So I went and kicked the horny nest and now I gotta pay! JK, here’s the continuation of the roommate fantasty for Ushijima, I hope it’s enjoyed!
“Dude, she wants you,” Tendou comments lowly, eyes casting to Ushijima’s roommate as she exits the kitchen casting a small wave to him. Wakatoshi grunts non-committedly with a shrug of his shoulders but his eyes follow until she’s completely out of sight. “And you’re so obvious about wanting to jump her bones it’s pathetic,” he adds.
The ace, now big man on his college campus, shoots his eyes back to Tendou. “It’s not just that,” he argues.
Tendou puts up his hands. “Ok, ok, true love and all that shit, but seriously, after what you told me how can you not know she wants you just as bad?”
“Women are hard to read, she could just be…I don’t know…comfortable around me.”
“So, you’re friend-zoned? Is that what you’re saying?”
“I’m saying I don’t know.”
Tendou rubs his temples, frustration on the part of his friend settling in. “Then why don’t you make sure?”
“Because if I’m wrong, then what? Things get awkward, our friendship ruined. I’m not like you Satori, I don’t want just a fuck buddy.”
“Toshi! Language!” Tendou teases acting affronted by the accusation. “And for the record, I don’t have “fuck buddies”; I have detached screws.”
“In your bed or your head?” The sound of his roommate’s voice makes Ushijima nearly jump out of his skin and he prays fervently she hasn’t overheard any more than that.
Tendou, of course, laughs at her joke.
“Oh, you’re a quick one, I knew there was a reason I liked you,” he comments sending a wink to his buddy. Ushijima doesn’t like the look in Tendou’s eyes but before he can do anything further the red head is speaking again. “So, ________, since we’re on the topic, what do you think of fuck buddies? Or, you know, whatever term you deem appropriate for noncommittal sex?”
“I wouldn’t know, I’ve never had one,” she replies with a shrug, no indication of the hammering of her heart evident; at least she hopes not.
“Oooooo, this just got more interesting.” Tendou turns to face her, expression completely serious. “Would you be up for one?”
She cocks one eyebrow. “Are you offering?”
This surprises both males, Tendou sweating a bit as he feels Ushijima’s glare at the back of his head. This wasn’t how he intended the conversation to go at all. He’s Toshi’s wing man, his buddy, his best friend, not a cock block! If anything, he’s trying to be a cock unblocker, which is ironic given his former position in volleyball, the imagery making him laugh.
“What’s so funny?” she asks.
“Nothing,” Tendou says quickly waving his hands in the air, “stupid joke, ignore me.”
“Yes, please, ignore him,” Ushijima remarks gruffly.
His tone surprises her, exposing that he has no idea she was kidding. “But to answer your question,” Tendou continues, drawing her attention back to him, “I wasn’t asking for me.”
“Oh, then who’d you have in mind?”
“Oh come on! How can you-“
The ring of the house phone pierces over his reply, Ushijima thanking whatever gods there are for the interruption. As she heads to answer it, he grabs Tendou by the shirt collar, hauling him up.
“Dude, I’m sorry, I mean, I know she’s quick and all that but shit! She caught me off guard, I wasn’t…I’m not…I’d never-“
“Calm down, shut your mouth and get out. I will deal with this,” Wakatoshi says firmly.
Tendou takes a deep breath. He was only trying to help. Much as he’s built up ridiculously thick skin over the years, knowing Toshi’s pissed at him stings. It stings a lot. Gathering his jacket, he makes strides for the door only to hear from behind, “Get out of your own head Satori. We’re fine.” He casts a glance backwards, small smile of thanks on his face before walking out the door.
“Where’s Satori-kun?” she asks upon return to the living room.
“He had to go,” Wakatoshi says simply.
“Oh, I, uh, hope he knew I was kidding.” He doesn’t say anything. “I hope you know I was kidding. I would never, with him, I mean, he’s great but…not my type.”
“It’s fine, Satori tends to…not think before speaking sometimes. So, if he made you uncomfortable-“
“I’m not that innocent Toshi,” she remarks heading towards the bathroom. The bathroom. The place where she witnessed his succumbing to want and desire, images and sounds echoing in her mind night after night. Shaking her head, she closes the door, intent on washing her frustrations down the drain.
In the living room, Ushijima flops onto the couch, head full of thoughts of her. Her wearing the shortest damn skirt he’d ever seen in his life, her in boy shorts and a t-shirt doing laundry, her wrapped in a nothing but a towel.
And every thought of her leads to thoughts of him and her. Together. Naked.
Groaning, he stands, heading to his room to put on sweats and running shoes. He needs to expend his energy. But as he passes the bathroom, a low moan caresses his ears making him stop abruptly. Is she in pain? Should he go in and check on her? Another moan, this time a bit louder has him risking the threat of embarrassment to ensure she’s ok. He knocks faintly but she can’t hear him over the din of the water.
Testing the knob, he finds it unlocked and turns it, steam billowing around him. Once his eyes adjust, they widen, dick firming up hard and fast at the sight of her covered in suds, hair wet, and hand between her thighs.
