Scenario With Ukai Where His Father Hires A New Cute Fem Employee To Help At The Store, But Ukai Didnt

Scenario with Ukai where his father hires a new cute fem employee to help at the store, but Ukai didn’t know about it till she shows up the next day. Thank u!

𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 (𝔪)

is it obvious i love cute but sexy girls? had to make it nsfw too because ugh come on ukai is a daddy hope you don’t mind anon😔

thank you @bunnykawa for reading my smut scene and making me not want to delete it all and throw my phone out of the window

ukai keishin x fem!reader

warnings: some swearing, ukai doesn’t know how to cope with feelings, a little manhandling, public sex, light degradation, ‘sir’ kink, idk it’s not that bad might be cringey i’ve never written proper smut before hope i don’t ruin ukai for any of you

word count: 5.3k

part ii

there’s not many times ukai keishin has wanted the ground to swallow him up.

except the time his toss went awfully wrong during one of his games at karasuno high school and accidentally smacked his third year crush in the face. and the time he offered to show a customer their new stock of baby food, realising a bit too late that she was not quite pregnant and more just a bit chubby. there was also the time he accidentally flicked cigarette ash at a kid- not that he had meant to but the kid was so small he just didn’t see the little toddler till they began bawling and ukai was met with an angry mother’s screams.

the poor twenty-something year old man just didn’t have much luck interacting with women so it wasn’t much of a surprise when he had accidentally attacked the newest employee of the Sakanoshita Store, gripping her in a vice-like headlock and pressing her against the counter as he demanded to know “what the fuck she was doing”. in his defence, she really did look suspicious when he had just entered the store for his morning shift from the back stockroom to see a stranger standing over the till, counting out the money. ukai had never quite felt so humiliated when he heard her strangle cry of “i’m trying to do my job!” and moments later, his father was rushing down the stairs to drag him off the poor girl.

it was rather awkward now. ukai couldn’t quite meet your eyes as you sat opposite him, carefully taking a cup of tea from his father with trembling hands. a small sigh left him, aware of his father’s pointed glare, as he massaged at the crease between his dark eyebrows.

“why didn’t you tell me we had a new employee?” ukai asked, a tone of exasperation prevalent in his voice. his cheeks were still burning with embarrassment and he felt worse as he noticed your eyes flickering up to him.

“your mother and i just decided it spontaneously.” his father said as he opened up the biscuit tin. he held it out to you first and ukai felt even worse as you grinned excitedly to pick up a little ginger biscuit. how did he make this awful mistake? it could’ve been so dangerous too- you were a lot smaller than him and looked so harmless in your pretty white dress patterned with adorable, little, yellow lemons, white apron pristine over it and your yellow heeled sandals matching the tassel earrings dangling from your ears. ukai hated to admit it but you were so cute- and he had already fucked everything up because he had mistaken you as a thief. “you’ve been so busy with coaching and your grandfather’s farm we just thought it’d be good to have an extra pair of hands around here. that’s where y/n comes in.” at the mention of your name, you looked up at ukai and beamed, wiggling your little fingers as a ‘hi’ just like he hadn’t almost practically smashed your face down on a counter fifteen minutes earlier.

“that still doesn’t explain why you failed to notify me.” his jaw was clenching.

“hm. must’ve just slipped my mind.” his father replied with a dismissive shrug but ukai knew his parents better than that. his father was just as sharp as himself and his grandfather- surely they wouldn’t forget that they had employed a new person at their store unless...ukai felt his face contort with a grimace as he took a proper look at you. you were probably in your twenties, maybe fresh out of university and on the hunt for a graduate job and you were pretty (ukai really couldn’t ignore that and it made his chest feel even heavier as he replayed the way he had so forcefully gripped you) and there was definitely an admiring shine in his father’s eyes every time the older man looked at you. ukai felt sick- he knew his parents wanted him to marry soon but he wasn’t even thirty yet and did they really have to do it by employing some poor girl- the same poor girl he had just attacked! surely their plan had failed already.

“will you be training me, mr ukai?” you suddenly asked, smiling kindly at ukai’s father. the older man shook his head with a chuckle.

“ah, no, y/n. keishin here will be training you and working shifts with you- i’m too old for all that.” ukai couldn’t help but grit his teeth at his father’s sly smirk- the man was barely even fifty!

“is learning how to put people in a headlock a part of the training, sir?” ukai almost spluttered at your words. he tried to ignore the way he felt his body heat at your soft, giggly voice calling him ‘sir’ and instead his face contorted with indignation.

