#keishin Ukai x reader

[satantica]

hello! i absolutely love your texts, you're such a talented writer!! i was wondering if you could make ukai bf texts? i loved the last one from the valentine ones 😭 thank you so much! <3

it’s been a while sooo..

keishin ukai boyfriend texts

[pure-smut]

this can't happen again.

featuring: Coach Ukai x f!reader

contains: age gap, forbidden s*x, public s*x (bar toilet), creampie, degradation, dirty talk

word count: 800

note: all characters are aged up to 18+!

MDNI | 18+ content

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Thinking about a Coach Ukai who coaches the college boys volleyball team on weekends but keeps getting distracted by you, their manager.

The attraction was immediate between you but Ukai, at least, held back. After all, it’s not professional and he’s ten years older than you. So he pretends not to notice your glances or your lingering hand on his arm.

Until he accidentally bumps into you at a bar. You’re tipsy and giggly and goddam your dress is riding up your thighs in a way he has to force his gaze away from. You’re all over him, draped across his arm as you whisper the dirtiest things in his ear.

Ukai really doesn’t want to hear this. Doesn’t want to feel your plush tits pressing against his arm. Doesn’t want to feel the way your finger runs down his chest. It’s only breaking down his self-restraint, brick by brick, until there’s nothing but dust.

You’re in the bar toilet, sitting up on the sink as Ukai pushes your dress up even further. He grabs you by the back of the neck, pressing rough kisses against your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip. You cup the back of his head, pulling him closer to you, sliding your tongue over his.

“Fuck…” he mutters. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

But he knows as soon as his hand slips between your legs and he feels your heat, he’s never turning back.

Ukai tugs your panties to the side and dips his finger between your folds, feeling you slick under his touch. Knowing you’re this wet for him already makes his cock strain against his jeans.

He sucks at your neck as he unbuttons his jeans, pulling himself free and lining up with your dripping hole. He scoops his large hands under your ass, pulling him towards him, angling you so he can fuck you better. His rough manhandling makes you smirk and bite your bottom lip, only getting wetter for him.

“We gotta be quick,” he murmurs against your neck.

“Yes, coach,” you say with a sweet smile, carding your fingers through his blonde hair. Ukai hates how turned on that makes him.

His cock splits your lips, stretching your tight hole as he sinks himself to the hilt in one go. You cry out and he claps a hand across your mouth, silencing you. Ukai starts to fuck you hard and fast, not giving you time to adjust before he’s pounding away at you. You moan into the palm of his hands, your eyes rolling back.

“Fuck, that’s good pussy,” Ukai grunts, feeling you squeeze him so tight he nearly cums on the spot.

You can hear the bass of the music outside the bathroom, the chatter of the crowd. Knowing Ukai’s taking you publicly while talking to you so degradingly makes your pussy drool around him.

“Shit, you’re dripping,” Ukai groans, picking up speed. He looks down at where your bodies are joined, your juices coating his cock. “You like that, baby, don’t you? You like being fucked like a whore?”

You moan a muffled affirmation into his hand, your walls clenching around him at his words. His cock rubs against the bundle of nerves inside you, making you see spots, bringing you to the brink.

“You gonna cum for me, baby? You gonna cum on my cock like a good fucking girl?”

With a stifled moan, your walls clamp down around him as pleasure wracks your body. Ukai fucks you through it, whispering hoarse praises in your ear. He roughly pulls down the neckline of your dress, exposing your tits. Ukai enjoys watching them bounce under the force of his thrusts for a moment before he latches his mouth around your nipple. You gasp and tangle your fingers in his hair as his teeth graze you.

You’re even better than he imagined. You feel so fucking good, so hot and tight. You look like such a perfect little slut, your dress around your waist, your legs spread for him in a public bathroom. He’s not going to last much longer.

“You’re gonna carry my cum around in you all night,” he tells you. “Understand me?”

He takes his hand away from your mouth for you to answer.

“Y-yes, coach,” is all you manage to say, your voice coming out in a breathy moan.

Your words take him to the edge as he comes undone inside you. You feel him fill you, shooting ropes of thick cum deep in your pussy, his iron-like grip on your ass holding you in place. As soon as he withdraws, he pulls your panties back into place, keeping it inside you.

Ukai breathes hard, resting his forehead on your shoulder as you press soft kisses to his temple.

“This can’t happen again,” he tells you but you both know that’s a lie.

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[shaisuki]

they're old but not that old. what is it when they're only a few years older than you but they still feel the years creeping up on them. they don't worry about that though when there's a soft, plump, young girl taking their cock like a champ.

"what's this?" he mused to himself while he watches you desperately matches the thrust of his hips. "can't get enough of this old man's cock? you're a young, pretty little thing but look at you..." chuckling to himself when you're pleading for him to bring you release. your sweet cunt clenching to him. "atta girl, impatient girls like you don't get to cum."

they like the tears gathering in your lashes when they deny you of release. it only spurs them more as you take their thick cock into your wet pussy.

"please...—make me cum" there's a hiccup followed by a sob as the tears starts to roll into your cheeks. rolling your hips to feel the veins in his cock to your spasming wall. desperate and confused why they won't let you cum. how could you understand what they're saying when your attention is how their cock stretched inside you and their bulbous tip is hitting your sensitive spot making you gush over their length.

“daddy, please” whining and begging to grant you of pleasure. “i'm a good girl, aren't i daddy? please make me cum. give me your babies”

that made their cock throb even more. twitches at how you beg to stuff you full of their cum. shit. they won't last long while you're so adorable in pleading.

“of course, baby. you're a good girl.” they praises you. holding your round cheeks in their huge palm while speeding up their thrusts. your body involuntarily jiggling and leaves you drooling in the corners of your mouth. too dumb and cock drunk to think anything than their cocks filling you up.

with a bruising kiss in your lips and a violent jerk of their hips. hot and creamy spurts of their cum fills you to the brim. painting your insides white and you're seeing white from the euphoria that you were given off. thick thighs trembling while their cum drips and runs to your inner thighs.

“geez, such a needy whore. i guess you need more of this cock, huh?”

“yes, daddy.”

TOJI, KISHIBE, ROMERO, KEISHIN, AIZAWA

[sweetfushi]

heyy! I just saw the post where jjk react to their s/o sleeping with a pillow/ hugging it. It was so cute😭😭 could you do one with the haikyuu charachaters? If not then please ignore however I must say it was really nice since i too sleep while hugging a pillow lol

THEIR REACTION TO LEARNING THAT YOU ALWAYS SLEEP HUGGING A PILLOW

fluff | kiyoomi sakusa, keishin ukai, atsumu miya, osamu miya x reader, established relationships.

KIYOOMI SAKUSA.