And from her parted lips, spills, “Toshi.”
So maybe Tendou’s right and he’s an idiot but Wakatoshi has always needed things clearly stated and there’s nothing unclear about her now. She wants him. She wants him enough to touch herself and moan his name and by god he’s going to give her what she wants.
The sound of the door shutting firmly startles her, eyes wide as she watches him shuck his shirt and jeans to the floor. He’s moving quickly, not letting himself back down. Her eyes shoot to his groin, heat and moisture pooling quickly when she sees how hard he is.
“______,” he grunts, pushing her against the tile, water streaming over his back.
“Toshi,” she pants back and then moans as he kisses her. He doesn’t have a lot of experience, a few make out sessions in high school and some at frat parties Tendou dragged him to but with her, he knows what to do because he’s imagined it so many times.
Large, calloused hands caress her stomach, trailing up to cup breasts he’s dreamed about for months. He tweaks her nipples, drawing them to hard peaks making her sigh into his mouth. Releasing her for breath, he trails kisses down her throat, wrapping his arms around her waist as hers fall around his neck. He delves lower, grabbing fistfuls of ass making her squeak. The sound is cute despite their debauchery.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, tongue teasing the shell of her ear, teeth tugging her lobe sending shockwaves of pleasure down her body.
There’s so much he wants to do to her, so much he wants done, that Wakatoshi is momentarily at a loss so he kisses her again, focusing on the feel of her flesh beneath his hands, the writhing of her body against his, the wringing of his hair amongst her fingers. Rising her off, he turns the taps, cutting off the water and drawing her back.
His room feels too far, so he lays on the tile floor, pulling her down upon himself. “Ride me,” he groans and she nods agreement.
Settling more comfortably, or as comfortable as possible given the hardness of the floor, he waits with baited breath as she lines up, sinking inch by glorious inch onto his weeping cock. “Oh fuck you feel amazing.” His voice is tight, thick with need and hers is lost to the sensation of the feel of him filling her up.
He settles his hands on her waist, helping to guide her down until she’s flush against him. Bending his knees, he lifts his hips in a quick thrust and she swears she sees the stars. “Oh god, Toshi, again, please.” Her begging is beautiful, head cast back exposing all of her to him.
He thrusts again, eyes following the bounce of her breasts and the sight is even more erotic than his imagination supplies when he thinks of her. “________,” he moans and the tone is more guttural, more exquisite to hear now that she’s finally with him.
Her eyes open halfway and her smile is coy as she confesses, “I saw you.”
He stops moving, eyes meeting hers. As comprehension dawns, he feels his cheeks grow hot. Of all the things to be embarrassed about! Then he growls, thrusting up harder making her gasp. “So, you were being a fucking tease.” Ushijima lifts her off of himself and for a moment she’s worries she’s ruined everything by her peeping tom episode but the next second he has her on her knees, tile digging into sensitive flesh.
“You’re a bad girl, _________, and bad girls will be punished.” The tone of his voice, his manhandling her, his dirt talk, all of it breeds passion anew from her head to her toes.
Ushijima wastes no time, gives no warning, just slams into her from behind smacking her ass for good measure. He wraps his hand in her hair, tugging harshly to bring her head near his mouth. “Watching you ride me was good fun but now I’m gonna really show you what I’ve thought of doing to you. I hope you’re ready, _______.”
His thrusts grow faster, harder, deeper, fingers digging into her hips. She cries out as he spanks her ass over and over, her knees rubbing raw but she barely acknowledges the pain. Ushijima clasps her shoulders, driving even harder before scratching red welts down her back making her hiss. Switching positions again, he ends up on the ground on his ass, her back to his chest and his hands grasping her breasts, molding, tweaking, slapping, all of it driving her pleasure to the stratosphere.
His teeth nip her neck, lips and tongue sucking to leave marks, evidence of his claim. She knows that’s what he’s doing and she wants it, she wants the whole world to know she belongs to Ushijima Wakatoshi.
“Toshi, please,” she begs, tears standing in her eyes, “I can’t take it anymore, please, let me come!”
His only reply is a hand between her legs, fingers swirling and pinching her clit until she’s screaming for mercy. Finally, he presses just the right button and she comes so hard all sounds from her cease, her mouth open in a wide “O” as fire rips through her. The clench of her walls pulls him to completion, seed spilling and filling her to the brink and beyond.
Panting heavily, Ushijima falls back against the door, dick still buried deep in her core. Resting his head against her back, he breathes out, “I…I love you, ________.”
Moving gingerly, body already feeling the effects of his intensity, she extracts him then turns, settling back down into his lap. Warm, wet lips meet his in a soft kiss. When she relinquishes his mouth, she smiles, looking into his eyes. “I love you too, Toshi.”
The eagerly awaited sequel has arrived! Once again you have outdone yourself, darling! 😉 Thank you smooch for taking the time contribute to our even days, I appreciate it as well as everyone who follows the blog! If you enjoyed this, follow @vball-baes-bball-babes for more!
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