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Summary: You get stuck in an elevator with the person you possibly hate the most. . . Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Trigger Warning: unprotected sex, trapped in an elevator, language (?), arrogance, smut without a plot, not proof read, **aged up character(s)**

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Found this bad boy from my old blog in my google drives. I hope you guys enjoy the bread *muah*

**minors. and ageless blogs do not interact**

Things literally could not have ended up worse. There you were, trapped in an elevator with the ultimate douche bag: Ushijima Wakatoshi. Why the hell did he have to be so blunt all the time? Or so cocky? Has this man never heard of being humble? 

You crossed your arms over your chest, leaning against the elevator wall far from said douche bag. You huffed in annoyance for the uptenth time, earning another pointed glare from Ushijima. 

“Huffing won’t make the elevator work, Y/N,” he stated matter of factly. 

You rolled your eyes. “It seems it won’t make you disappear either,” you retorted, a bit of bite to your tone. 

Ushijima stared down at you and you couldn’t quite pinpoint the look he was giving you. It seemed to be a mixture of annoyance and something else..? His features were hard, but his eyes were soft.

You tore your eyes away from him, not wanting to see him look down at you for god knows how long you’d be in this elevator. You pulled out your phone for some company, only to find zero bars. Great, just what you needed. Tense silence with a man you hated. 

You huffed again. How the hell had you gotten into this situation? Oh. That’s right. The both of you were on your way to a dinner party with the team. You weren’t the manager or anything, but you helped out a lot since your uncle was the coach. 

When you arrived in the parking garage, you opted to take the elevator up since you weren’t too keen on walking up stairs in heels. That’s when Ushijima showed up. He passed the elevator and had done a double take. You could tell he was debating on whether or not he should join you, and, before the doors could close, he stepped inside. 

You mentally cursed yourself for not pressing the closed door button as you adjusted your champagne slip dress. True, it was only a dinner, but your uncle had chosen one of the fanciest restaurants in town and the occasion was black tie. You assumed there would be some sort of after party once the dinner was over. 

You stole a glance at Ushijima, looking him up and down. You’d be lying if you said he didn’t look good in that suit. He looked very good. Instead of wearing a basic white button down with his suit, he wore a black turtleneck. You subconsciously bit your lip as your eyes trailed over his toned arms that were very noticeable in his dressing. Your eyes trailed up and met his gaze and you quickly looked away, red dusting your cheeks. You saw him smirk from your peripherals and you scowled. Of course he would be a douche about catching you checking him out. 

“Do I make you uncomfortable?” he asked after a moment of silence. 

“Yes,” you answered, not daring to look towards him. 

You heard him grunt and shuffle. “Why?” he questioned. You heard him step towards you and you tensed up. 

“You’re a douche bag. You only care about yourself and you think you’re so much better than others,” you answered. The more you spoke, the more angry you became. “You’re so cocky and rude and...and arrogant! And for what? You’d be a lot more attractive if you just were a bit more humble!” Your breathing was ragged, your chest heaving. You were fully looking at him now, your eyes boring into his olive orbs. 

You searched his face for any sort of emotion. He was frowning and his eyes were no longer soft. Instead, they were dark and roamed down your body. 

“Is that what you truly think of me?” he asked, the question coming out low and soft. 

“Yes,” you breathed, sticking out your chin. 

He shook his head. “I don't mean to be so arrogant. I know my talent and my worth, much like you, Y/N…” he trailed off. “Please forgive me if I’ve made myself unbearable.” 

You only just realized the lack of space between the two of you. Your chest was brushing against his with every breath you took and your faces were mere inches away from each other. You looked down to his lips, your mouth salivating at the thought of kissing him and having your way with him in this elevator. You snapped back to reality, shocked at your lewd thoughts. 

You pushed him away, growling softly. “Oh shut up! Don’t try and be nice now—god what the fuck is your problem?! You—you’re so—URGH!” 

You crossed your arms over your chest and shoved yourself in the corner of the elevator, breathing heavily. You were so worked up and you had no idea why. Why was he getting you so angry so easily? You dared take another glance at him and instantly regretted it. You were met with another smirk, this time wider. 

“I’m what?” Ushijima asked, stepping closer to you. 

You shook your head, a lump forming in your throat. You didn’t trust yourself to speak, least you say something you’d regret. You instinctively backed further into the corner, looking anywhere but him. You could feel him looming over you--his eyes boring down into you. You shifted your stance, feeling suddenly small and heated. Why...why were you so heated? 

“I’m. What?” he repeated, smirking a bit. He stepped even closer to you, tracing your jaw with a finger and tipping your chin up to look at him. “Look at me,” he ordered. 

Your eyes flicked up to him, his words making your core throb. You cursed yourself for deciding not to wear underwear, feeling your wetness drip down your thigh. You examined his features, your eyes tracing over his eyes, then his lips. You wanted to kiss him so bad...to feel his warmth on you and his cock in you. Subconsciously, you puffed your chest out to show off your cleavage. You noticed his eyes trail down to your chest, then trail back up, stopping at your lips. 

“Truly, you’re such an infuriating woman,” he admitted, cupping the back of your neck and placing his lips on yours before you could respond. 

You stood there, shocked, but quickly kissed him back. His hands trailed down to your waist, pulling your hips flush against his. You let out a small gasp as you felt his hardness against you, the movement of your lips allowing Ushijima to slip in his tongue. He pulled you closer, his large hands settling on your ass, the fabric of your dress barely guarding you from his warmth. Ushijima squeezed your ass, pulling you even closer. 

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful…” Ushijima murmured against your lips. 

Your eyes flickered up to his, your hands trailing down his chest and to his belt. He watched you fumble with the buckle and helped you pull his trousers down. His bulge seemed bigger now that he was only covered with his boxer briefs. You stroked his length through his boxers and palmed him, eliciting a soft groan from Ushijima. God, you really didn’t want to get dirty in an elevator, but at this point, your cunt was practically begging for it. 

Ushijima grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away from his crotch and swiftly picking you up. He gripped your thighs and pinned you up against the elevator wall, his lips attaching to your neck. He sucked on the sensitive spot on your neck, earning a small moan from you. The position you were in caused your dress to hike up your thighs, your pretty pussy on display for Ushijima. He trailed his fingers down over your folds. 

“You’re so wet already,” he mumbled, pecking your lips. “All this for my cock?”

You huffed, your chest puffing out again. “Well what if it was?” you asked, pursing your lips. 

Ushijima let out a deep chuckle, pushing past your folds and softly circling over your clit. Your hips bucked up and you moaned, throwing your head back. His lips attached to your neck once more, adding a bit more pressure to your clit. 

“U-Ushijima, please…” you whined, rolling your hips up. “The elevators can be fixed at any--HAH!” You were interrupted by a loud moan as Ushijima eased his cock inside you. 

Ushijima was a tall man, his features larger than most, but you hadn’t expected his cock to be this big. As he pushed himself deeper inside you, you felt every inch of his cock stretch you out. You gripped his biceps, your nails digging into the fabric of his white pressed shirt. He thrust into you, picking up a hard pace. With each thrust, he buried himself deeper inside you until your clit met his pelvis each time. He was pounding into you, the lewd noises of your sopping cunt and his balls slapping against each other filling the room. 

Your puffy walls clenched around him as your orgasm built in your abdomen. If Ushijima kept up this pace, you’d surely come undone soon. He adjusted his stance, snapping his hips into you at a different angle and hitting your g-spot. You screamed out his name, nails raking down his arms. 

“F-Fuck, I’m close,” Ushijima breathed against your neck, thrusting into you harder. 

You bit his shoulder, a scream coming out of your lips as your walls fluttered around his cock. You desperately tried to hold on a bit longer, but the pressure in your abdomen was too much, causing you to squirt on his cock. Ushijima thrust a few more times, cuming inside you. He stilled his hips as he painted your walls white and breathed heavily. 

You tilt your head back against the cold metal wall, your legs trembling and your breathing labored. “Fuck,” you let out, chuckling. “The minute you pull out and set me on this floor, your cum is gonna drip down my leg…”

Ushijima let out a chuckle and pulled out. “I have a handkerchief in my pocket,” he said, adjusting his trousers and buckling his belt once more. 

You shifted, feeling his cum start to travel down your thigh and grabbed his handkerchief. You quickly cleaned yourself up and jolted as the elevator began to move once more. You looked at Ushijima, smiling as you watched him fix his tie. 

Maybe you didn’t hate him as much as you thought. 

as one of the managers for MSBY, you don’t see the adler’s ushijima wakatoshi often. so on the rare occasion that the two teams practice together, you make sure not to let the opportunity go to waste (nsfw).

your ears involuntarily prick up at the muffled sound of someone laughing, followed by the sound of a volleyball hitting someone. upon instinct your body clenches up, your hands gripping at the jersey in front of you.

his hips stutter at your actions and his hand squeezes your hip tighter (a feat that you didn’t even think was humanly possible), making you wince and a yelp to slip past your lips.

