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A, B, D, E and F for my babies Ushijima and Aomine? Thanks for you hard work bby❤

Ushijima

Aftercare (What
they’re like after sex): Ushijima is a man of very few words and this trend
continues in the bedroom. His aftercare comes in the form of strong arms
wrapped tenderly around you with soft kisses to your temples and cheeks. If you
want a bath, he’ll gladly run it for you, carrying you in to settle amongst the
bubbles and some scented candles.

Body part (Their favorite
body part of theirs and also their partner’s): His favorite body part on
himself are his hands. They are his bread and butter while also being the
instruments he uses most to pleasure you. On you, he loves your hips,
they give him something to hold onto when he’s driving in from behind.

Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of
theirs): Before you two became intimate, he accidently saw you in the shower and
the image was his masturbating fantasy long before he ever got the chance to
touch you for real.

Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what
they’re doing?): Ushijima is not someone who will sleep with just anyone, preferring
to wait until he has a strong emotional connection with the person he’s with.
So while he may not be exceptionally experienced or skilled initially, he makes
up for it in practice.

Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably
include a visual): It might sound boring but hear me out: Missionary. This is
because Ushijima loves the feeling of being pressed up against all of you,
feeling not only your skin, but your breathing, inhaling your scent as he
kisses your neck, just being warm all over. It makes him feel powerful to have
you writhing beneath him, trusting him to take care of you.

Aomine

Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): This depends on a
couple of factors. One: what he was doing before you have sex and two: how
rough was he with you? Was it fairly vanilla, just a quick romp in the sheets
to take the edge off or to just reconnect? Most likely he’ll pull you flush
against himself, chest pressed to your back and falling asleep quickly while he
holds you. If it was a longer session filled with teasing, edging and rough
fucking he’ll take his time massaging all your weary limbs, giving you
compliments on how good you were and kissing you gently.

Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their
partner’s): Aomine is particularly fond of his torso (chest and abs together).
He knows he’s damn sexy and he’s worked hard to build muscle to play hard at
his favorite game. Is there really any question for the partner? BOOBS! Small,
large, perky, slightly sagged, doesn’t matter. He loves the boobs. Give him the
boobs.

Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of
theirs): Has had pity sex with an acquaintance whose boyfriend cheated on her. He’s
not necessarily ashamed of it but he doesn’t talk about it either.

Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what
they’re doing?): Aomine has a high sex drive so he definitely has quite a bit
of experience. He knows how to touch, tease, kiss and lick you into submission
but is not above learning new things. Sex is the one area of his life he does
not mind practicing.

Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably
include a visual): Despite being a breast man, Aomine’s fave position is doggy
style. He loves the animalistic nature of this position and the sight of you
completely at his mercy. He doesn’t abuse the power, he just revels in it. Smacks
to the ass are par for the course.

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Because I can’t get enough of your writing, so I hope you don’t mind if I request songfic of Ushijima and his gf.. The song is Last Kiss by Taylor Swift and the situation is based on the lyrics.. Thank you😄

Really angsty and short but I feel like it captures the
essence of the song. I hope you like it!

Last Kiss by Taylor Swift – Ushijima

Sitting on the floor of your bedroom, you stare at the
images going past your thumb as you scroll through seemingly endless pictures
of Wakatoshi and his team. Sadness clenches your heart, squeezing like a vice
until tears drip down your cheeks. You weren’t surprised that he took the opportunity
given to him to join the ranks of a professional team. No, you
were surprised when a week after he left, he texted you to say it was over.
When you asked what he meant he replied bluntly, “Our relationship. I just can’t
focus the way I need to knowing you’re back home waiting for me. I’m sorry,
_____, but you’ll find someone who really deserves you.”

After that, you never heard from him again; at least not
directly. You and Tendou had become quite close during your years of dating his
best friend and even though it was a bit awkward, the friendship remained after
the breakup, mainly because Wakatoshi wasn’t around. The one to make it
awkward, you suppose, is you because you can’t stop yourself from asking about
your ex every time you and Tendou manage to get together.

“______-chan, you need to let him go,” he said one day over
coffee. “This isn’t healthy. He’s…he’s not coming back and even if he did, and
I say this still loving the guy like my bro, would you even want him after what he did?”

That question smacked you in the face like a cold, wet towel
but you knew the truth. You knew, given the chance, you would take Wakatoshi back.

And that set you on a trail of fantasies, dreams of him
returning to Japan with flowers and sweet words and acting pretty much nothing like the man you dated but so
much what you longed for to happen. Only all of it blew up in your face today when
pictures of him and one particular woman started popping up on social media.
She’s a volleyball player, of course, gorgeous, well-built and with a nice
smile. You want to hate her, but you can’t.

But you can’t hate him either. Because if this is what could
have happened while you were still together, well, maybe it was for the best
that he severed the ties so ruthlessly.

A mirthless chuckle exits your lips into the silence of the
room and you curl up, clad in his old high school sweatshirt, knowing that for
you, the longing and the want is far from over.

You just hope you don’t end up dying from a broken heart.

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L: Location (Favorite place(s) to do the do)

Kuroko: Kuroko is a traditional when it comes to sex. He
likes to be somewhere secluded with preferably a lockable door. Of the
available options meeting this requirement, his favorite place to connect
intimately is your room because he’s literally surrounded by you (your scent,
your décor) all of it lets him lose himself in you.