“don’t call me that! and it was an accident!” he snapped for the tenth time.

ukai could do teamwork. of course he could- he was part of karasuno’s volleyball team in his younger years and now he worked alongside two managers and a teacher to coach players in a game that relied on teamwork. but somehow- he just couldn’t work with you.

he really wasn’t a mean person, ukai tried telling himself, but when he was around you, it was like all his anger and frustration surged. he snapped at you when you were too slow on the counter. he chastised you for stocking the green beans next to the onions when they were so clearly supposed to be next to the broccoli and he even scoffed at you for blushing and giggling when one handsome customer had come in and flirted with you. but despite all that- despite ukai’s angry glares and the way he dismissed you every time you tried to make friendly conversation- you were still so happy and sweet.

every evening when ukai returned from karasuno high school, tired and sweaty but ready to begin his shift at the store, you were already there with a cup of tea and a plate of dumplings. even if he grumbled about how cooking the shop food would be coming out of your pay, you still laughed so happily, your eyes crinkling and your sweet chuckles filling the whole store. you’d also never give up trying to make ukai laugh with your silly jokes and your warm smiles and once when he was particularly irritated, frowning as he sat in his chair, you had come up behind him, your warmth already invitingly enveloping him as you wrapped your arms over his shoulders. ukai had froze, staring at you with wide eyes as you giggled. your sweet scent and light laugh intoxicated him whilst your fingertips traced the veins of his arms, leaving his skin tingling under your touch.

“relax, sir.” your voice was breathy but giggly in ukai’s ear and he couldnt speak. he couldn’t move as he watched you, eyes widened, open his box of cigarettes, sliding the thin roll between his lips before holding a lighter to the tip of it. “there you go,” you smiled, voice returning to your usual light tone as you stood up straight and walked back over to stocking the toiletries aisle. “you’re always just a bit too tense.”

“i thought i told you not to call me that.” ukai growled before taking a deep drag of his cigarette. he felt cold without your touch.

ukai’s unexplainable anger towards you was only made worse by how he just couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from you. every time he entered the shop, his eyes would immediately roam in search of a glimpse of one of your pretty patterned dresses- and they were so pretty indeed. they seemed to hug your body carefully and there was something so delicate and innocent about the way they flared out at the waist, the hem skimming your knees and the fabric adorned with adorable little strawberries and daisies and kittens. with all your matching headbands and heeled sandals and dangly earrings, ukai couldn’t help but be drawn to you. it didn’t matter how many times he told himself to look away, focus on something else- anything else- his eyes would always drift back to you, you beaming as you assisted a customer, you arranging the cash in the tills, you sipping on your carton of juice through the little plastic straw, you bending over to arrange the bottom shelves with the hem of your dress riding up to reveal your thighs and...

“are you sure this is safe, sir?” ukai growled around the cigarette between his lips as he held the ladder in place. it had been over a month since you began working at Sakanoshita Store and you and ukai had fallen into some sort of arrangement; you worked better together (much to his parents’ pleasure) but your relationship still consisted of you playfully teasing him and him trying to resist his anger. or rather, he was trying to resist the lustful urge to just bend you over the counter and fuck you till you couldn’t speak- till you couldn’t think. it was hard not to, especially when you were taunting him with how cute you were, pouting your pretty lips at all his dismissive remarks, giggling as you leant so close to him he could feel your hot breath on the delicate skin of his neck, dancing your fingertips against his hot skin, letting your dresses gradually get shorter and tighter. but now wasn’t the time to think of that, especially when ukai had you stood above him, balancing as carefully as you could on an old rickety ladder, one hand clinging to the splintered wood and the other trying to screw a lightbulb into the overhead fixture.

“i told you,” ukai hissed through gritted teeth. “don’t call me that, and the ladder is perfectly safe.”

“i don’t see why you couldn’t do this.” you whined, glancing down at ukai who rolled his eyes and puffed on his cigarette.

“i’ve had a hard day of coaching a bunch of hyperactive simpletons that share one braincell, okay?” he snapped, looking up to glare at you as you cheekily stuck your tongue out at him. he really did try to ignore the image that flashed into his mind, an image of you between his legs, pink tongue stretched out between your pretty pink lips. ukai shook his head. what was he doing? “stop complaining already and just change the bulb. it’s sturdy.” maybe the ladder was sturdy, but your choice of shoes wasn’t and as you reached up closer to the lighting fixture, your foot managed to slip on the wood and-

a loud cry escaped you as you fell backwards, your stomach dropping and arms flailing out behind you. you knew the impact against the hard floor would hurt- but what if you hit your head- what if-

the smacking pain never came as your body was cushioned by a sudden warmth. you gasped, eyes widened at ukai’s face just inches away from yours as your heart pounded against your chest, hands shaking till the lightbulb clattered out of your hands and fell onto the floor with a smash. but neither you or ukai registered that, not when you were suddenly hyperaware of his one of his thick, muscley arms cradling your waist and the other wrapped around your bare thighs, his skin cold against yours.

before the either of you had a chance to react, the little bell at the top of the door chimed and in walked the familiar faces of the karasuno boys. there was a moment of silence as they stilled, staring at you held in ukai’s arms like a bride, all your mouths open with horror.

