Chapter 372 that he immediately went to Argentina after high school because he wanted to play under the guidance of Jose Blanco, the famous Argentinean setter that he idolized as a kid and still very much respected as a young adult and player. He ALSO, and this is important, establishes that he was going to break into the foreign leagues to get stronger anyway, and that his overall goal is to make it into an Olympics-playing team some day. Given that Hinata’s encounter with Oikawa happens in 2017, he’s been playing with Argentina about three years at this point. 

But THEN, we also have Iwaizumi, who back in 2014, went to California after high school to go to college at USC-Irvine in California. His whole reasoning is that a famous Japanese trainer works with the volleyball team there and that Iwaizumi has been a huge fan of him and his published work. He also wants to major as in Sports Science, as we the audience are led to believe, to become a Physical Trainer and intern with the author, Takashi Utsui, once he graduates college. 

And of COURSE, there’s the reveal then that Iwaizumi’s actual idol in real life is also the real-life father of his team’s long rival, Ushijima himself. It’s worth posting this reaction alone. Iwaizumi, you beautiful dork, you. If Oikawa ever saw that face, though…

It’s also worth noting at this point that clearly Oikawa and Iwaizumi keep in contact, as evidence in his conversation with Ushijima. I have to say, this chapter showcasing Iwaizumi as the peace-keeper; able to be friends with both Oikawa and his hardest rival, Ushijima, is fantastic. It calls back to when Oikawa was making fun of Hinata outside the bathroom, and Iwaizumi chided him for it. Iwaizumi is just an honest, straightforward, nice guy. 

Well….Nice to a point. Let’s all revel in the fact that it was IWAIZUMI, y’all, who started this selfie war. Keep in mind, this was 2014 when he and Ushijima supposedly sent the selfie to Oikawa of themselves. And then, three years later, Oikawa pays them all back: 

The final parallel, interestingly enough, with Oikawa and Ushijima, who admits that he has hit a wall and has to move forward to get stronger. Revealing that just maybe, he’s not quite the “genius spiker” that Oikawa pegged him as. That maybe he really is just a normal guy that got “lucky” in terms of the father that helped protect his unique attribute of being a “south paw” and, like Kiyoomi in Chapter 394, was lucky to have those around him that he did to help foster his strength as a player. 

Basically, Furudate has given us so much to work with in showing how these characters, who seem so fundamentally different, have so much more in common that we realize at first glance. It’s so masterful to see these moments of set up and payoff happening with so much satisfaction for the reader. I love it.

OH, and of course, I wasn’t going to leave you all without this little set of notes from Chapter 395: 

* Tendou in this chapter wasn’t current time skip Tendou. It was 2014 Tendou. So technically, we have no clue what his hair looks like now – though he’s fabulous either way!  So there’s that.

* It’s shown at the end of the chapter Ushijima’s father watching him play from California. We also see, since it’s 2:20 am there, that Iwaizumi is asleep, still in California, too. If it’s 2018 currently in the series, it means that Iwaizumi did graduate college, and has been interning for Utsui for likely a year, now (because it showed he was a sophomore in the flashback):

@tatakunara-orerumade​ and @hopipp​ have already posted my headcanons ahead of me, but basically – if the Olympics happen in 2020, a year and a half from now, that’s plenty of time for Iwaizumi to take his Bachelor’s in Sports Science, internship knowledge from working under his idol Utsui, and make it back to Japan to be a physical trainer for the same team as Ushijima, and more importantly for my shipping, fangirl heart, potentially Oikawa at the Olympics. It would be a beautiful payoff for all the set up these chapters have given us, and a beautiful wrap-up for the series. If we don’t actually get to see the Olympics happen in Haikyuu!! though, you better believe there’s going to be fanfiction about this. *runs off to write* 

my take on the ushiiwa photo incident

Can I get locker sex with Tsukki, Kurro, Ushijima, Semi and maybe Ukai please? That post was so *chef’s kiss* I know it’s a lot u don’t have to do all of them but first 3 fs please

haikyuu boys + locker room sex

MINORS DNI — 18+

pairings: timeskip kuroo tetsuro, ushijima wakatoshi, semi eita, ukai keishin, tsukishima kei (x fem! reader)

warnings: exhibitionism, hair pulling, hand jobs

a/n: i had to force will myself to write for tsukki lol i just can’t find him attractive im sorry :,) but i hope you liked it !!

MSBY version here

♡ 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎

— Kuroo is a busy man, and he’s also a patient one. He deals with lazy employees, pushy bosses, insane deadlines, and he does it all with the utmost composure. But it’s bound to break, and it does when he notices a room full of volleyball players eyeing you like candy during a game. He decides he show them your his when they’re done playing.

“Fuck, princess,” Kuroo groans, sliding past your folds as he takes you from behind, your palms trying to grip onto the cold metal of the lockers as you feel him split you open. He breathes heavily as he tries to stay still, hissing at the way you clench around his cock. Panting, he smirks when he hears the hollers of the team coming, all ready to change and celebrate after a win. “They’re in for a g-great surprise, don’t you—ah shit—think, baby?” And they are, staring at you both as he slams into you, groaning wildly as you squeeze around him. “Fuck, fuck s-so good,” he moans, staring at the players before him with a sly grin. “Take me so well, princess,” he grins, tugging you by your hair and making you face the many eyes that had found themselves on you. “Show them how I make you feel.”

♡ 𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐀

— Ushijima wasn’t sure why he was feeling this way, why he couldn’t go two minutes into the game without thinking about the way your small hand felt squeezing around him, making him put extra force into every spike. And while he was mvp of that game, the only thing he could worry about was feeling your pretty little hand around him.

“Mmm, y/n,” Ushijima groans, seated on the bench, legs spread wide as your thumb glides through his slit, making him throw his head back. Slowly, you wrap your hand around him, stroking up and down with a pace that makes him growl in frustration. “Do not go slow I have been waiting for this,” he warns, letting out a loud grunt when you pick up your speed, making his hips rise with each stroke, fucking into your hand as he pants quietly at the feeling. “F-faster,” he insists, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the locker behind him. He looks up dead serious when his teammates walk in, looking them in the eye with an angry glint. “I am busy, come change later,” he demands, rutting his hips up as he feels himself approaching his orgasm.

♡ 𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐈

— Semi remembers being replaced by Shirabu as the team setter, and though he holds no grudges, he’s gotta remind his junior from time to time that he’s not inferior. So, when you’re at your old high school reunion, he takes Shirabu’s little crush on you back in the day to his advantage, even all these years later.

“Ei-eita,” you mewl, back arching off the locker behind you, clawing at his back as you push his shirt down his shoulders. Leaning down, he kisses your neck, chuckling at how you struggle to take all of him in. “Shh, baby, you can take it, can’t you?” You both look up when the door opens, a caught off guard Shirabu standing there with his mouth agape. “Shirabu! Glad you got my—fuck,” he groans when you unintentionally clamp down on him, “glad you got my text.” Turning, he starts thrusting into you, hard and fast, making you whine as he sucks harshly on your collarbone. “A-always… always wanted to do th-this,” Semi groans, smirking as he watches Shirabu gulp, trying to fight the tent in his pants. “Now watch me take my girl like you took my spot,” he growls. “Right against your old locker.” He happily realizes that maybe Shirabu’s little crush hasn’t yet worn off.

♡ 𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐈

— Keishin deals with annoying teenage boys who don’t always listen to him. He’s got a naggy mom and a list full of things he’s gotta do, his reasons for frustration go on for miles long. Good thing he has you to help him out, late at night once all the people are gone, locker room all to yourselves.

Keishin groans as you stroke his member, forehead pressing to yours while you move up and down his length with precision. Spreading your legs apart with his knee, he pushes past your folds, groaning with you at the feeling. “F-fuck, princess, we’re gonna…” he pants, chest heaving as he takes your hands and pins them over your head, pushing you against the wall, “we’re gonna be here all night,” he growls. Slamming into you harshly, no stutter in his pace as he fucks his frustrations of the week away, he growls as you squeeze on his cock. “Pretty rough week,” he mutters, “y-you’ll m-make yourself, won’t you?” And you can only nod, crying out as he slams down, his tip kissing your cervix as he chases his high, groaning loudly into your ear. “Good thing we got the place to ourselves.”

♡ 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀

— Tsukishima loves the game now, he really does, it’s just that sometimes he needs some extra motivation to keep himself putting his all in games. And then he sees you, across the stands, cheering for him, calling his name, and he can’t help but be excited to hear it in a different setting.

