Haikyuu!! Oneshots

As You Wish #2 (Wakatoshi Ushijima Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to ari]

Requested by: Still Not Jesus

Word Count: 3,685

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:
- Nick Names: Baby, Darling, Good Boy, Pussy
- Degrading/Praise
- Still a Hip Dip King
- Size Kink
- Oral (Female Receiving)
- Subby Ushi
- Ass Eating (Female Receiving)
- Hair Pulling
- Hickeys/Scratching
- Creampie
- Technical Ass Shot (?)

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     "Maybe I should make you beg for it," I murmur, twirling a strand of his hair around my finger.
     "I'm not going to beg for sex," Wakatoshi mutters, his jaw flexing as his eyes rapidly blink.
     I let a fake pout rest on my lips, moving my thigh against his angry cock to let the stickiness from my previous orgasm make it wetter. "Fine, but I do want some attention. I want to cum again."
     "As you wish," he whispers, his nose sliding down my stomach again, this time paired with the occasional light kiss to my skin. Wakatoshi's movement slows the lower he gets, his nose barely touching me as he stumbles past my hips. "I am going to perform oral sex now."
"Okay," I silently giggle, shaking my head at the man buried between my thighs. As expected, his hands settle on my hips, thumbs buried into the dip etched into them.
My hips are pressed into the mattress, keeping me cemented in my spot. Wakatoshi's tongue sneaks out, poking around my folds to clean up some of the mess that's been left behind. The teasing is as soft as all his other actions but shortly lived. It doesn't take long before his tongue is buried in me, skipping between pumping inside my pussy and twirling around my clit.
     "Oh, fuck," I moan, my head lulling and my hips attempting to fight against Wakatoshi's grip. They stay still though, pressed harder against the bed. "Just like that, Baby."
     He hums, the vibrations raking against my clit and pushing me closer to my finish. My thighs tighten around his head, pressing against Wakatoshi's cheeks as hard as they can. "Good boy," I murmur, burying my hands in his hair again.
Wakatoshi pushes himself closer to me after the praise, his hips grinding against the bed. I can't help the laugh that spills out because of his desperation. "Are you that needy for praise, Baby? Do you need it so bad that your dick gets hard because of it?" A grumble is whispered into my pussy, his tongue moving rougher against my clit. "That's okay, Waka-Chan, I don't mind praising you. After all, you are a good boy that takes such good care of me."
"Please stop," he whispers, cheeks tinted and head tipped up to suck in a deep breath. "It's hard to focus when you say things like that."
     "Aww," I keep teasing, a mockingly caring tone in my voice. "Is Waka-Chan embarrassed that he was humping the bed like a needy dog?"
     "I'm not a dog."
     "You're right, you're not, because dogs know how to follow orders," I respond, pushing his head back down. Wakatoshi doesn't put up a fight, happily burying his head between my knees and diving his tongue right back into my pussy.
     Whines flow out more than my hissy breaths do, my hips jerking trying to both pull away from and get closer to his tongue. "Wakatoshi," I moan, yanking on his hair to pull him closer. A hand releases my hip, jumping up to grip my hands and pull them out of his hair. Despite the disagreement, he does push himself closer, his tongue slow and flat as it edges me toward my peak.
     My thighs strain against his face as I come undone, the sharp cut of his jaw digging into my flesh. My hands jerk, not getting far from the grip a single hand of his has around my wrists. The story is the same for my hips, trying to thrust with my adrenaline-filled orgasm, but they barely budge because of the weight of Wakatoshi's torso and hand holding me down.
     "Don't pull my hair. It's not pleasing," he grumbles when he pulls away from me, reluctantly letting go of my wrists.
     "Sorry," I huff out, trying to calm my breath and shake the last bit of adrenaline from my veins.
"It's alright. Don't do it again," Wakatoshi mutters, hands back to gripping my hips, fingertips buried into my dips, his eyes slit and staring at my chest. "Can we have sex again?"
     I let out a sigh, my shoulders shagging with the heavy breath. "I need a second."
     "As you wish," he whispers, his focus dropping to his hands, watching them as he tests different grips around them. "Your hips will be bruised, as will your neck." His eyes blink rapidly as they jump between the two groups of bruises. "I enjoy it when you have bruises. I do not enjoy it when you make them disappear."
     I softly hum, a bit confused about what he means. "Last week, after I came over you had two bruises on your neck along with the one on your chest." Wakatoshi's hand jumps up, his fingertips lightly dancing over the only proof of last week's hookup left. "I did not see them in class at all. Not once this week. You make them disappear, with makeup, I assume."
