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ukai loves to spoil you. but not in a "buys you whatever you want" and "lavishes you with expensive gifts way." ukai spoils you in a softer way.

he saves the last slice of cheesecake in the fridge for you, telling you that he's not a big fan of cheesecake because he thinks it's too rich even though you know for a fact it's his favorite dessert. after all, for his birthday, he always wants a cheesecake from his favorite bakery instead of a proper cake.

whenever you disagree over what to watch, he's always caves first and goes along with your choice. he'll grumble about it as you're navigating through your apps to find whatever he's agreed to, but he always makes a good faith effort to at least appear interested.

he always tries to get to chores around the house before you can. he knows how much you hate having to fold laundry so he's already putting things in drawers before you can even check and see if the clothes are dry. the trash is always emptied before you have the chance to wonder if it's time to take it out. even when your hands are elbow-deep in soapy water at the kitchen sink, he'll nudge you aside with his hip, wordlessly letting you know that he'll finish up for you.

although he prefers sleeping on his stomach, he often falls asleep on his side so that you can sleep how you like, curled up closely into his chest. one night, on the verge of falling asleep, you apologized to him, saying you knew that he didn't like sleeping on his side, but he just held you closer and said that sleeping on your stomach is actually bad for your spine.

and when he's at home between your thighs, grinding against you, grinding into you, as you whine into his neck, begging him for more, he never even thinks of denying you. he just groans low and asks, "what do you want, baby?" right into your ear through heavy pants. and as soon as you've answered his question, "your fingers. your mouth. you." he gives you exactly what you want.

Mini-twists: teaser

teaser for the ukai piece i’ve been chipping away at.

FULL PIECE NOW OUT

“Makes sense if they’re this good. All of ‘em have been playing for years, allegedly.” Star commented, drawing attention to herself. “What?”

Keishin glanced down to his hand, the limb unconsciously wrapped around and stroking along her ankle, playing with the small charm that dangled from her anklet. Red spread across the bridge of his nose.

“I, uh, kinda forgot you were here.” Star stared at her boyfriend until nerves bubbles out of him like fizz does soda. The stick in his mouth hung precariously, one wrong move and it fall from his petite lips onto his trusty track pants.

“Wow, Kei. Way to make a girl feel special.”

Mini-twists

*sighs* yall, idk at this point. wrote this while fighting smut writer's block. I promise this was supposed to be a cute lil fluff piece, how did we get here? the fluff to smut pipeline back at work. I decided to keep the cute soft ass beginning in, so just roll with it when shit turns left.

pairing: Ukai Keishin x black fem oc (everybody say hi to Star)

Rating: R | MINORS DNI

warnings: handjobs, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, cum eating, creampie, drunken sex, slight degradation, dirty talk, can't really call this sub ukai so instead let's just say desperate, sappy ending cuz why the hell not, not really proofread so bare wit me

The television screen projected the locked images found on the cd handed over to him earlier after the game. On the screen, young bodies moved animately. Running, blocking, diving, flying. Faces he’d seen earlier that day and others new to him kept his interest, his eyelids refusing to lower until it became a necessity. He couldn’t miss a second. Every note mattered. His studying two feet away from the device could be what stands between his team of crows advancing or losing tomorrow. Keishin had to take this seriously.

Star did not, but out of curiosity, chose to.

She positioned herself higher than Keishin, after being denied her favorite spot, his lap. The couch was a foot further than where he had plopped down, but still near enough for him to rest his shaggy blond head against her rich brown thighs. His strands tickled her skin every time he adjusted his sitting position, leaned close to the screen, or reached for the remote to replay a specific minute.

Her task kept her movements steady. Under, over, under, over, more product, under, over. Star’s accomplished half her head so far. One side she fixed into mini buns, sectioned, and detangled for ease. The other hung from her scalp, ropes of hair still wet from the creams and foams, swaying with every wobble.

Further on the couch was a pizza Keishin brought home to share between the two of them. Only three slices remained, and Star hoped they would survive Keishin’s midnight hunger and live long enough to become her lunch the next day.

“Shit, they’re pretty good,” Keishin mumbled around his cigarette. He leaned over to pick up the paper, a list of all the teams participating in this tournament, to scan for the information he needed. “Wing-spiker is a 3rd year, setter is a 3rd year, libero is a 3rd year, they’re entire starting line up consists of all 3rd years.”

“Makes sense if they’re this good. All of ‘em have been playing for years, allegedly.” Star commented, drawing attention to herself. “What?”

Keishin glanced down to his hand, the limb unconsciously wrapped around and stroking along her ankle, playing with the small charm that dangled from her anklet. Red spread across the bridge of his nose.

“I, uh, kinda forgot you were here.” Star stared at her boyfriend until nerves bubbles out of him like fizz does soda. The stick in his mouth hung precariously, one wrong move and it'll fall from his petite lips onto his trusty track pants.

“Wow, Kei. Way to make a girl feel special.” Orange painted toenails, painted to match the Karusuno colors, rose to the height of his shoulder before poking the body part. He continued to stare at her, neglecting the recording still playing despite his loss of interest. “Pay attention, Coach. You gotta tournament to win, huh? Take this school to nationals and shit on Nekoma.”