Aomine: Never one to turn down an opportunity when it arises
(pun thoroughly intended) Aomine is game for almost anywhere but one of his
absolute favorite spots is his napping nook on the roof. You surprised him
there one day, jokingly suggesting you knew one way to wake him up and he took
your words at face value. Now, whenever he’s up there, he gets horny from the memory
and so takes you with him. Getting sex and
a nap? Win/win baby.

Ushijima: Also fairly traditional, Ushijima prefers to keep
private things private so will most likely not be into the idea of having any
sort of intimate relations outside of a bedroom or hotel. That being said, if
he’s particularly fired up after a game, he has been known to take you hard and
fast in the locker room when he knows there’s no chance of being caught.

Haizaki: He’ll take you whenever and wherever, honestly this
boy has no shame. His favorite spot? Up against a window. He’s slightly into voyeurism
(both watching and being watched). Plus, he likes rubbing in other people’s
faces the fact that you’re his to do with what he wants.

Tanaka: Poor boy took a long time to admit it because of
being embarrassed but he really loves when the two of you have sex in the
storage room at the gym. Call it cliché if you like, he just loves the slight
danger of getting caught coupled with being with you in a place that’s
basically his second home.

Nishinoya: All.about.the.shower. Noya loves the feel of your
body slicked up by the water even if it does make doing the actual act
challenging. Most likely here is where the warm up is started (heavy kissing,
petting, fingering) before he tugs you to the bed and screws you senseless.

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks,
etc)

Kuroko: As stated above, he’s not really into risks, so he’d
be less likely to want to try anything too advanced. But if you really insist,
he’ll at least try what you’re asking of him.

Aomine: If you want to try it, he’s probably game, just nothing
up the butt (for him that is) thank you very much. If others want it, fine, but
he’s just not into it.

Ushijima: Less likely to want to venture far into the void.
He spends so much time working on volleyball that he doesn’t want to have to
think too much on how to do anything exceptionally new..

Haizaki: Haizaki likes to be in control so anything that
challenges that or makes him feel unsure of his ability to perform will be
denied. And since he’s able to continually bring you pleasure, he doesn’t see
the need to add anything too complicated into the mix. If it ain’t broke, don’t
fix it!

Tanaka: He’s eager to please so if you want to try
something, he’ll most likely say yes, just give him consistent reassurance or direction
if it’s something completely foreign to him and he’ll be fine. Also, option to
tell you he didn’t like it without the fear of negative consequences is key.

Nishinoya: This boy is genuinely curious and so would be
willing to take a chance every now and again to spice things up. If he doesn’t like
it, he’ll tell you. If he loves it, he won’t have to, his moans will be enough
to tell.

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture
or words)

Kuroko: Kuroko’s member is of average length but a good
girth; pretty much the perfect type to have gentle, easy sex while still
stimulating all the right spots.

Aomine: Long, strong but slightly
slender (not thin). He knows he’s
packing good heat and definitely puts his hips to good use in driving it home.

Ushijima: Thick and veined, this boy is packing extreme
heat. It’s basically a third lower limb when fully erect so he takes his time
with preparing you.

Haizaki: Slightly curves to the left but definitely of good
caliber in the length and width department. He’s surprisingly groomed as well
which makes for a more pleasant experience when giving him head.

Tanaka: Just above average length and girth, and almost
perfectly smooth. He’s also one who keeps himself well trimmed and
exceptionally clean.

Nishinoya: Don’t let his stature fool you, Noya has every
right to be a bit cocky. While his length is in proportion to his body size, he
makes up for anything lacking inches with his stamina and speed.

Is it okay if I want to change my KiyoKiyo ask? If you don’t mind, I wanna change it with reader insert, where the both of them(Ushiwaka and Ahomine) have a crush on reader-chan? Thanks my lovely💕

Soooooo, this was for the 500 follower crossover celebration…you
are a lovebug for being so patient with me taking my sweet ass time and it’s
not even that great. So, apologies if this is lame but I hope it isn’t and that
you like it!

Aomine flashes you a flirtatious grin as he lays up another
flawless shot.

“Good job, Aomine-kun!” He hears your voice above the din of
the crowd, his ears finely tuned to the pitch of your voice. He’s pretty sure
he’s never fallen this hard for someone before and though he breathes
confidence, the idea of confessing to you makes his chest tighten uncomfortably.
He’s not used to feeling doubt.

“Get your head in the game Aomine,” Imayoshi comments lowly.

“Tch, I could win this with my eyes closed by myself,” he
snaps back, running further down the court.

The game ends in Too’s favor, not really surprising anyone.
After cooling down and the team meeting, Aomine is out of the locker room, eyes
eagerly seeking for your form. But when he finds you, his face sets into an
even deeper scowl than normal. Who the hell is the giant looming over you and
why do you have that starry look in your eyes?

He quickens his pace, calling out, “Hey, _____-chan!”

You look up, smile just as bright as before and he doesn’t
know whether to feel thankful or irritated that you’re giving him the same look
you just gave the male standing next to you.

“Aomine-kun, you were great!” you say.

“You know I know that already, right?” he teases earning a
sock to his arm. “Geez, you hit like a girl,” he rumbles ruffling your hair. He’s
completely ignoring the other presence, clearly showing he’s not interested in
who he is, just waiting for him to leave you and he alone.

But you’re too polite for that kind of behavior.

“Aomine-kun, this,” you say stretching your hands towards
the other male, “Is Ushijima Wakatoshi, one of my friends from junior high.”