His eyebrows are pressed together, making his forehead wrinkle again. "I was upset I could not see them. I was also upset others could not see them while speaking to you. I'm not sure why. My apologies."
A smile cracks across my face from Wakatoshi's confused confession. This big ass teddy bear is jealous our classmates couldn't see the hickeys he left me. "I'm sure you'll figure out why," I tell him, letting my fingers dance across and push against the hickeys I left on his shoulder.
"Can we have sex now?"
"Ya." The word is barely out before Wakatoshi has me flipped over, settled on all fours with his hands attached to my hips like always.
"You should put your hands on the headboard," he orders, leaning over me to grab the condom off the pile of my clothes set on my nightstand.
"Why?" I ask, adjusting my position so I can do as he asked.
My question is ignored, Wakatoshi silent besides the sound of him ripping open the condom wrapper. His fingertips slide across the plushness of my sides, managing to find their home before the tip of his dick finds its home. Surprisingly, his hands stay on my hips for only a beat before sliding further up my sides, caressing my shoulders before skating across my arms. "I want to hold your hands," he finally answers, resting them on top of mine.
"Oh," I whisper, watching as he laces his fingers between mine, keeping both our hands pressed against the smooth wood of the headboard. Wakatoshi's head falls to my shoulder blades, melting between soft kisses and nips as he inches his cock deeper.
A grunt is whispered into my skin when he bottoms out, his dick fitting snug and fighting for more space in my pussy. Wakatoshi's hot breath coats my back, making his kisses stand out against my skin. "My apologies, I need a moment," he mutters, his fingers squeezing mine.
"You're fine."
Hissy breaths and words soft enough for me to miss spill from Wakatoshi, his fingers routinely flexing around mine. "Alright," he whispers after a few breaths, slowly dragging himself out of me, leaving only his tip to tease my entrance. His hips snap forward, snapping his full length deep inside me.
     The sound of my whimper makes his hands flex again, threatening to not only leave their imprint on my hips but my hands as well. His pace is steadily rough, the only thing stopping me from inching closer to the headboard being Wakatoshi's frame trapping me in place.
     It's intoxicating, having all of him wrapped around me, showing me how much bigger he really is. Showing me how easy it would be for him to snap me in half if he chose to. The wisp of fear is overpowered by having so much of him. Wakatoshi's scent, tinted with sweat, seems to be everywhere. In my hair, on my sheets, borrowing its way into my mind.
     The only thing coating my senses more than his scent is the feeling of him. His sticky skin suctioning with mine drenched in sweat. Wakatoshi's strong arms caging me in place, fingers wrapped so tightly around mine, daring me to even think of letting his hands go. His thighs pressed against mine, further keeping me firmly in place. His lips and teeth take turns rolling across my back, teasing it into giving in and decorating itself with more bruises.
     Lastly, the feeling of him slowly ripping me apart from the inside out, his dick plunging in as far as it can go, making my pussy quiver in enjoyment and fear of giving out. I swear, it feels like Wakatoshi is trying to bully my cunt into the shape of his cock.
     "Darling," he husks in my ear, tone low and strained from his heavy breathing.
     "All... all... already?" I try to mock, the word coming out bumpy with each of his thrusts. He huffs, pressing more of his weight into his next thrust. "That's pretty pathetic, don't you think?" I murmur, my eyes fluttering, currently in an uphill battle to keep my eyelids open.
"I'm not pathetic," he whispers, his voice finally replacing the soft grunts and deep breaths that have been caressing my ear. "You... you make it very difficult to... to maintain composure."
"Do I? Do I make your dick twitch? Do you long for me when you're hard? Do you masturbate to thoughts of me, Waka-Chan?" The cutesy name does it for him like it always does. It's adorable how such a small thing, something as simple as a nickname, manages to break him every time.
     Wakatoshi's fingers tighten around mine, threatening to crack them under his grip. His weight presses into me hard, willing his dick to push even a centimeter deeper. A long groan is whispered into my shoulder, dripping straight to my pussy and making me clench around him. His breath is hot as it brushes over my back, only adding to the sweat sticking to me.
     His thrusts abruptly stop his body fully on me as he cum. My limbs shake, a mix of trying to support us and my pussy's overuse being the reason. My back curves under Wakatoshi's weight, slowly pushing me down toward the mattress.
     "Darling," he murmurs, slowly releasing my hands from his death grip as he pulls himself off of me. "Are you alright?" The question is asked with his hand on my hip again, gently massaging it as his thumb trails the ups and downs of the dip it homes.
     "I'm fine."
     "Can you stay in this position longer? Perhaps you need a change to ease some of your shaking."
