| UshiHina |
| Ushijima Wakatoshi X Hinata Shoyo |
| UshiHina | TwoShot 2/2 |
| Implied KageHina | Lemon | Angst | Smut |
| Word Count: 2,645 | Length: 13 minutes |
Third Person's Point of View
Shoyo woke up at nine o’clock the next morning.
It’s a Saturday and the clouds have cleared up, revealing a vast blue sky laced only by a few misty clouds.
He showered, pulled some clothes, and he wore a high-necked shirt just to be safe.
He went downstairs to stuff himself some breakfast before Kageyama arrives.
It’s easy to pretend that things are normal.
It’s easy for him to sit down at the breakfast table with his sister and mother.
He can look at himself in the eye as if everything is normal.
As soon as he heard Tobio come through the front gate, he bounds down the stairs.
He opened the door and met Kageyama halfway down the steps.
He heard Tobio chuckling in his ear, hands running up his back, and Shoyo felt all of his burdens slip from his shoulders.
Kageyama was surprised by the hug, but was more surpised with Hinata's sigh of relief.
Shoyo pulled back from him, holding Kageyama’s face between his hands.
Hinata
Better now that you’re here, Bakageyama.
He followed Hinata into his bedroom with their hands still clasped together.
Kageyama
I was worried about you yesterday.
Tobio admits as he drags himself down onto Shoyo’s bed, folding his arms behind his head.
Kageyama
You just disappeared. I thought we were going home together.
Hinata gulped, unable to say that he was f*cked in the locker room by Wakatoshi.
Hinata
Coach Washijo... talked to me about the Brazil thing.
Kageyama hummed, not bothering to ask more.
He murmured, nestling himself into his boyfriend’s body.
Tobio responds, hands dragging up Hinata’s sides and lips searching for Shoyo's.
He pressed a number of little kisses to them.
The words are genuine as they come, accompanied by a deeper kiss, wrapping arms and tangling legs.
Kageyama
I love you too, dumb*ss
Shoyo loves the way Kageyama makes him feel.
The kind of things a lover is supposed to make you feel.
And yet, the nausea begins to rise in his gut, muscles clenching and releasing under Tobio's touch.
S*x with Kageyama always starts out like this:
Gentle touches and kisses that always lead to shedding clothes and muffled moaning.
Two teenagers making love.
It’s typical, Shoyo thought.
Shoyo felt the fresh pain in his entrance.
He can’t help but think of Ushijima and of what they did.
He knows he can’t let Kageyama in.
Not until the bruises have healed and that hickeys has faded.
Whenever Tobio's lips strays towards Shoyo’s neck, he shifts those kisses somewhere else.
Kageyama can’t find the marks.
He shouldn’t find the evidence Ushijima left behind.
Hinata would never let that happen.
It would shatter Kageyama, and Shoyo would rather die.
'Then you shouldn’t have done it in the first place.'
The tiny voice tells him.
'You should have thought of Kageyama. You should have stopped.'
'But in the end, you didn’t stop, even though you thought of him.'
'What kind of boyfriend does that make you?'
'What kind of person does that make you?'
As distress rises higher in his throat, Shoyo was so absorbed in his own thoughts that he sat up when his shirt was getting lifted.
He was alarmed when he felt Kageyama's hands on his spine.
Shoyo immediately pulled down his shirt.
Tobio, who had never met any resistance before, stared up at him with hands still suspended in the air.
He sounds shocked. And a little concerned.
Hinata
I-I don’t feel like it today, babe.
The way Kageyama's eyes narrowed indicating that he doesn’t believe it.
Kageyama
What’s going on, Shoyo?
Tobio asked, his voice was hard and suspicious.
Hinata
Nothing. Does something have to be wrong for me to not want this?
His question hangs heavy in the air.
Kageyama's eyes didn't leave Hinata's. Not once.
Tobio can tell that Hinata has something he doesn’t want to tell him.
Shoyo doesn’t want that, of course not, but it’s better than telling him the truth.
That would hurt him a lot more.
Kageyama
No... no. You’re right. Come on.
Kageyama sighs and pats the bed next to him, letting Hinata nestle down beside him again.
Tobio leaves after Shoyo’s mother persuades him to stay for lunch.
Hinata sees him off at the gate, watching after him for a little bit as he walks off down the street before going back inside.
The moment he’s without Kageyama, he feels heavy again, guilty.
He scoffs at himself, shutting himself back into his room.
At least, he reasons, he didn’t sleep with him. At least he had control enough for that.
'And yet you didn’t have that control around Ushijima-san, did you?'