“wakatoshi, too tight,” you breathe out, and his grip instantly loosens.

“it’s your fault. don’t tighten up like that.”

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❛ THROUGH THE LATE NIGHT ❜ USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

⩇⩇:⩇⩇ PLOT — getting your hookup’s phone number — an easy task, although being high gets you the wrong number and a stranger’s confusing answer.

ushijima wakatoshi — billionaire. how’d you end up texting him from all people? he’s a man of a few words. a man who’s too busy to reciprocate your useless flirting attempts, too busy to concern himself with relationships. you can’t see through him. he’s stern and harsh. too stuck up for you.

curiosity killed the cat. it didn’t kill you, but it sure got you caught up in the middle of something far more dangerous than you could’ve ever expected. the streets of tokyo hide dark secrets and the city you once knew turns into a long forgotten memory.

⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ABOUT — billionaire/ceo ushijima au, female reader, humor, multiple plot twists, fake relationship, night life, alcohol and drug use, blood, dark & sensitive topics such as death, murder, abuse, torture, kidnap, violence, alcoholism, smut.

⩇⩇:⩇⩇ TAGLIST — fill this FORM or send an ask HERE!

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i. — that’s not atsumu’s number!

ii. — turns out he’s not a liar.

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⩇⩇:⩇⩇ NOTE: one of my favorite fics i’ve ever written, i’ve been thinking about bringing it back for the longest time <3 and maybe i’ll finish it too

𝐇𝐘𝐌𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓.

love should never be denied- for the first touched graced along your holy skin with work roughened fingertips burned.

knight! ushijima + princess! reader + sacrilege + slow burn + longing + forbidden romance + mentions of insecurities + mentions of an overbearing father (the king) + abusive relationships mentioned + mentions of your life being put in danger + comfort fucking + virgin! reader + mentions of god + your body is seen as a holy temple + confessions + fluff + slow burn + tension + corruption + unprotected sex + size kink + breeding kink + creampie + overstimulation + big cock vs tiny cunt + mentions of pain + rough face holding + rough fucking + cum eating + oath of chastity + virgin! ushijima + f! reader

— for my ONCE UPON A TIME collab.

— word count; approx 9.1k

shame felt like a hot iron with every step- walking down the long and beautifully ornate hall, layers of fine fabric weighing you down even more. wondering if anyone else in the room, standing like statues on either side, tight and rigid with metal plates hanging off built figures had ever felt like you were in this moment.

the thrones your parents sat at, gleaming like precious jewels, backlit by the sun slowly falling, bathing the land that would soon be your birthright was nearly blinding- a slight tugging feeling that those who had been hauled and read their fate also stood where you did now.

you would've believed they would have given you more dignity, met with you in private- but everything they did was to show the people they reigned over how much of a ruling hand over those they deemed inferior, and that was not exempting you.

without saying anything, you stood right in front of them, hand clasped together; sweating through the soft fabric, not strong enough to glance their way while the king spoke out your mistakes.

“it has come to my attention that my daughter- the princess of our glorious kingdom is in need of a knight.”

every syllable dragging closer to the final punch of embarrassment, just waiting for him to say why you needed one; deemed too dumb, too vulnerable, too weak to be out by yourself.

the running joke amongst your handmaidens, giggling about how you’d surely get lost inside these high walls if it weren’t for someone accompanying you.

“isn't that right?” the king questioned, leaving no audible cue that this was something he needed answered, he had already made up his mind.

but you nodded, gripping the fabric under your palms- hot shame rolling down between your shoulder blades knowing how this would look to everyone.

“yes, your majesty.” any power your voice had was stripped long ago- and now you stood, barely by your own volition.

“yes- so now that brings us to today. one knight has been picked, the most capable of them all- from the prideful circle we have entrusted to guard our land.”

the lack of acknowledgement, of understanding from your father only grew the coils of embarrassment. eyes swept back and forth from your mothers feet to the kings- standing while complications of your incompetence were read out, only really paying attention when he spoke of just who was to be your knightly guard.

“ushijima wakatoshi- from henceforth will be the one to look after the princess regent to ensure her safety at all times, since we all know what a delicate flower she is.” his voice rumbling with saccharine sweetness that made your stomach turn, each syllable laced with pity and disappointment- treated like a kid when you held such a holy title.

your eyes immediately snapped up in sheer surprise- eyes wide, caught in surprise. you'd assume they would give you a low ranking barely trained disciple, not the commanding knight.

with a wave of the king's hand the fractured light still beaming behind them now radiated off polished metal plating as he stepped out of the line of knights guarding the throne, head held high- jaw set while he looked on, forward.

he was like a mountain, only ever watching him from your room while he trained in the courtyard; looking much taller with the mere feet of distance now.

the fluttering of your heart hadn’t ceased since you’d walked to your spot- but now it felt like a tiny drum made its home inside, feeling strangled while heavy steps began towards your form.

you didn’t know where to look, waiting to address- or not address him, not knowing if it was okay to do so before the throne. wavering in your stance once he stood close, to the right- one hand perched to the hilt of his sword and the other carrying his helmet, like stone while you swayed unsure next to him, scared to turn your head and look his way while your father’s wide smile pinned you down.

“ushijima, jewel of our knighthood- will you serve under the throne once more and protect the future queen?” he questioned, once more bearing the tone that didn't really leave room for questioning, absolute in everything he said.

the shift beside you was sudden, near dizzying as ushijima knelt beside you- head that had just been held so high turned downwards to show his loyalty.

it made your stomach turn, seeing someone so grand reducing themselves into a mere pawn just from the few words your father spoke. finally letting yourself move to watch him with wide eyes and an open mouth; in this moment it was the first moment of your life in which you’d want to openly defy your father. wanting to stop it all, to tell everyone you weren’t worth having someone with so much potential be stuck watching over you. but before any sound left, he spoke;

“yes, your majesty.” a voice so lovely stopped you in your spot. “i will protect the princess with my life.”

your throat constricted, tight- not letting you breathe with the finality he declared that sentence, wanting to ask if this was all necessary; you didn't want him to.

a princess who had their voice stripped away was nothing more than a figurehead; deemed holy from the moment you were born, looked on as something precious, unblemished and pure- paraded and shown around as a symbol of the prospering kingdom, showing how virile and strong your father was to produce such magnificent offspring and you hated it.

foregoing any sort of learning in favor of polishing your outward appearance and now you were being shamed for being unable to do anything, to defend yourself, to walk through the gardens, to go out and see the land which was your birthright. strung in front of the knighthood who were more than capable in every regard, some looking at you with resentment, knowing your comfy life was so much different from theirs.

a wave of your fathers hand was all it took to dismiss everyone. standing still- to not attract anymore attention, you waited for your knight to stand as well.

sweat rolling down in beads over the curve of your back, dreading the knowing look of distaste that would come from ushijima, not sure if you could handle it from someone so marvelous and loved as him- head tilting up to finally make the first contact.

but that wasn’t what you saw at all. blinking away the confusion- you could make out a softness; subtle and gentle, kind and almost reverent while he waited for you to retreat back to your chambers. there was no way you could curb your shock at the gentleness you were being looked at with, swaying from the overwhelming moments you’d just undergone.

unaccustomed to the shift in your regular repertoire of how to act and react, blindsided with the patience he showed as he tilted his head down. even with his hand pointed out in the direction back to your room, it took seconds before you could move once more- feeling faint while retreating back. ornate halls so familiar felt suffocating with him behind you, soft sounds of metal clambering and heaviness in each step was the only focus for now.

awkwardness you could almost touch felt like a hot wire, hand burning and unsure of where to rest- sweaty while you politely laid them at the front of you. trying to keep your image sane and perfect, just like how it was expected of you. the new dynamic of his presence while you walked down hallways that only seemed to be closing in on you brought temptation of just running for it- straightening out your back even more than usual, feeling his gaze like featherlight strokes down your shoulders.

you supposed it was natural for his gaze to linger on you- but the scrutinizing coming from him, from a knight… from a man, brought on another wave of dizziness.

calm steps were the only sounds that broke the silence between the two of you, that and the ever present sound of his armor- all the way until you stood at the heavy door to your bedroom.

finding it in you to turn around, you faced him for the first time.

even with the mere feet apart earlier, standing to you with inches of space left between the two of you made him feel bigger, taller, trying hard to keep yourself from shaking openly, you let yourself tilt your head up to look into his eyes.

wavering just a bit while he tilted his gaze down to you, hand coming to push away a stray strand of hair on your otherwise composed self, awkwardness making it hard to start talking. wondering why he was still standing before you, surely the great commanding knight would have better things to do.

“ah- i think this is where we part ways?” you questioned, knowing you’d be resigned to your chambers for the evening- waiting to prepare yourself for nightly rituals.

the first syllables spoken to him from your pouty lips felt like an iron grip made its home over his lungs- ushijima shifted from one foot to the other, pushing down on the hilt of his sword to adjust it’s positioning.