“Scream my name, y/n,” Tsukishima growls, squishing your cheeks together roughly, jerking your head up to look at him as he pounds into you, your back laid on the bench with your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. You squeal when his hand moves to your nipple, pinching and rolling it harshly as he growls. “What did I just tell you to—fuck, you’re tight,” he pants, “I told you to scream it. L-let them hear,” he says lowly. His skin slaps against yours as he keeps at it, knowing there’s a crowd watching when he sees your gaze drift to the doorway. He hisses at the way you suck him in, making him go faster as he glances over his shoulder at his shocked team. “Let them know it’s me,” he smirks.

once a brat, always a brat xoxo

When in Paris ✶ Ushijima Wakatoshi & Tendou Satori

✶Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x fem!reader x Tendou Satori

✶Warnings: poly relationship, established relationship, characters aged up, fluff.

✶Warnings: nsfw, smut, ass smacking, oral (female/male receiving), rimming (female receiving), double penetration, praise kink, size kink, multiple orgasms, double creampies and anything else I missed.

✶Word Count: 2.7k

✶Written for the lovely @semisgroupie 500 followers Poly Collab! Thank you for letting me join Dee and congrats on all the followers!! Find the others wonderful work here! Also part of @bubbleteaimagines Three's a Crowd Collab. Find the masterlist here!!

✶A/N: HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY TO MY LOVE!!!!! @kenmaskittenswriting you deserve all the love in the world and so much more! I hope you enjoy this threesome. Have a fantastic day baby!!

Thank you to my beta readers! And a special thank you to my lovely Sho for helping me with this!!!!

You excitedly exited the plane and ran to your now bald handsome boyfriend, your other boyfriend carrying your bags behind you like the gentlemen he is. You squealed when Tendou lifted you up off the ground, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist as he spun you.

“Don’t make her sick, Satori. You know she doesn’t do well on plane rides.” Ushijima said a gentle warning from behind you. It was so heartwarming that he always looked out for you.

“I know Toshi. I would never forget about our precious little kitten.” Tendou pressed a kiss to your forehead as he set you down. With a relaxed sigh you leaned into the touch you’ve missed so much, until he let go of you to hug Ushijima instead.

“God, We’ve missed you so much,” you said deeply stirred, as you watched your boyfriends embracing each other firmly, “And we’re so excited to finally be here, Tori!” You added, smiling at the two.

Your relationship with Ushijima and Tendou has always been an interesting one. You initially started dating Ushijima in high school, just the two of you. A couple years after high school, you and Ushijima visited Tendou in Paris for the first time and drink after drink led to one another and you found yourself sandwiched between them, stuffed full with more than just carnal desire. From that moment on, glances you exchanged changed from lust to affection, the three of you started a relationship together. The two of you visited Tendou as often as you could with Ushijima’s busy volleyball schedule and your high demanding job. With Ushijima being in his off season, and you finally having a breather from work, you decided it was time to pay a visit to your still very quirky chocolaterie boyfriend. The three of you made your way to Tendou’s apartment after getting the rest of your luggage.

“Any special plans while we’re here?” You asked eventually, leaning against Tendou’s shoulder while you held Ushijima’s strong hand.

“I made some changes to the shop, as you know, so there will be some things to see. Plus a new cafe has opened down the street from my house and they make your favorite type of little sandwiches!” Tendou says, chuckling when he sees the beaming look on your face.

“Has the shop been doing well since the changes?” Ushijima asked, rubbing small circles on the back of your hand.

“Yes, yes! The customers seem to be enjoying the new recipes. How has work been, my Love?” Tendou asked you.

“Pretty busy, but rather boring without you. Let’s not talk about work! I am here to have fun and have a great time!” You said, smiling at him. “But first I want to lay down for a bit. That flight was rough.”

You arrived at Tendou’s apartment and the two boys grabbed their bags and headed up the stairs. Once the door was open, you flopped down on the couch and sighed into pillows, breathing in the familiar scent.

“This is so nice...” You mumbled into the pillows, turning over to see the two smiling at you.

“Why don’t you sleep? We’ll go, grab some groceries for dinner, and then we’ll cook!” Tendou said. Ushijima walked over to the couch and bent down to give you a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“We’ll be back soon, Love, okay?” You smiled at him as you nodded, and closed your eyes as the two left to go grab groceries.

The three of you sat at the table, a couple bottles of wine gone, and laughter filled the apartment. The buzz of the apartment made you happy to finally be together with both of your boyfriends. You’ve missed this and you couldn’t be more happy.

After you cleaned up and were sitting on the couch, an idea popped into your head. “I’ll be right back!” You said, as you got up from the couch and made your way into the bedroom.

You grabbed your bag and went to the restroom. You started to take out a lingerie set, looking down, not noticing Tendou slipping into the restroom. You gasped when you felt hands wrap around your slender waist, slowly moving under your shirt, causing a small sigh to slip through your lips.

“You think you could just stalk off and I wouldn’t know what you're up to, hmm?” Tendou whispered in your ear, his hands moving up higher and cupping your breasts tenderly. He gave a slow but demanding squeeze, causing you to push back into him.

“I wanted to—ah!” You couldn’t finish your sentence because Tendou pulled your bra down hastily and gripped your nipples between his fingers as his nose nuzzled at your temple. You leaned your head back onto his shoulder, wanting more, and finally his mouth caught yours in a heated kiss. The two of you fought for dominance, heat and need rising equally, as one of his hands moved down to the front of your skirt painfully slowly snaking into your panties. You pushed up into him, just wanting him to touch you properly already.

You loved being with Ushijima, always more than satisfied when the two of you were together, but you wouldn’t lie and say you didn’t crave Tendou’s touch, too. While Ushijima was the bigger of the two, Tendou’s touches were gentler, a bit more sentimental.

You gasped when you felt Tedou’s long fingers starting to leisurely rub small circles on your clothed clit. He broke the kiss abruptly, swiftly pulling your shirt over your head along with your bra while he maneuvered you in the bedroom, and pushed you down face first onto the bed. The sudden sound of a throat clearing made you flinch slightly.

“Really you two? Playing without me, hmm?” Ushijima asked, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.

“Wakatoshi, you can always have her. I wanted her all to myself for a bit.” Tendou said, impatience letting his voice sound huskily, as he ran his fingers over your clothed slit. A moan fell from your lips as he continued to tease. With steady steps Ushijima started to walk over to the bed but Tendou stopped him with his free hand on a muscled chest. “Why don’t we make him watch us, huh, Kitten? You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

His fingers pushed your panties to the side and his pointer finger finally glided smoothly into your waiting hole. You moaned loudly when you glanced back and saw the two making out passionately, as another long slender finger entered you. Tendou helped Ushijima take his shirt off; You whined when Tendou’s fingers left you, so he could take his shirt off, too. Your skirt and panties were finally taken off then, and Tendou made Ushijma sit on the bed in front of you. Meanwhile, Tendou got on his knees behind you, eyes looking at your glistening pussy, groaning when he saw you clenching around nothing. His hands slowly made their way up your thighs to your ass, spreading your cheeks and then smacking your ass.

“We’re going to have so much fun, Kitten.” Tendou said, his mouth lowering to your pussy. “I’ve missed the taste of you.”

You gasped when you felt his tongue start to make small wet circles on your clit. He laid his tongue flat as he licked a long stripe from your clit all the way to your ass. You moaned loudly when you felt his tongue start to make circles around your other hole while his thumb made its way to your clit. Ushijima in front of you started to palm himself through his shorts as he watched Tendou eat your ass, lips parted and eyes hungry. You whimpered when you felt Tendou’s tongue start to go in and out of the tight ring, his thumb not letting up on your clit. He alternated between both holes, which had you quickly cumming for the first time of the night. You reached out and grabbed Ushijima’s shorts, wanting more, wanting him, too! A hard smack landed on your ass as a punishment, making you yelp.

“No touching him until I say, Kitten.” Tendou murmured, standing up and taking the rest of his clothes off. You could see out of the corner of your eyes that his cock sprung free, hitting his stomach with a lewd smacking sound. He got behind you again, pumping his cock a few times before slowly pushing himself into your pussy. You dropped your head into the mattress as you felt his cock deliciously stretching you out. God, he felt so, so good! Once he bottomed out, a groan escaped his lips and he stayed still. “So warm, so tight. All that fucking the two of you do, and she’s still so tight, Wakatoshi. Amazing...”

Ushijima’s eyes darkened a bit more as Tendou started to roll his hips torturously slowly.. Ushijima pulled his shorts and underwear down, throwing them to the side, taking his large cock in his hand. You moaned when you saw him fisting himself, because he was watching you getting railed.

“Please...” You demanded something, not quite sure what even.

“Please what, Kitten? Use your pretty voice.” Tendou said with a small laugh, slowing his speed to tease you even more.

“Please let me suck Toshi. Please!” You whined out, pushing your hips back into him. Seeking the warmth you’d been deprived off for so long.