Aomine finally looks at the brunette, tilting his chin up in
a slight greeting, only doing so because he doesn’t want to be rude to you.

“Nice to meet you,” Ushijima rumbles sticking out his hand.
Aomine grips it tightly, shaking once then dropping it.

“So, you ready to go?” Aomine asks looking back at you.

You bite your bottom lip which almost has Aomine groaning
for two reasons. One, you look damn sexy when you do that and two, it’s your
tell that you’re about to say something he isn’t going to like.

“I’m sorry, Aomine-kun,” you say softly, “but Ushijima-kun
is only in town for tonight and we haven’t seen each other in such a long time.
Can we do a rain check?”

“Why don’t we all just go out together?” Imayoshi’s voice
draws all of your attention. “It isn’t every day we meet such an astute
representation of our country, at least in terms of volleyball.”

Ushijima bows slightly to the compliment before looking back
at you. “It’s your call, _____-chan,” he says.

“Um, sure! Let’s go,” you reply and the whole basketball team
plus one volleyball player and you head off to a local restaurant. The evening
goes fairly well, despite Aomine’s irritated glares sent to Ushijima whenever
he seems to get a little too close to you. It’s clear to the ace he’s
interested in you but you seem just as oblivious to his advances as you are to
Aomine’s.

At the end of dinner, while you’re in the restroom and the
rest of the guys are paying their bills, Aomine leans toward Ushijima saying
lowly, “Let’s get one thing clear. You’re a part of _____-chan’s past, I’m part
of her present and her future. So
back off.”

Ushijima, unruffled as ever, meets the hard stare of the
basketball prodigy and shrugs. “At the end of the day, it’s _____-chan’s
choice. But we have history, so don’t think you’ve got this in the bag,” he
replies.

“What’s in the bag?” you ask stepping out of the door.

“Nothing,” they both reply then look at you. And in that
moment, a lingering apprehension forms in the back of your mind; just what were
these two talking about anyway?

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It’s all over. The homework, the exams, the reports. No more
practice with his same team, no more horror movie marathon thrust upon him by
Tendou. In two days, he’ll be moving back home for a quick break before heading
off to university.

But all of that fades to black as your hands wrap around his
neck tugging him into another heated kiss. Ushijima is hovering above you,
strong arms caging you in but he’s concerned about hurting you so he holds his
weight at bay, leaving you yearning for more. His shirt is gone, thrown
somewhere to a corner of his room while yours is in the process of being tugged
from your body. When one large hand grasps your still bra encased breast a gasp
leaves your lips.

“Did I hurt-“

“No!” you interrupt emphatically, “but you’re killing me
with the teasing.”

“I’m not teasing you,” he answers honestly, stopping long
enough to look in your eyes. “Why do you want to rush this?”

His blunt question catches you momentarily off caught. You
caress his cheek with the backs of your fingers, eyes going softer to convey
the sincerity of your words. “I’m not, Toshi, I’m just…I want you so bad. I
have for a long time and now that it’s finally happening,” you shrug losing his
gaze, “I guess I’m impatient.”

He nods in understanding. It’s not like he isn’t eager but he
wouldn’t do this with just anyone. He loves you, more than he thought it
possible for him to ever love another person and the idea of barreling through
your first time together doesn’t sit well with him.

“Just, let me enjoy you,” he says leaning back down, “and
hopefully you’ll enjoy me too.”

“I always enjoy you, Wakatoshi,” you whisper closing your
eyes when he kisses your neck again gently.

He hums appreciatively, leaning up and drawing you with him.
Despite his outward calm appearance, Ushijima is shaking to his core. It isn’t
just because he wants to take his time with you that he’s moving slow;
inexperience definitely plays a part in his hesitancy. This becomes a bit more evident
when his large fingers can’t properly grasp the hooks of your bra. He lets out
a low grunt of frustration, the effort to keep you upright and pull apart the
stubborn tab straining his patience.

You move to a more properly seated position and press on his
chest. “Let me,” you offer with a shy smile. He nods, letting go and moving
back to give you some room to move. Slowly your arms contort to reach behind
you, nimble fingers unhooking the contraption with practiced ease. As the
straps slide down your arms and the main fabric falls away, Ushijima feels his
pulse racing, blood roaring in his ears like a waterfall.

You’re absolutely stunning and he’s only gotten you half
naked at this point.

With trepidation he lifts his hands, touching you feather
lightly making your heart pound against your ribs. Your eyes close as you focus
on the sensation of his hands upon untouched flesh for the first time. An
unexpected warmth against your nipple makes you gasp, eyelids flying open to
find Wakatoshi bent forward at a slightly awkward angle to take you into his
mouth. You arch invitingly, knowing you should probably lie back to give him
better access but even this feels amazing enough that you don’t want to move.

He makes the decision for you, hand settling to the small of
your back and pulling to shift your hips while he presses you back down onto
the mattress, the whole time never relinquishing his mouth from your breast. An
experimental roll of his tongue followed by a gentle nip has you keening and he
feels his length harden considerably in response. His pants are getting
uncomfortably tight but he doesn’t want to stop.

He feels the call to haste burning in him now, the patience
he asked you to have breaking within himself. He wants you so bad it hurts. His
mouth leaves your breast to capture your lips, his kiss hard, hot and messy,
hand grasping your hair tightly. When he moves to breath, he pants out, “Much
as I want to savor taking off your clothes, I can’t wait that long.”