     I let my head drop down, peaking at him between my legs. Wakatoshi is sat on his knees, his hand around his still-hardened dick as he carefully pulls the condom off.
     My head spins at the sight, his tip still an angry red and his balls still heavy with cum. It can't be healthy for a man's sack to still be so full after three dumps, right? I don't know why I'm surprised. There hasn't been a single time we've taken a break or stalled between rounds because of Wakatoshi; it's always been because of me.
     "I will change your positioning. I don't believe it is well for you to be in such a posture for so long," Wakatoshi mutters, resting the rubber on his thigh before turning his full attention to me. The hand on my hip pushes down, quickly joined by a hand on my back, pushing down on it as well.
     I don't put up a fight, letting my body melt into the bed. His hand slides down once my chest is cushioned against my pillows, cupping my thigh before tugging on my legs, effectively laying me fully on my stomach. My arms snake under my head, propping it up a smidge as the man behind me carefully maneuvers his way between my legs again. Maybe Wakatoshi is deciding to spice things up again, eat me out from behind, or something.
"I want to do it again," Wakatoshi mutters, his hands skittish as they settle on my butt, gently squeezing it before jerking his touch away.
"Want to do what again? Another round of sex?" I mutter, letting my eyes droop closed. My question is answered when a sticky and warm substance is poured onto my lower back. I open my eyes a bit, peaking behind me to see Wakatoshi dumping his cum on me again, choosing to coat my butt in it this time.
His eyes wander over my ass, watching the last few droplets join the branching rivers sliding across my cheeks. When Wakatoshi is satisfied that it's all out, he adds the rubber to the one thrown to the side on my bed table. "It looks..." his eyebrows push together, hands back on my butt, gripping it, softly moving it so it jiggles. "Very pleasing."
"I'm glad," I giggle, letting my eyes fall back closed.
He enjoys himself, groping my butt and spreading my cheeks apart so his sperm slides between them. The wet slippery feeling of his tongue catches me off guard, stalling my breath for a moment. "Waka-Chan?"
"I am cleaning," he mutters, his muscle quickly back to twirling designs across my ass. Before I can respond, his face is buried, tongue sliding between my cheeks to lap up the cum that's spilled down. Occasionally, Wakatoshi's teeth graze my skin as he coats my butt with his saliva instead of his sperm.
I settle into the feeling, letting my body relax. The longer his tongue works, the rougher his nips get against my skin. "What, Baby?" I hum, rotating my hips so the fat of my ass shakes. Wakatoshi grumbles, the rough sound mixing with an annoyed sigh. "Oh, I know what you want," I tease, not hiding an ounce of my amusement. "You want me to call you a good boy for cleaning up your mess, right, Baby? Don't worry, you're a good boy."
     The bed jerks with the force of Wakatoshi's thrust against it, his hands tightening on my ass hard enough to sting. His tongue lashes at me a few more times before he's satisfied with his work and pulls away. "Turn over," I'm ordered, his hands fisting my ass once more.
     I do as I'm told, moving my legs carefully so he can stay situated between them. Wakatoshi's eyes swim over me once I'm settled on the bed again, my arms stretched out over my head. I'm yanked further down the bed, his dick cozying itself between my folds. I can feel it pulsing, happy to get a taste of my slick again. "Already eager for round three?"
     He hums, touch sliding up and down my hips, the callouses on his hands leaving a rough but calming feeling against my skin. "I do want sex again."
     "But?" I ask, picking up the hesitation in his voice.
     He ignores me, sliding his cock through my folds. Each time his tip slides across my clit, my hips jerk from the sensation. Wakatoshi's hands slide up, adding pressure to my lower abdomen. The pressure only makes my needs worse. "That is my favorite," he mutters, the head of his cock catching on my pussy. An even sigh is pushed out of his nose, jaw locked as he lets his tip rest barely pushed into me.
     "What is?" I push, trying to wiggle my hips down and pull more of him inside me. Wakatoshi's hand pushes down on me harder, stopping me from gaining any ground.
     When I stop squirming, he lessens the pressure a bit, his fingertips dragging back and forth over my skin. "This position," he whispers, hand freezing before pushing down harder. "I like the outline it shows. It is disappointing I won't get to see it," Wakatoshi finishes explaining, poking his tip deeper into me before pulling himself back out.
     Almost desperate whimpers pump out of me, the current pressure on to abdomen stopping me from squirming once again. "You can though. You just... just have to fuck me again." My gentle ask keeps his hips moving but doesn't gift me more than the first inch of his dick. My hands jump up to cling to his biceps, my back arching in an attempt to suck in more of him.