Sakusa feels the tension roll off his shoulders the moment he arrives home, hanging his cap and jacket up before washing his hands and face. He instantly knows that you're asleep when you don't run up to him the second he unlocks the front door, but he doesn't mind - it's likely that you were waiting for him anyway. So when he opened the door to your bedroom and saw you curled up, a pillow hugged tightly in your arms (where he usually is), he's slightly speechless. He's never known you to be one to sleep with a pillow, though it's likely because you always sleep with him in your arms. "I'm home, sweetie," he whispers as he presses a kiss to your cheek, inhaling your scent. You stir at the contact but are subconsciously aware that it's your husband. Sakusa huffs fondly at the way your cheek is squished against your own pillow and the way your fingers curl into the one you're hugging. "What do I sleep on now?” he murmurs to himself, amused. He’s teasing, of course, because he’s more than happy as he lays into bed beside you and drifts off to sleep at the sound of your soft breathing and flushed cheeks.

KEISHIN UKAI.

Ukai can tell you’re on the verge of falling asleep, too comfortable in your position to get up and greet him. Your right leg is hooked along his pillow, your cheek squished into the plush material as you murmur a welcome home. Ukai snorts lightly and ruffles your hair, bending down to kiss your forehead. “And you say you ain’t cute,” he smiles, watching you frown sleepily and drowsily push his face away. He doesn’t relent, instead presses another fat kiss to your cheek, making you smack him with the pillow. “Hey now, you’re armed and I’m not, this isn’t fair!” He protests, snatching the pillow away from your aggressive hands. You whine in the absence of it, hearing him chuckle and grab the magazine you had tossed on the coffee table. He returns the pillow to you before pulling your head into his lap and runs his fingers through your hair, his other hand flicking through the magazine as you nuzzle into him. “Sorry for disturbing ya,” he whispers. There’s something so endearing about him seeing you in such a relaxed state, so willing to lean into his embrace and accept his teasing.

ATSUMU MIYA.

Atsumu had left for a brief moment to get a blanket for the two of you as you watch a movie, humming to himself as he hauls it into his arms and heads back into the living room. “Ya’ want somethin’ to eat while I’m–,” he pauses once he sees your soft breathing and shut eyes, the pillow you were leaning into now in your arms as you slept. Atsumu inhales deeply, eyes sparkling at the sight of you. You’d think he was an inexperienced man who was pining over his highschool crush, though that wasn’t too far from the truth. He almost moves in slow motion as he pulls the blanket over your body, hearing you mumble something under your breath as you curl into the warmth of the cover. “God help me,” he murmurs, caressing your cheek and pushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “How did I get so lucky?” Before he accidentally wakes you up, he sits down on the other side of the couch, eyes glancing over at you as he pulls the bowl of popcorn back into his lap. Atsumu drowns out the sound of the movie to listen to your soft sounds instead, smiling when he hears you mumble his name in your sleep. “‘M right here, sweets.”

OSAMU MIYA.

Osamu catches sight of you in the doorway: hair dishevelled, his shirt much too big for you, your arms hugging a pillow. It’s obvious that you were sleeping, though he wasn’t sure why you had woken up. You yawn as you stumble over to the couch and toss yourself into its warmth, your head landing in his lap. Osamu chuckles, a deep rumble in his chest. “You could’a stayed in bed,” he whispers, left hand smoothing over your hair while the other flipped the page of his book. His reading glasses slightly distort his vision when looking at you, but it’s enough to notice how adamant you are to find warmth by embracing the pillow - and a small part of him wishes that was him instead. Osamu knows if he moves now, he’ll wake you up, and he doesn’t want that, despite his tea getting cold. Instead, he puts his book down, slides his glasses off and lets himself ease into the couch with his head leaning on the back of it. His eyes are already heavy with sleep, but he remains conscious enough to feel you replace the pillow with his hand, your cheek pressing against the cold of his rings and the warmth of his skin.

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[tsukkisdinocollection]

After what seemed like hours of convincing, he’s convinced by his friend to attend a performance in one of the theaters in Tokyo. He doesn’t know how he got himself into this mess, honestly – letting his bouncing friend drag him to the theater and having to shut him up. But he doesn’t regret it, because once he sees you onstage, he feels time stop. It's like he's fallen in love for the first time.

He could’ve sworn you made eye contact with him. It makes his heart flutter.

When the performance is finished, you bow down as different flowers are thrown onto the stage. He finds himself immediately going on his phone, searching for your name – he plans to binge watch all your works as soon as he gets home.

Unfortunately, his friend notices, and he’ll never live it down.

Daichi Sawamura, Tobio Kageyama, Kei Tsukishima, Keishin Ukai, Kenma Kozume, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kentaro Kyotani, Keiji Akaashi, Osamu Miya, Rintaro Suna, Wakatoshi Ushijima

[corvusphilia]

★ HOW THEY ACT WHEN THEY HAVE A CRUSH (KARASUNO EDITION)

୨ৎ featuring: daichi sawamura, koshi sugawara, asahi azumane, yuu nishinoya, ryunosuke tanaka, tobio kageyama, shoyo hinata, kei tsukishima, tadashi yamaguchi, keishin ukai

୨ৎ notes: first post!! rq are open guys send shit IN (omg haikyuu blog in 2024!!???). also yes i plan on writing crush headcanons for the other teams as well :>

also worth mentioning this is NOT timeskip and reader is implied to be around the same age as the characters (so highschool for most and adult for ukai)

i was gonna write for the girls as well but ive been writing this for the past 4 days and im tired 😭

★ DAICHI SAWAMURA ?!

He genuinely thinks acting like he's your dad or something is a good way of flirting. Sugawara teases him about it constantly. "Do you want to ask them out on a date or to sign adoption papers?"

And I don't mean it only in the cute way. He will scold you if you forget your jacket or something. But the words quickly catch in his throat when he gives you his and you put it on for the first time. Maybe you should keep forgetting yours, actually. For no reason. No reason at all.

Will bring extra food in case you're still hungry by the end of recess. Even makes mental notes about your favorites. This guy is a GENTLEMAN.

While he does reprimand you, it's nothing like he does to his team or his friends. In fact, he seems to calm down whenever you come into the picture. Nishinoya and Tanaka absolutely take advantage of it.

Suga might be the vice-captain, but the team treats you like the second in command. Doesn't matter if you're not part of the team or even a manager. You're now the second parent by correlation.

Speaking of which, Sugawara and Asahi absolutely play wingmen. Suga will come off a bit too strongly, talking about how Daichi is such a catch and you two would make such a cute couple, while Asahi sounds like he's doing a job interview in Daichi's name, listing all his positive qualities and whatnot. Their hearts are in the right place, at least.

He doesn't hesitate much before asking you out. He doesn't want to risk ruining your friendship, but he doesn't want to live with the regret of what could have been if he gave it a shot, either.

The sun was lazily setting in the horizon, painting the sky pleasant hues of orange and pink. It wasn't unusual for Daichi to walk you home — he insisted on it whenever he had the time, even he meant he would only get to his house past nightfall —, but he was weidly quiet. He smiled calmly when you questioned him on it, giving you a look and a sigh.