“coach, you’re dating y/n?!” hinata was the first to talk, his brown eyes gleaming with excitement and mouth stretching open in a grin. you were familiar with the karasuno boys as they were regular customers at the shop (much to ukai’s dismay) and they were always friendly and kind, trying to chat to you as much as possible, which would make their blond coach growl at them from his seat behind the counter.

“no!” ukai cried a little too quickly, his lip curling with a grimace as he suddenly pushed you out of his arms. you stumbled a little, almost falling to the floor but he couldn’t bear to look at you, not noticing the way your cheeks flushed scarlet with embarrassment when a sudden feeling of guilt wrenched his chest. “it was an accident!”

“an accident...” daichi blinked, cocking his head to the side as sugawara snickered quietly behind him. ukai sighed heavily, horribly aware of the way nishinoya and tanaka were glaring at him- if kiyoko was their queen, you were their princess.

“it really was just an accident. i was trying to change the lightbulb.” you began, smiling despite the way your cheeks burned. “and i slipped off the ladder- that’s all.” you could sense the way ukai was narrowing his eyes at you as you giggled, beaming kindly at all the boys like they were little angels. ukai hated it.

“anyway, hurry up and buy your things.” he snapped, reaching into his pocket for his box of cigarettes. “you all need to go home and eat a good dinner. remember, lots of protein.” you rested against the counter, staring at ukai as the blond man walked behind it, settling in his usual chair but he wouldn’t quite meet your eyes.

“y/n-san, would you like one of us to change the bulb for you?”

ukai couldn’t control the scowl on his face as he served his karasuno mentees, his eyes unable to stop flickering to you where you held the ladder for asahi, beaming at him with gratitude. it wasn’t that he was jealous- why would he be? but there was something about the way your eyes sparkled at the tall, kind ace that made him want to chainsmoke a whole box of cigarettes.

“i’m quite sad you’re not dating y/n.” ukai started at the sudden words, his eyes widening at short hinata stood before him. his brown eyes were downturned with disappointment.

“what?”

“she’s really cute and you’d look nice together. plus she always wears yellow and it matches your car.” ukai couldn’t even fathom a reply as hinata shrugged, smiling as he took his bag of meat buns and was one of the last to depart the shop, followed closely by asahi who you walked to the door and wished a goodnight cheerily.

a cold silence settled as the door swung shut, the loud karasuno boys leaving the shop feeling empty. you could feel ukai’s heavy eyes on you, causing your skin to grow hotter as the memory of his face so close to yours, his musky scent of cologne and cigarettes thick and powerful, the feeling of his fingers against your skin.

“are you alright?” you turned your head so quickly in ukai’s direction you could’ve gotten whiplash, surprised to see him serious with his arms folded across his chest. but for the time he didn’t look...angry? his eyes were softer, you wanted to think.

“i’m okay. i just-” a conflicted look flashed on your face. “are you really that disgusted by the idea of dating me?!”

ukai couldn’t ignore the little tug in his chest. you just looked so soft stood in front of him with your fingers playing nervously with the hem of your pretty cupcake-patterned dress, eyes flickering down to your pastel sandals and your cheeks flushed pink. he just wanted to wreck you.

ukai couldn’t resist any longer, not when you stood there so pretty and shy with your pink bottom lip between your teeth. he didn’t realise he was moving till he was already in front of you, towering over you as his large hand came to grip the back of your neck and he smashed his lips to yours. you were still.

then it was messy. needy. ukai couldn’t help but grab you closer, his hand gripping your hip so hard you winced against his lips but you were just the same. lustful. desperate, with your hands fisting ukai’s t-shirt, pulling his chest flush to yours. he was addicted to the softness of your warm skin and the sweet taste of your lips that he had to just swipe his tongue across your them, letting the wet muscle dip into your mouth when you moaned into the kiss.

“keishin.” your voice was nothing less of a breathy whine, your head thrown back as ukai began to press open-mouthed kisses along your neck.

“now you want to call me that.” he hissed as he sucked the delicate skin of your neck into his mouth, teeth scraping at your skin whilst you shuddered in his hold. “go on, pretty doll- call me what you usually do.” your hands were trembling as they snaked up to ukai’s hair, scraping your fingernails along his scalp and letting him groan into the bruising skin of your neck.

“please,” you whimpered, trying desperately to grind your hips into ukai’s like a needy little whore. “please, sir.” blood only rushed to ukai’s cock at the sound of the word being released into a little, pathetic whine. he gripped the meat of your thigh into his hand, hard enough to leave bruises and pulled your leg over his hip, leaving enough access for him to rut his hardening member into your core.