“i’ll be stationed outside your chambers from now on.” he responded, eyebrow quirking up at the way you reacted, eyes widening and lips dropping open before collecting your composure. hands closing into cute fists atop your dress, quirking a smile before coming back into yourself.

“i see, looks like your title won't be all ceremonial then.” with a politeness that was near painful, your head lowered in a bow- turning around to open your bedroom door, but not before moving to look at him over your shoulder.

catching the way his eyes roamed down the curve of your back as you did- fluttering lashes quickly coming back to your own.

“thank you ushijima, for being my knight.” you whispered, letting yourself come undone- knowing that now he would be spending his days with you and you with him but still not accustomed to converse freely with those of your opposite sex. shyly smiling once more before letting the door close, lingering against the thick wood in a slump- hands shaky and heart thrumming painful in your chest.

the single sentence almost punched the air out of his lungs, barely able to respond with a nod of acknowledgement before your door closed.

not knowing what the protocol for being left dizzy and feverish was, wondering if he should head to the apothecary before standing guard but quickly straightening up with a clearing of his throat- his own lips unable to keep from wearing just the tiniest smile.

the days with him by your side should have eased the tightness in your chest every time you were around him, but it hadn’t. if anything- every passing day made things difficult, dizzying. uncomfortable in the time everyone was gone and you were left alone with the exception of him for the first few hours of the newborn night. your treacherous brain feeding you scenarios that could and would never ever happen.

wondering what it would be like to let yourself reach and touch his skin freely, without the worry of divine intervention smiting down your lives by indulging in everything you’d dreamt of.

newly found feelings, born from gazes where you let yourself gaze upon his hands too long, looking at the form hidden underneath heavy plates when it was time to eat and he unbuckled his chest piece for comfortability.

or when he had to give his armor to the squires for maintenance and he wore nothing but fine fabric. dark and clinging onto his body; showing that he really was nothing less than a magnificent man under the reflective plates. gazing and watching him move anytime you could; flustered in particular on nights where you should have been sleeping.

should have taken into account that your whole life people told you just how holy and pure, untouched and unblemished your body was. a future gift for whoever your father picked as your husband because there was no way you knew how to comfort that flustering- hands shaky and clutching at your lavish bedding when his image brought throbbing and heat.

delirious and still wanting day by day when in shame you had to stand in front of the knight plaguing your thoughts- wondering if there was any way you could live a life in which you longed for him in this way. not knowing that he too was burdened in the heat your soft smile, lips and form brought.

two souls begging to be one- only given glances that lasted short and clipped, uncomfortable words exchanged, a politeness kept that wouldn't last.

peaked when an attempt on your life was made- want for him that had always been misplaced by foreign heat by you boiling over.

the clamor of heavy footfalls and clashing armor woke you with a start- peering wide eyed into the dark of your room before the heavy wooden door swung open in a wide arc.

blinking away stun while your eyes adjusted to the candlelight of the hallway. his tall and mountainous form backlit in a soft glow. sword unsheathed and pointed down- his movements awkward when he took in your seated form.

expecting to find you nice and sleeping, heavy fur clutched to your chest. resembling a scared, tiny animal; like a rabbit in the way your chest rose and fell in rapid succession. trying to hide his sword from you so as to not scare you further, he placed it behind him; hidden by his cloak.

eyes wide with shock and mouth parted with the fact that he was stepping in further to your room; being told your whole life how improper having a man, no matter the status- inside your living space. promised only to the man you would be wed to when picked, this startled you to no end. unable to really deal with the implication others had placed in this moment before he pushed forward once more.

“princess.” ushijima breathed, face growing red at the slow realization of what it meant to have him standing there.

him, a man there before a princess wearing only a thin slip- sleep looking good on your face, hair nothing like he’d ever seen on you. without ornate pins and kept down so as to not bother you, he thought with a harsh tugging in his stomach that it looked beautiful. hand clenching around his sword over and over with the urge to take his armored hand and run it over your soft cheek.

it was times like this that he wished he was better with his words. wanting to soothe your fright- wanting to let you know that as long as he was there, nothing would ever happen but he approached in the only tenderness he knew- knowing it came easier when you were involved.

“you must come with me.” he murmured, voice low- flinching when you reacted in panic. gaining the last bit of lucidness you had left- noticing the glint of his sword, the stance he took; protective, nearly reaching out to you- you knew what was happening.

“there’s people in the castle, isn’t there?” you responded, voice shaky with fear; only explanation possible with the way the panic outside was tangible, people calling for knights and protection.

“yes-“ he answered truthfully, hoping you believed in his strength, hoping just having him here with you would let you know nothing bad was to come.

it had come too late, the warning and yells from watching knights that mercenaries had breached the strong walls surrounding the castle, anyone of royal blood a direct target.

and even if there was always this chance that your life was in danger- the way he had come to see you, to spend time with you in close quarters only clouded his better judgment; knowing that you would be the only thing he would be protecting tonight. despite the others of his knighthood letting him know the king had requested his leave of the princess he was sworn to and ordered to guard him instead.

ushijima thought it despicable- only ever thinking highly of the crown, cowardice and need to save themselves turned his once unwavering loyalty towards the princess, knowing if she knew what his orders really were- would turn him away; but he couldn’t leave, not anymore.

“i have to escort you- we don't know if they know where you are.” he spoke calmly once again, “we must leave.”

there was no time to think anymore- listening to what he’s saying, legs sliding out from your covers. feeling silly for the embarrassment and shyness that struck you when you stood and the only thing keeping his eyes from your bare skin was nothing more than a thin white slip. head tilted down, guilty in the want to have him see you in such a state- wondering if he saw the holiness others said you were blessed with; skin gleaming with the touch of god- a gift.

but even if you weren’t looking, a prickling heaviness painted on your shoulders and neck, sweeping down your legs let you know his gaze was fixed. panic gripping with the sound of his footsteps falling, one after the other until he stood before you- breath hot and sweeping down onto you with each labored wisp, feeling like you’ve all but swallowed your heart in the newborn feeling of hope.

hope that his hands would reach and just touch your skin finally, wanting to wipe away all labeling pushed down onto your form of being more than fit to belong to anyone you chose, but instead a heavy fabric placed in careful movements dumped directly onto your back.

eyes snapping up, looking with a wide and questioning gaze- and seeing lidded eyes glazed over with a feeling familiar but not known to you. jaw clenched; letting his hand linger over your shoulder for just a second before nodding and stepping back away from the temptation of your body.

“they won’t know it’s you if you wear this.” ushijima spoke, roughed around the edges of his words- “stay close to me, and do not lift your head.”

this was the kindest act he took upon himself, shaky hands, ones you couldn't see as he tugged his robe up and over your head sitting over the corners of your sight- letting you see only yourself in the reflection of his chestplate.

like this, nearly curling into your space to tend to you, he felt everywhere. the outward rejection should have quelled any thoughts you had for him in the night. but wearing this- directly off his back, still warm with him, smelling like him, only further stroked the flames inside.

with the final seconds before he stepped back, out of the tiny space of yours. his hand stayed hovering over the top of your covered head- wondering if he could let himself bring it down, to soothe you physically- heart tugging in his chest to bring his hand down, but keeping the mantra of his duty replaying in the back of his mind; hand coming back down to his side, where it should be, he stepped away in the same motion.

“stay close to me.”

finality and a tense tone rang out from his lips, dressed in how he should speak to you as your knight- incapable of confessing the knot laying low in his stomach with the thought of something bad happening to you. not from the stance he should be taking but as something else, as a man looking over someone he cared for deeply.

smothering the need to kiss your face, to reach his strong fingers on either side of your face and hold you so that you could only see him at the sight of your wide eyes gleaming so prettily up at him, nodding nice and polite in acknowledgement.

steps taken from your room, his hands both occupied- one holding a torch and the other firm around the sword of his hilt resounded clearly in the moon bathed hallways.

every sound, no matter how small or loud had you nearly doubled over in fear- only barely muffled by the thick fabric of his cloak. staying mere seconds away from his back with how close you were, justified in the situation you let yourself indulge; too scared to care about any implications or godly punishments that could come, your hands reached to hold onto him.

“where are we going?” you questioned meekly, trying hard to keep up. fingers twisting into his overshirt even more at the feel of his deep voice rumbling through your hold.