He came to a stop, standing in front of you. He took a deep breath before reaching into his bag, grabbing what looked like a note and holding it in both hands before stretching it towards you and bowing politely. His grasp was slightly shaky.

"I've been meaning to ask you this for a while..." He started, his voice soft, keeping his gaze on the ground. Maybe he was just being overly polite, or maybe he was a bit too scared to look you in the eyes. "You make me... incredibly happy, Y/N. I would like to do the same for you. If you'll let me, that is." He finally glanced up, looking at you through his eyelashes and his posture still low, his eyes filled equally with nervousness and hope. "I don't want to leave any doubts, so... I'll just go ahead and say it. Will you be mine?"

★ KOSHI SUGAWARA ?!

This guy is so whipped, it's not even funny. He doesn't even officially ask you out because he makes it so obvious he likes you. Like, c'mon, EVERYONE can tell he wants to marry you already.

The type to run up to you just to give you something he grabbed or bought because it made him think of you. Which happens very often, because he thinks of you all the time.

Very affectionate. Holds your hand whenever you two walk somewhere and hugs you as a greeting and as goodbye. Might even slip in a kiss on your cheek if he's feeling a little silly.

And god forbid some poor bastard mentions your name in a five mile radius of him. This motherfucker will take any chance he can get to yap about how amazing you are and how much he adores you and—

SO supportive. Genuinely, he thinks you're so talented in everything you do. If you have a specific thing you're passionate about, be ready for him to be bragging to everybody about it. More proud of your accomplishments than his own.

Straight up introduces you to people as his significant other after some time. What? He never asked to be your boyfriend? Well, it's not like you were gonna say no anyway, so...

"Y/N!" The cold winter air causes little wisps of smoke to form from his mouth as he runs over to you through the courtyard, an infectious smile on his face. He stops right in front of you, resting his hands on his knees for just a few seconds to catch his breath before holding out a bouquet in your direction. Roses, baby's breath, and cornflowers.

His smile grows even more when you grab it, a snicker escaping him at the slightly flushed look on your face. "So pretty, right? I saw it and thought of you, so obviously I had to get it." He explains, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Don't look at the price tag, I forgot to take it off." He adds.

He waves a hand dismissively at your 'thank you'. "Don't mention it. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't get you something nice every now and then?" He mentions casually, and lets out a thoughtful hum when you mention that you two are, in fact, not officially dating.

"I guess I did never outright say it, huh? That's my mistake." For some reason, he doesn't sound bothered or reluctant at all. Instead, he grabs your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Well, no reason to waste even more time. Come on, let me take you on our first official date."

★ ASAHI AZUMANE ?!

He doesn't flirt, let's get that out of the way. His idea of hitting on you is looking at you from a distance while praying you have more balls than him and will take initiative.

If you don't really know each other much, he's scared you'll be put off by his appearance and size. If you do, he's scared you think he's too much of a coward and have no interest.

His insecurities play a huge role in his reluctance. He thinks you're so pretty, and smart, and talented, and he's... well, himself. It's almost difficult to tell if he likes you or not, because while he is polite whenever you interact, he acts that way with everyone (who takes the time to actually speak with him, that is), and he actually seems to avoid you whenever possible, too.

Gets desperate enough he asks everyone in the team for advice. Daichi just says to "Be yourself", to which Suga gives him a side eye with a "Yeah, I don't think that'll work" comment, and the two start arguing rather than actually helping the poor guy out.

Nishinoya and Tanaka are... less than helpful, as you might imagine. Kageyama and Hinata don't know the first thing about dating, and he wasn't about to ask Tsukishima, either. Surprisingly (or not), the good advice came from Yagamuchi and Kiyoko.

It basically summed up to the fact that he needs to make his move before someone else does. Nothing too dramatic, but enough to let you know he's serious about it. At the end of the day, they had a 5 steps plan written out.

He had everything set to go, even went as far as to memorize a script he practiced in front of the mirror a few times this morning. However, when he finally stood in front of you, the sun of the afternoon hitting your features just right, his mind went blank.

"Huh..." He was slightly hunched over, absentmindedly fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. He quickly cleared his throat, seemingly remembering he couldn't just stand there looking at you like a creep, and reached inside his bag to pull out a small, heart-shaped chocolate box. He took a deep, shaky breath.

"I-I, huh... I need to tell you something..." He starts nervously, his brown eyes finally meeting yours, filled with fear and sincerity. "I... I've liked you for a while now, and..." That is not the script he planned out. "You're always on my mind. W-when I'm with you, everything just feels right. I don't really know how to say this, I'm probably making a fool out of myself, but... I like you. A lot."

★ YUU NISHINOYA ?!

This fucking guy has no shame whatsoever. Quite literally asked you to go out with him before he even told you his name. I firmly believe he's a love-at-first-sight kind of dude.

Now, how things progress depends highly on your reaction. If you're a bit shy, he thinks it's the cutest thing ever, but he will take it down a notch to not make you uncomfortable. Will still flirt, don't get me wrong, but a bit more lowkey. If you just accept or — god forbid — flirt back, he shortcuts. A hot person?? Likes HIM??? WHAT.

Like, all of his previous bravado is out the window if you accept. He flirts with a few people, sure, but he never actually expects to go anywhere. It's just kind of a fact that he's going to get turned down. So when things actually go right he doesn't know what to do anymore.

It doesn't last too long, though. After he takes a few minutes for his mind to process what just happened, he's bouncing off the walls.

SO protective. We've seen it with Kiyoko. Anytime a guy looks at you for just a little too long he's growling and foaming at the mouth. Better keep him from biting anyone's ankles.

"Wow, you're SUPER pretty!" The boy stated enthusiastically, stars in his eyes as he stares at you intently, seemingly trying to commit every detail to memory. You've seen him around, usually near the gym, but it looks like this is the first time he has seen you.

He takes a step closer, determination written all over his face. "Will you go out with me?" He asks a bit loudly and suddenly. When your face flushes, he takes a small step back, chuckling. "Ah— I'm Yuu Nishinoya, by the way! Probably should've said that first."

He nods happily when you introduce yourself as well, his eagerness returning to the surface. "Well, you didn't really answer me, so I'll ask again — wanna go out with me?" He repeats, half cocky half sheepish. However, his entire face falls when you give a positive response.

His eyes are wide and he just stares at you, mouth slightly agape. When you question if he's feeling well, his ears flush red as he seems to have find his voice again. "A-ARE YOU SERIOUS!? You said yes!? Wha— am I dreaming? I'm dreaming, aren't I!?" Despite the disbelief in his voice, he's smiling — a huge, excited, thankful smile. He's not leaving your side anytime soon.

★ RYUNOSUKE TANAKA ?!

