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Ushijima Wakatoshi had never paid much attention to positions before.
He had always focused on precision, control, endurance. He knew his own strength, the way his body worked, the way he could move with purpose. Most of the time, he stuck to the same tried-and-true motions, favoring what was familiar and effective. But tonight, you had looked at him with those eyes, voice soft and teasing as you asked, "Wakatoshi, can we try something different?"
He hadn’t expected much of a difference. A position was a position, right? But when he had you pressed against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist as he lifted you effortlessly—
Everything changed.
The first deep thrust had your breath hitching. The second had you whimpering, nails clawing at his shoulders. And by the third—
You were gone.
Your body tensed up so fast, so hard, that Ushijima nearly stopped, his brow furrowing as he felt you clench down tight around him, your head dropping back against the wall, mouth open in a silent moan.
His grip on your thighs tightened instinctively, muscles flexing as he kept you lifted, held, pinned completely at his mercy.
And then he felt it.
The sharp, desperate way you squeezed him. The way your entire body shuddered, overwhelmed and trembling.
Ushijima’s breath caught.
“Already?” His deep voice was laced with something close to wonder.
You gasped, hands gripping his broad shoulders, nails pressing into his skin. Your thighs quivered around his waist, your body limp from the force of your release. Overstimulated, wrecked—completely unraveled.
A slow, deliberate breath left him as realization settled in.
This position had made you lose control.
His jaw clenched, something dark flickering behind his usually calm expression. He wanted to see it again.
His grip on your thighs adjusted, his large hands spreading your legs wider, securing you against the wall like you weighed nothing. And before you could even recover, before the aftershocks of your first orgasm had fully settled, he started moving again.
Deep. Steady. Unforgiving.
His pace was measured, controlled, devastating. Each thrust pressed you tighter against the cold surface, the contrast of his warmth and the chill of the wall making your senses blur. Your body twitched in response, oversensitive and already on the edge again.
Your breath hitched, your back arching against the wall, and Ushijima watched.
His sharp eyes took in everything—the way your lips parted, the way your hands clawed at his skin, the way you gasped his name between every movement. His grip on you tightened, his fingers digging into your thighs as he picked up the pace just slightly, enough to make you shudder.
“You like this.” His voice was calm, deep, but something about it felt different now. Like he was coming to terms with something new. Something he didn’t know about himself before.
Something dangerous.
The way your body reacted to him, the way you broke apart so quickly in his arms— he liked it.
A lot.
His lips brushed against the shell of your ear, his voice dropping even lower. “I like it too.”
Your head tipped forward, forehead pressing against his shoulder as your nails raked down his back, the pressure inside you tightening so fast it was unbearable.
You whimpered, the sensation of being lifted, stretched, completely at his mercy making your head spin. Ushijima could feel it. The way you clenched down around him again, the way your thighs trembled in his grip.
He exhaled sharply, holding you even tighter.
“Cum,” he ordered, voice like gravel and heat.
Your entire body obeyed.
Pleasure slammed through you like a tidal wave, your moan caught somewhere between a cry and a gasp as you shattered all over again, trembling in his grasp, body locking up completely. The force of it left you whimpering, completely spent, completely undone.
Ushijima groaned at the feeling of you convulsing around him, his pace unwavering as he rode you through it, relishing in how easily he could pull you apart.
When you finally collapsed, head lolling back against the wall, Ushijima didn’t move.
He kept you pinned against him, breathing deeply, grounding himself in the sensation of you still trembling in his arms.
His lips ghosted over your jaw, warm and firm as he pressed a kiss to your temple—but he wasn’t finished.
With a sharp inhale, he pulled back slightly, shifting his grip on your thighs before his hips snapped forward, hard. A strangled cry tore from your throat, your fingers clawing at his back as the sudden force sent pleasure crashing through your system all over again.
“Too much?” His deep voice rumbled against your skin, deceptively calm despite the way his movements turned unrelenting.
You barely managed a response—your mind too fogged, your body too overwhelmed as he pounded into you, each thrust deeper, harder, perfectly precise.
The intensity coiled tight inside you, every nerve on fire as you felt it creeping up again—fast, uncontrollable.
His grip on you tightened as he felt it too. The way your walls fluttered, how your legs trembled around him. He knew.
“You’re going to cum again.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement—a promise.
And he made sure of it.
Another deep thrust, another perfectly timed roll of his hips, and your vision whited out. The pleasure hit like lightning, your entire body jerking, shaking, completely wrecked as you gushed around him, soaking his thighs, the sound obscene in the air.
Ushijima groaned, his jaw clenching as the feeling dragged him over the edge with you. His hips stuttered, his pace faltering as he drove in one last time, spilling deep inside you with a low, guttural moan, his fingers bruising into your skin as he held you against the wall, his.
For a moment, neither of you moved—just the sound of ragged breaths and the faint, aftershocking trembles of your body in his grip.
Then, slowly, his lips brushed your jaw once more, voice deep, steady, satisfied.
“We'll have to do that again.”