"Tainted by The Wrong Guy"
The big game between Aoba Johsai High and Inarizaki High were the talk of the schools in Japan. The rivalry between Tōru Oikawa and Wakatoshi Ushijima had the girls squealing with excitement as they bought tickets for the front seats.
This was a big day for your boyfriend Ushijima even if he didn't bother expressing it, but you knew he wanted you there in the stands.
Taking your seat at an empty area was the best decision as you couldn't stand being around too many crowds, the thought of people screaming in your ears seemed a bit overwhelming.
Picking up your laptop to do a bit of school work (you hate the thought of procrastination) as the boys started to warm up, already earning much of the anticipation from the stands while they watch the players bounce on the open net.
Ushijima wouldn't mind at all, in fact he believes smart girls are immediately more attractive than airheads with pretty faces.
Though, it doesn't seem to waver the confidence of other ladies.
Yes, the thought of other women openly hitting on your boyfriend was obviously a little triggering, but your boyfriend would never settle for an unserious girl who just wanted his biceps.
They never gave off the same feel of your warmth whenever you'd express how proud you were of him through every win and every loss. He usually didn't seem to express his love for the game, but when you spend time with emotionless men, you tend to find the cracks laying around.
The whistle blows and your laptop shuts. Your eyes find the broad shoulders and muscles poking out immediately as he stretches in their team huddle.
His eyes glaze over the stands before it lands on you.
You offer a warm smile, a small wave. He returns a small hand, not much of a smile, but his shoulders relax a bit after knowing you're here to watch him again. He's zoned back in, talking to his teammates before giving their cheer.
You find yourself shifting closer to the edge of your seat as both teams bow out. Ushijima rolling his head back and forth in an attempt to get further loose.
"He'll definitely outsmart them," A girl points out as she crosses the stands in front of you. "Oikawa is so hot. I'd let him do anything to me."
You blink as they walk away further toward the front. Your eyes are back on the game.
The way Ushijima's calm and collective demeanor seems to calm down the entire team held up so much pride to your heart.
The effortless means of strength whenever he contacts the ball, yet so precise and smart.
You find yourself cheering, standing up and trying to be as loud as you could so you know he hears you. Totally not like you, but he brings it out of you.
He doesn't notice, but you know he's locked in.
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The set goes by after a while, squirming in your seat as you hold in your pee, not wanting to miss a second. Ushijima and his team takes the first set point, giving you permission to get up and run to the washroom.
His eyes glaze up, finding your bag left on the empty chair.
You maneuver through the hallways, trying to find the washroom. You turn a corner and find Oikawa filling up his water. A towel slung over his shoulder as sweat drips down to his chin.
That would be the breaking point if you were any other girl.
His eyes narrows and shifts towards you before releasing his taped fingers off the button.
"Want an autograph?" He smirks.
Cocky jerk.
"No, was wondering where the washroom was."
"Mmh, straight and take a right." He looks you up and down, almost stunned that you didn't ask for his number instead. He's intrigued.
You nod in acknowledgement and leave before feeling fingers grasp your wrist, stopping you.
"Wait," he coos, "What's your name, cutie?"
"Not interested." You pull, but his knuckles are firm.
"Tch, playing hard to get won't get you any closer, I'm giving you the shot, just take it." He blinks, eyes from your eyes before flickering above it, smirk immediately turning into a scowl.
"She said she's uninterested." He firm grip is placed on your waist, easily pulling you flush against his side.
The height difference was recognizable, even if it was just a couple inches. Your boyfriend's stance alone was enough to scare off anyone, but I guess it was a little trickier to get Oikawa off your back.
"Ah, you dating the grumpy giant?" He grins.
Ushijima, who doesn't bother talking, is unphased. Grip still firm on your waist, keeping you at a fair distance from The Great King of the courts.
Oikawa scoffs, "Whatever, should've known you're into ugly nerds anywa-"
THUMP
Ushijima's fist immediately connects with Oikawa's jaw as the player falls back against the fountain. Your gasp followed.
Nose streamed with thick blood as Oikawa pinches it, glaring up at the 6'2 ft monster over him.
His fist closes as if to hit him against but Tendo beat him to it, grabbing onto his thick arms and pulling him back.
His eyes slide to you, "Hey, (y/n)!" Greeting you with smiles (like this was normal) before dragging Ushijima back and whispering in his ear.
Whatever he said must've worked as the shoulders begin to become less tense.
Tendo turns to face the setter on the floor, "You can still play?"
Oikawa scoffs, "'Course I can." He mutters.
Ushijima turns to you, "Meet right after the game."
You tense and nod quick, watching him leave to get back to his game.