Since I already covered love at first sight with Noya and we've already seen how he's like with Kiyoko, I'm going down a different route: friends to lovers. Also because this specific trope with him makes me SICK /pos.

He's a friendly guy when you get to know him and past his badboy persona, so he has many friends I feel like. He initially treats you like he does the others, being his usual weird ass self we all know and love.

But one time he sees you laugh at one of his shenanigans and he just pauses. Oh. Oh. This is not good.

Have you always been so pretty? I mean, he already knew you were, but this is another level. Now you're like, angelic. Ethereal, even. What just happened.

Immediately runs to Noya because he doesn't know what to do or even think. He just sees you as a friend, right? A close friend. A hot, funny, amazing, kissable friend. Yeah, that doesn't sound right even to him when he says it outloud.

Doesn't take long for him to come to terms with it honestly and the entire team has to hold him back from proposing to you the next time he sees you.

He waits by the classroom's door, an uncharacteristically nervous look in his eyes. He sucks in a sharp breath when the bell rings and you stand from your desk, slinging your bag over your shoulder while making your way to the exit. "Y/N." He calls out to gain your attention, and his face immediately flushes when you look at him.

Your eyes are so beautiful it's unfair. He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding in. "Will you ma—" He pauses, looking at something right behind you. You look back to see Nishinoya half-hiding behind a wall, shaking his head 'No' quickly. Tanaka clears his throat and you look back at him. "... I-I mean, will you... Go out with me? Maybe? Please?"

He sounds almost pleading and a little unsure. He stutters an explanation when he notices your taken aback expression. "I know this came outta nowhere and I know we're like, best buds or whatever, but... God, I really wanna kiss you." His face goes bright red when he realizes what he just said and he starts rambling another flustered excuse. How cute.

★ TOBIO KAGEYAMA ?!

A little like Asahi, he just kind of stares at you from a distance and hope you get the hint. Totally unware of the fact he has a major resting bitch face and is looking at you so aggressively it looks like he's thinking about beating your ass after school or something.

Completely oblivious to the fact he likes you. He's never liked anyone before. His entire life has always been volleyball this and volleyball that — he doesn't know the first thing about crushes.

Surprisingly thoughtful, though. The type to get you your favorite drink from the vending machine when he goes to grab his milk box. He doesn't even think much about it, it's just so natural to him.

Also very perceptive. He comes off as an airhead most of the time, but when it comes to volleyball, he's incredibly observant. Now he's the same way with you as well. Always knows what you're feeling before you have to say anything or if you need something.

And that's how everyone else realizes he likes you and tell him about it (because again, he genuinely could not tell that his feelings are romantic on his own. How can someone be so smart and so dumb at the same time).

He's in denial for a good while, but the more he thinks about it, the more sense it makes. Some teammates try to give him advice (because they don't trust him at all to do this by himself), but in the end he ignores all of it and just says what feels right at the time.

"I swear, you'd be helpless without me." He grumbles, dragging you away from the confrontation, his hand firmly but not tightly wrapped around your wrist. Karasuno had a game against another school, and one of the guys from said school apparently thought you were really cute. So much so he was trying everything to get your contact information before Tobio stepped in.

Just thinking about the situation pisses him off. He scoffs, squeezing your wrist slightly, but there's something more than just frustration on his face. Doubt, perhaps? He looks back at you, eyebrows furrowed. "You weren't really thinking about giving him your number, were you?" He asks, his voice almost too soft before it rises in tone again.

"I mean, he's average looking at best, and a shit player, and... And I'm better!" He blurted, cheeks flushing slightly. He averts his gaze, his thumb grazing over your knuckles. "So... Just give me your number, dumbass."

★ SHOYO HINATA ?!

I need to mention, he looks like he's so easy to fall in love with. Like he's so kind and considerate and with a high emotional intelligence. Very much boyfriend material I wish more people would see him like that instead of an uwu baby yk.

Anyway, back on track. I feel like he'd fluctuate between shy and bold a lot. Like, if you flirt or give hints that you might like him back, he's blushing and kicking his feet and shit, but it is very much not uncommon for him to take initiative.

Especially after matches. The adrenaline is still pumping in his veins and he barely even registers that maybe he's being a bit forward.

If you don't know him really well it's a bit difficult to tell that he has feelings because he's just. so nice. to everyone. But if you do, it's hard to miss the tenderness in his eyes everytime he looks at you.

Insists you come to his games. It's simple math in his head: the two things he loves the most (aside from, yknow, his mom and sister and all that) are volleyball and you, so if he can just mix them together, he'll be the happiest guy in the planet.

It was a tough game — Karasuno barely managed to win right during the last set. The winning point was, of course, scored by Shoyo. The crowd was cheering, his teammates screaming loudly and gathering around him, but in the middle of the ruckus, his eyes are fixated on a single someone.

He dodged Nishinoya and Tanaka and, to the team's confusion, ran towards the stands. It wasn't until everyone say you simultaneously running in his direction that they understood what was going on. Shoyo practically pounced on you, wrapping his arms around your torso tightly and doing his best to lift you and give you a little spin, almost knocking both of you to the ground in his attempt.

His smile was bright enough to outshine the sun. He pulled away just a little so he could look you in the eyes, the two of you still intertwined. "Thank you so much for being here!" He exclaimed, like his success was solely due to you — to your presence. The look in his eyes was a little different as he leaned in slightly before hesitating. Daichi called him over so they could formally bid farewell to the other team, and he gave you a final squeeze before reluctantly pulling away. "Wait for me, okay? I'll walk you home today!"

★ KEI TSUKISHIMA ?!

This fucking guy is so in denial. No, I'm serious, he'd rather eat glass than admit that he likes somebody. He's always seen relationships and especially crushes as a waste of time and energy, things he couldn't be bothered to spare.

So he's extra mean when he realizes he likes you. Is it an attempt to push you away? Kind of. Is it because he genuinely kind of hates you for the way you make him feel? A little. Is it because he's secretly an awkward motherfucker that doesn't know a thing about how to be romantic? Mostly.

News flash: it doesn't work, independently of your reaction. If you just ignore him and don't give him a reaction, he's frustrated but grows to respect you even more for dealing with his sassy ass with that much grace. If you get sad, he feels genuinely bad for the first time in his life. If you get angry, turns out you look really damn cute when pissed off and that's not helping his case either. If you sass him back, he might just get on one knee.

So he just... gives up. He still teases and pokes fun at you, obviously, but now it doesn't sound as mean. If anything, it's friendly banter. He can't deny that he enjoys having you around.

It raised some eyebrows when Tsukishima told everyone he was leaving practice early because he was helping you study. Hinata and Kageyama had to practically get on their knees and beg him to tutor them, and even then, he always looked so annoyed doing it. With you, he almost had a little smile on his face. Almost.

