| UshiHina |
Ushijima Wakatoshi X Hinata Shoyo
| UshiHina | TwoShot 1/2 |
| Implied KageHina | Smut | Angst |
| Word Count: 1,333 | Length: 7 minutes |
Third Person's Point of View
Kageyama is probably waiting for him at the station.
He’s probably checking his watch and juggling a bag of meat buns in one hand, wondering where Hinata, his boyfriend, has gotten off to.
Kageyama would never expect him to be pressed against the locker room wall by another man.
Hinata says in a breathy little voice.
He watched Ushijima’s brow furrow a little, lips opening as if to speak.
The name leaving his lips sent shivers all over Hinata’s body.
He finds it stange and weird, but at the same time, it makes him want to wrap himself right around Ushijima, and f*ck hard against the wall.
A hand reaches down to slide up the inside of his thigh and Hinata parts his legs to accommodate it.
Wakatoshi’s other hand presses against the base of his throat as he leans in to kiss the corner of Hinata’s mouth.
The hand slides up the leg of Shoyo’s shorts and his hands move to fist in the front of Ushijima’s jersey.
Hinata
Ushijima-san... I have a boyfriend...
There’s a hand on Hinata’s hip with strong fingers and blunt nails and he can feel the tips of those fingers pressing to the slip of skin between his shorts and his shirt.
Right over the fading scratches that Kageyama had etched into him last night.
But Hinata isn’t thinking about Kageyama now.
All he can think about is how good those big fingers would feel elsewhere.
He tilts his head a little so that if he were to move an inch or two closer, he’d be able to fit their lips together perfectly.
He can feel Ushijima’s breath on his skin, he can smell him.
And in that moment, it’s the thing he craves the most.
His head tilts back a little as Ushijima’s hand moves up to curl around his throat.
Ushijima has him crowded against the wall and each passing second he’s closer and closer, breathing harder, hands tighter.
It isn’t so much of a kiss as his mouth falls open and Ushijima’s tongue delving past his teeth.
It turns him completely boneless.
A knee is thr*sted between his legs and Hinata instinctively rolls against it.
The hard muscle of Ushijima’s thigh grinding against his legs.
Before he knows it, his sighs turned to a moan and his arms wind around Ushijima’s neck.
His hands are fisted in his hair to try and press him closer, teeth snarling, tongues pushing in the most delicious way Hinata has ever experienced.
He moans Wakatoshi’s name against his lips, licking like a cat, moaning breathlessly as Ushijima’s mouth moves to his neck and he bites down.
He was sucking hard enough to make Hinata’s skin tingle.
'I’m gonna get in trouble for that', he thought, but he is quickly distracted as Ushijima’s lips meet his again.
When Ushijima peels his jersey off, Hinata’s breath hitched.
The words went back in his throat as Ushijima kisses him again, fingers slipping under his waistband and down over his hips.
They’re both deliriously aroused.
This isn’t want... this is need.
Shoyo's body is impossibly hot, burning wherever Ushijima’s skin touches his, and the noises he makes can barely even be called moans.
Hinata is completely peeled off of his clothes, the warm air sends chills to him.
Shoyo’s hands are still in Wakatoshi's hair, wrapping his fingers in the strands, kissing him again and again and again.
Shoyo presses his nails over the back of his neck, begging for him to just hurry up and take him.
Ushijima slips in a thick, rough finger inside Hinata, and then another.
Hinata grasps his face and pulls him into another deep, long, leisurely kiss.
Ushijima breaks away every so often to suck a mark somewhere.
Hinata doesn't even complain, he's in complete wreck, not even thinking about how would Kageyama react when he sees those marks.
Ushijima held Hinata up with one arm.
His other hand pushed down his volleyball shorts to release his own c*ck.
It would have been lovely to have that big thing slide down his throat, but they don't have the time.
At the very least, not now.
With a heavy grunt in his ear, Ushijima locks eyes with Shoyo, pressing the head of his c*ck in.
He pushed it deeper and deeper until Hinata is in tears and Ushijima is seated inside him fully.
He presses his tongue to Ushijima’s, silently pleading to be ruined.
The first thr*st is slow and deep, more of a grind than anything, but it made Hinata breathless.
The second thr*st is harder, his back slamming against the wall.
Hinata tried to muffle his moans in Ushijima’s neck, fingernails dragging down his back and leaving angry red marks.
Hinata
Y-your... is s-so big---
Hearing Ushijima grunting and groaning in his ear, moaning deep and husky, is unbelievable.
It makes Shoyo’s head spin, and even though he’s crushed between Ushijima and the wall, he’s being absolutely consumed by ecstasy.
Ushijima begins to cultivate new marks over old ones that were made by somebody else.
They gasped against each other’s mouths, their minds melting until neither of them can really tell whose body is whose.
Their hips and hands were moving erratically.
Hinata
Your thing... is so g-good, oh.... God... it’s the best, it’s---
Shoyo cries, voice muffled in Ushijima's neck.
Hinata can barely breathe as Ushijima’s pace increases.
He’s in a situation he’d never think he’d be in:
Being f*cked senseless against a wall by Ushijima Wakatoshi.
The realization sends tingles all over his body.
Wakatoshi didn’t mean to c*m inside Shoyo, not that either of them particularly care though.
Hinata’s eyes flicker back into his head when he feels Ushijima’s c*ck swelling and rubbing inside him.
It's pounding against his pr*state again and again, sending his mind reeling and his muscles slack.
Ushijima bites down on his shoulder, hard, and tears prick Hinata’s eyes at the pain.
And before he knows it, he’s c*mming into Ushijima’s hand, hips clenching and trying to cram more of Wakatoshi’s c*ck inside him.
He's kissing him sloppily and desperately, craving him more than he’s every craved anyone before in his life.
Hinata's legs are shaking so badly, Wakatoshi sets him down to help him to sit down on the bench.
Ushijima goes to the sinks, taking a handful of paper towel and dampening it as Shoyo lies down on the bench, exhausted.
Silently, he returns to Hinata and wipes down every inch of him, removing the sweat and c*m and spit sticking to his skin.
He cleans between each of Hinata’s fingers, at the base of his throat, aware of Shoyo’s half-closed eyes watching him the entire time.
They don’t speak, their tongues are sitting swollen and awkward in their mouths.
He looked at the back of Wakatoshi who's wearing his jersey, it was lined with red marks made by Shoyo's nails.
He made a proud smile, unconciously.
His muscles are still shaking, his lips are swollen, his hands are trembling.
Hinata
I should go. Kageyama-kun is waiting for me.
Hinata says, trying to sit up.
Shoyo can feel his insides throbbing, but he managed to stand up and wear his clothes.
Ushijima nodded as he spoke,
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Comments
lilia sanchez
AGAIN!?
2024-04-24
0
Irene
not me Cumming while reading this😩😩😩
2021-05-27
1
I'm Just Reading
Oh. This is nice! You're so great at writing Steph-chan.
2021-02-07
5