“Right, yea. Ok.”

Sometimes, Keishin marveled at her like he’s never seen another human being before. It was easy to get lost in her presence. Or maybe he possessed a weak will to begin with, that had no issue falling for her charm. Regardless of what the root of the phenomenon was, Star lived up to her name.

Her light burned too bright to look at directly, yet too alluring to turn away from.

Gravity tugged on him until he became nothing more than a satellite caught in her orbit.

Keshin kept these poetic thoughts to himself since he made a promise to not share his lovesick thoughts with his love allergic girlfriend. She didn’t understand love expressed through words, spoken or written in his shitty penmanship. Those attempts were ‘cute’. The lovesick volleyball sticky notes of two stick figures overlapping triangles- holding hands he clarified later- stuck to the fridge were ‘cute’, something to coo over and stuff in a jar of momentos to reminisce on later.

Star needed action and had to see it live to fully grasp what he felt. That's how she showed her affection. That’s why she painted her toes his team colors and came to every game he participated in. It’s why she bought matching sweatpants for them and made the sacrifice to get up early to yield the crops in his place the days he couldn’t find the will to stick a foot out of bed.

“What Kei? Do I have something on my face?” Star paused her handwork to address his staring for a second time.

“No, just c’mere.” Her forehead wrinkled as she eyed the open spot on his lap, muscular thighs stretched the emphasize the space. Keishin doesn’t hesitate to shift her small collection of products to the floor by his notebook, unsatisfied with the slow pace of his girlfriend.

“Don’t complain when I cut off your leg circulation.”

“I would gladly sacrifice my legs if it means the prettiest girl in the world is the reason behind it.” He mumbled into the crevice of her neck, taking the time to skim his lips over the tattooed skin, reveling in the shiver he caused to ransack her frame. He clicked the rewind button.

“Pay attention to the game coach. No time to be a lil lover boy.” Star teased, shifting her hips to sink deeper in the space between his legs. The smell of her fragrant hair products intermingled with the stench of his cigarettes until a balance was established. It was familiar in the apartment, already infused into the fabric and upholstery of their secondhand furniture. The odor of cocoa butter and tobacco clung to their clothing, it described them perfectly.

As Star continued to twist, she could feel her boyfriend immerse himself back into the game playing, cursing every time the team he had his eyes on made a risky but effective move. They did whatever it took to keep the ball in the air on their side, pouring every ounce of power into their spikes to make the glorious smack noise on the other side of the net.

“Fuck I don’t know about this team? Maybe if I switched middle blockers or delayed the rotation a bit we could avoid that damn wall they got,” He muttered in the quiet space. The game was scheduled for tomorrow afternoon if both teams cleared their morning games. Star observed as she let down the next section of hair. Looked like they’ll both be up for a while.

***

“Another victory for Karusono.”

“One step closer to Nationals.”

“He might take us there, just like his old man.”

Another round for Coach!”

“Another round.”

“On me!”

She smirked into the foam of Keishin’s beer, happy that his half-hearted griping about her stealing it would be cut short thanks to the local patrons. No matter where you go in the world one thing remained the same. High school sports will always be a town’s shining glory.

“Congrats, Ukai! Can’t believe this is your first time coaching a team.”

“He must get it from the old crow bastard. You know what, your granddaddy owes me money if I remember right,” Star choked as she swallowed the last of the beverage just as her boyfriend received his new one. “I’ll let it go for now.”

Propped upon his hand, the man of the hour uttered a low drawl of thanks to their server. Keishin couldn’t talk much after the game, his voice hoarse from screaming from the sidelines for his team to act right. He nodded at every call of his name to acknowledge he heard their compliments and well wishes, all he really wanted was to look at Star.

Beads the same color scheme as his team’s colors clacked and jangled with every toss of her head. Keishin saw them when she walked into the gym swaying freely from her ends. By the end of the last set, the ropes of hair were tied into a low bun so she could focus on cheering for the crows and scolding the referee for bad calls. After the game he figured she would undo the scrunchie and shake her hair free, letting the small beads make as much noise as they wanted.

Even after seeing the boys off at the practice gym and grabbing a quick meal at his family-owned store, Star still had her hair pulled back. Keishin wanted-

“Hey, you good?” Her voice interrupted his vulgar thoughts before they began. But that wasn’t an issue for slummed and dumb Keishin.

“Can we go home so I can fuck your mouth?” Thankfully for his sake, the poorly ventilated room had gotten rowdy as the night went on. No one but her heard his request, not even his friends sitting on the other side of Keishin. Star could play this in a lot of ways. But as the coach of the team on the road to nationals, she decided he deserved her nicer side.

“Gimme your keys, Keishin.”

They didn’t make it out of the dimly lit parking lot. As soon as the doors had unlocked, Star had gotten him in the passenger side and strapped in before running around the front to slide into the driver’s seat. Her seatbelt hadn’t even made the chance to buckle properly before her arm was yanked over the console into his pants. Drops of beer still sat on his top lip but Keishin didn't bother wiping the residue before smashing their mouths together.