He snapped his fingers in front of your face a few times. "Hey, idiot, pay attention." He scolded, pointing back to the open book in front of you. "I'm not explaining it a second time." He added, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms, his long legs stretched out in front of him.

He can't help the small grin that forms on his face when you whine about his 'mean' treatment. "You haven't seen me being mean yet, pipsqueak." He teased, looking down at you through his glasses. He exhales through his nose in an almost-laugh, his voice dropping just barely over a whisper, a tenderness in his tone you're not really familiar with. "You're lucky I kinda like you."

★ TADASHI YAMAGUCHI ?!

Dude is SO flustered around you, like, constantly. Like can-barely-get-a-sentence-out typa shit. Kei has to verbally smack him and tell him to fucking get it together — he's not gonna win you over by being a wuss (or maybe he will, who knows what you're into).

But that's mostly during the honeymoon stage. After the butterflies in his stomach start to go away, they're replaced by a deep sense of comfort whenever he's around you.

Takeda said that Tadashi would have the least trouble out of everyone when it came to dating and he was RIGHT. This guy is such a sweetie. Always saving you a seat and sharing his lunch with you and just watching out for you in general. He's so considerate :(

You make him not so insecure anymore and that's all he could have asked for. Whenever he messes up or just acts like a dork, he feels his heart drop thinking that he messes up any chance he might have had with you, but when you just smile and reassure him he falls in love all over again.

Tadashi has been profusely apologizing to you for the past fifteen minutes now, no matter how many times you tried to insist that it's fine. He was practicing his serves and you were unfortunate enough to get a ball right to the back of the head, and he rushed you to the nurse's office immediately despite you saying it didn't hurt that much.

"I'm so sorry, I promise it was an accident!" He said for what must have been the third time. There wasn't much that the nurse could do aside from giving you headache medicine and telling you to lie down for a while, and he decided to miss practice so he could stay with you while you rested.

"Does it hurt?" He questioned, his eyes soft and full of worry, and his shoulders tensed a little at your answer of 'kinda'. He grabbed your hand, idly playing with your fingers, either to calm you or himself down. "... I want to make it up to you somehow." He stated gently, not daring to look at you. "... I'll walk you home and buy you a snack from the convenience store, okay? You can ask for whatever you want, no matter the price." He paused, then added with a sheepish smile, "Well... Maybe the price matters a little bit."

★ KEISHIN UKAI ?!

Listen. He definitely looks like he has rizz. Does he actually? No. Absolutely not. Like, he has so much negative rizz it does a full spin and actually works out. Absolute man failure.

Deadass the kind to do that yawn and arm around your shoulder thing and think he's nailing it. Like, dude you're not THAT old, c'mon now.

Fluctuates between being a gentleman and just being a scrub a lot. Will open the car door and pull a chair for you only to light up a cigarette and not notice the smoke is going straight in your direction until you start coughing.

He does try, though. Definitely makes an effort to take you on a nice date whenever his money allows it (and sometimes when it doesn't). He's had flings before, sure, but you're special and he doesn't want to mess it up like he always does.

You barely heard the doorbell ringing with the sound of the rain hitting your roof. When you opened it, Keishin stood there, absolutely drenched in a dress shirt and an undone tie around his neck, water dripping down from his hair to his face as he holds out a bouquet in your direction. He sighs deeply.

"I wanted to surprise you, but my car broke down halfway here and then this fuckin' rain hit." He explained, rubbing the back of his neck. You told him to come inside and grabbed him a towel, and he started to dry his hair before sitting on the couch when he was sure he wasn't dripping water all over the place anymore.

He glanced at you, a somewhat guilty look on his face. "... Sorry I messed it up. I wanted to do something nice for once, but..." He trailed off. You sat next to him, a hand on his shoulder as you reassured him it was okay. When you suggested watching a movie since he was already here anyway, he perked up, almost like an invisible tail started wagging behind him. "Really?" He questioned, a bit baffled before trying to hold back a smile as he relaxed next to you, reaching an arm around your shoulders. "... That doesn't sound half bad, doll face."

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[nikkento-writes]

Thinking about being Coach Ukai's new faculty advisor while Takeda is on paternity leave. One night, after practice and after all the students have cleaned up and left, he asks you stay behind so he can show you some special "advisor duties." You're not sure what that entails at first, but as he goes on and on about how stressed he is and how he hasn't managed to find a good method to relax every night after practice, you offer a simple solution.

That's how you end up laid out on one of the stretching mats, completely naked with Ukai's face smushed between your legs, his mouth pressed to your throbbing clit, tongue slurping and lapping up your arousal. He strokes his hard cock in one hand, the other reaching up to play with one of your nipples, pinching it between his fingers. You can tell he's at his limit, so you pull on his blond hair to direct his attention to your face. "Do you feel relieved yet? Or do you need something more?" You smile at him, glancing at his cock, hoping he understands what you're implying.

He swallows thickly, nervous but clearly excited. "You'll let me?"

"It's what a good advisor does, right?" You sit up, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss, guiding him down to the mat so you can straddle him. "Let me take care of you, Keishin."

"Fuck," he moans, shivering at the use of his first name. "Fuck me. Please. Please."

You ride him slowly, grinding your hips on his lap, playing with his tousled hair in one hand, caressing the empty piercing in his ear with the other. "Bet you look really sexy with your earrings in. Can you show me next time?"