“what do you want, hm, angel?” he breathed, his other hand coming to grab your jaw and force you to look at him. how cute. you looked utterly adorable with your widened eyes almost wet with painful desire, your cheeks flushed and your lips wet, red and swollen, a little bit of saliva trickling down your chin.

“please, sir, i want you to- to-” ukai couldn’t stop kissing at your neck, not when you looked so hopeless and desperate. “i need you!” that was good enough, he thought. he grabbed your arm, not hesitating to flip the open sign to closed before dragging you to the counter. he wasn’t hesitant to press you up against the counter, your back knocking into the hard edge of the wood.

the first time you had met ukai keishin he had pushed you over the very same counter but this was different. it was lewd, lustful and needy and you whimpered into the wood as one of his hands slid up your thigh. his fingertip was gentle as it dragged across your clothed core, gasps escaping you both.

“you’re fucking soaked, angel. i’ve barely done anything and you’re already dripping for me.” you whimpered, grinding yourself down onto the fingers which slipped into your panties and stroked against your dampening folds.

“sir, please, i need to you to do something- i-” a loud, heavy moan ripped from your throat as ukai suddenly pushed a finger into you, groaning as your wetness coated his skin

“fuck, so wet. you’re so tight around me.” ukai could feel his cock throbbing as he pushed in another finger, your walls clinging to him as he finger fucked you. you looked so cute, head thrown back with light breathy whines escaping you and your hips grinding down into his palm.

“just- just fuck me already.” you gasped, your eyes shooting open to meet ukai’s. he couldn’t help but thrust his fingers in faster at the sight of your glassy eyes and you trembled, tugging at his shirt and pulling his lips to yours as he swallowed your moans.

“manners, baby- have some respect.” ukai teased, his teeth dragging your bottom lip as you groaned.

“please, sir, i need you to fuck me.” your pussy was squeezing tighter around his long fingers. “want to- want to cum on your cock.” ukai could’ve came right there untouched with how adorable you looked, begging for him to fuck you with the dirty words making you shy and embarrassed.

“such a cute little sweetie pie you are.” ukai cooed as he slid his fingers out of you, making you whine at the emptiness. his fingers were shining with your slick and he didn’t miss the way you stumbled, gripping the counter behind you tighter as you watched him lick a long stripe along his digits.

“fuck,” he groaned. “you taste so good, angel. i can’t wait to see your pretty little cunt.” a little gasp escaped you as he turned you over, pressing your chest against the counter and lifting the skirt of your dress to reveal your ass. ukai moaned at the sight of the wet patch on your cute cotton panties before he gently tugged them down, strings of slick sticking to the fabric as you whimpered at the sensation of cold air meeting your core.

“sir, please..” your whimpers were getting louder, your ass pushing back as ukai hurried to unbuckle his belt, hissing as he freed his throbbing, weeping cock.

“you’re just so cute.” he breathed in your ear as one hand gripped your hip and the other led his cock to your heat, dragging his length between your slick folds. “begging for me, like a pretty little slut. so needy for my cock.”

the lewd little whines and whimpers that fell from your mouth were just so cute as ukai slowly sheathed himself in your dripping pussy. you gasped, choking on your whines as you adjusted to the delicious stretch, ukai’s heavy wanton moans thick in your ear.

“fuck- you’re so- tight.” he pressed wet kisses against the back of your neck, nails digging into your bare hips. “your pretty little pussy’s squeezing me so tight.” he was right. with each slow, deep stroke, all you could feel was every vein and ridge of his cock pushing against your wet walls.

“faster- faster!” ukai couldn’t ignore your adorable little pleads and he began to thrust in deeper and quicker, the lewd sounds of skin slapping and heavy moans filling the empty shop. you were drunk with each other, ukai’s name falling from your lips as one hand held onto your hip and the other was roaming your body, massaging at your clothed tits.

“ke- keishin!” ukai didn’t mind that you’d dropped the title that had his cock twitching for over a month- it was better to hear his name falling from your lips over and over in pathetic, adorable little whines.

“quiet, princess- you don’t want anyone to walk past and hear you moaning my name like a needy, little slut.” your pussy clenched tighter around him at his depraved words and trying to hold back his moans, ukai gripped your boob tighter, nails digging in through the cloth of your dress and the hand on your hip moving to your clit, swirling so your moans became choked with pleasure. so lost in lust, he didn’t even register your small hand snaking down to your chest, your fingers forcing your way into his hand till you came all over his cock and he released into you moments later, your moans quieting down into pants.

ukai stared at your entwined hands lying on the counter. you were so utterly fucked out, eyes dazed and glossy with tears, lips wet with drool and your hand gripping his like you never wanted to let go. a heavy feeling filled ukai’s chest as he slipped his softening cock out of you, tucking himself back in before he reached for the tissues on the counter, cleaning you up in silence before pulling your panties back up and straightening out your dress.