Star opened her mouth to let their tongues intermingle, swapping spit and clashing teeth like two overeager teenagers on prom night. Biting down on her lip, Keishin put in the effort to get his girl moving. “Please, baby,”

“So hot,” Star mumbled against his lips. She pecked the corner of his mouth and stretched her hand under the band of his clothing. “S’hard for me, Kei.”

“Move, Star. Godammit I’m-” His already flushed cheeks reddened more as he struggled to catch his breath. The smoothness of her warm palm working his dick, pausing every few strokes to rub the messy slit and nudge the metal pierced there, robbed his train of thought.

“You what, baby? Use your words for me.” Pretty words hid cruel intentions. Star groaned in his ear, dragging the end of every noise while her pace picked up, making sure to swipe at and squeeze the tip. “Tell me,”

“Need you so bad, baby. Gimme that throat. Been thinking about it since lunch.” Keishin confessed as his eyes rolled back into his skull. Suddenly the pressure around his flesh disappeared, taking his nearing high with it. “Star, baby, please don’t play right now.”

“Who’s playing?” Spitting into one hand and scratching the scruff on his face with the other, Star smiled at her boyfriend.

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit,” His hips bucked up into her wet hand, chasing the feeling, not caring if the car rocked from his movements. She worked him so good, twisting and squeezing his dick, compelling his tip to ooze precum. She took the extra moisture and doubled down on her actions, bubbles made from body fluids saturating his base.

“You gonna cum for me coach? Make my hand all messy? But I gotta drive with it and I don't want nut all over the sterling wheel. Know what that means, Keishin?” He shook his head vehemently, worried that any delay in response would slow down her hand. “Means somebody’s gonna have to use their mouth to clean this mess up.”

The pit of his stomach contracted. He couldn’t keep his eyes open, but he forced himself to for a few seconds longer. He wanted to see her wrap her pretty lips around his dick. Strings of spit connected the bottom and top of her open mouth, breaking with the rough intrusion of his flesh in her orifice.

“Holy fuck,” He whined. He couldn’t not look. With a hand firmly grasping the passenger grab handle, Keishin braced himself for the sight in his lap.

Stuffing the monstrosity that was Keishin's dick down her throat was an act of masochism Star loved to inflict on herself. There hasn't been a time when she didn’t choke on the thickness of it or struggle to get the first inch past her gag reflex. One minute into slobbering over it and her brown eyes had begun to water.

“You can do it, babe. Just relax your throat for me,” Keishin encouraged his girlfriend, ignoring the light glare she gave him. Still, she moaned around his girth, rubbing what couldn’t fit in her mouth affectionately to spread the remaining slickness from before. “So sweet to me, Star.”

Just as he got used to the wet heat surrounding him did Star begin to ease his dick down her throat. Slowly her lips slid up his length until her nose buried into his pubic hair. Keishin couldn't stop his hips from bucking up and eliciting a whine from her. The beads in her hair clanged together the quicker his thrust became. Spittle surrounded his base and slid down to coat his balls. Star moaned when his meat started throbbing on her tongue. “So good for me, all nice and supportive, coming to my games, letting me fuck your little throat in the car.”

Star shut her eyes, praying to the universe that she would survive this, and bobbed her head along to his rhythm. Above her and barely holding onto sanity, Keishin groaned. The knot at the base of his spine grew, tugging at his balls to release his seed. “Fu-close. So fucking close. C’mere. Come here. Need a kiss from my star.”

She only had time to take in one breath before her lips crashed against his. Together they joined hands around his dick and tugged at it, putting special attention on the sensitive piercing that left the taste of metal in her mouth. He kissed her fervently, not letting her move away to breathe. His hips pistoned up, the car rocked, and his grasp on her hand and the handle tightened. His orgasm shot through him and cost him the grip around himself. Star continued without his aide, working him through the pulses. Leaving one last kiss on his moist lips, she leaned back in her seat, letting out a deep sigh.

“I told you I didn’t wanna make a mess,” Keishin grunted, still dazed in his post-nut high. Still, he could blearily make out the sight of her brown hand covered in his translucent white cum. Without hesitation, he yanked the limb to his mouth and began to lick it up.

“There. Now let's go home.” Star snorted and started the ignition. He’s always sleepy after cumming, but if he thought the pool in her panties would be ignored when they got to the apartment, he had another thing coming.

****

“Aww, poor baby. Too drunk to fuck his girlfriend?” Her cooing tone fogged his vision until keeping them open became pointless. Just as his lashes rested on his cheeks, a hot wet tongue skimmed the shell of his ear. “You got all that dick, and you ain't finna give me none? Can’t work it properly, can barely sit up straight. I gotta do all the work if I want to get off, huh?” Huffing at his weak responses to her, Star paused her rising. “That's foul as fuck, Kei.”

“m’sorry, baby. I can’t-”

“Can’t or won’t?” She shot back, lowering her body in his lap. Despite his protests, he groaned and attempted to move, wanting to make her feel as good as she made him feel in the bar’s parking lot. The most his intoxicated and lethargic body could do was maintain an erection and slobber at her tits bouncing in his face.

