haikyuu oneshots

the recording | ushijima wakatoshi

⚠️ smut warning

it's currently sunday night. you, tendou, semi, goshiki, and shirabu are at ushijima's house for a sleepover, planned by tendou. the five of you have been there since friday night, having done a bunch of fun activities, once again planned by tendou. 

tendou had recently bought a nintendo switch, buying many games to go with it. you and him are about to go head to head in just dance.

"y/n, i bet you.. 1000 yen i can beat you, right here, right now." tendou says, warming himself up.

"it's on."

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you end up 1000 yen richer after beating tendou.

"good game, satori~"

tendou frowns as he pulls the bill out of his pocket, placing it in your palm.

after thanking tendou, you plop down on ushijima's lap. you can feel his bulge growing with every passing second. unbeknownst to you, your simple competitive dancing aroused ushijima to a great extent. maybe it was the shirt of his you were wearing, or just tendencies.

"are you okay, wakatoshi-kun?" you quietly question as shirabu and goshiki get ready to go head to head.

ushijima puts his head on your shoulder. "i want to fuck you. right now." he whispers in your ear. this isn't the first time ushijima has been needy for you.

"not now, wakatoshi. we're playing a-"

"y/n." his expression goes blanker than normal. you sigh, getting up from his lap.

"guys, i'm gonna head to bed.. that dancing tired me out."

"aww, one more round?" tendou says with a pout. you shake your head with a small smile as ushijima gets up from the couch as well, towering behind you.

"next time, satori. we can even place a higher bet~"

tendou nods in agreement. the four boys bid you goodnight before ushijima walks in front of you and hoists you over his shoulder, bringing you towards the stairs as you wave to the boys.

"you're so lucky i love you- i was having fun too." you say to ushijima, accepting your fate.

"i couldn't wait any longer."

"that's not a good excuse."

upon arrival to his room, ushijima sets you down on his bed. he doesn't hesitate to take your shorts off and move your underwear to the side, desperately slipping his cock into your awaiting cunt. you squeeze your eyes shut while taking in his length, a hand over your mouth to keep in any possible noises. he didn't care if you were wet or not, he wanted in.

ushijima grunts while thrusting into you nonstop, his adam's apple perfectly bobbing everytime he swallows the moans he desires to let out.

he pulls out only to grab you by your waist and flips you over, putting his hand on your back and arching it to its maximum. you grip the bedsheets to keep your body stable as he continues fucking you from behind, the sound of your bodies clapping together amplifying. the others most definitely can hear now if they couldn't already.

"w-wakatoshi- it's- nngh~" you can barely get your words out, ushijima moving his hands from your hips up to your boobs, massaging them between his calloused hands.

"use your words.." he growls into your ear, his chest against your back.

"you're too- it hurts-"

ushijima deeply chuckles, picking up the pace. even if you were to beg, he wouldn't show any mercy. he gets what he wants, when he wants- consensual, of course.

"wakatoshi-kun~~" you cry out in a moan as ushijima's cum fills you up. your body goes limp, flopping down onto the bed.

"y/n..?" ushijima pokes one of your ass cheeks, pulling his pants back up. "are you okay.."

you roll over onto your back, holding a thumb up in response. ushijima nods, grabbing a fresh towel from his dresser to clean you up.

you decide to sleepover ushijima's house another day, practically unable to walk.

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the next day at school goes by pretty fast. ushijima has just picked you up from your last class, walking down the stairs together to the gymnasium for his volleyball practice.

"wakatoshi-kun~~" tendou mocks your saying from last night as you walk into the gymnasium, semi and shirabu snickering. your eyes widen as you tug at ushijima's track jacket.

"wakatoshi-kun, why is tendou mocking me?" you quietly question.

"i had him record us from outside the door last night."

"what- why?!"

"for the memories."

your jaw drops. "seriously?"

ushijima nods. "yes."

you facepalm and let go of his hand as he heads over to the locker rooms. he's a different breed.