“i- uh- i came in you- is that okay?” you pushed yourself off the counter, a dazed smile tugging on your lips.

“don’t worry, it’s fine. after all, you made me feel so good.” ukai pretended to ignore the way his stomach jolted at your compliment and he rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly shy and hesitant to meet your eyes.

“let me- let me drive you home.”

the drive to your house was silent. thick, heavy and awkward, you were staring out of the window as ukai tried to focus on the empty road ahead of him, but he couldn’t- not when he could see the way your smile had faded and the crease between your brows grew deeper. finally he rolled to a stop outside your house and you thanked him quickly, not meeting his eyes as you left the car. you didn’t return his quiet ‘see you.’

ukai’s weekend was spent preparing on how to act when he next saw you. he had to go back to normal- he couldn’t act different but it didn’t feel right to be so snappy and dismissive like usual, not when he couldn’t stop thinking about your sweet taste and how you clenched around him and filled his ears with your breathy moans. was he to be kinder? distant and professional? no- any chance of a professional relationship was ruined the moment ukai met you and it was only made worse by just how cute you were.

but his worries were in vain because that monday afternoon you didn’t show up at the shop. ukai sat at his counter, ignoring the rowdy karasuno boys arguing loudly over whether strawberry popsicles were better than raspberry, as he stared out of the glass door. maybe you were ill. or busy- with family or friends or maybe a job interview. but you didn’t come on tuesday morning or wednesday afternoon and soon a whole week passed and ukai’s chest felt heavy and the shop too empty without you.

you weren’t there to hum along to the radio, grinning at him when he grumbled at you to shut up. you weren’t there to cheekily offer him a cigarette between your small fingers everytime the vein in his forehead popped too much. you weren’t there to laugh and joke with customers, to stock the shelves, to walk around in your pretty dresses and beam at ukai and make his heart seem light and fluttery and thump so fast again his chest and-

oh.

ukai slumped in his chair, dragging the cigarette out of his mouth and exhaling the grey smoke with a heavy sigh.

he liked you. but you were gone.

ukai knew it wasn’t the karasuno volleyball team’s fault but he still couldn’t help making them his punching bag- practises were longer and harder, the blond coach ordering them to spike more and harder and refusing to let them leave the gym till they had perfected their serves. he just couldn’t control the burning anger and resentment...and the pain of emptiness without your presence.

rain lashed down from the dark, cloudy sky, soaking through ukai’s tracksuit and chilling him to the bone as he trudged his way back to the store. maybe this was penance for doing what he did to mess things up with you, for bending you over and screwing you so dirtily over his shop counter that you were too scarred to ever face him again.

the little bell rang in the shop and ukai stepped in, sighing heavily as he prepared to hear his mother’s complaints of dripping rainwater and mud everywhere but he froze. his dear, dainty mother wasn’t sat at the counter with her embroidery hoop- it was you.

you stared up at him, eyes wide open with shock and your pretty pink lips parted. ukai’s heart had stopped- he felt dizzy seeing you look so cute and sheepish with your cheeks as pink as the raincoat zipped up to your chin.

“keishin.” you got to your feet hurriedly, fingers clasping together nervously. “i-”

“y/n.” his voice was cold and he hated the way your face dropped, shoulders drooping sadly. “you alright?” he looked away from you as he peeled off his soaking jacket, revealing the damp clothes underneath which made you wince.

“let me get you a towel- you’ll get ill.” ukai was silent and still as you disappeared into the back stockroom momentarily before returning with a white towel. he tried to avoid the tensing of his muscles as you came close to him, standing on your tiptoes to towel at his wet locks gently. he could smell your sweet scent of strawberries, your beautiful eyes flickering down at him ever few seconds, your tongue darting out swiftly to lick at your lips. ukai had never wanted to kiss you more than in that moment but not a lustful kiss with teeth and tongue and moans- a soft, loving kiss that would make you feel the unadultered romantic feelings he had developed for you. the urge was too strong he had to step back and snatch the towel from your hands. your arms fell pathetically to your sides.

“where have you been?” he used the harsh frown as a mask of playing the angry boss but really, his heart felt heavy and hurt with abandonment. maybe it was because he just hoped so but he thought he could see a semblance of sadness on your face in your pouting lips and downcast eyes- maybe, self-indulgently he thought, maybe you had missed him just as much.