“to my chambers- the lodgings where the knights sleep would have been a better hold, but it's too long of a walk.” he responded, clearing his throat with a cough thanks to the heavy presence of your tugging hands on the middle of his back.

every foot fall felt heavier with you like this, even more than when he had his usual pounds of armor on but he kept forward.

walking more than you ever had in your life, through hallways where knights were usually stationed at now vacant and eerily quiet- looking up at your own while the cold of dying winter breathed across your body.

ushijima’s large stature bore an air of edge to it, and even in the presence of you his sword hadn’t been sheathed once while you two made way to his lodging. already stoic and calm in whatever he did- there was nothing said between the two of you until he hurriedly spoke of how close you were.

something so small brought so much comfort- listening quietly while he explained the advantage of being roomed here for the night, hidden away and apart from the monumental castle. his residence resembling a building used to store wood or just another stable boy’s room, completely different to what you had been accustomed to.

but it was comfortable, you realized while he hurriedly ushered you inside- hand close to your lower back to guide you in front of him, only ever suggesting where you should go instead of insisting, letting you step inside and situate yourself wherever you pleased.

the tension in his shoulders only grew with you here with him- seemingly crowding your space with only him standing there.

“you should rest, i’ll continue to stand guard.” he spoke with certainty that that was what was going to happen, but there was no way you could sleep now, not with how tonight's events unfolded- choosing instead to sit right in the middle of your knight's bed- clambering to the middle. not nearly as lavish as yours, but still comfortable and warm. keeping the heaviness of his cloak draped around your shoulders, giving yourself small glances at him, standing guard just like he said, with his sword drawn. facing the door, ever cautious and strong.

knowing there wasn't going to be many chances like this, no eyes or ears here except for the two of you- voice small but still there, you let yourself ask him a question. addressing him with the guilt that was slowly melting away and no longer nagging at the back of your head of even being here with him, of wanting to entertain the need to reach out.

“do you wish you were out there?” you asked, the first sound between you and him after seemingly an eternity was your fragile voice, taking note of the way his shoulders tensed.

wondering if it really was anger, after all, that he felt towards you- forced to guard a helpless princess instead of joining his brothers in watch.

your fingers gripped at the hem of his cloak to tighten it around you further when he swayed. he wondered if he could even let himself turn to look at you. wondering what the proper thing to do when the most wanted and precious thing in the kingdom was sitting unaccompanied and unsupervised with the likes of him.

it took seconds too long for him to muster up the courage to speak- heat already singeing away at his nerves with the fact that something so delicate was sitting in the bed he slept naked on. wondering if you could smell the lust for you he kept hidden in the same spot you sat- after nights departed from you.

“no.” he finally responded, knowing the knighthood was capable. if he could be honest, there was no other place he’d pick, would rather live a thousand lives here in this moment where he could pretend that you were only his to keep.

not believing his word, you let your nose come close to the fabric; sniffling while guilty tears sprang, clinging onto your heavy lashes.

“i can’t imagine it's easy for you to stay here with me.” you warbled, already not accustomed to speaking to him for so long. he stuttered in his stance, eyebrows furrowing at the sudden air of sadness you let him feel.

“it’s not. but i made a promise, princess.” he spoke, truthful by birth but unknowingly keeping you dumb to the reason why it was so hard for him.

ever perceptive- he could hear the waver in your voice, immediately wondering what he could do to soothe your fears, a pang hitting his heart with the thought that you didn't think him capable enough to keep you safe. not knowing that you were in distress over something completely different.

“nothing will harm you-”

even with words meant to soothe, it only fell heavier against your chest, retreating into the little space you’ve created with his cloak, you could only take so much of his kind words before you whined out loud.

choking back any more pitiful sounds by pressing your lips against a cloaked arm- pinching eyes closed to stop the tears, guilty once more at reacting like this while he stayed so close.

but you couldn't stew in those emotions for long, startled by the way his stance changed- letting his sword down at an awkward angle, showing he wasn't focused on the door any longer, turning to look down at you.

and once again, he looked at you with patience and softness- face set and near emotionless except for his watchful eyes, taking time to let a small smile curl at the corner of his lips, to show you everything was okay. knocking any thought clear from your mind at the sight, now suffocated in the acknowledgment of just how handsome he was.

“we’ve spent our lives for this. no harm will come to you.” ushijima repeated, this time looking right at you- letting himself take two steps forward, ignorant to how close he was getting until he could hear your breath pick up.

so close, he realized he was so close when his thighs met the end of his bed- wondering if there had ever been a moment in the time he had been appointed as yours where he had been this close, close and alone.

the weight of his sword felt heavier, hold wavering while only you became the focus, snapping him out of the trance you put him under while the heavy and polished metal made contact with his leg.

reminding himself who he was, ushijima began stepping back.

but your hand, shaky but firm in its grasp reached out- tugging at the material covering his torso. a silent plea for more.

“stay. stay close to me, please?”

just like he had asked you to do earlier and there it was, knowing it would be a futile attempt to even turn his back and guard you while you wanted him closer. fingers lessening their hold against his hilt, letting his weapon fall beside him in a loud clamber.

the single sentence bringing him down onto his knees before you. fear striking through you at the thought of any more space living there. he had been put by your side to protect you, what more could being soothed by him do?

typical rules not applying to the current situation you’d found yourself in, not knowing if there even would be a ruling crown come morning- desperate in your attempt to keep him, familiar and strong all for you.

and it was as if he could feel your desperation roll of you in waves- hand reaching down to coax your own off the hold they had, stopping short when he remembered just who you were too.

hand curling into a fist drops down by his side in defeat, before shaking his head.

“i can't touch you.” he whispered lowly, strained and weakened by your temptation.

“but i want to feel you.”

the confession left him freely, mountainous weight that he’d bore with being in your proximity leaving him to breathe in a shaky breath.

there were painful seconds that came by, choking out a frantic plea once more- wanting him to see just how much you wanted him too.

“do you know what it’s like to lay awake at night- feverish and, and throbbing with need?” you questioned, breaking any line of thought he had; picking up his head to look at your desperate face.

heat curling up the base of your skull and prickling throughout your scalp, looking at your hands picking away at absolutely nothing on his cloak, still wrapped securely around you.

“wondering what you could do to make it go away, knowing the person you want the most standing outside your chambers, protecting you.”

words ever so truthful left you now, confessing on your own while his body rose up off his knees. shoulders straight, whole body seemingly taking a protective stance.

every single word you said like a punch to his gut- knowing now that this wasn’t a one sided tug, that he wasn’t taking advantage of the princess he was sworn to look over.

it took seconds to speak once again, wondering what would become of the night now.

“do you want me like i want you?” ushijima wondered, clearly knowing from what you said before that it was an agreement, but the already growing heat between his thighs wanted to know more of what you felt.

“yes.” you whispered back, sweating now while he stayed upright- peering down at you from his nose, highlighting just how big your knight was.

“have you ever laid with a man?”

the singular question would have had anyone hung for directing it towards you, but he didn’t give a damn anymore.

“no.”

he knew the answer- but in a twisted way, it settled any lingering thought of incompetence he felt for not being born of a noble family, to have you properly.

one last lingering gaze upon your body was all he gave you before strong hands reached for the cloak he had given you. tugging it off in one motion and leaving you how he had found you earlier tonight, setting his hands in a reach for his own clothes.

you knew wandering eyes were dangerous, knew that this was wrong for a lady, a princess nonetheless, to do. watching as his scarred hands dutifully removed layers of his thick clothing. nothing like you’d ever worn; your garments always soft and light, made from fine silk- but his were thick and dyed in dark colors, piece by piece laid down beside his bed from where you still sat, waiting.

his own eyes kept their sight on your face while he rid himself of everything, stopping only when a thin white blouse and his undergarments were finally revealed.

not letting himself look at anything else, think of anything else while he approached- knowing words would fail to encapsulate what was running through his head, feeling like an animal approaching his prey; a nagging voice in the back of his mind telling him what bad of an idea this was, he was turning his back on the oath he’d taken to protect you and your honor.

any semblance of reasoning for any of this, lost while both knees rested on either side of you, muscled body arching to lay heavy palms along the sides of your head while you followed.

caged between arms that you’d marveled at in passing, watching him while he leaned close-

sinful, burning lust crept up his neck with the revelation of how his stature must look hunched over your body. letting himself lean into you more, brought closer by the heaviness laying solid in his chest and core. wanting to reach you until he could feel the pout of your lips, sharing breaths intertwined with shaky desperation.

seconds crawled by while your soft hands clawed at his clothes, wondering what it would take for him to just touch you properly, not wanting to be marveled at any longer.

the same reverence you've seen before in passing strangers eyes looked down at you now- too much all at once.

“dont.” you whispered, chest tightening up. newly cried tears pooling by your lashes, fingers curling into his clothes with barely any strength- tugging away uselessly.

“don’t look at me like that.” you whined- wanting it to go away, to ease the guilt residing between your ribs.

your plea confused him, blinking away stunned stupor he didn’t realize he had slipped into. choosing to reach his hand up to your face- not touching, feeling overwhelmed already at the fact that you were laying between his legs while he looked down at you like this.

thumb once more barely catching bubbling tears springing forth under your eyes, wanting to do what he had set out to in the beginning- to take the fear away.

an inquisitive sound was all he could respond with. still too tenacious with you when all he wanted was to dig in.