“What do you think Wakatoshi? Has our kitten been a good girl?” You nodded your head furiously, and Tendou smacked your ass again as it wasn’t you being addressed.

“She has been a good girl.” Ushijima said with a soft voice, shifting closer, so his cock was in your face and his free hand came up to caress your cheek.

“Go ahead then kitten, make Wakatoshi feel as good as I feel.”

You didn't hesitate. You grabbed his cock with one hand and brought him into your mouth. Tendou started thrusting again, his pace making you take more of Ushijima. Groans escaped the two men as Ushijima’s hand made their way to your hair. You bobbed up and down as best as you could while being fucked by Tendou from behind. Tears started to fill your eyes, lack of oxygen making you dizzy, as you tried to take more of Ushijima down your throat. He was by no means small and you always struggled to suck him off. What you couldn't take in your mouth, your hand made up for.

“She likes this Wakatoshi. I can feel her tightening around me.”

“You like being stuffed, baby? Like being full of two cocks?” You moaned around the thick dick in response, feeling your second orgasm of the night warming in your belly, curling your toes, too .

“Are you close again, baby? Your greedy pussy is pulsing around me so nicely.” The way Tendou’s words fell from his mouth had you seeing stars. You could tell both men were close as well, Tendou’s movements were getting a bit sloppy and Ushijima’s cock was spasming in your throat.

“You’re going to cum with us, right, Baby?” Ushijima asked with a deep lust-filled voice, as he started to thrust his hips into your mouth in earnest. His hips stilled then, a groan leaving his lips, and he held your head in place as hot thick ropes of his cum painting your throat white. The knot in your stomach snapped as you gushed around Tendou’s cock. Tendou moaned louder as his hips snapped in a final harsh thrust and he stilled as well, his cum burying deep within your pussy. Ushijima wiped the tears from your eyes as the cum you couldn’t swallow spilled onto his thighs. Tendou pulled his softening dick out of you, making you whimper from the sudden loss, as Ushijima’s cock slipped out, too, and you laid your exhausted head on his firm thighs.

“Let’s clean her up and give her a deserved break.” Ushijima said and Tendou nodded to do just this. It was so soothing how he cleaned you up with careful movements, before Ushijima pulled you up his chest. And it felt utterly perfect, as Tendou settled behind you, too, after he’d finished his duty.

“I’m okay, Toshi.” You whispered, running your slender fingers up and down his broad chest. You placed soft kisses on his neck, one of his weak spots, earning a slight groan from him. Tendou ran long pale fingers through your hair, as he placed kisses along your nape and down your slightly arched back.

“I’m ready. I want both of you inside. Please, I need you so much.” You murmured your demand against heated skin.

Ushijima looked at Tendou and nodded once, sharp, decidedly, as Tendou got up to get the lube from the nightstand. Your hand went down to Ushijima’s hardening cock, gripping it in your hand. You kissed him feverishly as you pumped his cock and Tendou opened the bottle of lube and lathered you up. Ushijima pulled you on top of him and he slid right in your pussy, still wet from Tendou’s leftover cum, with a sweet, painfully smooth thrust. You gasped as he filled you up completely, or even more, you couldn’t tell anymore. You moan again, when you feel Tendou’s finger make slow circles around your rim before slowly pushing his finger in. You fell flat against Ushijima’s chest, your breasts pushing into him. Tendou added another finger, too slow yet too fast at the same time, and you already felt so utterly full. Ushijima rubbed your back and stayed still while Tendou removed his fingers to move, and positioned himself between your legs. His tip slowly started to press against the ring, the thick head of his cock sliding into your ass then, and you felt the tears spring to your eyes once more. You clung to Ushijima, breathy whiny whimpers leaving your trembling lips as Tendou continued to move deeper.

“You’re doing so well, Kitten. Taking the two of us like you were made for us. We know it’s been a while, but you're such a good girl, so brave!.” Tendou said in awe, rubbing your ass while Ushijima rubbed your back to make you relax.

“A very good girl. Taking the both of us, such a perfect baby.” Ushijima hummed. You loosened up at the praise and let out an air-cutting moan when Tendou bottomed out with a last sharp push. You could feel their two cocks rubbing together inside of you, barely separated between the thin layer of skin between your pussy and ass. Tendou set the pace as he started to move in and out of you. Ushijima lifted his hips up and started to meet Tendou’s pace. You became a babbling mess as the two cocks stuffed you full oh so perfectly. The tears continued to flow as Ushijima’s cock hit that spongy sweet spot in your pussy, your clit rubbing on his pelvic bone with each roll of hips.

“Her pussy was so tight, but her ass is squeezing me even tighter. I won’t last much longer, Wakatoshi.” Tendou panted out, the sweat clinging on all your bodies.

“She’s squeezing me, too. She’s very close. I can feel it.”

Your eyes closed as you felt the searing knot in your stomach returning. You knew you’d be tired after cumming three times now. Their pace picked up and you cried out as you squirted all over them, your final orgasm of the night hitting you hard as Tendou sealed it with a last brutal thrust. They both groaned then, and stilled at the same time, breathing fast in the aftermath of their orgasms. Just like you. You felt yourself full of cum after the two had come inside of you simultaneously. Tendou leaned down and placed soft kisses down your spine as Ushijma kissed your temple with his thin lips. Tendou pulled out first, leaving again to turn on the bath for you. Ushijima sat up, still inside of you and got up off the bed, holding you as tight as you clung to him, heading to the bathroom. Once cleaned up, back in bed, you laid on Tendou’s chest while Ushijima spooned you from behind.

“I’m so happy to finally be together with both of you.” You whispered out, love tightening around your words.

“We’re, too. And we love you so much, baby.” Ushijima said, pressing his lips softly into your shoulder.

“Round three?” Tendou jokingly asked with a smug smirk on his lips, and you playfully slapped his chest in return.

“We have all the time in the world while we’re here.” You sighed heavenly. Needless to say, you didn’t leave the apartment much during your time in Paris.

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title ; birthday gift

wc ; 2750

pairing ; tendou x reader x ushijima

tags ; pegging/assplay/anal, mmf threesome ish, v!reader, gendered nicknames (babygirl, etc), one instance of pussy slapping, so much jizz, very light bondage, in the pussy raw bc this is my fantasy and i make the rules, overstim, switch ushijima, soft dom tendou, sub reader, praise kink, choking, hair pulling

beta ; mae, my love

“Mmm, just like that~” Tendou coos in your ear, just quiet enough to be heard over the grunts and sighs coming from beneath you - the feeling of his long fingers gripping the leather around your waist nearly distracts you from the task he’s instructed you to complete. “Isn’t she so good, Wakatoshi?” Lust-blown brown eyes meet yours in a silent plea, dark bangs plastered to his forehead with sweat. You’ve been teasing him for the better part of an hour now, his arms tied carefully over his head as you trace the rim of his asshole with lubricated fingers. The cool silicone of the expertly-selected dildo strapped to your hips rests teasingly on his inner thigh. “May I?”

Tendou confirms with a hot kiss to your neck as you slowly insert one finger to the knuckle, shuddering as Ushijima twitches under you, already so overstimulated. His eyes flutter shut as he adjusts to the minor stretch while you reach your free hand out to gently scrape your nails along the underside of his taut thigh. You watch carefully as his toned abdomen squeezes and contracts to follow his labored breathing.

You’re tempted to take the lead a little bit, watching him writhe underneath you. Your fingers trace up and up until you’re gently cupping and squeezing his balls, hoping your boyfriend won’t notice this deviation from his strict orders. You use the momentary distraction to slide in another finger.

Tendou chuckles against your shoulder as his hands rise up to knead at your chest, playfully pinching your nipples. You lean back into his touch as you curl your fingers into Ushijima’s tight walls, feeling his dick throb with the stimulation.

“I didn’t tell you to do that,” Tendou murmurs, “you’ve gotten pretty confident, haven’t you?”

Your only response is a nod and a breathy sigh as he continues to fondle you. Your eyes are trained on Ushijima’s face as you slowly work him open, but a firm pinch to your nipple and a hissed command in your ear brings you back to reality.

“Do you remember the rules?” One large hand comes to wrap gently around your throat. “Or should I edge you for a full day like last time, hmm?” He squeezes carefully, applying measured pressure to your pulse points, and it sends shockwaves straight to your cunt. You can’t imagine not being allowed to chase your own pent up release, not when you’ve been so good so far.

“N-no,” you stutter, removing your loose grip from Ushijima’s heavy balls and returning your free hand to his thigh, as you were instructed to do earlier. “No, sir.” Your obedience stirs something in Ushijima, as his glazed-over gaze is fixated on Tendou’s hand flexing around your throat.