“Fine by me,” you agree hastily, skirting out from under him
to shred the rest of your clothes while he does the same.

Ushijima takes one moment to make sure the condom and lube
are within easy reach before his body is covering yours once more. His flesh is
almost burning in the fever of his want. You can feel the rush of the blood in
his veins under the fingers you have clenching against his neck. The feeling of
hard and hot is all over you, the result of years of training and working out
to become the best, to be the best. But
the press of his member against the slick of your core draws your focus.

This is really happening.

Ushijima still won’t put his full weight against you but the
feel of your skin is intoxicating. “_____,” he grunts, mouth moving faster over
your skin. It feels like he’s everywhere at once, trying to taste all of you in
one go and the fervency of his attack makes you lose your breath. Teeth scrap
against you, hands and fingers grasping and clenching the soft of your flesh,
kneading your muscles, molding you as he wills. You’re completely in his hands,
and arms and legs and…oh god you can’t stand to wait anymore.

“Please, Toshi,” you beg, “I need you.”

He clenches his eyes shut, trailing his hand to touch the
joining of your intimates. He inserts one thick digit, remembering the
importance of preparation. Tendou, for all his flaws and oddities, had been a
surprisingly good source of information in regards to sex due to his experience
with his college freshman girlfriend.

Wakatoshi gently pushes in a second finger, lips fastening
on your neck and sucking hard drawing a gasp from your throat. Hot puffs
of your breath hit his ear, your moans and mewls of need and want nearly making
him come right then and there. He’s pretty sure he’ll explode the second he
enters so with great reluctance, he withdraws his fingers and grabs the condom.

Getting it on proves a bit of a challenge, but he manages to
do so without breaking it. He moves into position, locking eyes with you before
asking, “Are you ready?”

You nod quickly, closing your eyes again as he enters, slow
and steady, stretching you inch by inch. It burns and is uncomfortable but you
want this too badly to stop now. He waits for a moment when you take in a long
suck of air and hold your breath.

“Are you ok?” he asks voice strained with the effort to hold
his body still.

“Yes, just keep going,” you say through clenched teeth.

He hates that this hurts you, but you both knew it was
unavoidable. Nodding once, he continues on, filling you up to the brink. When
he’s fully seated within your heat, you both let out long sighs, just savoring
the feeling of being joined as one.

After a few moments, the unexpected shift of your hips makes
Ushijima gasp; the friction this deep is amazing!

“Please, Toshi, you can move now,” you implore.

He doesn’t waste a moment, drawing back before pushing back
in, slowly at first both to let you get used to the feel of him and also so he
doesn’t come right away, though he’s sure he won’t last much longer than he
has.

Your arms wrap around his broad shoulders, pulling him down
further to touch your chests together.
“Toshi, I won’t break, I want to feel all of you,” you say looking in his eyes.
He kisses you then, tugging your lower lip into his mouth and sucking firmly.
His thrusts come a little harder, a little faster and when you scratch his back
with the blunt of your nails he groans into your mouth.

“_____, I…I love you,” he says, voice thick with emotion.

“I love you too, Tosh,” you reply then kiss him hard.

Ushijima feels your inner walls clench him tightly, almost
stealing his breath. He grunts once, thrusts becoming a bit more erratic as he
nears his peak. With one last hard shove, he comes apart, spilling into the
condom and moaning into your neck. When he lifts his head to look at you, he
finds a sweet smile on your face.

Then realization dawns on him. “Did you…did you get to..” he
trails off, embarrassed despite still being buried within you.

After a second’s hesitation, you shake your head no but before
he can bemoan his failure your lips are back on his mouth. You pull away just
enough to say, “We have the whole night, not everything has to be or will be
perfect. Other than, of course, the fact that I’m doing this with you.”

He allows a small smile to grace his lips at your words,
touching your face tenderly before kissing you again. He slides out and off of
you to dispose of the condom, eager to return the pleasure you provided him.

It makes for a long night, but neither of you care because you’re
here, together, showing your love in new and exciting ways.

And there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. 

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Ushijima songfic with Back to December by Taylor Swift, thank you

Back to December by Taylor Swift – Ushijima

Looking out the window, you release a heavy sigh. The shift
of your legs makes you wince as cheap vinyl pulls against exposed skin. You
cross your legs left over right, then right over left unable to find a
comfortable position but you know it has little to do with the bench and
everything to do with the reason you’re here.

Minutes tick by slowly, each shift of the clock hand feeding
into your anxiety. Will he even show up?

Each tinkle of the bell above the diner door draws your
attention to it. If you continue moving your head so fast you’re liable to get
whiplash, but every time you’re met with disappointment when the one you’re
waiting for doesn’t appear.

Five then ten minutes past your designated meeting time
passes and you’re shifting around again.

“Anything I can get you while you’re waiting?” asks the
waitress, pen poised to her pad.

“No thank you, not really hungry,” you answer, apology
implied in your tone.

She shrugs her shoulders, moving on to tend on customers
with aspirations of grease and sugar consumption.

Glancing at the clock you find he’s almost twenty minutes
late but you’re not mad. You’re not even surprised to be honest. Why would he
even want-

Your thoughts are cut off as a presence takes residence
across your table capturing your attention immediately. A startled hitch in
your breath is the first thing which greets the man now seated opposite of you.