“you look at me like i’m a goddess.” you finally breathed out- turning your face into the hand still trying to wipe away your tears.

being selfish, for the first time in your life- selfish in the warmth his palm radiated against your lips. turned to absolute gluttony while your legs shook, taking seconds to listen to the hitch in his breathing at the way your tongue pressed sinfully along his scarred palm before once again looking at him with wanting eyes.

“i don’t want to be holy, not anymore. not with you here with me.” you whined- painted in all the colors of want while confessing. sealing your fate, tainting holy skin that had been ritually washed and cleansed every night since your adolescence. tracing up and over his fingers, his hand hovered over your cheek in shock.

rationality screamed in waves to pull back- to stop your inching reach over his forearm now while he stared back. stomach dropping down completely when your treacherous and beautiful hand reached up over the neckline of his already low blouse, his whole body responding with heat while your palm laid flat against the beating of his heart.

heat that tugged and demanded attention when all he wanted to do was ignore it and hold onto it with both hands at the same time, conflicted in what he should do- wondering how someone so beautiful was becoming the very thing depositing years of stoic training.

finally sitting up farther from you when his cock twitched back in response to your finger brushing the sensitive skin of his neck. breathing heavy, nearly choking out a single apology for it, head tilting down to give himself a moment of reprieve. shielding his eyes from your wanting gaze, wondering what would become of him- or you, once he let his hands touch.

wanting to be the one to help your wants and needs, to help his own. god and everything holy- scripture detailing the gift that you were upon this land not present in this moment, not while the first graze of his sinful hand met your cheek, knowing it would have always been you that would be his undoing. damned if he let any of it go, selfishness the driving force now- his loyalty to the crown and god shifting all into a singular being that still whimpered and pleaded for him for more underneath him when he was doing everything you had been told not to let a man do.

without lifting his head, he let his thumb touch your lower lip- following it when your lips parted to let in a gasp.

eyes once more watering thanks to the singular touch he gave you, greedy hands opening to grab at his linen blouse to pull him down onto you. bunching up the fabric between your greedy hands, finding heated skin beneath and splaying your palms down the muscled expanse of his broad body.

listening to every labored breath ushijima seemed to indulge himself in, your hands couldn't keep from wandering and feeling every dip and ripple of muscle kept unmoving in fear of breaking this moment with you.

fingertips tracing over risen skin, copious and seemingly painted all over his body;

“ushijima?” you whispered, eyes widening at the realization that these were scars running along his back. throat tightening with the need to cry, glazed eyes looking at his face- unable to speak when it was a soft smile that looked back at you.

“it was all for you. the fighting- training, it was to keep you safe.” he finally responded, switching the weight of him all to one hand, once more repeating the process of wiping away tears but this time letting his thumb drag along the swell of your cheek; touching you freely.

“it was always for you- watching you wave at the people with a kind smile, watching you pick flowers in the courtyard.”

“i wasn't chosen to become your knight,” he murmured- voice heavy and truthful, “i volunteered. if only to see more of your smile.”

the heaviness resting between your lungs crawled up your throat, letting go in the form of a silent sob- feet planting on the fur beneath you two, thighs rising up to rest against his hips; you couldn’t take it anymore.

crazed and feverish and wanting him all at once- lifting your body up and off the bed to press your cheek along his neck and whimpering, wanting him to take all the throbbing and fear, to leave behind more of the singeing heat in the spots your skin met.

“please-“

the singular murmur, airy and wavering in every syllable made his hands come to wrap around your body- still knowing just how horrible it was to leave a princess like you wanting anything. wondering if he could do more to stop even your pleas from leaving your mouth.

what kind of knight would he be if he couldn’t satiate his princesses wants, throwing all better judgment out the door- not wanting to keep you hurting like he was any longer.

curling down further, weight of himself settling down onto you like you wanted- feeling every shuddering breath he let himself take as well.

“It's okay.” his voice comfort enough to keep your shaking body still while slowly detangling himself against your hold- keeping strong hands along the curve of your sides.

patience wearing thin because amidst the heat of his body there’s something throbbing resting along your thigh while he pulls back and attends to your body with softness in every movement- foreign to him is the restraint of his strength.

“there’s something-” you whine, moving your leg up to feel more, stopped in your shifting by his hand coming down over it, pinning your thigh back down onto the bed; your slip already bunched up against your hips and his hand coming into complete contact with you.

stars dancing in his vision with the contact, strained groan tumbling past his lips while listening in on your pretty gasp in reaction to the tightening hold he held there. swallowing tersely before letting his grip relax- wondering if anything else that had been done before was sinful, this surely would be the thing to damn him.

but picking his head up, letting him look at you for a reaction- he saw nothing but a neediness that swallowed you. lips wet from your own tongue, eyes lidded and breathing out small pants- cock hard and responding with another throb at the sight.

“its me, princess.” ushijima grunted, feeling lightheaded all at once with how you reacted to his words- testing the strength of his grasp with another undulation of your hips.

knowing there was no turning back, a hand reached down to hold onto his cock through the cotton still keeping his form from your eyes.

eyes that nearly strained to look while he palmed himself openly- trying to ease the hurt.

there was no plan for what to do next, too dumb and painfully new to all of this. an attempt of squeezing your legs together failed by the thickness of his body still between them, breathing out an almost annoyed whine not going unnoticed by him.

“it hurts.” ushijima states like he knows, because he does- his own throbbing clear and tangible but yours is still hidden between your legs, and he's never wanted to implore and know more than now.

“i can take it away, make you feel better.” he near rambles, removing his hand from his throbbing cock and now taking both your thighs in emboldened hands. only ever finding softness like yours in the petals that are born in coming spring.

he himself not knowing if the words he spoke rang true, incessant need to bury his cock in the softness undoubtedly sitting pretty between your still clenching legs. responding to what he spoke of like it had been what you’d been waiting for all your life. blooming in the way you let yourself fall apart, head tilting back to come away from his stare- turning your gaze to the side while you felt the thin material of your dress come up even further.

“wakatoshi.” you whispered, tears coming forth in pure lust; helping him by reaching for his still hands- placing yours atop his and finally, finally bringing his thumbs into contact with your core.

stupefied by the single utterance of his denomination- first name stripped away from the titles and the air of authority that came with his last one. now knowing you saw him as a man, about to be touched by a man, defiled and indulging in sinful acts like two people forgone by any pretense. he let his thumbs dig in, hissing out words of praise he didn’t know would come so naturally, tracing out the shape of your cunt through the last little bit of fabric hiding you away.

wondering how you could be so wet- the fabric covering shades darker with arousal, heat emanating so close to his touch.

letting his thumbs dig in, pushing apart the swell of your pussy- mouth salivating when the fabric is unable to hide you from his prying, huffing out a shaky breath at the sight of you.

it was all too much, sitting there and ogling at your cunt was never going to be enough with just how much he wanted you and with the way you drooled all over his digits. silently pleading with himself to utter more than a shaky apology, fingers reach to grab at the waistline of the cloth keeping you away, and tugging all the way down your legs.

there had never been a time in his life where he thought any sort of his own strength would be used against you- but it was all different now.

he knew you wanted him, knew that just by touching you and feeling you hadn’t immediately brought down the wrath of god; indulging in what he could while he was here with you, protecting and servicing himself to your needs.

easy to reach, listening in to the way you whine and nearly coo at him for the act; fingers wrapping under your thighs to pull your legs up and over his own thighs, resting your softness atop hardened muscle like it belongs there.

slowly reaching for his own waistband, wondering if you had any conflicting thoughts about any of this.

“do you still want me princess?” ushijima wonders, thumb dipping into the thatch of hair lining downwards, letting you openly look at him while inches of his hard cock is revealed.

you could barely push past the wavering sight of him thanks to how hard your heart beats in your chest, wiggling your already risen hips with the feeling of arousal rushing past your cunt and down into the seam of you; fluttering between looking at his face and the length being revealed. nearly holding your breath, never seeing a thing like his cock standing; tip weeping and red, angry, throbbing in tandem with the clenching of your cunt.

despite it all, lidded eyes close to moan in response- already silenced by just being spread open and gazed at.

but just your pleading sound wasn’t enough for him- hunger eating away at the need for you, it made him feel dizzy.

his hand reached for your face, holding you still while a stuttering heartbeat was all that was let pass before he leaned down and spoke, nearly growled it against your lips.

“say it.”

gasping in response to how he handled you, not like you’d been made of glass or how gentle everyone treated you your whole life- but in a tandem response to lust that was too heavy to bear.

“i want you wakatoshi.”

there it was again- the utterance of his first name on your sinful tongue, breaking him down even worse than he was before.

this time his hips bucked down onto you, pressing his heavy cock along the mess between your legs- still drooling all over yourself.

the feeling of meeting you like this came immediately, panting while he reached down to kiss you- sloppy and full of teeth, silently begging you to forgive him for not knowing how to treat you any softer. but this was all energy he had kept pent up and locked away, only ever thinking this was possible in his head- tongue laving down over your bottom lip while shaky hands reached up for his hair and tugged.

there had already been too much time wasted between the two of you, your legs coming up to hook around his waist, and his own hand releasing the hold of your face to wrap his fingers over his heavy cock.

whispering small tokens of reassurance- knowing how well endowed he was for a man and that meeting like this; trying to receive him would be an accomplishment itself.

