Sweet Tooth [Ushijima x Reader]

Special Bonus Chapter: The Beach

Got Inspired by Top Gun: Maverick beach scene. Don't blame me HAHA!

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Being married to one of the hottest men in the world is not a joke. No thanks to the modelling deal Levi and Alisa forced Wakatoshi to sign for. Now the brands are flooding in, as I avoid the emails from brand representatives.

"Hows the injury baby?" I ask over the phone, shifting the email notification up.

His face glowing on the screen as he leaned shirtless over his hotel's bed.

"Not really good. Since you are not here to mend it." He spoke in a flirtatious tone. Ruffling his showered-wet hair...soft droplets glistening his chest and broad shoulders. The healthy tan gave more defined structure to his muscular beauty.

I chuckle.

"Hmm...well I bet your new support staff would be far better." I tease back.

"They got nothing on you. Your legacy leaves on." He respectfully replies.

"Gold this year too?" I ask, raising my brows.

"You doubting me huh?" He asks with a soft smirk.

"Well...you know, with these modelling deals, thought that got you distracted. And Being married to Japan's one of the most handsome men is tough...especially having his baby...So gold this year too or nah?" I reaffirm, showing that I could be a little dramatic about his decision to play despite the past match injury.

"Is this a request or a command?" He asks with that soft smirk. Despite these years, he keeps me on my toes.

He also raised his brows. Rubbing the soft stubble beard that he grew recently. Can he get hotter? Slowly he comes forward toward the camera. I see his face getting closer and the camera now showing his abs as he transitions his lips to the camera as if he wants to whisper.

"What does my babygirl really want, hmm?" I finally hear his hot whisper. Enough to drive me crazy?

I grunt ugh... I hear his loud laugh. He knows how to get me out of the pissy mode.

"Say it sweetheart...command or a request?" He asks again. I knew communication was important to him. He was not the one who would like me to play games. Everything I wished he would put on my feet.

"You know I never use the word request because you never put me in the position to ever request you anything. You give me everything before I even can say about something I want. But But ...." I hesitate to complete it.

"Command or a request..." He hums, reminding me that he is ready to give me whatever I want. However, I want.

"Oh for fucks sake. I miss you. I know getting gold this year is important too but I was thinking if I can see you before you move to the next championship. I am emotional, needy clingy...and I want your fucking...oh god I can't believe I am saying this oh lord...I want you to hug me, I want to feel your skin on mine. I want to feel tiny around your huge arms. I know it sounds corny but hey I AM PREGNANT...." I rant out.