“Can’t! I want to baby, you gotta believe me…” To prove his sincerity, Keishin lurched forward and tongued her nipples, stroking the hard peaks and leaving marks around her areola. Star cursed, burrowing her hand in his blonde locks. Her plush walls gripped his tough flesh as it kissed the depths of her pussy. Her pace stuttered as he groped at her ass. “Want you so bad, wanna make you feel good.”

Pleasure thrummed through her body. Even half-assed, he could make her feel this good. Her body struggled to keep going but didn’t seem to catch on. It took a lot out of her, fucking herself on his dick. Star had to shift the work on him.

“If you’re not gonna fuck me right, shut up.” Keishin could only whine into her flesh. A girl as amazing as her deserved a proper fucking. What if she left him after this? What if she found someone else, someone better to fuck her?

“Please, please, please, I’m sorry I can do it! I promise,” And that’s when everything changed for Star. Tackled on her back, a loud moan flew out her mouth carelessly as Keishin took over. The sound of his hips smashing into hers, his balls smacking onto her ass, his dick burying itself into her juicy cunt only to pull out and repeat sounded like angels in a choir to her. The bed rocked with his fast pace, he was too scared to leave her core so he stuck to shallow thrusts. Unaware of how his piercing relentlessly stimulated the rough patch inside her.

“That's, ah, better,” Star squeaked out. She could feel his weak smile against her chest. “More, Kei. Need more.”

“Like this? Star, baby, please. Am I doing it right?” He muttered against sweaty skin. His spit coated her collarbone like a necklace. His grip readjusted to push one of her thighs to lay flat on the bed, increasing the room between her legs and tightening her hole around him. It made it harder for him to concentrate with his dick being suffocated by such wet hot walls. But for her, for his star, he’d keep going. Wrapped up in his thoughts and impending climax, Keishin ignored her answers of gasping breathy sounds of encouragement. “Can’t let this pussy leave. Can’t leave me, baby.”

Her back arched off the bed as he began to toy with her engorged clit that had gone ignored for most of the night. Oxygen couldn’t get into her lungs fast enough. “Keishin,”

“I’m here baby. Fuck I wanna cum so bad. Can I cum in you, Star?” Her nails dug into him while her mind strung together a response.

“You. still. being. so selfish. Keishinnnn,” Star said while his dick continued to batter her insides. Keishin would be coming inside her regardless, what she really cared about is if her boyfriend would get her to cum before him. As her words sunk in, he worked harder, keeping one hand on her clit he moved the other to yank her hair to the side, beads clanging together in his tight clutch.

“M’not selfish.” He pleaded. Star could feel the tremors creep in, her core tightening around him, bearing down to prepare for her climax. Wet kisses were left all over her face in a last-ditch effort to clear his name. “Love you so much, need you, baby. Always wanna make you feel good. You’re my-”

“Keishin.” Her hips bucked up as her head pressed into their mattress. Star couldn’t stop the whining she let out as his hips met hers, keeping her pussy stimulated as it tried to concave in on itself. He grunted but forced his flesh in and out of her while rolling her nub to prolong her pleasure. Even when her body relaxed and she rode the waves of endorphins, he kept digging into her.

“Fuck Star, can’t stop.” Incoherent babbling filled her ears as Keishin gave his last few pumps before shooting his load right into her waiting cervix. “Shit, so good. My star feels so good. Gotta stay with me. Got to,” Keishin let his weight fall on her, too busy letting out his repressed lovesick thoughts now that he had his love allergic girlfriend hostage.

A bit later, when his unguarded thoughts turned to muffled nonsense then into soft snoring, Star nudged him to get off her. “How’d a coach this sappy get his team to finals?” She muttered, lightly, combing through his hair. Resigning herself to the fate of cleaning dried cum off her in the morning, she closed her eyes. “Love you too, Kei.”

Family Man

Pairing: Ukai Keishin x F!Reader

Rating: 16+

Warnings: pregnancy, the word “ass”, angst? With comfort!

A/N: My partner found a bunch of one word prompts and this one was written with ‘children’ in mind! If you guys have any prompts you have, or characters you’d like to see in the future, please don’t hesitate to let me know! <3

Ukai Keishin was not particularly a family man. He didn’t often think of children in his life, and would reject the idea if the thought ever occasionally arose. So when you, his loving girlfriend of nearly 4 years, approached him in tears when he visited your appartment one particularly uneventful afternoon, announcing that you were pregnant, Ukai Keishin panicked. He turned tail and ran, almost slamming your appartment door behind him without so much as a word.

When he arrived at his own home, above the family owned shop, he did the only thing he could think of. Call his grandfather in tears.