Both Ushijima’s reaction and the way your hips angle back to meet his own are not lost on Tendou; he couldn’t miss the filthy scene laid in front of him that he orchestrated. The temporary power he has over both of you and your pleasure is enough to make his head spin and his dick rock hard, precum smearing across his belly as your ass presses into him. But he’ll wait - the scene is still unfolding.

“I think he’s ready for you,” he coos, moving his hands now to rest again on your hips, fingers toying with the straps. You nod obediently, temporarily removing yourself from Ushijima to apply a little more lube to the toy. Your brain is delightfully tingling as Tendou keeps his careful grip on your throat, and you clumsily align the toy with Ushijima’s puckered hole.

Slowly, achingly slowly, you sink further and further as Ushijima pants, flushed cock twitching as he struggles to catch his breath. Satori’s grip on your neck loosens and you begin to pant as well, leaning your head back onto his chest as you finally bottom out. He coos a hushed, “good girl” that makes you throb, caressing your flushed cheek with his long fingers.

He holds you still there for a moment, maybe a little longer than he should, only because the way both you and Ushijima look right now, panting and desperate and waiting for his command, is an image he wants seared into his memory.

But the watery look in his best friend’s eyes, pleading for some kind of friction and release from the teasing he’s endured, convinces him it’s time to get moving.

“Go ahead,” he whispers in your ear, “give him what he came here for.” You don’t hesitate to obey, carefully arching your back and pulling out halfway, before slowly easing back in. Your pace is slow and calculated, giving him almost enough to adjust before your hips are pressed flush to his thighs. Your grip on his corded thighs tightens as you hold yourself steady, using him for leverage as you maintain your speed. With the way his gorgeous cock twitches against his abs, you know that it still isn’t enough. Tendou notices, as well.

“Now I want you to take your cute little hand,” he hums as his own hand trails down your arm before grabbing your wrist and leading you, “and get to working on his pretty cock.” His touch leaves a searing trail across your skin, and you immediately comply, beginning by smearing the sticky mixture of precum and sweat that’s gathered at the blushing head of Ushijima’s cock. You stroke his length slowly, applying gentle pressure that elicits a rumbling moan from deep in his chest, louder than he’s been all night.

Your hips still for a moment as Tendou grips your ass, lightly spreading your cheeks as he situates his leaking length between them. He presses your forward at an acute angle that has you leaning over Ushijima.

With a roll of his hips and a gentle command of “move”, you begin moving in tandem, matching the pace of your hand to the roll of your hips. It’s all dictated by Tendou’s rhythm, carefully leading you from behind. His cock slides between your cheeks as you move, spreading precum on your lower back. His hips press you closer until you’re nearly sandwiched between both men, angling the strap on deep enough to tear a wanton, nearly whining moan from Ushijima. His mouth is hanging open, flushed down to his chest and eyes glazed over. Your hand on his cock squeezes a little tighter, almost squished between your bodies as your boyfriend pushes you even closer. The way Ushijima’s breath becomes erratic, Satori knows he’s almost there.

“You’re doing-” he breathes, “-so good, m-my good girl.” His eyes flit back and forth between Ushijima’s absolutely fucked out expression and your ass, feeling your arousal pooling as his balls slap against your cunt. “Almost there~”

His grip on your hips tightens and he quickly picks up the pace, the sound of moans and slapping skin filling the room. Ushijima cums with a strangled grunt, and Tendou leans back to watch over your shoulder as you pump him to completion, his sticky seed making an absolute mess on your breasts and his abdomen.

You straighten up and gently pull the toy out, leaning back against Satori for support. He presses a tender kiss to your sweaty shoulder, bringing one hand up to your chest to gather some of Ushijima’s seed on his fingers. Wordlessly he presses them to your lips, and you obediently lick them clean. You can feel his cock throb against your ass, and you realize that the party isn’t quite over.

In your submissive haze you don’t realize that he’s loosening the harness until the toy falls to the floor with a wet “thud”. His careful hands smooth over the area where the leather dug into your flesh, kneading gently where it indented. You sigh gratefully, hands still resting on Ushijima’s trembling thighs.

“It’s your turn,” he says, reaching his arm around you to tease his skilled fingers around your swollen lips, “I want you to get on the bed, on top of our dear Wakatoshi.” Even in your desperate state, you’re a little skeptical, hesitating for a moment until the hand teasing your folds rears backs and comes down with a harsh smack that sends a shock like electricity through your veins, just hard enough to make you yelp. “Come on, pretty girl.”

You scramble onto the bed with shaky legs, climbing over Ushijima until you’re straddled above him. In this position, you hover above him with your ass in the air, biting your lip as your eyes drink in the sight of him, trying to recover from being absolutely wrecked by you. He seems nearly as dazed as you are, surprised by the change in position but not upset.

“Are you ready for me?” You nod, letting out a soft whimper as he drags the leaking tip of his cock over your sensitive clit. “Both of you, color.”

You and Ushijima each manage to get out “green”, and at the signal Tendou pushes in, eliciting a gasp as you lean forward on your elbows, pressing your messy tits against Ushijima’s firm chest. As your boyfriend wastes no time thrusting into your velvet heat, your head spins and you struggle to hold yourself up. The motion of Tendou’s heavy thrusts has you rocking against the large man underneath you, smearing his spend between your bodies. He grunts a deep curse as he strains against the restraints on his wrists, wanting nothing more than to grope whatever flesh he can reach. Behind you, Tendou breathes a bemused laugh as he watches his overstimulated friend struggle.

“Tempting, isn’t she?” As if to prove his point, he leans forward and pushes you further so that your flushed face is pressed into the crook of Ushijima’s shoulder, giving him nowhere to hide as you whimper and whine. Your belly drags along his oversensitive cock trapped between you, and his hips rut up towards you to chase the friction.

Between the way Ushijima’s girthy length rubs along your clit and the way Tendou seems to know exactly which angle to hit, the pressure in your gut builds and coils until it feel like every muscle in your body contracts at once, and you bite Ushijima’s shoulder to hold back the cry that threatens to escape, but your boyfriend isn’t having any of that.

His long fingers tangle in your hair and roughly yank your head back, lifting you until your back arches. Tendou fucks you through your orgasm, cursing as your walls clamp down on him. Ushijima watches in awe, front and center to your fucked out expression as you sing Satori’s praises. His cock is painfully hard again.

With one last erratic thrust, Tendou buries himself to the hilt, coming with a strangled “fuck!” as he paints your velvet walls with his seed. He pulls out carefully, releasing his grip on your hair and watching as his cum drips from your hole.  You collapse onto Ushijima, barely catching your breath before you’re being pulled up again.

“Now, babygirl,” he coos gently, tone almost condescending, “look what you did.” He motions down to Ushijima’s cock beneath you, once again flushed and twitching. “He just can’t get enough of you. Do you think you can give him a little taste? Let him return the favor for earlier?” You whine in response, brain clouded by the pleasure still running through your veins.

“What d’you say?”

Your eyes trail up to Ushijima’s face, brows knotted in a silent plea. His hips buck under you ever so slightly, and the way it makes your nerves buzz sends you right back into that comfortable submissive haze. “Yes, sir,” you breathe as you carefully lift yourself onto your shaky knees.

Tendou helps lift you as you steady yourself on Ushijima’s sturdy chest, helping align the head of his cock to where your boyfriend’s cum is still dripping from your puffy lips. He slowly lowers you down, giving you time to adjust to the change in girth. Your eyes screw shut as he stretches you out, the sting just barely piercing through the haze in your mind.

The amount of restraint that Ushijima maintains is astounding, carefully waiting for you to adjust even while your sloppy cunt nearly sucks him in. The intoxicating heat of you is dizzying, the way your nails leave crescent-shaped welts on his shoulders and your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth making him nearly lose control.

He shares a heated look with Tendou who’s grinning over your shoulder, before speaking up.

“Color.” It’s less of a question and more of a command, rumbling in his deep bass in a way that makes you snap back to reality.

“G-green.”

His self control is gone, hips pistoning up into you as Tendou’s firm grip on your waist keeps you steady. The mixture of your arousal and Tendou’s cum creates a creamy ring around Ushijima’s cock as he wrecks you, the lewd squelching and smacking sounds of your hips connecting almost as loud as the strained moans ripping from your throat.

Tendou grabs a fistful of your hair again to pull your drooping head up, letting you fall against his chest as your boneless body bounces on Ushijima’s cock. “Let him see you, pretty girl.”

Ushijima’s pointed gaze flickers back and forth between your glazed, submissive expression, your tits bouncing freely as you can do nothing but lean back and let him abuse your aching pussy, and the stretch of your puffy lips around his thick cock. The combination of all three is enough to do him in, but he holds out, wanting to savor this feeling as long as he’s allowed.