“Go-good evening, Ushijima-san.” The use of his last name
casts a bitter taste in your mouth but you dare not use his first; you lost
that privilege a long time ago. His face, if possible, is more impassive that
ever but you can’t blame him. Silence reigns supreme, the two of you just
looking at each other. It’s broken by the arrival of your long-suffering
waitress asking if she can get anything for him. He asks for water and she
moves away to gather the requested beverage.

“So, how are things? How’s your family?” you ask forcing
geniality into your tone.

He shrugs, nodding thanks to the waitress when she drops off
the water. He sips it, eyes never leaving your face and the severity of his
scrutiny makes you twitch.

“I heard about the battle for nationals,” you can’t help
saying. “Sorry,” you add quickly, unclear if you’re apologizing for their loss
or bringing it up at all. Ushijima doesn’t bother with a response. “So, have
you thought about college?”

“_______-san, why are you here?”

Ushijima’s voice is just as you remember it; steady, calm,
seemingly indifferent but you can see a torrent of well withheld emotion
stirring up in his eyes. Seems even he’s incapable of remaining as stoic as a
mountain all the time.

You swallow once, wishing you’d had the foresight to ask for
water as well because suddenly your mouth feels like it’s full of sand.
Ushijima, being the gentleman he is, proffers his glass which you take thankfully.
After gulping a draft of the cool liquid, you clear your throat.

“I…I guess I should just come right out with it.” Your eyes
meet his. “Ushijima…Wakatoshi, I…I miss you. I miss you so much and I realize
what a stupid mistake I made letting you go and I’m so sorry for hurting you
like that. I wanted to see…I mean…is there any way you can forgive me?”

Ushijima’s jaw clenches in discomfort at your words. He
sighs, closing his eyes. When he opens them again, you can see it clearly; this
is very much too little too late.

“I have forgiven you, _______-san,” he confirms, “But if
you’re seeking reconciliation, that isn’t going to happen. I may have forgiven
you, but I can never forget what you did.”

His words pierce your heart like a knife but you know it’s
so much less than what you deserve. You broke his heart; his precious,
carefully guarded heart that he opens to so few and you’d gone and stomped on
it. All because of stupid, petty jealousy and fear.

Standing, you offer a slight bow, tears trailing down your
cheeks despite your best effort to hold them back. “I appreciate you meeting
with me at all and I understand your decision. Just know that…I do love you and
if you ever change your mind-“

“I won’t so don’t do something stupid like say you’ll wait
for me. I wish you all the best, ______-san,” he interjects gruffly.

More pain hits and it’s suddenly harder to breathe but
somehow you manage to inhale then exhale. Getting your legs to work takes a
moment longer but soon enough your back in the heat of the summer, but your mind
is months in the past remembering that fateful December day where you’d let the
worst of yourself throw away the best thing to have ever happened to you.

And you only have yourself to blame.

Can you do Colbie Caillat’s You Got Me? And Ushijima Wakatoshi as the character mehehe i chose this song because it would be so cute for ushijima to like someone so much he could burst any moment 😁 please and thank you! 😊

Awww! I agree that it would be super cute to see him
crushing on someone. I hope you like what I came up with!

You Got Me by Colbie Caillat – Ushijima

“So, I was thinking, we could go to that new movie this
weekend,” Tendou says only to discover that his best friend is no longer next
to him. Whirling around, the middle blocker makes his way back to where
Ushijima is standing stock still in the middle of the hallway, his eyes fixated
on something. Following his line of sight, Tendou’s look of curiosity turns to
one of mirth when he realizes what, or rather who, Wakatoshi is staring at.

There you stand, mouth wide open in a full-blown laugh that
carries down the hall in both directions. Even from this distance both the boys
can see your eyes shining with jubilee as you respond to whatever it is your
friend just said that made you laugh so hard.

You’re stuck on me and
my laughing eyes

I can’t pretend though
I try to hide

I like you. I like you

“You know, instead of always staring, you could try talking
to her?” he hazards elbowing his friend.

Ushijima starts out of his haze, eyes narrowing in minor
annoyance but he doesn’t reply, merely turns and continues on his way as though
the whole interaction never happened. Tendou sighs falling back into step with
the stoic ace, continuing to chide him about telling you how he feels.

I think I felt my
heart skip a beat

I’m standing here and
I can hardly breathe

You got me, yeah, you
got me

“There’s nothing to tell,” his baritone voice proclaims but
Tendou cuts off further protest with a laugh.

“Oh sure, like you haven’t been half stalking her for the
better part of the year!”

Ushijima glares again but Tendou is unaffected. He pokes him
in the chest. “It’s our third year, you should make a move!”

A few days later, Ushijima is again walking through the
halls but this time he’s sans Tendou who had to stay behind to work on a group
project. Just as he rounds a corner, he sees you descending the stairs, a pile
of precariously stacked books blocking your vision. He hurries his steps when
he sees you’re about to miss one.

With a startled yelp, you release the books as your foot
hits air instead of what you presumed to be the ground floor, realizing too
late you over shot the last stair and are on your way to a nasty fall. The
sound of books crashing to the floor surround you but you’re too caught up in
the feel of someone’s hand in yours to take further notice of it. A sharp tug makes
you wince but you’ll take a shoulder strain over a sprained ankle or bruised
tailbone any day.