“i- i only came back here to resign.” ukai felt like he had been punched square in the throat. he stepped back in surprise, hands fisting around the towel as he forced himself not to hiss. “i managed to find an internship related to my degree,” you continued, staring up at ukai with silently pleading eyes. “and as much as i really enjoy working here with you...” you looked around the shop, eyes momentarily gleaming as grey memories illuminated around the aisles, a trace of a smile lingering on your lips. “it really hurts to be around you.”

it was a quiet whisper. a confession. you sunk into yourself, refusing to meet ukai’s eyes as he edged closer to you.

“hurts?” he echoed. you nodded and in the fluorescent store light, ukai caught the tear gleaming off your cheek. before he could think, he was instinctively moving towards you and brushed them away with the soft pads of his thumbs. with your hot cheeks cradled in his hands, you closed your eyes and nodded.

“it hurts because- because i know you don’t feel the same way and i really wish you did-”

“how do you know that?” ukai’s heart was racing and he could feel the fiery excitement bubbling in him. your eyes shot open and he wanted to laugh; you looked so cute staring at him with your eyes wide and cheeks slightly squished, your lips plumper and pinker.

“but i- i know your parents employed me more because they wanted me to get to know you.” you admitted, eyes flickering away from ukai’s heavy gaze nervously. “and i was really okay with that- even when you were so uninterested and dismissive of me, i still enjoyed your company. but after we- that night-” you swallowed hard after the little whisper and ukai’s heart fluttered a little at the memory of being so close to you, to feeling you and kissing you, to being inside you. “seeing you again and having to pretend like nothing happened- like i don’t have feelings for you- seemed unbearable and i know we can’t go back from that.” you looked so heartbreaking sad that ukai knew he had to speak. he couldn’t make you wait any longer. he couldn’t wait any longer.

“well, you’re wrong.” he cursed at himself at the sharp tone that escaped him, causing you to look at him with fearful shock. he chuckled, relaxing his face with a smile and gently his fingertips began to stroke the soft skin of your cheeks. “this week has been hell for me without you. i like you too, y/n, my cutie.”

ukai had seen you smile so many times- sweet, pretty smiles at his parents and customers and the karasuno boys- but it was nothing compared to the purely beautiful grin of utter delightful joy you graced him with, making his heart feel light and complete.

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His perfect Sunday ft. Ukai

Ukai Keishin x gn reader

Word count: ~600

Tags & warnings: fluff, alcohol (wicked hangover), + 1 ass grab

Note: Soft (and hard) for him. Predictable.

Keishin groans, turning around in an attempt to elude the beams of light sneaking their way into the bedroom from the edges of the blinds.

When he can no longer avoid the sun, he cracks his eyelids open and reaches up to rub the sleep from his eyes. The blurry bedroom slowly comes into focus.

His arms are sore as he brings them back down, a reminder of whatever he got up to last night, he can barely remember. His mouth and throat too feel parched and raw when he swallows. Pure muscle memory was the only thing that gave him the wherewithal to make it back to the apartment this morning, stumbling in and locking the door behind him.

His eyes land on the glass of water beside him and he gulps it down in a rush, ignoring the drops that dribble out of the corner of his mouth and land onto the sheets. More awake now, he inhales the heady aroma of coffee and freshly-cooked rice wafting into the bedroom. A grunt escapes him as he pushes his body up to sit at the edge of the bed. The movement makes his head spin and his stomach lurch unpleasantly.

He knows he can’t drink like he used to anymore, but he sure as hell tried to relive those younger days with Naoi yesterday. Both of them wanted to celebrate the beginning of another season, hopefully one that will see their teams face off at nationals again just like in previous years.

At least he doesn’t feel the familiar pounding of a morning-after headache. You’d cocked an eyebrow when he assured you that you didn’t have to worry, he doesn’t drink like that anymore. But you knew him well enough to be incredulous. He was grateful for that when he fumbled his way to the kitchen after getting home, gulping down the bottle of Pocari and two tablets of ibuprofen you’d left out for him, knowing he actually doesn't drink like that anymore, but that he definitely would drink like that if he was out with Naoi.

So, even though he feels like shit this morning, it’s because of you that he doesn’t feel like absolute fucking dogshit.

He shuffles to the kitchen to find you at the stove. A song plays quietly from the speakers and you’re humming along, dropping cubes of tofu into a pot, dappled sunlight dancing across your arms and legs as you sway to the music.

He’s starting to feel better already.

“Morning drunkard,” you murmur affectionately as you pour him a mug of coffee. “When’d you get back?”

“Way too late,” he rasps, gulping down a mouthful before immediately spitting it back out.

“FUCK that’s hot.”

You roll your eyes. “You always do that.”

“Warn a man next time,” he grumbles, grabbing a towel to wipe up the counter.

“Do you seriously need me to tell you that coffee is hot?”