Despite the ache in your muscles you feel light, nearly euphoric as you release any thought of control from your mind. You’re in good hands, the stern commands leading you to this place where you feel wanted and adored from all the praise and attention. The way Ushijima’s cock fills you to the brim and Tendou’s hands roam appreciatively over your body makes the heat in your veins rise to a dizzying temperature, and before long it feels like release is your only option. Overused and overstimulated, your walls contract as white dances behind your eyes and the overbearing pressure in your pussy squeezes as you come with a high-pitched cry, creaming on Ushijima’s cock as his pace stutters.

He may have been able to hold back before, but not now. Your walls squeeze him so tight, so suddenly that with a jerk he unloads inside of you, rewarded with the sight of a mess of cum - his, yours, and Tendous - leaking from your swollen pussy and onto him. He closes his eyes as he finally relaxes, chest heaving and thighs shaking.

You have nothing left to give, leaning your full weight onto Tendou’s chest as he gently pets your damp hair from your flushed face and whispers soft praises. He carefully lifts you, shuffling you until you’re laying on the bed next to Ushijima before reaching over to quickly undo the restraints.

“You did so well,” he says quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed and softly rubbing his thumb over your cheek, “both of you.” An exhausted Ushijima grunts next to you, barely able to do more than rub at the tender red marks on his wrists. “I’ll be right back~”

He hums a little tune as he retrieves a cloth dampened with warm water and two water bottles from the kitchen. Returning to the bedroom, he hands Ushijima one of the water bottles and gets to work cleaning you up. He’ll help you into the bath later, but for now he’ll keep you here with him. Ushijima quickly cleans himself off before flopping unceremoniously back down onto the bed.

Pride swells in his chest at the sight of you two, fucked out and exhausted in his bed. It’s a tight fit, but after grabbing a blanket he manages to snuggle up next to you. Even in your current half-asleep state you cuddle up into his chest, sighing as he pulls the blanket up around you. Ushijima turns to face your back, placing a warm hand on your side and squeezing gently. It’s very grounding, being held by the both of them as you come down from your high.

Eyes closed and already halfway towards sleep, Ushijima mutters a quiet, “Happy birthday.”

Tendou cracks a mile-wide smile, unable to hide the absolute joy he feels. He kisses your sweaty temple and snuggles closer to you.

“Thanks.”

Haikyuu!! Characters as things people I know have said:

Hinata: “How would I get sick? I was already sick this year.”

Kageyama: “It’s part of my new cruelty policy.”

Nishinoya: “I’m fine. Knee pads offer maximum protection.”

Tsukishima: “I love thinking of new ways to insult people.”

Oikawa: “I would forgive my human imperfections if I had any.”

Bokuto: “I put the o in fun.”

Iwaizumi: “I’m angst-ridden.”

Kuroo: “Be quiet! I’m talking about my son.”

Akaashi: “This is above my pay grade.”

Kenma: “I’ve been gaming ever since I woke up today at 2 pm.”

Daichi: “Now that you’ve killed me...”

Tanaka: “I liked her when I was in high school, and I like her now.”

Yamaguchi: “You might be cruel, but I will love you nevertheless.”

Sugawara: “Come on people. Let’s act a little mature here.”

Ushijima: “Ok, but he should have gone to Shiratorizawa.”

i’ve checked your list but i’m not sure if you’re comfortable with lactation kink ? if yes, could you write it with ushijima and girlfriend please ?

a/n: hello !! thank u sm for checking out my list and being super respectful abt it huhuhu ur wish is my smutty command <33

minors dni!!

timeskip!ushijima x reader

warnings: breeding kink, lactation kink, dom!ushijima (lemme know if there’s more!!)

ushijima is such a gentle lover, in spite of his intimidating aura and large build, he always manages to treat you with so much softness and tenderness you’ve never felt before in a lover.

he’s no different in bed, of course. but when you look up at him with those doe eyes and beg him to breed you? something in him snaps, and he can’t help but fulfill your wishes.

he has you on your back, rough, calloused hands from the years he spent training gripping the back of your knees harshly so that your legs were practically pinned at the sides of your head. your hands settled on his back, fingernails raking against his skin, sure to leave marks the next day as you let out the most pornographic moans.

“want me to cum inside you, huh, baby? ‘s that what you want?”

“hah—“ his hips slam against yours in a brutal manner, making your tits bounce with every thrust. “ngh—yes! fuck, breed me, please, toshi.”

“fuck.” he groans, before his hands move to your tits, gripping them roughly, entranced with the way they would spill from the gaps between his fingers, toying with your nipples in between his thumb and forefinger. “yeah? want me to make you a mommy? shit—‘look so good with your tits all big and full of milk, fuck.” he leans his head and starts to assault your tits with his mouth; sucking, biting, and licking all that he could, determined to suck in both your nipples into his mouth at once. “god, wanna suck on these tits, baby, wanna drink all your fucking milk, mommy.” it’s in this moment where your walls clamp down on him, sucking him in so well that his cock twitches inside you, that you know the both of your are close. on the way to your fourth orgasm of the night, your eyes practically roll back into your skull at the immense pleasure he was currently giving you, breasts sensitive from his assault, legs quivering against his shoulders as he continues to piston in and out of you.

“gonna cum for me baby? fuck, ‘m close, too. gonna cum inside this—fuck—pretty fucking pussy, gonna take it all like a good girl for me, yeah? ‘m gonna fill this pussy up, fuck—!”

he thrusts into you once more, so hard that it practically rocks the bed you were on so that the headboard slammed into the wall with a crack, flooding your aching cunt with his cum until you’re stuffed to the brim. he doesn’t pull out of you yet though, you don’t let him, either, even after you’ve both recovered from your highs and he’s kissing you everywhere and telling you what a good girl you’ve been for him.

bergamot haze.

a/n: i listened to a new song that popped up on my youtube feed and here i am writing an angsty thing because of it. you can find your optional background music for this fic here. it might be that i was looking for an excuse to write introspective ushijima, too. for the friend who said it's "not in his character", it can be done. now add him to your harem. also, i am addicted to earl grey tea these days. please do not ask me when the last time i had a sip of water was. i do not know these things.

fandom: haikyuu!!

character: ushijima wakatoshi

genre: angst

warnings: -

word count: 4.1k

“I’m home,” Ushijima said, a force of habit.

He removed his shoes and placed them on the shoe rack by the front door, clearly noting that there were fewer pairs of shoes on it than he remembered. It was out of place, but he didn’t let it bother him. Ushijima shut the door behind him and locked it, and he walked further into the strangely dim apartment.

His slippers were there by the entryway, but yours weren’t.

There was something wrong with the apartment, but he couldn’t quite yet put his finger to it. Everything seemed okay, but the longer he looked at any one thing in the place, the more unseemly it became. Still, Ushijima pushed the uneasy feeling to the back of his mind with a swallow, and repeated his call of “I’m home, Y/N.”

He still didn’t receive a response.

Immediately, he went to the bedroom to check if you were taking a nap at this late hour. Ushijima pushed the door open and expected to find you bundled up on the bed, a reminder about keeping an established sleep schedule already on the tip of his tongue.

You weren’t there.

With a turn of his head, he took in the entirety of the master bedroom, and the feeling that something was very wrong sprung up again and refused to be ignored. A suspicion arose with the feeling, and Ushijima followed it, taking too-wide steps to the door of the walk-in closet.

One look was all it took for him to remember that you had already moved out. The realisation gave an explanation for the creeping feeling of disquiet that clung to him from the moment he unlocked the front door.

You had already moved out.

The shelves in the closet were bare of your clothes. You had an affinity for patterned socks for the longest time, and you were always buying new ones, even when you already had more than a hundred pairs. All hundred something pairs of your socks lined your shared closet and spilled over into drawers and shelves where socks shouldn’t be.

Ushijima never thought he would miss the jumble of colour that your collection of socks brought, but here he was.

You had already moved out.

The new awareness of that fact was starting to sink into his mind and deeper still into his bones, and suddenly, he felt a little bit numb. It was a kind of numbness that he was sure he couldn’t have explained, if ever he went to a doctor and wanted to receive some medication for it. It steeled his feet to the tile of the bedroom floor, and he couldn’t move from his spot even if he willed it.

Ushijima was still wearing his socks from training and his feet were in his house slippers. Even so, there was a cold seeping into his feet and it spread upwards frantically, like a bad fever. A phantom shiver born from a fever that wasn’t real passed over him in waves, decreasing in strength as they came, until it all subsided into numbness.

It was too late to have dinner when he managed to tear himself away from the doorway of the closet. He trudged to the kitchen, feet still too heavy and too cold, and searched for something that he could easily whip up and would fill him enough that he could wait to have a proper breakfast.