Another hand, linked to a strong, powerful arm, wraps around
your waist to hold you better upright and the next moment your eyes are locked
to those of Ushijima Wakatoshi. Your body is tense, heart thundering in your
chest but you’re not sure if it’s solely from the narrow escape of your date
with the ground or the proximity of Shiratorizawa’s ace to your person. His
body is rock solid, a pillar holding you up like you weigh nothing at all.

The way you take my
hand is just so sweet

Wakatoshi can feel his pulse beating erratically, the feel
of you pressed so close to him making his head swim. He’s never felt like this
about anything, not even volleyball if he’s honest. Neither of you seem sure of
what to do so you remain frozen in the moment until he blinks. It’s as if the
spell of stagnation breaks and you’re moving apart in sync, you stammering
apologies and he working to say something more intelligible than “hmm”.

“Thank you so much Ushijima-san, gosh, what a klutz I am,”
you say stooping to begin picking up your burdens.

Ushijima crouches next to you, also picking up books, and
when you smile at him he feels his heart almost stop; he’s never had the full
effect of one of your smiles turned upon him before. Even if its slightly
awkward, it blocks out all the bad of the world for just a moment and he feels
a sense of peace unlike anything before.

And that crooked smile
of yours

It knocks me off my
feet

“It’s no trouble ______-san,” he rumbles, standing as you
do. You reach out to take the books from his hands but he shakes his head. “I’ll
help you carry them.”

You smile again, brighter this time, and he feels a stronger
surge of emotion course through his body. How can something so simple affect
him so much? Together, you walk in silence to the library where you both
deposit the tomes.

“Did you read all of these?” he asks curiously.

You nod your head shyly, tucking a few strands of hair
behind your ear. “I’m kind of an avid reader, tend to get carried away
sometimes,” you admit sheepishly.

Silence descends and Ushijima curses his inability to
communicate more effectively. Up until this point, his one word answers or
short clipped sentences have served him well but he wants to keep talking to
you, to get to know you more than he does.

Oh, I just can’t get
enough

How much do I need to
fill me up

Before he can talk himself out of it he blurts out, “_____-san,
would you like to go out sometime?”

Your eyes go wide in shock, mouth opening and closing but no
sound emerges. Finally, you find your voice and splutter out, “Yes! Yes, I’d
love to go out with you, Ushijima-san!”

He smiles slightly and you feel like butter melting in the
noon day sun. Numbers are exchanged as well as goodbyes, both of you walking
away from the encounter feeling lighter than air and inexplicably happy at just
the knowledge that you’ll be seeing one another again.

Looking at the paper in his hand, Ushijima takes a deep
breath. If this is what it’s like to be in love, he definitely doesn’t mind.

It feels so good, it
must be love

It’s everything that
I’ve been dreaming of

I give up, I give in,
I let go

Let’s begin

Cause no matter what I
do,

Oh (oh)

My heart is filled
with you

Date Prompt #24 – Clubbing/Dancing – Ushijima

“But mom! Why do I have to go?” you whine. Mother fixes you
with her sternest glare, placing hands on her hips to let you know she’s
serious.

“Because the Ushijima family is very influential, we need to
get into their good graces,” she answers with a huff.

Rolling your eyes, you storm upstairs to look at the dress
she’s picked for this debacle you’re being forced to go to. Every year a large
gala is thrown by some of the top families at Shiratorizawa Academy for the
upper classman; their version of an elaborately over done prom you suppose. You
never thought it possible you would ever go period, let alone now as a first
year. And with Ushijima Wakatoshi of all people! The biggest stick, no, trunk in the mud you’ve ever met! You
just can’t understand his appeal to the girls in your group. Granted the boy is
handsome, but he’s silent, morose looking, and eats, drinks, and most likely
sleeps volleyball.

And of course your family would be the type of
traditionalists who adhere to the line of thought that daughters do and say
what they’re told to. Overall, things haven’t been so bad, but once your dad
heard who was asking to take you (and was smart enough to ask him and not you) there was no getting
out of the evening.

Entering your room your eyes fall on your bed, upon which
lies a rather beautiful gown. It’s a-line with a v-neck, the shoulder straps
covered in faux diamonds which match those around the waist. Picking it up you
find the back is lace with a delicate u-drape of fabric. The skirt is flowy but
not too wide, the color a rich, plum color. In a box you find a pair of low
heeled silver shoes. Trying on the dress you gasp. Even you have to admit you
look good!

Mom comes in and claps her hands. “Oh honey, you look
beautiful! Here, let me help you with your hair and makeup.” Without much
choice in the matter she sits you down at your vanity, primping, curling,
painting and manipulating your face and hair to just how she wants it. When
she’s done your hair is in an elegant up-do, a beautiful diamond (real this
time) hair pin tucked in the back. She’s accomplished a subtle fresh look for
your face, but opted for a deep bold burgundy lipstick. You’re surprised your mom
would choose such a color. Flushing a bit when you look in the mirror you can’t
help but smile at her in the reflection of the glass.

“That’s my girl,” she says before a knock at the door draws
her attention away. “And that much be your handsome date, I’ll get the door
dear. Wait here a minute, you must make a good entrance.”

You snort as she leaves; sometimes she can be so silly but
you love her anyway. From downstairs you hear Wakatoshi’s deep voice resonating
as he greets your mom in short simple syllables. Suddenly, you’re really
nervous. You’ve been so caught up in the preparation and fun girly time with
mom that it completely left your head why you’re even doing this. Swallowing
down your nerves you step out of your room and head towards the stairs just as
your mother is calling up, “______-chan! Ushijima-san is here!”

