Summary: Your favorite professor's impossibly attractive son comes to California to visit. After spending what's supposed to be a short, sweet fling with him, you find yourself wanting more. NSFW!
Contains: FUTURE HAIKYUU, smut, love-making, fluff
"Your name is the only language I can speak."
"Professor Utsui, please," you collapsed into the plush chair across from his desk, slumping backwards. You spun around in the chair dramatically, sighing dejectedly.
"Gosh, why are you such a terrible driver, I swear," you scolded. "Shame on you for getting a DUI."
The silver-haired man shrugged his shoulders, smiling sheepishly.
"This is why you're my favorite intern," Professor Utsui patted your head as he stood. You jerked away from him, folding your arms with false annoyance.
"And don't worry, he's cute," he said, winking at you. You raised an eyebrow, a snort bubbling from your lips. "Professor, are you flirting with me...for your son?" Having become used to his eccentricities, even this was too amusing.
"You've always acted like my daughter; daughter-in-law isn't too much of a stretch," he replied airily, grinning at the violent shade of red rising to your cheeks.
You scuffed your shoes against a pillar as you awaited the arrival of Utsui's son at the airport. Professor Utsui stood besides you, overflowing with excitement.
You had been Professor Utsui's intern for three years, and he was by far your favorite professor. Dedicated to your studies and the nuances of sports medicine, you had spent most of your waking hours with him and the volleyball team, pouring over his nutrition plans and game tapes. Among intern duties, being Utsui's assistant-in-life had just become one of the things you did.
You were interrupted by the whisper of voices and the clamor of suitcases. Swiveling, you peered at the arriving passengers from your place besides the pillar.
He was striking. He had Utsui's strong brows, but his sloped downwards to reflect seriousness. Olive-brown hair and stoic olive eyes - exuding intensity and honesty all at once, as intimidating as his tall, muscled frame.
You straightened as he approached, tearing your eyes away from his arms. He was wearing a short-sleeved athletic shirt, twining cords of bicep muscle clearly visible.
"Wakatoshi, you're so big now," Utsui chimed, pulling his son in for an embrace, ruffling his hair. It was quite the sight given their considerable height difference, and your lips curved into a smile.
He has to be, what, more than 190 cm??
"Wakatoshi, come here and meet my brilliant, beautiful intern," Utsui exclaimed, a hand on his son's back.
"And driver," you teased, sticking your hand out for Ushijima. "I'm L/n Y/n."
His voice was deep and gravelly calm as he bowed to you, completely ignoring your hand. "I am Utsui Takashi's son, Ushijima Wakatoshi."
You withdrew awkwardly, plastering a smile in place. "Alright. Nice to meet you."
Your eyes darted to Utsui, who watched the whole exchange with glee. "Okay, let's get going, children!"
Utsui forced his son into the shotgun seat besides you, filling the silence as you drove. From what you could see, Ushijima was his father's polar opposite - the tall, dark, and silent type. Ushijima's one-word answers became full paragraphs in Utsui's mouth. You shook your head, sighing internally.
Utsui the matchmaker now?
The steady rhythm of volleyball against hardwood echoed through the gym as practice began. You stood on the sidelines, clipboard in hand, shadowing Utsui as he examined his players.
"I sometimes worry he's a little too serious," Professor Utsui said softly, rubbing his beard as he watched his son interact with the UC Irvine volleyball players during warm-ups. "His head is only full of volleyball, you know?"
"Not everyone is as loud as you, Professor Utsui," you quipped. "But it seems he's endearing in his own way."
Utsui chuckled. "If you find him so endearing, why don't you take him around LA? What do the kids do?"
You watched Ushijima as he spiked a ball, the sheer power and strength setting fire through your body.
Fuck, you really hadn't gone on a date in a long time.
"Um, I mean, if he has time between practices," you began. "After all, you are my favorite professor."
Utsui grinned at you. "Well then, you're not getting out of this one, Y/n."
The beginning of the week was awkward. You questioned him on his interests and preferences, which all wound down to volleyball.
It became your personal mission to get a reaction out of Ushijima, showcasing all that Los Angeles had to offer.
The two of you were traipsing in a souvenir shop on Hollywood Boulevard (you told him it was the quintessential tourist attraction) when Ushijima popped an interesting request.
"Tendou said I need to buy souvenirs," Ushijima said. You turned towards him, lifting up an "I Heart LA" shirt to his broad chest playfully.