Something that would taste good even if he was eating alone.

The kitchen was soon filled with the sounds of cooking when he settled on making an omelette to go with the morning’s leftover rice that he had reheated. Ushijima whirled the centre of the omelette with his chopsticks, watching for when the entirety of the omelette would become opaque and he could flip the whole thing onto the rice.

As he set the table to eat, the two plates of food in his hands felt strange, too heavy. When he remembered again that you weren’t there, he slid what would’ve been your portion of dinner onto his plate and he set down both plates on the dinner table anyway and ate.

It was a strange and bitter experience, to be eating alone at a table for only two when he was used to seeing you at the place you claimed at the other end of it. The silence at the table was broken when the kettle on the stove began to whistle, and Ushijima remembered again that you were the one who liked to drink hot tea with your meals and not him.

He went to switch the burner off and opened the cabinet where you placed your tea. When he grabbed the box from the open cabinet, it too felt too heavy and too cold in his hands. Even reading the label felt wrong in your absence.

However, having set the tea bag in a mug that wasn’t yours and letting it steep, being surrounded by the scent of it was a much greater suffering than merely looking at the box itself.

There was a bright and slightly bitter citrus scent that hung in the air. Even when Ushijima was done with his admittedly too heavy dinner and washed it down with your tea, the scent lingered and followed him.

He didn’t stop to think that maybe he was imagining it.

From: Y/N i left some of my books at your place. mind if i come pick them up tomorrow?

His phone screen lit up with a notification that he had received a text from you. He responded to it with a simple “I don’t mind”, and then he heard your voice in his mind, a little disapproving but mostly fond, telling him that he could stand to use more words. Ushijima’s thumbs hovered over the keyboard. He tried a smiling emoji, but quickly decided against it.

To: Y/N I don’t mind. I will be at home after 4pm. You can come then.

Ushijima stayed in the shower too long after sending you those two texts. There was nothing vaguely affectionate in the short, insignificant text exchange between the two of you. It was as if the relationship that had lasted the rough patches of high school and the uncertainty of entering adulthood was only a delusion of his own mind.

Like he had been going it alone, with only his wishful thinking for company.

When he had gotten dressed for bedtime, he found himself in the other bedroom that you once used as a home office. Sure enough, it was mostly bare, save for several stray novels that you had left behind in your rush to get out and take your things with you.

If Ushijima stared at the now empty bookshelves and desk long enough, he could imagine that everything was back to how it should be. Your books would be lining the shelves, full to nearly overflowing. Some days, they would be sorted by colour. Other days, they would be sorted by height, or language even. Other days still, they were sorted in alphabetical order of the author’s last name.

The notebooks had an entire shelf set apart for them. Your desktop setup would be in the centre of the desk. There would always be a few open books and notebooks scattered about the keyboard, with pens and highlighters and sticky notes with scribbles thrown in the mess. A coaster you knitted yourself would be some distance to the right of the mouse and the mousepad, with your favourite Pompompurin mug filled with tea on it.

And that bright and slightly bitter citrus scent would herald your presence in that room, and he would know that you were at home because he could smell it in the air. Even from the entryway, he would’ve been able to detect it.

Ushijima tossed and turned on his side of the bed, even the most fitful and disturbed sleep eluding him when he needed it. He would’ve thought that practice had worn him out sufficiently, but the scent of citrus kept him up, along with thoughts of you. For some reason, the image of you still in your pyjamas standing at the stove waiting for the water to boil burned in his mind, amongst all the other happy memories he had with you.

The bedroom door was closed and there wasn’t any tea brewing in the kitchen, and yet he could smell it, like the tea leaves perpetually sat underneath his nose. Like the ghost of you was still there in the apartment, brewing tea even at odd hours of the night.

He went to practice the next day with his feet still too heavy and too cold. When his teammates and coach asked him if he was alright, he allayed their concerns and questions by repeating the mantra that he was in good health and that nothing was wrong. They left it at that after a few cycles of Ushijima uttering the same excuse.

The afternoon came too quickly, and he was at the apartment again, sweaty and sore from an appropriately effortful practice. Again, he removed his shoes and noticed that all your footwear was missing from the shoe rack. Again, he noted the absence of your plush house slippers at their rightful place beside his.

Again, the apartment smelled of bitter citrus, even if there wasn’t anyone at home brewing the tea.

From: Y/N i’m already on the way. are you at home?

Ushijima checked his phone after showering again, even if he’d already showered before leaving the gym, and there was a text from you.

To: Y/N Yes, I’m at home now.

“At home”.

It was an oddly intimate way to be saying that he was at his place of residence, especially now that this apartment was only his home and not yours any longer. The words stirred up a hopeful part of him that he had only ever scarcely been aware existed, and he suddenly felt a certain excited anticipation overtaking the sense of dread that came with the knowledge that you were coming home.

You were coming home. To him. To this place that you once shared with him.

Ushijima felt himself tensing up uncharacteristically when a series of gentle knocks echoed from the front door. He put his magazine down on the coffee table and answered the door.

“Y/N,” he said, and he felt a little more like himself, the taste of your name on his tongue still sweet, still familiar, still like home.

You nodded, giving him a smile that he could tell was half-hearted, a practised manner of politeness. “May I come in?”

It was his turn to nod, and he moved out of the way so that you could come on in. Ushijima reached for the small stack of hotel slippers stashed away close to the entryway and handed one to you. You took it with a soft expression of thanks, but you didn’t rip the flimsy plastic open so that you could wear them.

Ushijima looked at you, and you were visibly uncomfortable for the fact that this apartment was your home until two weeks ago. He watched you crinkle the plastic covering the hotel slippers in your hands in a feeble attempt to reach the slippers, as though your hands suddenly lost all their strength from the sheer difficulty of being in his presence. He felt a prickle in his chest at the thought.

After some needless struggling, you set the slippers down on the tile, and most of the pattern of your colourful socks disappeared into them.

“My books?” you asked.

He nodded and led the way to the other bedroom, even if he knew that you knew just as well as he did where it was. Ushijima opened the door for you and gestured for you to enter the room. You said “thanks” again, though your tone and your half-smile told him it was a necessary evil of common courtesy, and you went inside.

As you walked by him to enter the room, there was that bitter scent of citrus in your hair. It wafted into his nose, and the smell hit his senses harder than brewing a cup of tea for himself to drink did.

Were you doing some work at that cafe you liked and drinking tea before coming to meet him here?

“Waka– Um, Ushijima-kun,” you said, and the way you chose to address him hurt more than he let on, his face not betraying a single hint of the storm of emotions that was brewing beneath the surface.

“I was missing a notebook that has some important things in it. It’s not here? Because I swear that... I left it here. Two weeks ago,” you said, hand caressing the surface of your desk. Ushijima stepped into the room with you, but maintained some distance between the two of you for your comfort.

“The cover’s pink. It’s this thick,” you said, turning to him with your hand up and your fingers bent to give him a visual clue on how your missing notebook looked like. “It’s ring-bound and– And hardcover. It’s a kind of pink that you can’t miss. Have you seen it maybe?”

He shook his head. “I have not seen it.”

Your face pinched in apprehension, and instinct almost moved him to approach you so he could kiss that expression away. Instead, he willed himself to stay where he was, his hands gripping the loose fabric of his sweatpants too hard.

“I’ve not touched anything in this room since you left,” Ushijima said. “You might have taken it with you but you weren’t aware of it.”

At his hopefully helpful words, the expression on your face morphed to something more palpably sullen. “The cover is blindingly pink. I can’t have missed it. It has to be here,” you said, gesturing to the room with both your hands.

“It has to be here,” you said again, and he didn’t understand why you repeated yourself.

“But it’s not. I have not seen it. All there is in this room are the novels on the desk. Nothing more.”

You sighed, exasperation clear in the sound and on your face. You scratched at the back of your head, the harsh movements messing up your hair, and you sighed again. Looking him in the eye for the first time since you arrived, you said, “Well. I’m sorry for wasting your time. I’ll get going.”

You tried to sidestep Ushijima to leave the room, but he moved faster and blocked your path of exit.

“Y/N,” he said. “I want to know what’s wrong.”

You wrung your hands in the way you did when you felt distressed. He hated to be the thing that caused you to feel that way, but he left his statement in the air and waited for you to respond.

“Wa– Ushijima-kun,” you said, correcting yourself again. “Wasn’t it obvious?”

Ushijima shook his head.

You suddenly began to withdraw yourself from him, before telling him one day that you wanted to break up and that you were going to move out. He remembered that he had said that you were being “reckless”. Just that one word sparked an argument between the two of you. He hadn’t seen you raise your voice at anyone in anger until that day, and he regretted being the cause of it, even if he hadn’t yet found the words to express it to you. Hadn’t yet found the right way to apologise for it the way you deserved.