Wakatoshi's eyes lock on mine, his pupils overflowing the green of them. His jaw is set tight, seeming like the only thing stopping him from giving me even one extra inch. "I can't."
"You can't?" I shriek, digging my nails into his skin and marching them up to his shoulders.
"I can't," he repeats, thrusting himself just a bit farther this time. "I don't have any more condoms. It's irresponsible to have unprotected sex." Despite the reasoning in his words, Wakatoshi's pace is picking up, even if his depth isn't.
"Fine, don't fuck me. You can sit there and jack yourself off like a horny schoolboy while I ride my dildo," I whine, jerking my legs around to try and get them situated in front of his chest. "Deny your want to see my pussy filled with cum all you want. That's what you want, right? Why you've been so interested in seeing it spilled all over me? Because you want to see my cunt overflowing with it."
In one thrust, Wakatoshi buries himself balls deep, pulling a chirped moan from my lungs and making my back curve off the mattress. His fingers wrap around my ankles, pushing my knees to my chest and spreading my legs further apart. "You have not been nice today," he grumbles, letting go of one of my legs.
His hand cements itself against my stomach again, fingertips pressing against the outline of his dick slightly bloating my belly. "I'm... I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Waka-Chan," I ramble, desperately clawing at his shoulders. This isn't a fair position, especially with extra pressure added.
The tip of his dick kisses right against my G-spot with the help of his hand pushing down on my abdomen, his shallow thrusts against it already driving me crazy. "Wakatoshi," I whine, my hands clawing further down to try and pull myself up against him.
"Lay down. I want to see it," he orders, pulling all the way out before sliding fully back in with a swift thrust.
I slowly give in, sinking into my bedding with my fingers still clung to his shoulders. Wakatoshi's eyes settle on my stomach, them and his fingers sliding against the reappearing and disappearing outline of his dick. "This is unsafe," he mutters, eyes flickering to my face before falling again.
"It's not my fault you're worried about your pullout game."
"I don't want to pull out. I want to ejaculate inside you," he admits, tone so soft it's barely heard over the sound of his balls slapping against my ass
"Then do it, Pussy - eh!"
Wakatoshi jerks forward, balling me up even more. My knees tap against the headboard, the tip of his dick slamming into my G-spot instead of just poking at it. "You are being rude," he grumbles, voice a bit louder and tone a little sharper with annoyance. "Why have you been so mean? People tend to act out in such ways when they're not receiving beneficial attention. What attention do you need to be nice again?"
"I... ah... I," My words stick to the roof of my mouth, stars starting to twinkle behind my eyes because of the brutal abuse to my g-spot.
"Do you need to orgasm again? Perhaps I have been unfair, is that what you need?" My mouth hangs open, sucking in breaths as quickly as I can, my head eagerly shaking in agreement with Wakatoshi's words. "Why don't you ask, Darling?" He huffs out, adjusting my legs so he can snake his hand between us. "Have you not learned that anything you wish for, I will fulfill?"
The pad of his finger sliding against my clit is all it takes for my pussy to clench down on his cock. "Oh, oh, oh," I whine, my back curling up the best it can. "Waka-Chan!" I call while my nails try and repeatedly fail to hook on his shoulder blades.
His head tips down, nose nuzzling against my neck. "Are you alright with it?"
"With... with... with what?" I stumble out, overstimulation quickly pumping through my veins.
"With me orgasming inside you?" He whispers, brushing his lips against my neck. My head nods my answer, yes, my pussy agreeing as it spasms around him, trying to milk every last drop of cum out of his cock. "As you wish, Darling." The answer is punctuated with a kiss on my shoulder, his hips growing heavier against mine.
Just as my overstimulation teases to overflow, threatening to pull tears down my cheeks, Wakatoshi's thrusts freeze, the warmth that has coated my skin so many times today now coating the walls of my cunt. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you," he whispers with every exhale, the feeling of him overflowing and dripping down my thighs filling my tank of lust even if my body can't take anymore.
When he's finished, Wakatoshi slowly backs off of me, more of his sperm leaking out as he slides his dick out of my pussy. His hands cup the back of my thighs, easing my legs down. "Good job, Darling," he hums, his focus already set on massaging the aches out of my left leg.
"You need the bathroom and probably a bath. I need to throw out the condoms. Find the massage lotion in my bag as well for after your bath. A heating pad too, or maybe an ice pack would work better. Food and water. Perhaps a burger or maybe you would prefer something home-cooked." Wakatoshi rattles off his to-do list, his fingertips digging into my leg muscles.
"I have some frozen chicken in the freezer."
"As you wish," he whispers, bending down to plop a quick kiss on my hip, lips brushing against the dip buried in my skin.