He shudders, drooling from one side of his mouth, completely fucked-out. "Anything you want. I'll do whatever you want, Sensei."

~~~

The next morning, the squeak of shoes and the jiggle of the door knob startle the two of you awake. "It's locked! I guess Coach isn't here yet." Hinata's voice is as lively as ever.

Ennoshita chimes in. "Hold on. I've got the spare key."

"We're in here!" Ukai jolts up, quickly putting on his clothes. "Just wait!"

"We?" Hinata questions, confused.

He looks at you, panicked. "Yes! Sensei is in here with me. She...we're..."

"We're planning our next practice match with Nekoma," you finish, trying to remain calm as you slide your skirt up your legs, sticky with Ukai's multiple creampies from last night.

"Wow!" Hinata's excitement is evident even through the wall. "Sensei is already doing a good job!"

Ukai pauses to kiss you quietly on the lips, grabbing a handful of your ass before responding. "Yes. She's doing a great job."

[shoothingstarlie]

OIKAWA, keishin ukai, TANAKA, kuroo, nishinoya, bokuto, atsumu, tendou.

[l1tw1ck]

Getting Jealous

bottom!ftm!yandere Keishin Ukai x top!masc Reader

☆ Word Count: 800 ☆

pretend it's still february....💀

↳ [Event Request] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Semi Public Sex, Coach-Player Relationship, Cunnilingus, Overstimulation, Creampie

It was a typical Valentine's Day at Karasuno, gifts were being handed out and confessions were being made. Keishin would get a chocolate or two but you? Since you're on the volleyball team, you'd get an entire locker full.

Keishin would open it in between classes and throw everything out, not wanting you to receive gifts from anyone but him. Maybe it's a bit much for your own coach to be obsessed with you, but you don't really mind. You love him anyway.

He thought it'd be over after school but he forgot about the girls who would invade the gym during practice and cheer the team on. It wouldn't have been a problem, other than it being a nuisance and a distraction, if it weren't for the ones who specifically went after you.

They'd offer water from their own water bottles or suggest helping to wipe sweat off your forehead. That earned them a fiery glare from the coach but they pressed on and you rejected them each time.

Regardless, it didn't help him ease his jealousy and he was furious by the end of practice. No one went near him in fear of being yelled at. He ended practice early and sent you a text to stay in the locker room.

You look up from your seat, greeted with a pouting Keishin. "You've been mad all day." You stand up and pull him close to you.

"Can you blame me?" He frowns.

"You know I don't like any of those people, right? I prefer a mature, older man." You kiss his jaw. "You're hotter than all of them combined. You're mine, Keishin. All mine." You unzip his tracksuit and pull it off.

Keishin grins smugly as you strip him down. That's right, he's yours.

You sit him down on the bench and spread his legs. You kneel down and bury your head in between them, lapping at his wetness before properly eating him out.

He's the only one who gets to feel your tongue in between their legs.

"Yes- more~" Keishin moans, holding onto your head.

The only one who gets to feel your hands gripping their thighs.

Keishin rolls his hips into your face, not hiding his pleasure at all. He throws his head back and moans your name. "Like that—" He lets out a loud cry, one that makes you wonder if anyone heard it.

He comes on your tongue while breathing heavily, body shaking as he comes down from his high.

You pull away, freeing your boner from its confines before bringing your boyfriend into the air, his arms and legs wrapping around you.

No one else gets to feel your strong hands on their body like Keishin does.

You slowly slide him down onto your length. "You always feel so good, Keishin." You kiss his cheek. He moans in response, hearing you say that always makes him melt, no matter how many times you say it.

You raise him up before forcing him down on your length, fucking him roughly. Keishin throws his head back and moans unabashedly. He cries out your name as you speed up, bucking your hips up into him. Not a thought crosses his mind as you fuck him. It feels too good for him to even utter a proper word. It doesn't help much that he already came earlier, he feels so sensitive it's clear he won't be able to last any longer. He loves being overstimulated so he doesn't say anything to you, enjoying the overwhelmingly good feeling coursing through his veins.

No one else gets to be fucked stupid on your cock like Keishin.

Keishin rolls his eyes back, babbling something before his orgasm comes crashing down. He manages to say, “Ke- keep- ah~! Yes~!” as your thrusts become more brutal. You start to use him like a cock sleeve, just the way he likes it. Drool spills down his chin as you fuck into his overly sensitive cunt, the pleasure too good for him to make you stop. Not that the idea of stopping you crossed his mind anyway.

You fuck into him like you’ll never see him again, pounding into him with more aggression than normal. Your way of assuring him that he's the only one for you. You dig your nails into his skin, marking his soft body. “I love you, Keishin-” You groan, reaching your peak. He cries out happily, he’s unable to speak properly thanks to being overstimulated but you already know his response. Your thrusts become slower but remain hard as you bring yourself to your completion.

Your movements eventually come to a stop, your cock buried deep inside Keishin as you flood his walls with your spend.

Neither of you are ready to stop just yet though. Especially not Keishin.

[accioscarheadthings]

↳ 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗢𝗳𝗳- 𝗞𝗲𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝗨𝗸𝗮𝗶 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

summary - ukai gets a morning off and he's demanding on spending it in bed with you

warnings - 18+ minors DNI, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, soft sex, praise kink, overstimulation

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ukai was particularly needy this morning, clinging to your form and refused to let go. the early morning sun poured through the creme white curtains, casting a low shadow over both of you.

today ukai had his day off. no work at his convenience store. no coaching duty to attend to. no obligations to serve.

so now you laid in bed at his mercy, while he intertwined his fingers with yours and held your hands above your head. his kisses littered over your face and neck, tongue prodding out to soothe the burn of his teeth.

he had slotted his body between yours, occasionally grinding into your pussy. your thick walls sucked him in, creaming around his thick cock and throbbing with need.

"look so pretty for me like this," he pinched your nipple, gaining a whimper.

just then, his phone on the bedside table rang loudly, interrupting your moment.

"tsk. ignore it," he grumbled, his mouth at your throat, "we're busy," he dragged his tongue over a bruise that he has sucked on your skin.

"but it's your phone," i turned to glance at the table.

his hand cupped my chin, turning your focus back to him. he pressed his lips on yours, kissing you hard, hands raking through your hair lovingly, "i don't care,"

eventually, the phone stopped ringing and his eyebrows relaxed as he focused more on you. his hips rutted into yours, mouth agape against yours.

"too sore, ukai," you babbled, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths, "s'too big- fuck-"

"one more, baby," he moaned against your ear, pressing his open mouth against your cheek, "one more, c'mon- m'fuck-"

he could feel you clench around him as u spasmed, coming all over his cock as he came deep in you. you wrapped your legs around his hips, locking him in. this movement created a new angle, as he bottomed out in one motion.

resting his body on yours, ukai stilled for several moments, "feel so good like this," he praised, his calloused palm gently cupping my breast and closing his mouth around it. he buried his cock deep in you, thrusting slow but deep and deliberate.

you arched your body when he pulled back and blew cool air on your nipple, groping the other.

"hngg, you're still so tight," ukai groaned, circling his hips, "ah- i'm gonna come again,"