The moving company came just two days after you had announced that you were moving out to live with a friend, and the new knowledge that you were serious about leaving was so much for him to process that he hadn’t thought to ask you why.

But now that you were here, after Ushijima has had some time to think, he wanted to get an answer from you. Even if it would be something that he didn’t like, he had to hear it from you.

You let out a forceful exhale, shaking your head at him with a rather hostile expression on your face. He watched you clench your fists, like he’d seen you do before on that day when you had shouted at him because he had called you “reckless”. Despite the almost tangible lump growing in his throat, he swallowed, and readied himself for the tirade that you looked like you were about to unleash on him.

“… You were my best friend,” you said, in a voice that was too small and too bitter and too unlike you. He wasn’t used to you sounding like this.

The outburst he had prepared himself for never came.

Instead, Ushijima waited in the silence that was beginning to feel suffocating, despite the lingering scent of citrus and tea that always surrounded you. He breathed it in as he waited, and it was more bitter than he remembered it being, the scent more like traditional medicine than the fresh peel of a fruit and tea leaves.

The silence toiled on, effortlessly trapping his breath in his throat and making his mouth run dry. He wet his lips with a swipe of the tongue, and he swallowed needlessly in the hopes that it would moisten his throat. Still, Ushijima waited, but you never picked up where you left off.

“Were,” he said, finally. It was a statement, not a question.

You nodded. With a heavy exhale, you were the first one to break eye contact, looking at your feet. Ushijima followed your gaze, watching how the tops of the hotel slippers dented with the skittish wiggling of your toes. It was only then that he noticed you were wearing your favourite Pompompurin socks. You only ever wore those on the days when you felt like you needed a little extra happiness.

It was a bitter realisation to Ushijima that you felt that way because of him. That you expected to be short on happiness, and it was his fault. It was because you were coming to see him.

You only moved your toes like that when you were feeling afflicted. He reasoned with himself that there was nothing here that should make you feel that way, but then he remembered how this conversation began. It began like a rubber band that was pulled too tightly, and it was only now he allowed himself to see how it was fraying and coming close to snapping with every second.

Ushijima wanted to say something to alleviate some of the tension between the two of you. You were slouching, curling in on yourself as you crossed your arms across your chest, like you wanted to disappear from his presence.

“You were my best friend once, Wakatoshi.”

It took him three seconds before the meaning of your words set in fully. It didn’t help that you were still visibly squirming just two long strides away from him.

“I just– I just felt like I was losing my best friend, the longer I was with you. And one day, he was gone,” you said.

You were running your hands back and forth, back and forth across your forearms. Your eyes were still glued to the open door behind him, and Ushijima noticed how your gaze flickered from the door to an empty picture frame beside it in your failed attempts to look him in the eye now.

You took a moment to breathe, and he mirrored it, taking in air when you were and then letting it out at the same time you did.

The sound of you clearing your throat made him look up from tracing the new wrinkles on the tops of the hotel slippers you were wearing.

“Maybe it’s me being sensitive. Or not understanding you as well as I thought I did,” you started, your shoulders bunching up as they rose. “Maybe you felt like you’re losing your best friend too. I-I wouldn’t know. But what I do know is there came a time when I wasn’t happy with you anymore. And that’s important to me, you know? It’s so hard to be happy. Harder still when I’m somewhere that makes me feel the opposite.”

The revelation that you weren’t happy with him crashed into him like a thousand bricks falling from the sky all at once. You weren’t happy with him. He didn’t make you happy. He made you upset, angry, frustrated, disappointed– Ushijima would’ve continued listing the words that came from your lips in his most recent memories of you, every single disagreement he’d had with you that he had all but put aside because he had to focus on volleyball. But what you just said to him was more than enough.

Why did it take you breaking up with him and leaving to know?

“I apologise, Y/N. I should have done better,” he said, and even to his own ears, he sounded like he was being strangled.

Your lips were pinched in a flat line, the fleshy part of them barely showing with how tightly you pressed them together. Ushijima could hear you breathing, how exhausted the sounds you made were. You shook your head at him again, but this time, he was certain he deserved it.

“Ushijima-kun, you had many chances to do better,” you said, your shoulders finally falling as you exhaled. It looked like you had given up on him, and that much was apparent to him, even before counting your words and your tone.

Even so, Ushijima wanted you to reconsider.

“I will do better, Y/N.”

You put a hand out, silently telling him that you didn’t want to hear it, that you already had enough.

“You–You can do better with someone new. I meant it when I said I’m done here,” you said.

He allowed you to walk around him and out of the room, out of the apartment, the last books on the desk that belonged to you safe in the tote bag hanging from your shoulder. When he found the strength to turn around, you were standing by the front door and tugging your shoes on, instead of taking the time to untie the laces and do them up again like you normally would.

It was impossible to misread how eager – desperate almost – you were to leave, and to leave for good.

“Y/N,” Ushijima said, savouring the feeling of your name on his tongue. This might very well be the last chance he had to say it. To call you by your first name as lovers do, and not by your last name as a stranger would.

Though, he was sure he would make that mistake the first dozen times he'd chance upon you.

Your sneaker squeaked against the dark tile of the entryway floor with the force you exerted to shove your foot in. You swung your head in his direction at the call of your name. He had many things he wanted to say to you, to thank you for the years you’ve been steadfast at his side and to give a final goodbye accompanied with well wishes for what would come next in your life. The tears that glistened at the corners of your eyes in the late afternoon glow choked him, and the words he had for you died.

Did you know how beautiful you were? So beautiful that it hurt that this would be the last time he was allowed to be with you, just him and just you.

A sniffle wrinkled the bridge of your nose, and this time, Ushijima could not help running to where you were to scoop you up in his arms. Bitter citrus flooded his senses as he came within an arm’s reach of you. He would’ve caged you to his chest, close enough that it would be difficult to ascertain where he ended and where you began.

But you put out a hand to ward him off. He abruptly came to a stop, his toes hanging off the edge of where the entryway and the rest of the apartment were separated, your palm just a mere whisper away from his chest.

Whatever transpired after that moment was a blur in his memory. You had left the apartment with your novels in a tote bag that you held in your arms but without the pink notebook you were looking for. There were tears in his memory. He couldn’t confidently place whose they were, yours or his. But someone had been crying, in that last meeting.

Ushijima had put the kettle on the stove and brewed himself a cup of your favourite tea after you left, as a consolation of sorts. Perhaps, a final goodbye to you, and all the memories in his head that were coloured by your presence, standing apart from the others that were grey.

It was the only thing he had left of you, after all.

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hiii! hope you’re doing well,, can i request a pt. 2 of them being away at training camp with kageyama, ushijima, iwaizumi, and atsumu? (by no means do u have to do all 4) i really enjoyed the first one!! thank you so much <3

THEY’RE AWAY FOR TRAINING CAMP (PT. 2)

𖦹 part 1 here! ; ft. kageyama, ushijima, iwaizumi, atsumu

notes: THANK U NONIE!! i hope you enjoy this one as well ^_^

𖦹 KAGEYAMA TOBIO

unknowingly reaches for his phone after training. sure, he’s miles away from home, yet he finds himself staring blankly at the screen for five whole minutes before hearing tsukishima snort from behind him.

“if you miss them so bad, just call. gosh, will a tiger bite your ass if you do?” tsukishima shrugs and leaves the room.

definitely feels embarrassed after tsukishima’s suggestion but agrees nonetheless.

his heart immediately flutters once he hears your voice. he hugs his knees and curls up somewhere in the corner of the room, listening to you speak.

“tobio? are you listening?” you ask for the 10th time, then as if on cue, he snores. oh.

𖦹 USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

golden retriever energy !!!

conversations with him are always:

“baby, i miss you :(”

“give me a hug once i get home please”

goes on facetime and tours you around the camp, ignoring the knowing stares of his acquiantances that are silently judging him for being all sweet and cutesy around you.

gets so clumsy while touring you around ( accidentally drops his phone, trips on a staircase, etc. )

your dynamic is basically—you asking him a question and him humming shyly in response.

𖦹 IWAIZUMI HAJIME

mr. “need you, miss you.”

late night calls are always present in your relationship

would take a midnight jog around the campus while listening to you talk about your day

ALWAYS waits for you to end the call first

“hajime?” your voice, soft and tired, silently yawns his name. he hums softly, leaning towards the speaker of his phone.

“sleepy?”

“yeah” you reply, and he smiles softly. “mn, okay. good night, let’s talk again tomorrow.” then a few seconds later, he hears your soft, peaceful breaths through the speaker, and he figured that you already fell asleep and forgot to end the call.