“my princess.” ushijima whispered while testing, pressing the swollen head of himself against your pussy; trying to keep it all tampered down despite your squealing.

“you’re mine now.”

letting yourself be taken like this, wanting it more than anything helped while he pushed inside- wide eyes blinking away tears and biting back choked out whimpers of pain while he filled and filled.

slotting himself so tight every brush of his length sounded sticky, back arching with the meeting of his hips to yours, swallowing down harshly to let yourself mewl for even more.

pain new and exciting, feeling this full and satisfied even newer and even more exhilarating- trying to blink and make sense of absolutely anything except for the fact that he was shaking hard and breathing even harder.

restraint looked absolutely sinful on him, brows furrowed down in harsh concentration- hands that had wandered down to your sides took fistfuls of your slip to bunch up and use as leverage, waiting for the dazed and pinched look on your face to dissipate before even attempting at rocking his hips.

but even looking down at you, he saw you wanted more- felt it with eager clenching of your sinful cunt, once more breaking away that strong reserve of his, testing your own will by bringing his hips away.

pulling out of the mess and desperate clutch of your pussy, taking time to breathe while you nearly sat up in desperation; missing the heavy heat inside of you, quickly satiated and fucked down onto the bedding with a strong and immediate push inside- enough force to send you rocking downwards and squealing.

“mm- wakatoshi, i want more.” you cried- forgoing any mask or pretense, any reserve of your dignity in favor of feeling this once more, virgin cunt sending searing pain up your stomach before resolving completely into a tingling bloom of pleasure branching from where his big cock split you open.

twisted heat you felt before only ever resolved by him, pushing out any fear and panic you'd felt earlier by filling you up with his length, fingers digging into his arms when he let the weight of himself come right back down.

palms splayed out beside your head balling up into fists at the biting pleasure- spiting directly in the face of the oath of chastity he’d taken, watching your body bounce in the first uneven tempo of his hips.

your sticky body shake and curl underneath him trying so hard to temper down just how good this all was, trying to focus on him and him on you.

no direction given, no prior knowledge to any of this made you both dizzy and dumb- doing nothing more than shamelessly rut against eachother before his hips frantically pistoned in and out; reaching deeper the more he pulled out, thrusts so heavy and lasting you could feel them with every swallow, that you could hear in the broken wavering shouts of your voice.

you’d never felt like this, blackening dots dancing in your vision the more he continued- curling spiral of that hot pleasure tightening and coiling near painfully in the pit of your tummy the longer he continued. every second passing frantically and feeling it in the splattering of your arousal clear over your thighs and the heaviness of his balls tamping down over and over the curve of your bottom.

turning your head, searching his eyes for silent confirmation that this was okay, that you weren’t going crazy before the burning returned full force.

scrambling to find any sort of purchase on his big body- your hands looked for his shoulders. once more tugging him down close, to muffle and press back the feeling of your very self into your body in the twisted wanting tingling every inch of you.

“please, i’m- it feels-“ your broken words and scrambled thoughts just barely reaching his own clouded ears, letting you know that this was all okay with the curling of his hand splayed behind your head to hook your face into his neck. curling a strong arm under your back- keeping you in place while animalistic thrusts increased at the tightening your pussy put his big cock through.

swearing down everything he’d ever known- ushijima was tugged along to your orgasm, holding you while the tremors of your body struggled against him- knees knocking up against his rutting hips, grunting at every impale of his dick against your squeezing- only helped by your gushing, liquid heat splattering down his thighs before dripping back down onto you. nails leaving scars of your own touch onto his already marred back- chanting his name like it was the only thing you’d known, that you would ever know.

and just like the watchful and strong knight he was, his own body seemed to understand the weakened state he’d put you in- lips open while short puffs of his breath inhaled and exhaled, grunting at the fullness in his balls; now swelling to the point they hurt before his own body began trembling.

an uncounted number of thrusts, coming down in rapid succession, finally knocked the wind out of you with desperate little squeaks before he stilled completely. face turning to groan low and deep and long into your cheek- pinning your hips down to receive the heat he’d held onto for so long, cumming in thick and viscous spurts so thick it pushed passed either sides of your swollen lips; wondering with clouded judgment if he would ever stop filling you.

digging his knees into the bed to press himself completely and utterly close to you, your hips doing nothing but following up and up, letting him squeeze and bring you wherever he wanted.

seconds turned to minutes before either of you could move, muscles screaming in protest at any attempt to even adjust one another- you thankful that he was so strong, that he could still keep you up with one hand wrapped around you and the other hand holding your head up.

thoughts drifting into nothing but what just happened, always returning back to the soft looks he’d always given you, to the way he felt and fucked you, to the soft and broken sentences of just how beautiful you looked and felt agaisnt him.

“will you ever forgive me for this?” he wondered out loud, cock soft by the time he began speaking- slowly letting it slip out of you, grunting once at the sound of his still swollen cockhead popping out your battered pussy. stomach tensing, muscles rippling under his skin when his soft length dropped back down onto his drained balls with a mess of shared cum painting him, pubes a mess of it all as well.

you looked at him inquisitively, soft now- tired and sleepy with what you’d undergone.

“for what will come in the nights following all of this.” he whispered, letting you go to marvel at your body.

thumbs once more returning to your ruined cunt and slipping between swollen folds.

you could only reach for him with a weak hand, bringing the now soiled digit into your lips with care and that softness he’d just dug his scarred fingers into. letting him go once satisfied and clean, never feeling as holy and bathed in divine wholeness before this. beckoning for his body with outstretched hands- letting him carefully slot his weight atop yours.

“i’m your princess now, wakatoshi. anything you’d give me- i want.”

it was the only sentence you’d ever spoken where you used your title in a selfish manner- letting yourself indulge in this sin; gluttony looking good on your wet lips.

finally having him; your knight- you knew you’d never want anything else, holding him deep into the night knowing he’d protect you from anything you’d ever worry about facing.

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ happy together ⠀ 〳 ⠀ u.wakatoshi ‵

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) if i should call you up, invest a dime. and you say you belong to me and ease my mind. imagine how the world could be, so very fine. so happy together or in which the heir to the biggest mafia/yakuza in japan is in an arranged marriage with a foreigner & it turns into a wicked jealous filled obsession. inspo from happy together by the turtles

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — fem reader, her/she pronouns, female pet names, the reader is black coded (mentions of skin complexion but isn't centered around the plot), yandere themes, yandere!ushijima, mentions of violence, mentions of blood, mentions of murder, mentions of gore, yakuza/mafia au, choking kink, character death, possessive!ushijima, ooc!ushijima (only said ooc cause he does not act like the way he acts in hq), toxic relationship, ushijima father slaps him in one part, arranged marriage au, apart of @thicksimpx 'omertá 1k collab event', minors dni !!

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── reblogs & comments are highly appreciated

HOW COULD SOMEONE’S HANDS FEEL SO COLD? That thought lingered in the back of your mind when you felt Ushijima Wakatoshi’s hand placed on the lower part of your back as you waltz around the venue. You remembered how his touch felt so cold that it sent a shiver down your spine even though minutes ago you complained about hot you were in the vintage well-tailored white dress. You never actually expected your life to take a sudden change due to your father. It was a bit comical considering that he got you into this marriage and didn’t even bother to show up to walk you down the aisle.  You felt like a sheep among some vicious hungry wolves. You had no friends in Japan. You had no family in Japan. Just Ushijima and his circle. You couldn’t even contact your family unless they contacted you first. You would think that you were the president’s daughter, but you were only one of the richest men in the world's daughter. That came with consequences. Your life was always under a microscope. Eat this. Dress this way. Don’t date this person. Attend this university. You didn’t actually think you’ll be scribbling ‘have an assassination threat on your head’ off your Bingo card.

So here you were, bound with Ushijima Wakatoshi for your safety and the future of your family. You should have known that an arranged marriage was going to be put on the table. Someone one would question why a foreigner has been hanging around the notorious family that controls more than eight districts in Japan. You planned to lay low, enjoy your time in Japan, maybe go back to school, and then when your father contacted Ushijima’s father, go back home. But the thing is, you knew that it wasn’t any going back home. For all you know, your father could have been dead. The thing is you knew this marriage wasn’t going to be rainbows and sunshine, Ushijima didn’t even smile as you waltz down the aisle in a room of strangers. You remembered the deadpan look he gave you, but that last dance is what caused your stomach to form the most horrendous knots as he brought your closer. You could feel his breath trickle at your earlobe before he’s whispering, “The only one for me is you, and you for me. We both have a lot on the line when it comes to this fuckin’ marriage. We’re stuck with each other, so let’s make sure this work.” 