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he leans against the refrigerator door, his stomach gurgling as he watches you stir what smells like miso soup. “Thanks for leaving the stuff out last night babe.”

You wave off his thanks. “Breakfast will be ready in a minute. And you know you’re getting too old to drink like that, right?” You tease, lips quirking playfully.

“I’ll show you old…” he growls, putting his mug down with a clunk and reaching out to grab a handful of your ass. “C’mere, I’m starving.”

Your laughter rings out as you obediently switch off the stove, sidling over to wrap your arms around his neck and press your chest against him. “And what do you want me to do about that, old man?”

Keishin wastes no time giving you an answer.

If only every Sunday could be like this one.

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ok now what about this. what about carrying your son up into your arms only to have him tug on your sweater and repeatedly chant "daddy?" while looking at you with so much hope in his eyes. he's excited, he's confused, his eyes are lighting up, and he looks so much like him -- an exact copy of his father when he was younger. you'd compared their photos as a child shortly after your son has turned 5, and you'd gotten the shock of your life.

the purple in his eyes used to scare you a lot. they used to make you shudder and cry during baby blues when things were so much harder to go through -- because those purples also belonged to a person who'd looked you straight in the eye and told you he doesn't want you anymore when he'd left you and your broken heart alone in the middle of december -- before new years, it'll make things easier. the blond in his hair used to haunt you so much too, because those strands were also the ones you'd used to comb through with your fingers when the two of you were still young and still in the dating stage.

but as time passes you don't think you'd have it any other way, because these are lovely features belonging to a boy who'd wait for you to come pick him up at daycare and then call you "mommy" while handing you a rose and a warm hug when you do.

he tugs again but you don't reply. you huff out a shaky breath and kiss the side of his head, telling him to never run off like that again, and you don't say a thing more -- you don't even know what to say. you feel as if you have committed a crime and you don't even know what it is. and rindou is burning holes into your back when you turn around and pretend like you don't even know the man who is the father of your son, and he's standing behind you now.

he's waiting for you to turn around -- you know it. your son's even reaching a hand out to him -- the ultraman toy in his hand now in rindou's, but you don't know that, and you don't turn around, and the bus arrives. you cut the queue and hop on before anything else happens and rindou watches as you pick a seat on the right side of the bus -- where he can't see you as clear, where he can't watch as you nervously take the scarf off your son despite his protests and shove it in your bag.

you don't look out the window when the bus drives off. "mommy? that was my daddy." he says, like it's a fact -- one backed up with concrete evidence -- even though he has never once saw a photo of rindou, let alone met him.

your heart aches, but you don't want to lie to him. you think the world is cruel to you.

"i know." and you don't say a thing more.

⌗︙・yuuji loves your ass ⸜⸜・

yuuji is an ass man we all know that. hej told you gis type at the start of your relationship which complimented you because you sure as hell aren't insecure with the size of your bum. but you didn't know he would be so obsessed.

"yuuji stop." you whine, your top half falling on the bed. yuuji doesn't stop tho and his thrusts become faster. his grip on your lips is tight, he's gonna surely leave marks on your skin.

"so beautiful." he breaths and you can hear the adoration in his tone. he's in transe, eyes fixated on your behind. he can't get enough of the fat jiggling with every thrust of his lips. he takes a handful of your ass, fat spilling in between his fingers. he's got the prettiest girl.

yuuji fell in love with your personality and a pretty face, your ass was just a bonus send from got. he remembers the first time you sat on his lap. his dick sprung up faster than ever before, the fat on your ass and thighs was almost too much for him. and he almost came in his pants like a teenager.

"is my pretty girl going to cum?" he asks, slapping the cheek. you yelp, nodding at him. your high is nearing and it doesn't take long for you to spam around his cock. he chokes on his own moans, cumming right inside of you when your walls squeeze him.

"that felt so good, pretty girl." he praises you, pressing a kiss to your hair. you cuddle into his body, hiding your face in your neck and making you laugh. a hand slaps your butt again and you bite the skin of his neck playfully.

"don't play with me, pretty girl. or im gonna make you regret that."

Deja Vu

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ you’re getting married to keishin today!! 😆💍 congratulations on your wedding! *ੈ✩‧₊˚

my entry for @tahdashi ‘s champagne kisses collab 🍾 no warnings except I’m still learning how to write <3 [notes] : fluff everywhere

♫ playing: say you won’t let go - James Arthur ♫

bride!reader x groom!ukai keishin

It’s been a while since Keishin cleaned himself up like this, buying a tailored suit, going to get a haircut, neat shave. It gives him deja vu of when he first asked you out, hoping that a nicer outfit would increase his chances. Or much later into your relationship when he decided to dress a little more fancy ‘jus cuz’, however, he revealed his true intentions later that night in a velvet black box that he pulled out from his pocket.