𖦹 MIYA ATSUMU

claims that he “misses you like crazy, it’s insane.”

definitely gets all whiny around everyone, especially osamu ( said twin later takes a picture of atsumu all splayed out on the floor and squirming like a baby )

“ew, can you stop doing that?”

“samu, you’re so mean!”

“i’ll really send this to y/n if you don’t stop.”

sighs a LOT. is also frustrated a LOT. so whoever’s practicing with him has to deal with his monster sets without a break.

"in proximity" | hq, ushijima

content: ushijima asking for help on English is one thing--him sitting just inches away from you is another

tags+warnings: fluff, ushijimaxfem!reader, thirdyear!ushijima, tendou+semi appearance, not proofread

character(s): ushijima

word count: 1.6k

a/n: im sorry in advance this was written on the bus LMAO

Brown shoes pattered as the students of Shiratorizawa started to cluster in the slightly filled classroom. It was lunch break, and you decided to stay in with your feet bouncing slightly and earbuds in, the music blasting so loud it could be heard from the external world. It was so loud you didn’t pick up on the dress shoes cladding on the wooden floor. You were so focused on reading up the next lesson for English that you didn’t feel a tall, looming presence in front of the desk.

“[Y/N].”

A few more seconds passed until an unknown hand plucked your right bud out of your ear.

The muted classroom suddenly filled your hearing, and the chatter of classmates could be heard crystal clear. Your eyebrows furrowed at the action, and you trailed your eyes to follow up the cladded arm until you reached a calm, yet slightly tilted head.

Wakatoshi Ushijima.

Your mouth clamped shut with only a slight hum in response to the stunned and sudden intrusion of the ace on your academy’s precious volleyball team.

Your puzzled expression had you blinking your eyes more than usual, causing him to only slightly clear his throat.

“I know you may not know me, but you’re [Y/N], right?” His expression remained unchanged as if carved from stone. It almost felt like you were in deep trouble with how a million eyes darted right at the two of you.

After quickly glancing around the now hushed classroom, you peered back up at him and nodded, “Of course, I know who you are, Ushijima-san.”

The pressure of possibly being the next target of rumors in the upcoming week terrified you. It was astonishing at the rate and creativity these students could create over the slightest piece of information.

He only nodded in return and began to rummage through the black book bag slung across his body. It took him a moment to finally find what he was looking for, and he stretched out his unwavering hand to reveal another English textbook.

“I was hoping you could tutor me for the upcoming finals.”

“Huh?” You quickly zipped your lips shut as the thoughts in your head blurted out.

Okay, that really stumped you; your eyes scanned the area for some sort of snicker or nudge of the arms as a sign of a prank.

But that wasn’t part of his nature, was it—no, he meant business with how his sandy-brown eyes never left yours.

It wasn’t like he was trying to hide it either. His voice was crystal clear and projected enough for everyone to chime in. You would expect that from the volleyball captain, yet he still needed your help with English.

“What do you need help with?” you continued.

There was a short pause as he suddenly moved away from your gaze, his hand reaching out for a vacant chair and pulling it up next to you. The slightly grating sound of the chair legs scraping against the wooden floor paused any remaining conversation in the classroom, drawing all eyes to the two of you.

His sudden presence filled your senses in seconds as his side profile came into view. The scent of fresh laundry lingered in the air as he was near. You could see the fine details of his chiseled jawline, and the determined set of his brow. Up close, it was no surprise he looked even more handsome.

Suddenly, your palms felt a little sweaty, and the room got a little warmer.

His intense focus and proximity made it hard to breathe steadily. His huge frame caused him to lean back on the small wooden chair, making it creak slightly under his weight. Meanwhile, your frame remained sort of uptight, your back straight as a rod, in fear you might accidentally touch him.

The sheer size of him was overwhelming; his broad shoulders seemed to take up more space than the chair allowed, and his legs spread slightly to accommodate his height. His arm brushed lightly against yours as he reached forward, causing a spark of electricity to shoot up your spine.

He placed the blue textbook next to yours, his large, calloused hands moving with surprising gentleness. Flipping to a certain page, he revealed a passage that had been neatly bookmarked, as if he already knew exactly what he needed help with. The text was underlined and annotated in pencil, showing his efforts to understand it on his own.

His voice, low and steady, broke the silence. "I figured you would be the best to tutor me."

He glanced over at your in-progress notes, his gaze unwavering and thoughtful. The closeness of his presence made the air around you feel charged, every small movement amplified your heightened awareness.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. "I... I’d be happy to help, Ushijima-san."

He nodded appreciatively, his stoic expression softening ever so slightly. “Thank you. I won’t take much of your time. It’s quite difficult to find time after school to study.”

As you started to explain the notes you had been working on, you couldn't help but feel the weight of his gaze on you. It was intense like he was studying every word you said, every movement you made.

The sliding door abruptly slammed open, the force of it causing a few heads to turn in surprise. An overly excited redhead waltzes into the room, a completely annoyed companion trailing behind him.

“I thought I saw ya in the window while walking past, Ushi!” Tendou explained, his mouth wide open with a pearly-white smile, eyes gleaming with mischief. His voice echoed through the now silent classroom, making sure everyone knew of his arrival.

Ushijima barely reacted, his focus still on the textbook in front of him, but a faint sigh escaped his lips. You, on the other hand, jumped slightly in your seat, your eyes widening at the sudden intrusion.

Tendou stopped just inside the doorway, leaning against the frame with a casual, almost theatrical air. Semi stood beside him, his expression shifting into one of mild entertainment at the sight. “And look who you’re with! [Y/N], right?” Tendou’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he peered over in your direction, taking in the view of the English textbooks and your notes spread across the desk.

You nodded, trying to compose yourself. “Yes, that’s right.”

Tendou grinned wider, not moving from his spot. “Tutoring, huh? Just like we sai—uh, thought so!” He straightened up slightly, trying to awkwardly save himself from the slip-up. His eyes darted everywhere as he looked around, trying to gauge the room’s reaction.

The ash-blonde friend next to him raised an eyebrow in amusement, then let out a small scoff, clearly entertained by Tendou's ridiculous attempt to cover up his mistake.

Ushijima glanced at his teammates, his expression unchanging as he blinked up at his two teammates.

“Yes, that’s right.” he parrots you as he responds to Tendou.

Tendou chuckled, his voice carrying easily across the classroom. “Well, we wouldn’t want our star player struggling with finals, would we?” He shot you a teasing grin before wiggling his eyebrows.

Tendou clapped his hands together, the sound startlingly loud in the quiet room. “Alright! Let’s go and nourish our starving bellies, Semi-pooh,” he cooed, waving a hand towards the sliding door.

Semi’s eye twitched as he muttered a curse word under his breath. “Don’t call me that,” he grumbled, his annoyance clear, but he still followed Tendou out of the classroom.

As they left, Tendou continued to chatter animatedly, his voice fading as they walked down the hallway. Semi’s occasional responses, a mix of chuckles and sighs, echoed faintly back into the room.

You were left there dumbfounded in your chair as you couldn’t help but glance back at Ushijima. He, on the other hand, resumed his notes like nothing had happened.

‘Huh, that was weird.’

You decided not to think anything of it.

𓇢𓆸 Later that day

“I told you to sit across from her, not next to her!” Tendou’s voice echoed out from the locker room, a blend of exasperation and amusement in his tone.

Ushijima glanced up from his phone, intrigued. Tendou’s rants were a familiar occurrence, but this time, there was a sharpness to his words that captured Ushijima’s attention.

“You were practically crowding her! I could feel the awkward tension all the way from the doorway!” Tendou continued, his arms waving dramatically as he paced back and forth. His eyes were wide with mock horror, clearly relishing the chance to tease his stoic friend.

“I thought it would be more efficient,” Ushijima said, his brow knitting slightly.

Tendou snorted, laughter reverberating in the confined space. “Efficient, huh? Sure, let’s go with that.” He gave Ushijima a knowing look, his eyes narrowing with playful suspicion. “Come on, Ushi, we both know why you really wanted to sit next to her.”

Ushijima’s expression remained impassive. “I respect her intelligence.”

Tendou’s grin broadened, his enjoyment evident. “Mhm? And you wanted to be close to her too~”

Ushijima’s gaze dropped back to his phone, his fingers idly tapping the screen as he sat on the dark wooden bench, his posture relaxed.

“That’s why I suggested you ask her for help,” Tendou said, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he leaned against the lockers. “You needed an excuse to spend time with her.”

The room was filled with the familiar silence Tendou was accustomed to.

He clapped Ushijima on the shoulder, his cue that he was taking off. “You’ll get the hang of it. Just remember to give the lady a little space next time.”

Ushijima remained seated on the bench, fingers navigating to his contact list. At least he got one thing right: asking for your number.

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