Even though he uttered those words in your ear over two months ago, you and Ushijima just couldn’t work. It wasn’t like you weren’t putting in the effort, you did. You even learned how to cook some of his favorite dishes and even then, you still were met with a harsh cold steel door. You remembered vividly when it seemed like a switch was turned on in his head. You sat in the living room like the pretty wife you were. The diamond ring on your wedding finger glistened under the family mansion light, you hated to admit that Ushijima picked out a beautiful ring when it wasn’t much meaning behind it. You were confused about why you and Ushijima were summoned here in the first place. It wasn’t like you two were doing anything romantic anyway, just you watching the maids cater to him due to him partying the previous night. When you heard the harsh footsteps and your eyes watched as men bowed as the Takashi Utsui entered the room. By the looks of his face, he looked pissed and your mind instantly panicked. You toyed with the ends of your dress as you watch Ushijima stand up with urgency to greet his father. 

Your eyes bulged outward when you heard and witnessed the harsh slap Takashi placed against Ushijima’s cheek. The room was so silent and you observed everyone in the room. No one bulged at the action as if it happened before. You watched as one of Takashi’s men would rush to his side handing him a folder. He opened it with urgency revealing the photo of Ushijima in a club the previous night. A woman was on his lap kissing his neck. Your eyes instantly lowered in embarrassment. Even though this marriage had no love, you still felt a form of humiliation. 

“What did I tell you before you said I do to that woman right there?” Takashi’s finger points at you. 

Ushijima's jaw clenched tightly as if he was holding back an explosive bomb. 

“Huh? I can’t seem to hear you.” Takashi stepped forward toward his son. His head tilted to the side as he was trying to hear Ushijima’s words.

“That if I embarrass her, I’m dishonoring my family,” Ushijima said.

“And?” Takashi asked.

“And she’s a part of the family now,” Ushijima said. 

Your heart was beating so hard at the word. You watched as Takashi's fingers combed through his hair. He let out a sigh to calm himself down before he’s walking over to you extending his hand for you to take. You hesitantly took it as he helped you up, walking by his angry son to walk into the family garden in the backyard. Your hand grasped at his arm as you walked by his side. The sweet scent of the Cherry Blossom tree that was in their backyard. You remembered Ushijima mentioning that his father got the tree grown in the backyard because his mother adored the scent of when the petals free-fell to the ground. However, even though his parents divorced his father still made sure the tree was taken care of.

“I want you to go out,” His father commented as he was walking around the garden. He could feel your grasp upon his arm tighter, “You’ve been trapped up in the house while my reckless son goes out and embarrasses our family,” He commented. 

“I don’t know anyone to go out with sir,” You commented. “I would rather be home, especially considering that it would only be a burden. Do I need to remind you, that I have a hit out on me?” You pointed out.

You watched as his lips formed a straight line, “Of course. I won’t let you go out alone, you’ll be with my assistant and her friends. Plus, I’m sure I’ll have some men in there if you need them,” he reminded. 

You would look at him before simply nodding, not bothering to argue with him once again. “Okay.” was the only thing you said before he let go of your hand. 

“Please enjoy your time out. I would hate to have to tell your father you hate it here.” He responded. “You deserve to be happy and I’ll be sure to ensure that.” 

You forced a smile on your face which seems like you were doing that a lot. The sweet scent of the cherry blossoms lingered up your nostrils before you were speaking once again, “Okay, thank you.” You gave his arm a squeeze and a kind smile before departing to go back into the luxury home. 

You were expecting to be met by Ushijima, but he was nowhere to be found. It didn’t particularly shock you, he got embarrassed in front of everyone. You were expecting to be met with your usual driver who hardly spoke to you unless you spoke to him first but instead was met with Tendou and Kai. Your eyebrows raised as you stared at him, “Let me guess, you’re taking me home.” You sighed and you didn’t get an answer, but you did follow them outside the huge mansion. 

When you got in the SUV, you would sit in the back instantly indulging in the things on your phone before you heard Kai’s voice. “He actually does care about you, you know?” 

You would shake your head, “Has a funny way of showing it.” You answered.

“But, please do not do something tonight that will upset him,” Tendo warned as his fingertips tapped at the steering wheel.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “He gets to go out and act a damn fool, but wants to lose his mind if I do the same,” You kissed your teeth. “I’m going to go out and have so much fun like his father said to do.” 

The remaining amount of time in the car was quiet before you were dropped off at the luxury mansion that you resided in. Despite you decorating the huge mansion to your liking, it still didn’t feel like home. You were greeted by one of the maids, and you would only tell her that she could take the day off, especially considering that you believed today was one of her children's birthdays.

“But Mr.—“ The maid's words were cut off by you.

“I will handle him. You guys can have the rest of the day off. Go enjoy your child’s birthday,” You explained as you watched her face light up before she walked away to grab her things. 

FOR ONCE YOU WERE ENJOYING YOURSELF. As you were at the bar attempting to flag down one of the bartenders, you could feel a male figure squeeze himself next to you and the countless others at the bar. His tall stature towered over you as you attempted once again to get the bartender’s attention. However, the man interjected whistling and getting the bartender’s attention. 

“That’s the trick, to get their attention,” He commented as he gave you a smile that you returned. It was like a bird calling as the bartender flocked to him effortlessly. “This beautiful young woman has been trying to get your attention. I’ve told you guys about not being aware of the customers in front of you.” He warned.

“Sorry sir, it’s a bit hectic back here.” The bartender apologized as his eyes traveled to you. But when he noticed who you were, he looked away with quickness. “What can I get you?” 

You would ignore his sudden break of eye contact and begin to list the drinks your section wanted. “Could you get them served to that section also?” You pointed to the section on the left of the club. “Add an extra bottle and just charge it to Ushijima Wakatoshi’s card.” 

The gentlemen next to you eyebrows raised as he was trying to mentally put a face to the name that fell off your tongue. You leaned against the bar patiently before speaking, “Thanks for helping me. I appreciate it.” You gave him a kind smile as you watched one of the bottle girls load up the drinks on a tray to deliver to the section you were at. 

“It’s no problem. We wouldn’t want to disappoint the wife of Ushijima Wakatoshi.” He responded. 

You rolled your eyes hearing that statement, which the man caught instantly. “Is there a problem? Are you—”

Your words cut him off with a quickness. “It’s not a problem. I am his wife after all, but I just hate that here that’s all I’m known for.” You said to the gentlemen. 

You understood that it was for the best for a lot of people to know who you were, but being known as the wife of a man who didn’t even take the marriage seriously himself felt even worst. You had so much more power than people expected, but here you were in an unknown world not being able to use that power. 

You thanked the stranger once again before attempting to go back to the section, but you felt him tug you back towards him. He lets out a firm sigh before extending his hand toward you. “Let’s start over, I’m Lev Haiba. I own this club.” His hand motioned around the crowds of people in the nightclub. 

You couldn’t help but snicker as you shook his head. “Y/N, heir to the biggest oil company in the world.” You answered. “But that has to stay between us.” You gave Lev a playful smirk and he only held his hand up in a defensive mode.

“Your secret is safe with me. I hope Japan is treating you well considering the uh—circumstances.” Lev says. 

You could hear the pity in his voice. “I’m assuming you’ve heard the news of my loving husband?” You asked as the two of you were walking towards the section you were in. 

“Everyone did. It was this club he was spotted doing said activities. However, it’s Ushijima Wakatoshi, no one is going to ruin his mood.” Lev admitted as he rubbed at the back of his neck nervously. “But I have said too much, I should get back to my job. It was a pleasure meeting you.”

You watched as he disappeared into the crowd, once again feeling like the sheep in a field filled with wolves as you sat down in one of the chairs. You instantly picked up the drink wanting to drink the night away. 

WHEN YOU RETURNED HOME, you dropped your YSL heels on the floor as you stumbled into the house. You glanced at your phone and saw that it was four in the morning. You couldn’t believe that you stayed out so late. You definitely were going to have to rain check with the afternoon tea session with Ushijima’s mother. You attempted to tiptoe your way further inside the house not wanting to wake Ushijima (if he was home). You were aware that on some occasions Ushijima men would be at your house. It didn’t shock you that they were here in your living room doing gods know what. However, the weird feeling under the bottom of your feet caused you to instantly sober up. It felt wet, slightly slippery. You glanced down and your eyes grew big at the sight you were seeing. You had stepped in a small splatter of blood that decorated the thin plastic layer that was on the floor. Your heart rate increased instantly as you stumbled back in a horrified panic to be met with Ushijima catching you from falling. 

“I—“ Your words were stuck in your throat. Your hands were shaking harshly and your heart felt like it was trying to claw out your chest. Your eyes stared at your husband as the crimson-colored liquid stained the white Versace button-down shirt. 

“It’s good to know you’ve made it home safely. Now let’s go get cleaned up. We’re both in need of a shower anyway.” He firmly said. 