Taking a deep breath, you carefully navigate the
stairs, managing to not fall by keeping your eyes on your feet. When you
finally reach the ground floor you look up, just barely managing not to gasp.
Standing before you is Ushijima and he looks good. You’ve only ever seen him in his school uniform or once in a
while his volleyball one. This is the first you’ve ever seen him in “real life”
but it feels like a fantasy.

He’s clad in a black tuxedo with royal purple shirt
and white tie. In his hand he holds a corsage of white lilies.

Mom clears her throat, reminding you that you really
should stop staring and say something. Bowing slightly you say, “Good evening
Ushijima-san.”

“Good evening, ______-san, thank you for
accompanying me this evening,” he replies though his face is as expressionless
as ever. Either he’s not as impressed with you as you are with him, or he
really isn’t able to remove that look from his face.

After some awkwardness of getting the corsage on
your wrist and begging through clenched teeth for your mother to stop taking
pictures, the two of you make your way outside. You’re not surprised to see a
limo, the driver standing beside the back door, opening it as you approach. He
takes your hand guiding you in and you scoot further across the seat as
Ushijima follows you. The door shuts and when the driver takes him place up
front you’re on your way.

Unsurprisingly the ride there is silent, you looking
out the window and your date staring straight ahead. You’re fairly sure he
wants to be here about as much as you do and so try not to begrudge him too
badly. When you arrive to the hotel where the gala is being hosted the driver
opens the door allowing Ushijima to exit. When you scoot over and extend your
hand out for assistance you’re surprised to find it’s the stoic male and not
the driver who has taken it to help you out. An unexpected blush floods your
cheeks at the contact.

He shocks you further by wrapping your arm through
his, leading you to the entrance. Seems he’s been more trained than you
previously thought, not that you’re exactly a debutant. You still don’t
understand why out of all the girls, particularly rich girls, he could have chosen he picked little ol’ you.

When the doors open your eyes widen; everything is
covered or made of glitzy silvers, golds and ambers. Ushijima guides you to the
main ballroom. The moment he lets you go, numerous girls flood around him
asking all sorts of inane questions. Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you
make your way to the drink and hors d’oeuvres table. Grabbing a plate and a cup
you fill up since you’ve not had dinner.

Finding a quiet corner table, you sit down and eat
your snacks, observing Ushijima dealing with his sudden fan club. You snort to
yourself thinking how awkward he looks, knowing that if Oikawa were in the same
position he’d have the lot of them blushing and giggling in no time. He appears
to be looking around and when his eyes land on you he stops. Without preamble
or explanation, he guides himself through the throng of estrogen and reaches
your table.

“Why did you leave?” he asks sitting down.

You smirk. “Didn’t want to get in the way of your
fan club,” you respond cheekily. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he
was annoyed with you at leaving him alone to deal with that.

His next statement confirms it. “Why do you think I
asked you to come to this? To avoid, that from happening.”

Your eyes widen slightly. “Um, sorry I guess,
usually when guys are flocked by beautiful girls they don’t complain too much.”

“I don’t appreciate cheap flattery and fake
niceness,” he replies looking back across the dance floor at the girls now
glaring at you. You could care less. It’s not like you’re friends anyway.

Shrugging your shoulders you offer an olive branch
in the form of a mushroom stuff with toasted cheese. “Hungry?” you proffer. He
nods, plucking the fungus from your fork and popping it in his mouth. The action
makes you laugh.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothing, just…never mind, it’s really nothing,” you
giggle. He looks at you with the same stone expression but his eyes seem to
have warmed slightly.  

Eventually the two of you finish the plate of food together,
all in silence. You’re surprised to feel so comfortable with it, and him, so
quickly. Glancing at the dance floor again you can’t stop a sigh from escaping
your lips. There are numerous couples twirling and swaying about in a
traditional waltz. Dance has been one of your hobbies since you were a young
girl and you’ve always dreamed of being in a place like this, wearing a dress
like the one you are and dancing the night away with a handsome prince.

Casting side eyes at your date you chuckle to
yourself. Ushijima may be handsome, but a prince he is not. And that’s ok,
really, but still it would be nice…

Your thoughts are cut off when he stands up.
Thinking he’s about to go get a drink or something you don’t look up but are
startled when his hand extends into your line of vision. You look at it and then
up at him, floored to see him with his other hand behind his back, his waist
bent in a slight bow as he silently asks you to dance.

Taking his hand, he easily lifts you out of your
chair and ushers you to the dance floor. Turning you around, he places one
large hand on your waist, the other still holding your hand and guiding it into
position. With a short nod he indicates he’s about to start and off he goes,
leading you in a perfectly timed waltz, falling in line with the circle of
dancers already present.

Round and round he guides you, his hold firm but
gentle, his eyes never leaving your face to look at his feet; he knows exactly
what he’s doing.

You’ve never danced with someone outside of your
classes and feel your nerves begin to take over. You stumble a bit on your
dress but he holds you up, effortlessly turning your fumble into a slight dip
before bringing you even closer to himself. Leaning down he says in your ear,
“Don’t over think it, follow my lead.”

You nod in understanding, the rest of the dance
going off without any further issues. At the conclusion of the song you and the
rest of the dance floor occupants clap in appreciation to the musicians.
Thinking the moment over, you turn to leave but when the next song starts you
feel yourself pulled back into Ushijima’s arms. At your look of surprise he
offers, for the first time ever, a slight smile. You understand a little bit
more girls’ attraction to this boy.

