Haikyuu!! Oneshots

As You Wish #1 (Wakatoshi Ushijima Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to ari]

Requested by: Not Jesus

Word Count: 5,089

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:
- Nick Names: Baby, Darling, Good Boy
- Mentions of Drug Abuse
- Slight Size Kink
- Ushi being a Hip Dip King
- Mutual Masturbation
- Hickeys
- Degrading/Praising
- Subby Ushi
- Titty Fondling
- Techniqual Titty Shot (?)
- Part Two Coming

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Ding.
The soft sound and the vibration of my phone on my leg pull my eyes away from the movie playing on the flat screen. The yellow Snapchat icon stands out against the image of my siblings, my nephew, and me. My eyes flicker up for a moment, checking the time. Ten twenty-one. Maybe Iwaizumi finally sent his streaks.
Once my phone is unlocked, it's proven to me that my brother's best friend isn't the one to snap me. "You know," Tooru starts, warming up the tantrum he's about to throw. "I'm watching this chick flick because you asked me to."
"You're watching the movie to have sallow heart-to-hearts with your fan girls over it," I grumble, hovering for a moment before clicking open the snap-text.
Waka| Are you currently awake?
I roll my eyes at the guy's properness. Would it kill him to try getting into text culture? Probably.
Me| Ya
I can't even click out of the chat before he texts back.
Waka| Will you still be awake in sixty
| minutes?
Me| That's a specific time limit
Waka| I need time to get home and shower.
Me| It's late, traffic won't be bad
Me| Where are you this late anyway?
His bitmoji pops up a few times as he carefully crafts his text. Whatever he was writing gets thrown out and replaced by a picture being sent instead. I shrink further into the couch, turning away from my brother before opening Wakatoshi's snap.
I swear I can feel my pupils widen as I happily drink in his photo. He's sat straight on a bench, his legs on either side of it and clenched tight like he's trying to choke the seat out with his thighs. Wakatoshi's shirt is off, showing off the physique he works so hard to maintain. His right arm is shown off too, stretched out as he runs a towel through his soaked hair. My mouth waters with the want to lick the sweat off every one of his perfectly maintained muscles.
His face is as set in boredom as the words typed across the picture.
Waka| I'm at the gym. Can I come over after
                  | I shower?
Me| Come over and do what?
Waka| Preferably I would like to have sex,
                  | but if you don't wish for that I would
                  | be happy just sleeping too.
Me| You do know sleepovers don't fall under
            | the Sneaky Link agreement right?
     Waka| I thought we were Friends With
                  | Benefits. A good night of sleep is the
                  | greatest benefit in life.
     Me| We're not friends
     Me| You have sixty before I lock the door
     Waka| I have a key.
     When I finally look up from my phone, Tooru's eyes are bearing into me, a cocky smile on his face. "Who sent you a 'you up?' text?"
     "It wasn't a 'you up' text," I murmur, making sure to face my phone down in my lap. My brother hates Ushijima. Literally loathes the man. The only person he hates more is some kid named Kageyama. When the two of them landed at the same college, I was convinced Tooru was going to forgo his top-pick college for second-best just because of the guy.
     "So, if I told you my plans at eleven fell through, you wouldn't be mad?" He baits, carefully watching for my reaction.
     "Nope."
     "I should probably head home."
     "Ya, probably."
     Luckily for the two of us, our mother agreed to pay for off-campus housing as long as we managed to get at least one scholarship. So, we both have small off-campus apartments about three blocks from campus. Also lucky for us, Mom agreed to rent out an apartment for each of us instead of sticking us into the same renter. Tooru's place is only a floor up from mine. Close enough to be comfortable but far enough away that we can live our lives separately.
     "I can't believe you're letting a dude named Waka pipe you," Toru pokes, standing up from the couch to stretch out his limps.
     My cheeks warm for a second, replaying the conversation between Ushijima and me. My brother couldn't have seen anything too bad, seeing how I turned before opening the photo and talking about sex. However, the thought of Tooru finding out who exactly Waka is scares me and brings more embarrassment than the thought of him reading my texts. "Says the guy that hooked up with a known coke user last night," I finally manage to stab back.
     "Touché."