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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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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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ukai keishin x gn!reader minors and ageless blogs dni

ukai loves to spoil you. but not in a "buys you whatever you want" and "lavishes you with expensive gifts way." ukai spoils you in a softer way.

he saves the last slice of cheesecake in the fridge for you, telling you that he's not a big fan of cheesecake because he thinks it's too rich even though you know for a fact it's his favorite dessert. after all, for his birthday, he always wants a cheesecake from his favorite bakery instead of a proper cake.

whenever you disagree over what to watch, he's always caves first and goes along with your choice. he'll grumble about it as you're navigating through your apps to find whatever he's agreed to, but he always makes a good faith effort to at least appear interested.

he always tries to get to chores around the house before you can. he knows how much you hate having to fold laundry so he's already putting things in drawers before you can even check and see if the clothes are dry. the trash is always emptied before you have the chance to wonder if it's time to take it out. even when your hands are elbow-deep in soapy water at the kitchen sink, he'll nudge you aside with his hip, wordlessly letting you know that he'll finish up for you.

although he prefers sleeping on his stomach, he often falls asleep on his side so that you can sleep how you like, curled up closely into his chest. one night, on the verge of falling asleep, you apologized to him, saying you knew that he didn't like sleeping on his side, but he just held you closer and said that sleeping on your stomach is actually bad for your spine.

and when he's at home between your thighs, grinding against you, grinding into you, as you whine into his neck, begging him for more, he never even thinks of denying you. he just groans low and asks, "what do you want, baby?" right into your ear through heavy pants. and as soon as you've answered his question, "your fingers. your mouth. you." he gives you exactly what you want.

Keishin Ukai's NSFW Alphabet

Content Deets!: afab!reader, she/her pronouns, black woman reader, fingering, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, all of the things

Everything I say is canon; Furudate said so.

For legal reasons, that is a joke

Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): It depends on how exhausted he is. If he’s had a long day, he tries so hard to stay awake to cuddle with you and talk, but he’s dozing in and out while you clean up and get water until you take pity on him and let him fall asleep on you.

If he’s not too tired (and when he’s not tired, he’s wearing you thee fuck out) he’s cleaning you up, getting you water, picking out something to watch, and snuggling next to you while you try to remember what your legs feel like. He knows you get cold very easily, so he’ll make sure he has a comfy throw blanket to toss over you while you cuddle.

Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner): On you? Damn, that’s hard. He loves it all; your perfect pretty face, your soft skin, your hands, your hair, your tits, your ass, your pussy—actually if he’s keeping it 100, it’s your ass. He really likes grabbing it, and how you jump and tell him to stop even though it’s obvious you love it.

On himself…his jaw. He’s not really sure why, he just does. (Though if he thinks about it long enough, it probably has something to do with the first time you ever kissed his neck, and the way you moaned when your lips went across the underside of his chin.)

And his forearms, but he can definitely attribute that to you - you told him that he had great setters’ arms once and he’s never been able to stop thinking about it. Your nails left a small cluster of crescent shaped scars on his forearm by his elbow the first time you had sex, and he’s weirdly very fond of them.

Cum (Anything to do with cum): A little salty, and thick, but otherwise very pleasant. The first time you ever swallowed, you kept sucking his dick, and he had to pull your hair to make you stop. He just tasted so good you didn’t want to stop. It didn’t hurt that he looked super fucking hot begging you to stop; his hair a mess, face flushed, his chest heaving, and an arm thrown over his eyes as he tried not to thrust into your mouth, gasping and desperate for you to let up.

He also doesn’t want to admit it, but he has a breeding kink. It’s your fault, you can argue with him as much as you want about it, but it’s your fault. You’re the one who told him to “forget about the condom, just fucking fill me up” one night, and shit escalated from there. Next thing he knew he was bent over your back, stuffing his come back inside you, rolling his free hand against your clit to feel you squeezing around him.

You’re on birth control, of course, that’s exactly what you both want, but after you’ve been together for a while, moved in together and everything, sometimes he looks at you, reading or doing the books in the back of the store, and he imagines you with a cute little tummy, barefoot, just glowing, and the next thing you know, you’re spread out on the nearest flat surface, and he’s filling you full of his come again.

Dirty secret: The smell of your leave-in conditioner turns him on so much. He may have uh…used a container of it (not on his hair) when he was missing you, but he’ll never admit it. Primarily because he’s a little embarrassed by it, but also he knows how expensive it is, so he has to pretend it got thrown out by accident and buys you a new one when you ask him where it went.

Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): He has a substantial amount. When he said he’s happy being single he meant it; mainly because he got to knock down as many women as he wanted to as many times as he wanted to without any obligations.

You started out with him with the same expectations - the two of you were just supposed to fuck and that’s all. But, maybe the third or fourth time the two of you hooked up (after the shop closed, in the back of one of the aisles), Kei realized, 20 minutes after the two of you got redressed and you were still there helping him clean up so he could close faster, that maybe he was happy where he was, but he’d be happier if he was wherever you are.

And ultimately all of that experience works in his favor, because by the time the two of you are exclusive, he knows exactly how to fuck in a way that makes your toes curl so hard they cramp.

Favorite position: Any position where he gets to see your ass slapping against him, or his dick sliding in and out of you is his favorite. Reverse cowgirl is top tier for this.

When the two of you are wasted, the first place he goes is a mating press, because it just hits all his buttons at once, with the added bonus of watching your tits bounce and seeing the way your eyes glaze over when you’re about to come. He fucking loves putting all his weight on you, and watching you squirm and cry and beg under him.

Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.): Kei is habitually silly around you; you think it’s because he has to be so serious and responsible everywhere else. So of course the two of you being silly translates to doing silly shit to each other while you’re having sex.

Like the time Kei said “yep!” every time he moaned. Or you making him tell you how his day was in excruciatingly mundane detail while you’re riding him and he’s trying to bust. Of course there are plenty of times where he’s fucking you so good that silly just doesn’t enter in, but you don’t shy away from laughing when he asks you if you’re gonna come in a cartoon dog voice.

Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.):  Obviously Kei is not dumb enough to put hair bleach anywhere near his dick, so his pubes are still his natural color. He keeps them very well-trimmed, and tries to maintain it even when he’s busy or stressed. He doesn’t have many opportunities to rest or take care of himself, so taking care of his roots and keeping all of his hair trimmed is a light form of self-care. Plus he knows you have an easier time sucking his dick when you don’t have to fight through a jungle.

Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): Kei really likes doing two things while you’re fucking, and they make you melt, no matter the position or circumstances. He loves holding your hand, and he loves touching foreheads. He knows that very often when he sends you into subspace you need an anchor, so he’ll lace his fingers in yours and squeeze them until you squeeze them back.

Foreheads touching is criminally underrated in his opinion. Mostly he likes it because just being close to you isn’t enough when he’s really desperate for you; he wants to be as deep inside you as possible, and that kind of eye-contact sends him over the moon. You just look so pretty when you feel vulnerable, and he loves it.

He loves when you run your fingers through his hair too; a little shiver rolls down his back, and he just wants to wrap his arms around you and hold you close forever.

Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): Kei was fairly normal about masturbating until he met you. It’s not like he’s a prude or some shit, he just didn’t think about his masturbation habits because there was no real need to. And you have some very particular…quirks that he didn’t realize he was into until you asked him to do it.

For example, he never would have sent you video of him jerking off at full volume if you hadn’t asked for it. Impulsively, he locked the doors to the store, went to the back to sit at the desk, propped his phone up against a stack of inventory forms, and hit record.

When you opened the text from him at work, you nearly broke the screen tapping play when you saw the thumbnail; apron hanging from the armrest, sweatshirt trapped between his teeth, sleeves pulled up enough to expose his toned forearms, jeans open, grey boxers pulled down just enough for him to wrap a hand around his length, his abs flexing in that way that tells you he’s about to let out that soft ‘fuck’ that drives you insane. The desperate whine of your name when the sound cuts into your earbuds got you out of your seat and walking toward the bathroom before you could second guess yourself.

Kinks (One or more of their kinks): He’s not exactly shy about them; like with anything personal, he’s not inclined to share them unless you’re close to him, and these are definitely things he’ll only share with you:

Oral Fixation — It’s because of the smoking. He knows it’s not great for him, but it was a habit born out of extreme stress, and those kinds of habits die very hard. But he’s trying so fucking hard to quit, so when he pulls you toward him as you’re washing dishes and puts the sixth hickey of the day on the spot under your ear, just above the one he put on your collarbone two hours ago, you can’t be mad. Being mad doesn’t even cross his mind as you feel him moan against your throat and your knees go weak.

Exhibition Kink — It was an accident, like it is with most of his kinks. You came to visit him at the shop after not seeing him for weeks, and somehow he managed to turn you into a screaming mess in the back with customers waiting at the counter. Ever since then, he doesn’t know what came over him - whenever he’s in that kind of mood, it’s almost like he wants to get caught. He’d never let it happen but…fuck.

Overstimulation — Another one that’s definitely your fault - and it’s only fair that he subjects you to it when you’re the reason he likes it so much.

Orgasm Denial — It goes hand in hand with overstimulation. @gabzlovesu said it best: “It’s one of his top links because he doesn’t feel like he has much control of his life: his grandad because known for volleyball coaching, the family store was handed to him, blah blah blah. So he finds just a little bit of innocent, and satisfying power, in denying you orgasms. Of course he’ll eventually he’ll let you finish but watching you squirm and plead as you turn to putty at his mercy lights a fire inside of him.”

Combination Size and Hand Kink — A very slight one - the way you look when his hand is wrapped around your neck, and his fingers slip into your mouth? Obsessed. Genuine, sincere obsession.

His favorite move is fingering you; he knows how much you love his hands, and he loves watching your eyes glaze over while he gets you off. You better not drop eye contact though, because he’s so fucking mean; if you look anywhere else, he’s ruining your orgasm immediately, because he told you to pay attention, baby. And why should he reward you for misbehaving? Hm?

Hair Pulling — This one is very straightforward; he likes how high pitched your voice gets when he uses it for leverage to go deeper.

Location (Favorite places to do the do): In direct alignment with the exhibition kink, he doesn’t have a favorite place. Also it’s not like he’s opposed to bed sex; some of his favorite times with you have been in bed or on the couch. But you’re both busy, and he’s realistic. The store is a popular one, specifically the office. His car became a favorite during the harvest season, specifically after the time he pulled you into his lap after dropping you off home and you rode him with your back pressed to the steering wheel. Once you did it in the equipment room when you came after practice to pick him up for a date, but you decided never again after Hinata and Kageyama came back to practice and the two of you had to hide behind one of the shelving units and sneak out when they took a water break.