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The bus ride back to his place was quiet, or at least, quieter than usual.
You hovered behind him as he unlocked his front door, letting you in first before following you in.
The two of you make it to his room, watching him slump on the edge of the bed.
They won the game, but he doesn't necessarily look like a winner at the moment. His hair was still ruffled, sweat on his brow and a constant glare to his eye that was different from his usual stoic demeanor.
He slips his shirt off his huge physique, tossing the fabric on the floor.
His eyes meet yours, hand patting his right thigh before leading you in like a lost puppy, who almost immediately complies. Straddling his lap, his big hands immediately grip your sides, keeping you steady.
"I'm sorry." he whispers.
"For?"
"I need a relief."
You look down at him. The desperation in his eyes says it all. He was definitely not the touchy type, never forcing himself on you, and he still would never.
"I need his touch off of you." He whispers.
"Baby, it is." You try.
"No." His grip tightens, one hand moving to the back of your neck. "Not yet."
He pulls you in swiftly, your hands instinctively pressed against his shoulders, keeping yourself from being crushed from his strength.
His fingers squeezing the flesh of the back of your neck before pulling the down to the short fabric covering your ass. He transfers another squeeze before picking you up, throwing you on the mattress and climbing above you.
Your fingers trace over the abs that hover above you, watching them tense and his breath hitching.
"You drive me crazy, you know that?" He grunts, pressing down against you before pawing at clothes, sliding them off. Listing your hips as the shorts slip off with your panties.
You whine, feeling the cool air hit your swollen lips.
Ushijima slowly climbs down your body, feeling his breath over your sensitive skin.
"You're so wet." He muttered. "So wet for me, huh?"
You whine in response before his tongue laps over you. Your body immediately quivers, his hands gripping your quaking thighs.
You breath hitches, watching him eat you out like a hungry man.
"Gonna suck every proof of him ever touching you.." He groans into your soaking cunt, nose nudging at your clit.
"F.. Fuck, Jima.." you moan, feeling his thumb circle your nub.
"Cum for me." He whispers. "Remember who you belong to, yeah?"
You nod, feeling the ecstasy build up before letting an orgasm rip.
Ushijima doesn't stop lapping at your fluids, the nerves starting to build up before he finally pulls away.
"You want this cock, huh?" He kneels before you.
That shifted something inside of you as you started to become a desperate puppy dog, nodding.
"Beg for it."
The big game between Aoba Johsai High and Inarizaki High was the talk of the schools in Japan. The rivalry between Tōru Oikawa and Wakatoshi Ushijima had the girls squealing with excitement as they bought tickets for the front seats.
This was a big day for your boyfriend Ushijima even if he didn't bother expressing it, but you knew he wanted you there in the stands.
Taking your seat at an empty area was the best decision as you couldn't stand being around too many crowds, the thought of people screaming in your ears seemed a bit overwhelming.
Picking up your laptop to do a bit of school work (you hate the thought of procrastination) as the boys started to warm up, already earning much of the anticipation from the stands while they watched the players bounce on the open net.
Ushijima wouldn't mind at all, in fact he believes smart girls are immediately more attractive than airheads with pretty faces.
Though, it doesn't seem to waver the confidence of other ladies.
Yes, the thought of other women openly hitting on your boyfriend was obviously a little triggering, but your boyfriend would never settle for an unserious girl who just wanted his biceps.
They never gave off the same feel of your warmth whenever you'd express how proud you were of him through every win and every loss. He usually didn't seem to express his love for the game, but when you spend time with emotionless men, you tend to find the cracks laying around.
The whistle blows and your laptop shuts. Your eyes find the broad shoulders and muscles poking out immediately as he stretches in their team huddle.
His eyes glaze over the stands before it lands on you.
You offer a warm smile, a small wave. He returns a small hand, not much of a smile, but his shoulders relax a bit after knowing you're here to watch him again. He's zoned back in, talking to his teammates before giving their cheer.
You find yourself shifting closer to the edge of your seat as both teams bow out. Ushijima rolled his head back and forth in an attempt to get further loose.
"He'll definitely outsmart them," A girl points out as she crosses the stands in front of you. "Oikawa is so hot. I'd let him do anything to me."
You blink as they walk away further toward the front. Your eyes are back on the game.
The way Ushijima's calm and collective demeanor seems to calm down the entire team held up so much pride to your heart.
The effortless means of strength whenever he contacts the ball, yet so precise and smart.
You find yourself cheering, standing up and trying to be as loud as you could so you know he hears you. Totally not like you, but he brings it out of you.
He doesn't notice, but you know he's locked in.
------------------------------------
The set goes by after a while, squirming in your seat as you hold in your pee, not wanting to miss a second. Ushijima and his team take the first set point, giving you permission to get up and run to the washroom.