For the rest of the night the two of you are lost in
your own world of dancing. It’s a means of communication you’ve always heard of
but never experienced because most of the partners you’ve had always either
tried to be too smooth or were too nervous, constantly talking or stammering
away. But with Ushijima, it’s easy and surprisingly fun.

On your way home, you manage to get him to open up a
little when you ask about volleyball. When you ask about where he learned to
dance he replies simply, “Refinement courses.” You can’t hold back your giggle
and see another hint of a smile quirk his lip up.  He’s been a perfect gentleman the whole night
and you’re thrilled to have been given a glimpse into another layer of
Ushijima.

When you reach your home he again exits the car and
helps you out, leading you to your front door.

“I had a good time tonight,” he says simply.

“I did too, thank you for requesting me.” You
curtsey with a giggle.

He bows in good nature of your playfulness and says
goodnight.

The next day on your locker is a white lily and a
note:

               I really enjoyed our time together. Go out
with me again?

                               –
Wakatoshi

You smile, sliding the note into your bag. Later
that afternoon you make your way to the gym, taking a seat in the bleachers to
watch Wakatoshi practice. When he sees you, he jogs over during a water break.

“Is this a yes?” he asks and you nod. “Good, wait
for me. I’ll take you out when I’m done here.” You nod again and he runs back
to hit more spikes.

Could I request number 17 from that list with Tsukki and Ushijima?☺️☺️☺️

Tsukishima – This boy will take a while to kiss you. He’s
very cautious and just the fact that he’s confessed and you’re dating is a
minor miracle. For him to be willing to share such an intimate connection with
someone is high praise indeed. But when he does…oh man are you in for a
surprise. Tsukki has his pride and because of that has done what he can to
prepare for this moment, meaning lots of research. He’s read up on kissing
techniques, bribing Yachi with art supplies to get him women’s magazines with
tips in them on the subject.

The first time he kisses you will be soft and gentle, just
getting a feel for this whole thing. As he gains more confidence, his kisses
get longer, a little firmer and before long he has your pulse beating to the
drum of his passion. Turns out he can use that tongue for more than word
whiplashing.

Ushijima – Similar to Tsukki, this boy keeps his emotions in
check but not for exactly the same reasons. Mostly, it’s because he grew up in
a household devoid of significant affection so physical touch in any sense is
foreign to him. Most likely, you will have to be the one to initiate connection
of that level. Start off slow with little pecks here and there to allow him
time to warm up to the idea. Lingering goodnight kisses, closed mouth for the
time being, will start to leave him hungry for more.

You’ll know he’s graduated from passive to passionate when
he draws you close, sealing your lips with his and tentatively stroking out his
tongue to caress your mouth. When you open up to him, the flood gates are
released.

You’ve let out the beast, now enjoy…er…deal with the “consequences”.

1, 2, 5, 17 for Ushiwaka and Ahomine? <3 hope you're okay with my asks eheheh. thanks bby

Totally ok with them! Here are your fave boys, thanks for being so patient!

#1 – Waking up together

Aomine – You will always wake up first because damn
this boy can sleep. But that’s ok, it just presents the opportunity to see him
completely relaxed. No scowl, no worries, just Daiki. Wake him up with soft
kisses on his forehead and cheeks.

Ushijima – Polar opposite of the basketball ace, this
boy will be up before the sun. Despite his massive size, he’s able to get out
of bed without waking you but can’t resist brushing a light kiss to your cheek
before heading out for his run.

#2 – Morning routine

Aomine – Again, you will be up before him, so if you
want to get his ass in gear go start cooking breakfast and make sure there is
coffee. He’ll come stumbling out eventually, probably wrapping his arms around
your waist, settling his chin on your shoulder and practically fall asleep
standing up until you move…if you can.

Ushijima – Back to breakfast, only this time you’ll be
waiting for your boy to be back from his work out. When Ushijima walks in,
still sweaty from his exertions you’ll no doubt feel quite the flutter of
appreciation of the sight. He’ll shower quickly so he can enjoy a hot breakfast
with you, kissing your hands to show his gratitude.

#5 – Nighttime routine

Aomine – After basketball practice (if you could even
get him to go) Aomine will be all for relaxing at home. After showering, watch
a movie or TV show curled up with him on the couch and he’s a happy boy. When
it gets later and it’s time for bed, he’ll brush his teeth, change into shorts
and crash; unless he’s feeling frisky in which case you’ll both be naked and
doing anything but sleeping.

Ushijima – Early to bed, early to rise is this ace’s
motto so either be ready to crawl into bed at a reasonable hour or prepare
yourself to be up alone if you’re a night owl. He does deviate from this
pattern sometimes on the weekends or for special occasions but overall, he’s an
early eagle.

#17 – Kisses

Aomine – His kisses are dependent upon his mood. Sleepy
Aomine? Lazy, slow kisses. Playful? Quick pecks all over your face making you
giggle. Horny? Rough, deep kisses with lots of tongue and gripping your hair.
Romantic? Long, slow and passionate. The boy really does have a wide variety to
offer.

Ushijima – Soft and sweet most of the time unless he’s
particularly pent up or frustrated, then he gets a little more intense. Not a
huge PDA fan, so if you want a kiss it will most likely be on the cheek or the
hand. Want to get him in the mood when you’re at home? Kiss his neck, he’ll
turn into putty in your hands.