you felt his cock jerk in you, the mixture of your release now spilling down your thighs. his orgasm triggered your own as you came all over him, "keishin- i can't- s'too much," you whimpered, lips parted.

ukai pressed his open mouth against yours, "i'm coming-ah-ah-fuck" with a final thrust, he spilled his load into you, thick ropes of cum shooting into your pussy.

there was just so much cum that you could feel it squelch filthily as he rode you out of your orgasms.

you cried out in pain when he slowly pulled out, the pain from being stretched out making your pussy throb. his cum dribbling out of you.

"shh, shh," he stuffed two of his fingers into your abused pussy, causing me to sigh in relief. the pain from being stretched out was soothed slightly.

"that's it. good girl-i got you, hon," he laid beside you, propping himself with one elbow. he trailed wet kisses down the column of your neck, "none of this is going to waste," he slowly finger-fucked the mixed cum back as he bit your earlobe.

[lizzy06]

Ukai Keishin x Reader Fic Recs!!(Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad)

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Assumptions ✨by MrsTanaka (oneshot, soulmate au) Soulmate AU in which the name of your soulmate is tattooed on your wrist.[COMPLETED]

Your Shoujo Prince by queensbury ✨✨💖 A collection of unrelated Ukai x reader stories. [COMPLETED]

Smoke Stop ft. Keishin Ukai ✨✨by cloudnine_1 (oneshot, enemies to friends to lovers, angst,hurt/comfort) You were a hard working marketing manager working in the Miyagi prefecture. But one day while rushing again to work, you happened to bump into a blond haired man at a smoke stop who may have annoyed the hell out of you for no reason, and he seemed to think the same. Just wait until he realizes that your grandfather is the coach of Nekoma High’s Volleyball team-.[COMPLETED]

Something More✨ by melremade (friends to lovers, angst with happy ending, hurt/comfort, smut)In the ten years that you’d known Ukai, how could you never have noticed the way he looked at you?[COMPLETED]

A prevailing Love✨ by @liillyliilly (oneshot, childhood friends to lovers, fluff, humor, idiots in love, love confessions)a memory from childhood- getting locked in the bathroom. the life he's living now still carries themes from his teenagerhood.[COMPLETED]

The Way To A Woman's Heart Is Through Her Stomach✨  by  theacevampire (oneshot, enemies to lovers, fluff, humor, implied smut)I always thought the blonde cashier at the Sakanoshita Market was cute. Until he opened his mouth.[COMPLETED]

Unexpected Connection by Teapots_and_Teacups (oneshot, fluff)You're a divorced mother to 8 year old Takeru. You find an romantic connection with Ukai Kenshin thanks to a chance meeting at a mixer. You didn't know that technically he already knew your younger brother Tooru.[COMPLETED]

seek the light✨ by sanktaallina (oneshot, friends to lovers, fluff, smut)ack home after losing your job, you wander into a convenience store not realizing you would see a familiar face.[COMPLETED]

Is There Anyone Out There? by FearTheDerpyCone (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff)Soulmate AU with Ukai where whatever you write on your own skin shows up on your soulmate's skin as well.[COMPLETED]

Fly (Keishin Ukai)✨ by KarasunoParkingLot (fluff, hurt/comfort, amnesia, mutual pinning)They said she would be the best player in the world. Four years on and she had not touched a Volleyball since. However, what happens when she finally decides to turn her life around and becomes the assistant coach for her younger brothers volleyball team? [COMPLETED]

I Still Love You by @awearywritersworld (angst)Your younger cousin Hinata is desperate for someone to fill in as Karasuno’s volleyball coach until Takeda is able to find a more permanent solution. You oblige, eventually meeting the man who accepts the job, your ex, Ukai Keishin.[COMPLETED]

Second Chances✨ ✨by applescentedcandle (smut, fluff)It was supposed to be a one-night stand with a man you had nothing to do with, in a town you only visited once in a blue moon. You were a lawyer in Tokyo, he owned a shop in Miyagi. You were never supposed to see each other again.[COMPLETED]

The Upside of Change ✨by melremade (oneshot, friends to lovers, fluff, hurt/comfort)You had been Ukai’s best friend for so long that he never saw it coming—the realization that he was in love with you. And now that he knew, how could things ever be the same?[COMPLETED]

Piss Off Your Parents ✨ by @lostinthewiind (series, fluff, eventual smut)freshly turned 18, you want to prove to your parents that you aren't a child for them to push around anymore. First, get a job at the local corner store. Second, use the store owner's 26-year-old son with piercings and a cigarette addiction to piss your parents off. Third, accidentally fall in love.[COMPLETED]

petty game of cards by @ushiko (oneshot, ) Just keishin getting his ass whooped by his girlfriend in speed. [COMPLETED]

Five by glassandroses(oneshot, fluff, humor)You and Keshin have always had a strange, flirty banter when you come to his shop every Sunday. It only escalates when he refuses to let you pay for your tea, so you did what you do best…You played a little game.[COMPLETED]

[severelystrangewriter]

Drunk Confessions (Flufftober 2023 Day 14)

Pairing: keishin ukai x female reader

WC: 678

Warnings: nudity (nothing explicit they shower together), mdni

Summary: you take care of your drunk boyfriend after a night out

Note: ukai is a big ole softie in this so ooc i guess? idc i love him

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was late at night on a Saturday and you were finishing grading your students’ quizzes when your front doorbell rang, startling you. You carefully padded to the door, not expecting company, and you checked the peephole before furrowing your brows. You opened the door to reveal your boyfriend Keishin Ukai standing there with a lazy grin on his face.

“Did you forget your key again?” You asked, letting him into your shared home. He had gone out with his friends for a drink, and judging by his somewhat clumsy gait, he might’ve drank a bit too much.

When you got the door closed, he wrapped your arms around your middle, bringing you to his chest.

“I wanna cuddle,” He declared.

“Let me finish grading these last few papers and I’m all yours,” You replied, causing him to huff.

“But I missed you,” Ukai pouted at you.

You giggled, “You saw me a few hours ago.”

“I always miss you,” He buried his nose into your hair and inhaled deeply, “You smell so good.”

“Well you need a shower,” You pointed out, wrinkling your nose at the smell of sweat and alcohol.

“Yeah, yeah,” He let go of you and took hold of your hand, “Join me?”

You knew you probably weren’t going to get that grading done tonight, not when he was looking at you with the most prettiest pout. He would probably keep pestering until you said yes.

“Well I guess someone has to make sure you don’t drown,” You agreed with a teasing smile.

And so you led your boyfriend to the bathroom where you quickly got the shower started, finding a comfortable temperature that you both liked. He undressed himself and got in, and you followed suit. You had already taken a shower so you focused solely on getting Ukai cleaned up. You helped him wash his hair, massaging his scalp the way he liked and he left featherlight caresses to your skin as you worked.

It wasn’t sexual, and you didn’t feel an ounce of embarrassment as he gazed at you so lovingly, like you had hung the stars themselves. 

“Did you have fun?” You asked as you took a soapy washcloth and ran it over his chest.

He sighed at the feeling and nodded his head.

“I wish you could’ve come,” He said, and you cracked a smile. He was always so open and soft with you when he got like this. It was endearing.

“I’ll go next time,” You promised.

“Promise?”

“Pinky promise,” You held out your pinky to him, and he quickly circled his own around it. He then brought your hand closer to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

After he rinsed and dried off, you two made your way to the bedroom. He slipped under the cover and patted the space next to him as an invitation to join, which you did so happily.

A comfortable silence fell over you both and for a moment you thought he had already fallen asleep. It wouldn’t shock you, he’s been working hard balancing his time between you, work, and both volleyball team practices. It must be exhausting. 