His eyes glaze up, finding your bag left on the empty chair.
You maneuver through the hallways, trying to find the washroom. You turn a corner and find Oikawa filling up his water. A towel slung over his shoulder as sweat drips down to his chin.
That would be the breaking point if you were any other girl.
His eyes narrow and shift towards you before releasing his taped fingers off the button.
"Want an autograph?" He smirks.
Cocky jerk.
"No, I was wondering where the washroom was."
"Mmh, straight and take a right." He looks you up and down, almost stunned that you didn't ask for his number instead. He's intrigued.
You nod in acknowledgement and leave before feeling fingers grasp your wrist, stopping you.
"Wait," he coos, "What's your name, cutie?"
"Not interested." You pull, but his knuckles are firm.
"Tch, playing hard to get won't get you any closer, I'm giving you the shot, just take it." He blinks, eyes from your eyes before flickering above it, smirk immediately turning into a scowl.
"She said she's uninterested." His firm grip is placed on your waist, easily pulling you flush against his side.
The height difference was recognizable, even if it was just a couple inches. Your boyfriend's stance alone was enough to scare off anyone, but I guess it was a little trickier to get Oikawa off your back.
"Ah, you dating the grumpy giant?" He grins.
Ushijima, who doesn't bother talking, is unphased. Grip still firm on your waist, keeping you at a fair distance from The Great King of the courts.
Oikawa scoffs, "Whatever, should've known you're into ugly nerds anywa-"
THUMP
Ushijima's fist immediately connects with Oikawa's jaw as the player falls back against the fountain. Your gasp followed.
Nose streamed with thick blood as Oikawa pinched it, glaring up at the 6'2 ft monster over him.
His fist closes as if to hit him again but Tendo beats him to it, grabbing onto his thick arms and pulling him back.
His eyes slide to you, "Hey, (y/n)!" Greeting you with smiles (like this was normal) before dragging Ushijima back and whispering in his ear.
Whatever he said must've worked as the shoulders begin to become less tense.
Tendo turns to face the setter on the floor, "You can still play?"
Oikawa scoffs, "'Course I can." He mutters.
Ushijima turns to you, "Meet right after the game."
You tense and nod quickly, watching him leave to get back to his game.
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The bus ride back to his place was quiet, or at least, quieter than usual.
You hovered behind him as he unlocked his front door, letting you in first before following you in.
The two of you make it to his room, watching him slump on the edge of the bed.
They won the game, but he doesn't necessarily look like a winner at the moment. His hair was still ruffled, sweat on his brow and a constant glare to his eye that was different from his usual stoic demeanor.
He slips his shirt off his huge physique, tossing the fabric on the floor.
His eyes meet yours, hand patting his right thigh before leading you in like a lost puppy, who almost immediately complies. Straddling his lap, his big hands immediately grip your sides, keeping you steady.
"I'm sorry," he whispers.
"For?"
"I need relief."
You look down at him. The desperation in his eyes says it all. He was definitely not the touchy type, never forcing himself on you, and he still would never.
"I need his touch off of you." He whispers.
"Baby, it is." You try.
"No." His grip tightens, one hand moving to the back of your neck. "Not yet."
He pulls you in swiftly, your hands instinctively pressed against his shoulders, keeping yourself from being crushed from his strength.
His fingers squeezing the flesh of the back of your neck before pulling them down to the short fabric covering your ass. He transfers another squeeze before picking you up, throwing you on the mattress and climbing above you.
Your fingers trace over the abs that hover above you, watching them tense and his breath hitching.
"You drive me crazy, you know that?" He grunts, pressing down against you before pawing at clothes, sliding them off. Listing your hips as the shorts slip off with your panties.
You whine, feeling the cool air hit your swollen lips.
Ushijima slowly climbs down your body, feeling his breath over your sensitive skin.
"You're so wet." He muttered. "So wet for me, huh?"
You whine in response before his tongue laps over you. Your body immediately quivers, his hands gripping your quaking thighs.
Your breath hitches, watching him eat you out like a hungry man.
"Gonna suck every proof of him ever touching you.." He groans into your soaking cunt, nose nudging at your clit.
"F.. Fuck, Jima.." you moan, feeling his thumb circle your nub.
"Cum for me." He whispers. "Remember who you belong to, yeah?"
You nod, feeling the ecstasy build up before letting an orgasm rip.
Ushijima doesn't stop lapping at your fluids, the nerves starting to build up before he finally pulls away.
"You want this cock, huh?" He kneels before you.
That shifted something inside of you as you started to become a desperate puppy dog, nodding.
"Beg for it."