You felt Ushijima grab hold of your forearm. His blood-covered fingertips stained your brown skin. “But we have guests.” You stuttered out.

“That’s fine, they will be busy cleaning up the mess that you made,” Ushijima confirmed.

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as you were being tugged into the shared bedroom. With urgency, Ushijima closed the door behind him. “Strip.” was the only thing he said as his hands went up to unbutton the buttons on his shirt.

You did what you were told, letting the dress you wore fall to the ground. You crossed your arms over your chest preventing Ushijima from seeing you like this. You didn’t even notice that he had already stripped out of his expensive clothing. You could sense him towering over you before you finally croaked out some words, “You said my mess? I haven’t done anything wrong.” 

Goosebumps decorated your skin when you felt Ushijima’s fingertips tracing alongside your side. His fingertips engraved you with the possible sin he just committed before you arrived home. He stopped right at the soft fabric of the thong you wore, letting out a low hum before pushing them down. You didn’t argue against his action. You weren’t sure if you were too afraid to or if you just wanted to see where this would go. You stepped out of your underwear before watching Ushijima disappear into the bathroom. The sound of the shower could be heard before his voice broke you out of your broken thoughts. Like an obedient dog, you walked into the bathroom with your hands still attempting to cover your bare body. Ushijima was already in the hot steaming shower washing over the blood that was on him. “I’ve already seen you vulnerable before, remember our wedding night?” He asked. “There’s no need to hide your body away from me.” He answered.

“You never responded to what I said. What mess have I created? You’re the one that’s going out every night and acting a fool,” You reminded him.

Ushijima let out a sigh, “Just get in the fuckin’ shower and we can talk.” He says, “Please.” 

Hearing him say please was a shock to you, you took a couple of steps forward opening the door of the walk-in shower to join him. In a different world, such an intimate moment would have your stomach flowing with butterflies. But right now, your stomach could only twist in dangerous knots while you let the steaming hot water heat your body. “Did you have fun last night?” Ushijima asked.

Your eyes met with his as you felt the warm cloth filled with soap brush against your body. He was kind enough to clean you himself. Similar to a doll maker creating a doll, you felt that’s what Ushijima was doing. You were his doll as soon as you walked down the aisle clutching onto his father’s arm. “I did. It was nice to not be bottled up in his house. It can get lonely sometimes,” You answered. 

“You have the maids, it can’t be that lonely,” He responded.

That was true. During your time living here, you managed to get to know each of the eight maids and two groundskeepers that worked to make sure Ushijima’s home looked nice. But it still felt lonely, cold. It didn’t feel like a home. 

“Although, I appreciate their help around the place. It’s not the same.” You answered as your finger went up to motion for the young man to turn so you could wash his back. “You know this. I’m not asking for much, but can we at least pretend we’re enjoying this marriage.” 

“I’m actually enjoying this marriage,” Ushijima responded with a chuckle.

“You have such a weird way to show it. Going out every night, being seen with other women—“ You stopped abruptly to let out a weary sigh. Not sure if the sudden feeling of being lightheaded came from the hotness of the shower or the fact that you’re finally voicing your opinions to Ushijima. “It’s humiliating.” 

Ushijima didn’t say much about your words. The two of you continued to shower in silence before eventually getting out of it. At this point, you had sobered as you toyed with the ends of the soft white rob Ushijima put you in. You watched as Ushijima waltzed back into the bedroom, “Well, let me show that I will change.” 

Your body leaned against the doorframe of the master bedroom bathroom, “Sex really can’t show me anything. Changed behavior though,” You said rolling your eyes at him. 

“Come on, when was the last time we actually had sex.” 

“You’re deflecting from the original conversation Ushi,” You sighed as you walked towards the dresser to find something to wear.

As you were searching for something to sleep in, you could feel Ushijima’s strong arms wrap around your waist. He tugged you closer to his body and you felt the growing boner poking at the fatness of your butt. “You haven’t called me Ushi since our wedding night.” He commented.

“You’re so annoying.” You sighed, but you didn’t bulge out his touch. “We both were drunk as ever that night. I can’t believe you still remember that.” 

“Of course, I remembered it. You moaned it so beautifully while your head was buried into a pillow,” Ushijima reminded you as you felt his lips press against the exposed skin on your neck. 

You felt your skin grow hotter with each harsh nibble, lick, and bite on your neck. One of Ushijima’s hands disappeared inside your robe and straight in between your thighs. His index and middle finger swiped at your wet folder and indulged how wet you were while you seemed to melt into his touch. “You don’t remember, hmm? How your thighs couldn’t stop shaking once we were done?” He asked as his fingertips that were covered in your wetness would rub at your clit. “How you wet up the sheets so badly?” 

You made direct eye contact with Ushijima in the mirror that was connected to the dresser. The once softness that was in his eyes for a split second was gone. You weren’t particularly super religious, but you were sure you were looking into the eyes of the devil. He undid your rob and tugged it off your bare body causing you to gasp suddenly. Your thighs quivered for more as you felt your own wetness stain the inside of your thighs. Ushijima stopped the subtle circular motion on your clit before he’s talking once again. “Tell me you remember that and I’ll help you cum,” His words tickled your earlobe and you nodded instantly.

“I remember. Ushi—“ You desperately coughed up those words. “I remember.” 

“Good,” Ushijima said while the grip around your waist grew tighter. “Now be a good wife and go to the bed and get on all fours, darling.” 

You did what you were told, being sure to grab a pillow to make yourself feel more comfortable. The anticipation bubbling into your stomach as you could sense Ushijima behind you. When you felt him tug you closer to the bed, you swallowed the large lump forming in your throat. Your cunt so eager to swallow his cock bit by bit even though you were sure he wasn’t going to be so gentle. When you felt the tip of Ushijima’s cock enter you, you chewed at your lower lip getting ready for him to instantly bottom down inside you. The faint memory of your wedding night when he specifically praised you on how well you took his dick swirled around your head. 

This time he took his time. Pushing his cock inside you slowly, teasingly, until you were gasping for him to put it all the way in. His large hands grasped at your waist before his hips begin to drive forward to be met with the soft flesh of your butt. Your head buried into the pillow caging in your moans before Ushijima grabbed the pillow and tossed it. “I need my men to hear you while they’re cleaning up your mess.” He said firmly. 

His fingers buried into the flesh of your skin while the sound of skin slapping against each other could be heard. Ushijima was in a complete trace as he watched his cock disappear into your addicting cunt. “Go ahead, moan out how good Ushi is making you feel while they clean up your mess.” He said through gritted teeth. 

“What mess?” You hiccuped out through moans. Your eyesight grew blurry due to the tears that accumulated through Ushijima’s thrusts. 

You let out a yelp when Ushijima grabbed a hold of your head tugging you upward. His chest pressed against your sweat-coated back before he let go of your hand to use that hand to snake around to your neck. “Don’t act foolish Y/N.” He answered.

You could feel Ushijima’s cock twitch inside you as he stopped his thrusts abruptly. His hand wrapped around your neck and you could feel him give it a slight squeeze before his thrusting continued. “You know my doll. When you press your thumb in someone’s windpipe, index finger to their carotid artery, and your middle finger applies pressure to their jugular vein…they’ll lose consciousness.” Ushijima said.

The heat of the moment of your breath grasping away for a couple of seconds due to Ushijima mimicking the same thing he just told her, he let go of you and shoved your face further into the fluffiness of the mattress. “Even when I nearly took your breath away, you only clutched around my cock even tighter.” He said darkly. 

His words sent a bone chilling shiver down your spine as you moaned out helplessly. “Ushi!” You moaned out.

His thrusting only continued, ignoring your little whimpers before he leaned over placing wet kisses on the middle of your spine. “You know that only makes a person lose consciousness, but if you continue you can damage the cortex of your brain which leads to your death.” He uttered as he was thrusting.

His chest heaved upwards as he traced his name upon your skin. “It took less than 6 minutes for your little friend Lev to finally fuckin’ die when I wrapped my hands around his throat.” He said through groans. You could feel his thrusting grow sloppy, he was about to cum.

“I had to clean up your mess Y/N,” he said. 

You felt yourself orgasm immediately. The dangerous shiver that went though your body made your body go into complete shock. Your gasping out for Ushijima. The thought of him killing a man that talked to you pushed you to the edge. Perhaps you did flutter around his cock even more at the sound of those words coming out his mouth. Ushijima still fucked you through the explosive orgasm until he too was cumming mess, not bothering to pull out either. Filling you up to the brim with his cum just to trap you as his. 

He let your body collapse on the bed like a rag doll. You were completely out of breath with his cum leaking out of you and when you met his eyes, they were soft once again. 

“We’re starting a clean slate starting now. No more outside interferences when it comes to our marriage. We’re going to be happy together if we like it or not.” He said as he leaned down to place a kiss upon your temple. 

“Now get some rest, my doll, we have tea with my mother in about eight hours.” 

You really were still a sheep upon the family of wolves. 

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