Wait, he’s lying. You had sex on the roof of the store after you told him you loved him. He probably wouldn’t risk it again because you nearly fell off after, but it’s a cherished memory for sure.

Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): You. No, stop booing, he means it. You’re fucking catnip to him; he’s gotten better at not clawing at you at inappropriate moments the longer you’re together, but he wants you literally every time he sees you, and it takes a lot of effort to not drop to his knees and make a mess out of you whenever he sees you.

He appreciates when you dress up for him, especially when you go through all the effort of putting makeup and lingerie on for him, but nothing makes him crazier than when you’re dressed in his clothes, just hanging out.

No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): He doesn’t like sharing you. Please don’t ask him. Because he can’t say no to you, but the jealousy will eat him alive. He doesn’t even like it when other men look at you. He’s very often drunk-yelled “that’s my wife!” at people who just bumped into you at the bar. You’re not even married yet.

Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): Kei will never say no to a blow job, especially since you’re so fucking good at them; the way you cup his balls and hum with his cock in your hot wet mouth makes him breathless and desperate.

There’s something about eating you out that makes him insane. He gets drunk on you; he’ll stay down there, licking your clit and tongue fucking you until he almost gets lockjaw or you scream that you can’t take it anymore, whichever comes first. Usually you.

Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): It really depends on your moods and how much energy you both have. If you’re tired and it’s been a long day, he’s gonna hold you close, wrap his arms around you, and give you the slowest, deepest stroke you’ve ever gotten in your life. Eyes half lidded from exhaustion, fingers wrapped so tight around your curves you’re almost bruising, and a soft desperate whisper about how fucking tight and wet you feel that sends you over the edge and makes you come so hard you can’t stay awake after.

When he’s not tired though? Oh bitch. You better stretch. Because he is giving you thee sloppiest, nastiest, fastest, most flagrant dick. Cosign a loan that will ruin your credit and leave your gas tank empty type dick. “He’s a good man, Savannah” type dick. Barefoot and pregnant and baking him a pie by the end of the week type dick.

He’s going to edge you; it’s inevitable. And he’s gonna be an asshole about it. He’s going to torture you with it; start you off slow, fingering you until his hands are drenched and you’re stuffed full of his fingers, shaking as he thrusts into you, stopping and starting over again right when you start to feel it coming. He won’t take pity on you until you’re begging for him to let you come, until he’s bringing up out of pocket shit you said to him during the week, things he may have let slide too easily at the time because he was waiting for this moment, and making you apologize to him for them before you get to come.

And even then, he’s not done, because he’s gonna tease you. Because you were so ready to talk shit this morning, what’s wrong? Where did the attitude go, baby? If his dick is so trash, he can stop. Since you don’t want it. Isn't that what you said? You know what, you’re right, he should stop—

And when you’re crying, he’ll finally take pity and fuck you rough and desperate, because despite him playing with you, he’s all pent up and all he’s been thinking about all day is riding you until you’re cock-drunk and begging him for more.

So yeah. It depends.

Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): Now who the fuck would Kei be to turn his nose up at a quickie? As busy as he is? As busy as you are? When the volleyball season starts, when you get busy at work, sometimes quickies in the back room of the store or his car (or in the alleyway behind the bar or in Takeda’s office long after school is out and practice is over) or other places he will not mention (mainly because the fact that you got away with it in such public places is amazing to him and he doesn’t want to jinx the two of you) are the only ways you get to see each other. If he had his way though, he’d rather fewer quickies. He likes to take his time with you, and the two of you have almost gotten caught (in a “we’ll be arrested” way, not a sexy way) more than once because one orgasm from you wasn’t enough for him.

Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): He’ll try anything once; most of the kinks the two of you really like were either accidents, or one of you suggested it. You make him want to try things, just to make you happy, and it’s great when you both end up liking it.

He’d also say, ironically enough, when it comes to things like sex in public, that he’s risk averse and he doesn’t want to get caught, which is technically true, but every time you’ve ended up out in public fucking, it was because of him. Because he’s drunk and got jealous of another man bumping into you by accident, because he hasn’t seen you in a few weeks and you just looked too good standing next to the shop counter with your shorts hugging your thighs, because he was angry about a botched play in practice and needed to work off some steam, and no, it cannot wait, he needs you now.

The bad thing is, you just go along with it. One of you has to be the sensible one, and usually it’s him, but he’s too persuasive. Which is why you roll your eyes when he says no, what the fuck, he would never have sex in public, because he is a fucking liar. Did he forget he had you folded over the bar sink not even 10 minutes ago? Did he forget that time he fucked you in the back of the store while customers were there? The nerve.

Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): Remember that he was a volleyball player. And remember that he was a volleyball player when his grandfather was a coach. The mindset of playing overtime and pushing through the pain is his natural state of existence at this point; 10 years and chainsmoking may slow him down, but only a little.