He tried his hardest to shove the tiny voice aside.
His phone buzzed once, twice, and Shoyo picked it up from the bed check to check it.
He received a message from someone.
Ushijima
Hinata Shoyo. There is something I would like to talk about with you. Please call me when you can.
He didn’t even sign a name. How like him.
There is no question that the message is from Ushijima.
After all, who else would send Hinata a text like that?
The only other person who texts with such formality is his grandmother.
Shoyo locked his phone and flings it onto his bed, throwing himself down after it and burying his face in his arms.
Hinata
I'm bad. I'm bad. I'm bad.
He feels like a child throwing a tantrum, and perhaps that’s exactly what he’s doing.
He rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling.
He could just text back, telling Ushijima to f*ck off.
That he shouldn't text him, nor call him.
He wants Ushijima to stop this.
He wants to filter everything he’s feeling into those few words.
He digs around for his phone again, opening it and staring at the message displayed on the screen for few seconds.
He stared at the number, memorizing the digits with as much contempt as he can muster.
Then, he punches them into the dial pad and holds the phone to his ear.
Ushijima’s voice sounds a little different down the phone line, but it’s him.
Hinata
Hello, Ushijima-san.
Hinata
We... can't do this. I feel bad.
Hinata
K-Kageyama is my boyfriend.
Hinata
That time at the locker room, p-please forget about it.
In all honesty, Shoyo isn’t sure what he expected.
Did he expect Ushijima to hang up without a word?
To come back with some half-wit remark?
To make some blunt comment and miss the point completely?
Hinata, on the other hand, feels like he got the point across relatively well.
Ushijima
You cannot hinder fate, Hinata.
He hadn’t been expecting that.
There’s a drop in Ushijima’s voice, sending shivers at the sound of it.
Ushijima hadn’t said it to be deep or sexy or anything like that.
'Put the phone down, Shoyo. Hang up.'
Ushijima
You let me f*ck you even though you are in a relationship with him?
Shoyo draws in a long, low breath.
Something about the way Ushijima says ‘f*ck’ makes him ache.
Ushijima isn’t the type to curse, but when he does curse, he somehow manages to do it exceptionally well.
Hinata remembers seeing those lips forming around that particular word.
Hinata
Well.. back then... I wasn’t in my right mind.
Even his voice sounds a little weaker.
'Pull yourself together, you dumb*ss!'
There’s a short pause before Wakatoshi speaks again, voice as low and as viscous as before.
Ushijima
Shoyo, can I ask you something?
Hinata made a deep breath, calming himself.
Shoyo was speechless, surprised.
He hadn’t been expecting that.
Never in his seventeen years on Earth did he ever expect those words to leave Ushijima Wakatoshi’s lips, let alone directed at him.
And yet, it made him think.
S*x with Tobio is wonderful.
Kageyama is always careful not to hurt him but manages to give him to bruises when Shoyo assures him that it’s okay to be a little rough.
He fills him just the right way, never c*ms too early or too late, never leaves Hinata sore in the morning.
S*x with Kageyama is just fine. Just fine.
It’s nice when he sucks in a few hickeys or leaves a few marks, because Tobio is the possessive kind.
And Hinata knows he’s never been unsatisfied.
'But if you were satisfied with Kageyama, then why didn’t you turn Ushijima away?'
His mind is suddenly filled with the animal desperation he felt at the locker room.
The heat of Ushijima’s skin against his own.
It all combined into mind-numbing pleasure.
Tobio had f*cked him hard like that before...
...but with Ushijima, it was different.
There’s a guilty lump in his stomach again, but this time it’s mixed with a swell of arousal.
Shoyo draws in a deep, shaky breath.
Ushijima asks after a long silence, Hinata only having mumbled something obscure.
He lets his ears ride the noise of Ushijima’s breathing.
Hinata breathes against the receiver, but his breath is hotter and heavier now.
He licks his lips, throat closing up with the knowledge that he is about to do something he definitely should not do.
Hinata
Ushijima-san... please say my name again.
His mind shrieks at him, scrabbling for reason and finding none.
He doesn’t listen. He can’t listen.
At least not with the sensation between his thighs or the prickle against his skin.
Ushijima’s voice drags out the name in his confusion, and yet somehow, it just makes it even hotter.
His voice is so deep, rougher, more adult than anything Shoyo is really used to.
Hinata spreads his knees a little, the hem of his shorts riding a little higher up his thighs.
He craves touch, Ushijima’s touch.
He needs to feel him like he did in the locker room.
Hinata
I... love Kageyama-kun...