"Like this? And who's Tendou?"
"A former teammate. He texts me every day." Ushijima replied, scrutinizing the shirt carefully. "Is this okay?"
"So like, a best friend?" You garnered. You tossed the shirt aside, beckoning him into the store further. "And no, that shirt is utterly horrendous."
Ushijima nodded at this. "I suppose. He says I should get one for myself as well."
You laughed. "Do you even want a souvenir, Ushijima-san?"
Shrugging, he stepped close against your backside, raising an arm over you to grab something off the wall. You inhaled sharply, feeling his body heat radiate from him.
"This looks interesting," Ushijima dangled a snow globe in front of you. You forced yourself to step away from him, smiling up at him.
From there, the two of you developed routine. Ushijima woke up at the crack of dawn for hours of practice and work with Utsui, and then he hung out with you, scouring LA for the perfect souvenir and attempting to learn English.
And during your devoted search, Ushijima listened to you, absorbing everything you had to say. About your academics, about his father, about your future hopes and dreams.
You found him endearing and loveable, in a sort of friendly-giant type of way. That and your obvious physical attraction to him - all 190 centimeters of pure muscle.
It was at a beach a couple miles from your apartment where he really came to life.
Waves crashed against the shoreline peacefully as families and friends relaxed under early evening sunset.
"It's nice," Ushijima commented, the salty breeze ruffling his hair.
You grinned, delighted. You watched as he surveyed a group of young people playing beach volleyball, shouting and laughing at each other. Taunts flew from across the net, crows and congratulations among teammates. Ushijima’s fingers flexed as a particularly strong spike landed in the back corner of the court, veins struggling across tanned skin. There was the slightest smile of something akin to fondness in his features.
You knew what he craved. Lacing your fingers through his, you dashed over to the group of people.
“We’d like to join, if possible. Though I feel this one could take all of us on,” you laughed, patting Ushijima on the arm.
You played volleyball with reckless abandon until nightfall came. Ushijima even tripped over himself trying to avoid a small dog that had run onto the court. You giggled as he blinked blankly, shaking a head full of sand.
A full moon painted sterling silver across inky blue seas and you dragged Ushijima into the water with you. He dunked his own head beneath the waves, ridding himself of the sand. You laughed as you waded towards him, attacking him with small waves.
When the beach got emptier, the two of you finally left for your apartment, still wet. Your thoughts ran rampant as you tried to soothe yourself under the warm water of your shower.
As soon as you padded out, you saw him in the kitchen, making tea.
His hair was damp, brushing lightly against the tips of his eyelashes. His handsome features were engulfed in shadow as his olive eyes trained carefully on the task at hand. The veins in his hands, the Adonis-like chisel of his chest and arms...
There was something about Ushijima standing in a borrowed shirt too-small for him that ran lightning through your core.
In an instant, your hands were threading through his short locks, lips on his. His momentary surprise was soon overtaken as his thick hands braced you strongly, his mouth hot on yours.
Ushijima lifted you easily onto the countertop, groaning ever so slightly against your lips as you wrapped your legs around him. The desperation confirmed he’d been feeling what you’d been feeling all along.
"Wait," Ushijima rumbled, withdrawing from you. "Is this what you want?"
You traced a fine line along his chest. “More than you know,” you confessed. You gazed up at him, locking eyes with his, which were steady as ever. You felt him hardening against your inner thigh.
The low timber of his next words practically paralyzed you.
“Then let me take you tonight.”
His mouth captured yours once more before trailing down your neck, nipping and sucking. Large hands, gentle and assured, slipped beneath your oversized hoodie and palmed over your breasts. He pulled you out of your clothing swiftly and you surged forwards, helping him take off the borrowed shirt.
You took it all in, this beautiful display of masculine vitality. Your fingers ghosted over the defined ridges of his pectorals, his abdomen, the v-shaped cut of his lower abs. You pressed kisses along a vein on his neck as you played with the band of his sweatpants and briefs, dipping your fingers beneath. Ushijima sucked in a breath, closing a hand around yours.
“I want to prepare you first.”
He hoisted you easily in his arms, carrying you to the bedroom. A moment after your backside landed on the mattress, he followed, threading his fingers in yours above your head as he kissed you.
Sliding your shorts off, he fixed a heavy stare on you, gazing over your body.