Like with aftercare, it really depends on whether he’s exhausted or not. If he is, he’s still giving you one or two rounds before he has to tap out and sleep. You don’t want to wear him out even more on nights like this, but he insists; he’s convinced that he falls asleep easier and sleeps much better after sex, and based on very unscientific evidence, you think he might be right.

When he’s not tired? It’s game time, baby! He’s definitely wearing you out. Refractory period WHOMST?! He will pull you back down toward his mouth if you try to run away, and he absolutely will wake you up in a few hours after the last round to fuck you silly again. He’s so busy and so tired most of the time, so he’s gonna make sure the two of you have a good time when he’s not!

Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): He doesn’t have them, but he’s very well acquainted with yours. He considers them teammates, not rivals. Whatever gets you off is good with him. Especially if he can use it to torture you when you annoy him later.

Unfair (how much they like to tease): Kei…is so fucking mean. He loves teasing you, borderline torturing you whenever he gets the opportunity. You think you’d learn to not catch an unnecessary attitude with him, or annoy him, because he will get back at you the moment he gets the chance. Dragging you off somewhere to edge you in public and leaving you hanging, sending you audio he recorded of you having sex two nights ago in the middle of the work day…

He’s gonna do anything he can to mess with you, especially since he knows he can get away with a lot based on his reputation, and you have no choice but to try to keep it together. Because the one time you tried to get back at him in front of his friends at a house party, he edged you in one of the bedrooms, left you hanging all night, and made you go to bed like that. You woke up to him eating you out the next morning, then overstimulating you until you couldn’t move.

Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): If you want to see how quickly Kei can blush, just mention near people he knows how loud he gets when you’re sucking his dick, or riding him. It’s not like he’s super loud or anything, but your neighbors have complained, multiple times. You try not to bring your neighbors up with him, because the last time you did, he got very self-conscious and embarrassed, and it takes a lot to get him back out of his head.

Generally, when he’s sober, he’s all soft, low groans, he murmurs choked off ‘fuck’s and ‘just like that’s, and the way he moans in your ear when he’s fucking you from behind and he’s holding you so close and tight you’ll bruise? You’re a fucking mess for him.

And when he’s drunk? Fuck, he does not care. Actually, now that you think about it, all those instances where he got loud enough to wake your neighbors up were when both of you were coming home from the bar and he couldn’t keep his hands off you. You can’t really blame your neighbors for being upset either; it would be one thing if it were just loud moaning and shit, but it’s him saying, entirely too loudly, how fucking tight your pussy is, or how wet you are for him, or how you’re made for him, oh how he’s gonna fucking ruin you, how you’re his messy little slut, and he’s never  gonna let you forget it.

There’s always part of your drunk brain where you know you should tell him to keep it down, but the one time you did, he just fucked you brainless. Bent you over your kitchen counter and fucked you so hard you started crying. Then flipped you over and ate you out until you started screaming.

You know what? Definitely don’t go at him too hard or for too long about how loud he is though. Because he will turn the tables on you. 

Wild Card (Random headcanon): This man talks so much shit, oh my God. People think he’s so gruff and unfriendly and Jesus Christ, you wish that was the truth. This is truly another issue of the Kei you know being someone that none of your or his friends has ever met, because he will say the most out of pocket things you have ever heard in your life, and then smirk at you with that “no one will ever believe you” glint in his eyes. Because he’s right; the two of you will just be bantering and being silly with one another, and suddenly he’ll look at you, and say shit like “That's a lot of attitude coming from someone that didn't even know they could squirt until I put my fingers in there. Humble yourself.” And now you’re standing in the middle of the sidewalk trying to pull yourself together, and he’s hollering at you to keep up or he’s gonna eat all the fucking takeout the two of you went to pick up by himself.

Like with his exhibition kink, you’re astounded that no one has ever overheard some of the nasty things he says to you so casually. And you’re blown at how he can be so downright disgusting with you at random, with strangers around, and yet he can’t kiss you in front of his friends without blushing. A man of mystery, truly.

X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): He’s 7 and 3/4ths inches, and girthy with a subtle curve and one or two nicely placed veins. He has a pretty dick, which almost put you at ease when you saw it for the first time, because it looks average. But when he was actually pulling you down onto him, he was stretching you, and you realized that he’s thicker than you thought, so thick you could feel him in the back of your throat when he managed to get it all in? Listen!! He knew he lulled you into a false sense of security!!! And was gonna make you feel every bit of that dick!!!!!

Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): Pretty damn high. He’s not fucking you when he’s tired because he feels like he has to or he doesn’t want you to be disappointed. He’s doing it because despite his exhaustion he wants you so bad all the fucking time.

Zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): Like with aftercare, it depends on how tired he is. He tries hard to stay awake for your sake, but you understand how hard he works, so he just curls up around you and falls asleep the second he can. He’ll also seek you out if you get into bed after he falls asleep and curl around you. He’s not letting you out of bed in the morning if you have to get up before him either.

If he’s not tired, you’re falling asleep on him, without fail. He misses you so much when you’re not around, so he’s gonna stay awake and soak up all the time you have together, even if you’re not awake.

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.

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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