Keishin remembered how your eyes immediately sparkled from both delight and tears mimicking the gleam from the jewel staring at you; how his heart beat rapidly moments after opening the box; the way the world seemed to stop until the small nod of your head causes him to almost fall over to catch you in a tight hug.

You were a blubbering mess as you tried to utter words of affection while the love of your life slides the engagement ring on your finger. All Keishin could do is chuckle and wipe your tears away with his free hand, before leaning his forehead against yours and whispering the same thing.

“Shh, don’t cry, dont cry. I love you so much. You have no idea.” As if you weren’t repeating the same words to each other over the past days. He peppers kisses all over your face, holding you close and gently like you carry the world.

Now, you’re both here at your wedding. All dressed up with a small gathering of your close family and friends who watch you up the aisle with awe. But you don’t notice them when you lay your eyes on your soon-to-be husband who wore a classic black and white tux, with a rose peeking from his handkerchief, and his trimmed hair slicked back, looking gorgeous as ever. He has a look of wonder in his eyes, hands clasped together in front of him.

The sight alone makes your heart feel full.

Keishin couldn’t take his eyes off of you, either. The moment you enter the room in your wedding gown, the world stopped on its own once again just for you. All Keishin could focus on was you.

He catches his breath admiring the way tiny jewels cascade down your hair, your hand gracefully holding a small bouquet of flowers, the shy smile on your face, and not to mention your oh-so-kissable cheeks that were blossomed pink. Your dress that was kept a secret from him, finally revealed before his eyes.

He thought you were gorgeous in anything, even when you’re in a old baggy tee and hair messily tied up in a bun. Even when there’s some cookie crumbs left on your hoodie sleeve. Or when your makeup is ruined from watching sad dramas and you’d dodge his kisses saying that you looked ‘horrible’—and he would give you a look saying ‘does it look like I give a damn?’ before proceeding to give your pouting lips a kiss.

In this moment, his breath is nearly taken away. He could be in heaven just from the sight alone.

The jitters he felt before were long gone.

He was going to marry you. And you were going to marry him.

That is all he could ever dream of since that one night you both stayed up late in his little studio apartment playing cards and you fell asleep on his lap. He whispered his love confession right as soon as you dozed off, playing with your hair, tracing your furrowed brows, and kissing your temple, before he picks you up ‘bridal style’ and lays you down on the comfort of his bed.

“I wanna be with you…forever.” Images of you living in the same home and growing old together flashed in his mind. And potentially, raising a child or two…or three. He doesn’t mind. As long as you were together. Of course, at the time, these were just mere fantasies to him. A distant dream.

Keishin sighed dreamily before drifting off on his own by your side. That was the first night he finally got some good sleep after the long hard days of working and coaching. He realized he gained more strength each day he sees you. He craves your laughter, your smiles, your scent, your touch.

Thank God your feelings were reciprocated because he wouldn’t know what to do if that weren’t the case. You brought the light in the dull darkness that was once his life.

“Pinch me,” Keishin echoes the words he used when you first confessed. You finally reach him from what felt like a long walk up the aisle. You scrunch your nose in delight and gently tug on his sleeve jacket as a way to ‘pinch’ him. His facial muscles are already starting to hurt from the constant smile on his face, the stars in his own deep brown orbs remain sparkling.

It was magical. Exchanging vows, delicately placing rings on each other. Despite being together for years, you still felt the electric from his thumb grazing over your hand. And then finally, sealing your vows with a kiss which he’s been dying to do since you walked in.

The crowd buzzes with excitement once your lips connect. Ukai places his palm behind your neck as he brings you closer. Butterflies chase each other in your stomach and your head tips back from the action as he kisses you deeply with affection, unshy of the audience before you.

A few cheers and chatter from the Karasuno boys can be heard.

“Let’s goooo!!” One bellows.

“The Ukais!!” Another cheers.

“Yeahh, Mr. and Mrs. Coach!!”

“Their last name is not coach!”

“Wait what?!”

Your laughter causes you to pull away from each other. Keishin, your now fully-wedded husband, takes the opportunity to pick you up the same way he did that one night at his apartment, carrying you down the aisle to God knows where.

It doesn’t matter. From this day on, with hearts connected as one, you’ll follow each other to the ends of the Earth.

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anon: Would it be possible to do a continuation of bittersweet but where reader gets pregnant 🤭

❥keishin ukai x reader

❥summary: 9 months to a pleasant surprise isn’t always as sweet as you want it to be

❥warnings: nsfw, breeding kink, pregnant!reader, angst, suspected cheating i guess? some mentions of social taboos idk if that’s a warning it is now

❥word count: 4.9k

❥part i | but can be read alone

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