“You are beautiful, Y/n.”
You blushed, pulling his strong form towards you once more. “Please, no more flattery," you replied, wrapping your arms around his neck. Lips on yours, he flicked your bra open, warm fingers wrapping around your breast.
Ushijima ran carefully placed kisses down your chest, squeezing and kneading. Your stomach, your thighs. You felt yourself pulse with unsaturated need.
His fingers pressed against your swollen clit before his mouth descended upon you. Your eyes snapped open and you thrusted upwards into his mouth.
You came fast the first time, completely soaking Ushijima’s fingers. And for a second, as pleasure flashed before your eyes, you thought you saw Ushijima smirk of all things.
With a few ragged breaths, you floated back to yourself. Sitting up, you crawled forth to push Ushijima into the silky sheets and straddled him. He humored you, an amused twinkle in his eyes. You knew he had the ability to fuck you to oblivion without pause, but here he was. This fine specimen of a man, willing and aching beneath you.
You delicately traced his right ear, his jaw, his lips, and your mouth followed this sensual path.
“You are a tease,” Ushijima murmured, gripping your waist. His hands crept up the length of your body.
“You’ll be taking me on my terms,” you replied, splaying your fingers over his chest. You ran your tongue down his toned torso, kissing the band of his boxers before tugging them off.
And, god, how had you waited weeks for this?
You couldn’t help but stare at his length, completely hard. A cloud of both awe and ambivalence muffled your thoughts.
“I will be careful,” his voice cut in calmly.
You shot him a look of challenge before pumping him slowly.
The moment his tip breached your entrance, you felt tears leak from the corners of your eyes. He groaned, praising you, and that was the moment he could no longer control himself.
Flipping you onto your back, he sheathed himself slowly in your womb. You screamed, clawing your nails into his back. Even after all of that lubricating preparation, you could still barely contain him. He was reaching places no one had ever reached.
Ushijima thrusted deep within, slow and unhurried, and you could feel it in your stomach, giving you chills down the length of your back. Your entire body was on fire.
It was a sensation that was absolutely exquisite.
Your hips rocked into him as you moaned, arching your back. It was altogether too easy to become lost in his body on yours, his arms around you, the dragging of fingers up and down your body, fervet kisses and hums of praise.
And you did, completely unraveling beneath him.
But he was nowhere near finished.
You lifted your head from his bare chest.
Warmth fluttered in your chest, and you kissed him languidly, tongue running over the edge of his lips. "America not so bad, hm?"
He chuckled, a deep reverberating from within.
"And yet your name is the only language I can speak."
The next morning, at the crack of dawn, Ushijima awoke you with butterfly kisses down your shoulder, tangling his fingers with yours.
When the two of you arrived at practice, hand-in-hand, Utsui practically fell over at the sight.
“Oh my- does this mean I’m getting grandchildren?!?”
You giggled into your palm. You never thought you would see exasperation on Ushijima’s features.
The weeks before his departure were filled with impulsive bliss, a kind of love only youth held. It was sun-soaked afternoons on the beach until nightfall, wrapped in the thinnest of beach towels, your body perched in his lap. It was making love under the moonlight on your balcony, feeling the sea breeze and his skin on yours.
It was an illuminating discovery of what kind of future you wanted - a future with Ushijima.
But alas, all good things had to end.
He picked carefully at your hair, smoothing it away from your forehead. The slight furrow of his brow and the intensity of his stare were enough to make you blush prettily, eyes averting away. His body was stooped towards you, a thick hand clasped gently on your shoulder.
“Wakatoshi,” you breathed, staring up at him.
A charged energy passed between the two of you. Pain stretched in your chest, and you suddenly felt an ache of longing so strong it made you tremble beneath his grip.
You hadn’t even realized you were crying until he angled your head upwards, kissing the apples of your cheeks like it was the last time.
You gave a soft smile as you stepped off the plane, Professor Utsui right at your side.
It was time for Ushijima to pick up his long-awaited souvenir.
WHO SAID jumping a man didn’t lead to good things
god I’m so hot for the mass of a man that Ushijima is; catch me cheating on my main mans
in OTHER NEWS, I AM BACK!!! I hope you have all been safe and healthy; blessings to all your families. I’ve had half of this written for ages; not completely satisified but I’ve really been feeling Ushijima these days. the song inspo is souvenir by selena gomez
shoot me some mail loves <3