Shoyo’s breath snaps, hitching in his throat as his hand hovers above his hipbone.
Ushijima
Shoyo... are you all right?
Hinata grits his teeth in frustration.
He responds curtly, the tips of his fingers touching against his inner thigh.
His skin is burning hot, slick with sweat from the heat already.
Ushijima
Are you touching yourself?
He really has no grace whatsoever, Shoyo thinks dryly, licking his lips again, tongue feeling swollen and heavy in his mouth.
Ushijima
Shoyo. Answer me.
Hinata gasped, there’s a certain shift of tone in Ushijima’s voice, something darker, something that wasn’t there before.
There’s a short pause from the other end of the line and for a moment, they were suspended in silence, just breathing and waiting for the other to make the move.
Ushijima
I want to touch you again.
Ushijima tells him, voice deep and smooth as honey.
Ushijima
I want to see you bent out of shape and slick with sweat, Shoyo.
Ushijima
Regardless of whether or not you have Tobio.
Shoyo's heart is racing in his chest.
It’s beating so loudly he can hear it in his ears, feel each throb all the way to his fingertips.
He’s unbearably hot and he spreads his legs, hand creeping down his thigh towards the apex of his legs.
He pinched the phone between his cheek and his shoulder, then shoving his shorts down to his knees.
Shoyo lets his fingers curl around his c*ck, already hard, a pearl of prec*m gathering at the crown.
Ushijima’s voice is a snarl and Hinata’s hips jolt up into his hand in response.
Ushijima
Even if your mind refuses to acknowledge it, your body seems to be fully aware of the fact, Shoyo.
Tobio is possessive, especially of Hinata.
He doesn’t like it when Shoyo talks with the girls, even with other boys.
He likes to mark him up, to put his hands around his neck.
So how is it that Ushijima can use only his voice to make Shoyo feel this way?
He doesn’t want to feel owned, and yet he can’t help the tightness in his chest.
Like a b*tch responding to a master’s call.
Shoyo chews the inside of his cheek, fighting back against the overwhelming pleasure that grips him.
'Kageyama can’t make you feel like this.'
With his free hand he reaches behind him, shifting so he rests on his hands and knees.
His one hand gripped on his c*ck, and the other is pressing tentative fingers against his entrance.
He pushes a little and his hole yields almost immediately.
It’s soft and hot and it sucks his fingers in almost desperately.
He’s desperate for something bigger.
Bigger even than what Tobio can supply, more uncomfortable, more painful.
He’s desperate for it, and before he knows it, he’s slipped three fingers inside himself.
Working them in as deep as he can until he reaches that golden spot that has his vision fringed with stars.
He gasps into the receiver, voice muffled by the angle of his lips against the sheets.
Hinata
...your c*ck, Ushijima-san...
Was that a chuckle? Shoyo can’t be sure, but he hears a jolt in Wakatoshi's own breathing, the phone being shifted, the rustling of material.
Ushijima
I want to f*ck you again.
Ushijima groans down the line, voice a deep rumble like thunder.
Ushijima
C*m for me, Shoyo. Do it.
Shoyo wasn’t even close to c*mming, not in the slightest.
And yet as soon as Ushijima tells him to c*m, he feels a sudden spike of heat.
Tears spring to his eyes and his knees begin to shake.
Eventually giving out as he slides down onto the sweat-damp sheets.
Bucking himself back on his fingers and working his dripping c*ck over in his hand.
Hinata
...Ushijima-san... I’m c*mming... God, please--
Shoyo’s voice breaks off as he buries his face in a pillow, unable to swallow down the moan as his org*sm hits him.
His entire body shakes and his vision flashes white and he’s c*mming.
He’s c*mming hard against his palm, c*mming undone all at once just at the sound of Ushijima’s voice.
He can barely move a muscle and focuses only on breathing, deep and even, until he can manage to gather his thoughts again.
He can still hear Wakatoshi on the phone.
All he can imagine is Ushijima sitting alone in his room with that magnificent c*ck clenched in his fist.
Head thrown back as he climaxes with Hinata’s name on his lips.
A while later, Shoyo sits up, slowly taking the phone with him and holding it to his ear, just breathing.
'Kageyama... I’m so sorry.'
Hinata
Ushijima-san. I need to see you.
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Comments
I'm Just Reading
Steph-chan you deserve more praise. You did so well in this.
2021-02-07
4
I simp for gays
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2021-01-11
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oikawa's milk bread~
ushiji-ah~ ur my idol.dont be shy ask me to go to shiratorizawa
2021-01-10
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