“I can’t wait to marry you,” Ukai mumbled suddenly as he snuggled into you, causing you to blink in surprise.

“You want to marry me?” You repeated curiously. You had been dating for a bit, but this is the first time he’s even introduced the idea of marriage to you.

“Mhm,” He nodded and pressed a sleepy kiss to your neck, “My pretty little wife.”

Your heart fluttered at the confession. Even though he was drunk, you couldn’t help but feel like he meant it.

“And when we have kids, you’re gonna be the best mom.”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach at that. He wanted a family with you too? Before you could let your imagination run wild, your gaze softened as quiet snores finally fell from his lips, signaling he was asleep.

“I can’t wait to marry you too, Keishin,” You whispered back.

And you meant it.

[hoesoflamentation]

𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞 | 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 (𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲)

SUMMARY !! can the new girl in town play volleyball as well as the karasuno neighborhood volleyball association? coach ukai keishin doesn't seem to think so... but you're out to prove otherwise. what begins with your victory on the court, ends with him on top of you after a drink.

WARNINGS !! implied sexism, playboy!keishin, rivals-to-lovers, (legal) drinking, unprotected casual s3x, fingering/handjob, penetrative s3x, strong language, praise/degradation, use of 'c*msl*t,' marking/biting, he spits in your mouth

A/N !! howdy friends! just popping by to say that this fic isn't meant to condone or recommend unprotected s3x! irl, you should always use a barrier, especially if you don't know your partner's sti status... but in smut, a little danger can be fun >:)

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 (𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈)

Jogging onto the community court, you reached out to tap the tall blonde on the shoulder. “Hey, got room for one more?”

He flashed you a smirk over his shoulder.

“That depends if you’re any good,” he quipped.

You narrowed your eyes but were unaffected. In athletic circles, you were used to being viewed with suspicion.

Before you could say anything, a lanky brunette sidled up beside the blonde and clapped him fondly on the shoulder.

“Why so serious, Keishin?” the chestnut-haired man teased with a grin. “It’s only a pick-up match!”

The blonde, Keishin, replied through gritted teeth, “I’m just trying to make sure she can keep up.”

Keishin shrugged off his friend’s grip and stalked away to the rest of his encircled teammates. You let out an indignant scoff.

The brunette laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “Hey, don’t mind him. He’s just a little…”

You raised your eyebrows. “Rude?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “I was going to say ‘competitive.’” The brunette reached out to shake your hand. “My name’s Mori Yukinari. And you?”

“I’m Y/N.”

“Good to meet you. You ever play before?”

You nodded in assent.

“What position?”

“Libero,” you replied without missing a beat.

“Nice! I’m a middle blocker.” Yukinari jabbed a thumb in Keishin’s direction. “And Keishin over there is the best setter we’ve got.”

You smirked. “Good to know he’s done something to earn that ego of his.”

Yukinari laughed, looking uncomfortable. But before either of you could say anything else, Keishin called over his shoulder, “You both coming or what?”

“We better get going,” Yukinari said sheepishly. “Keishin doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

Of course he doesn’t, you thought, shooting Keishin your best dagger eyes.

. . .

The score was 10-10, match point. It was Keishin’s serve when you rotated back into the game, replacing Yukinari.

Yukinari patted you on the back as he subbed out. “You got this, Y/N!”

You smiled and nodded, grateful for the encouragement. Leaving your half-guzzled water bottle forgotten courtside, you took your place in the back row, relaxing into the familiar stance.

As Keishin’s eyes scanned your side of the net, you swore you saw him crack a smirk as his gaze lingered on you for a moment too long. You furrowed your brow, refusing to let his amber irises throw you off your game.

Frowning, Keishin tossed the ball and slammed it across the net. His serve was unassuming but accurate, the same as it’s been all game; despite his extended efforts, Keishin showed no signs of tiring…

But then again, neither did you. As one of your teammates – a dark-haired man with glasses – closed in to receive, the ball hit his thumb at the wrong angle.

His call of “my bad!” sounded so faraway, it may as well have been underwater. You’d already locked eyes on your target, watching as the ball rocketed across the net off-kilter.

The other team’s wing spiker leapt to take advantage of the botched hit, but you saw him coming. You pivoted to the left, predicting the arc of his spike before the player’s palm even made contact.

In a split second, you dove. The ball hit your hand exactly how you anticipated it would. You smiled in relief as your team’s setter closed in on the saved pass. Fast as lightning, the setter tossed the ball to the middle blocker, who smacked it across the court in an unexpected attack.

Keishin’s face fell as the ball hits his side of the court, just inside the line. As you picked yourself up and dusted yourself off, Yukinari ran over and ruffled your hair affectionately.

“Hey, great work out there, champ! Mind if I get your number so we can play again sometime?”

You nodded, accepting his proffered cell phone to type in your number. But your fingers punched the buttons on autopilot, because you were only looking at Keishin.

. . .

You and Keishin were the last two players left on the court.

You’d already bid Yukinari and the rest of the Volleyball Association goodbye, only staying behind to pack up your bag and change your shoes for the walk home. Meanwhile, you had overheard Keishin mutter something about staying behind to practice his serve.

Quickly, you gathered that he had no intention of doing so. Instead, Keishin approached you, his broad build looming overhead as you slipped into your favorite pair of sneakers.

“You’ve been playing a long time.” Keishin phrased it as a statement, rather than a question.

“Since middle school.” You sprung to your feet, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “Much like you, I imagine.”

Keishin merely grunted, avoiding your gaze. He spoke so quietly, you weren’t sure you heard him correctly: “I’m sorry I underestimated you.”

You smirked. “I wouldn’t be a libero if I wasn’t used to being underestimated.”

“Can I buy you a drink?” he spilled out.

Keishin’s words took you by surprise, but the even bigger surprise was that they weren’t at all unwelcome.

“Loser buys,” you answered coyly, already making your way off the court.

. . .

Keishin used his keychain to open the glass bottle, then slid you the beer across the counter.

Your eyes scan the convenience shop aisles, cluttered with half-unpacked boxes. “You know, when you said you wanted to buy me a drink, this wasn’t what I had in mind.”

Keishin smirked. “And when I showed up to scrimmage today, you weren’t what I had in mind.”

You raised your beer as if to say ‘touché,’ then took a hearty sip. The hoppy taste coated your tongue, hitting all the right spots on the way down.

“Does it run in the family, then?” Keishin asked, nursing his own bottle. “Your love of volleyball?”

“What makes you think I love volleyball?”

Keishin rolled his eyes. “A coach can always tell.”

“You coach?” You cocked an eyebrow. “Not for the girls’ team, I hope?”

Keishin glared at you across the countertop. “For the Karasuno boys’ team.”

“Impressive. I heard they’re on a fast track to nationals this year.” You took another sip. “Did you play for Karasuno, too?”

“I did.” Keishin took a drink. “But you didn’t.”

You tipped your head questioningly. “And how would you know that?”

Keishin smirked. “Because I would’ve remembered if the girls’ team had had a player who looked like you.”

You tried to convince yourself it was the alcohol flushing your cheeks.

“You’d better be talking about my form,” you joked with feigned indignance.

Coolly, Keishin gulped down the last of his beer, then chucked the empty bottle into a cardboard box beneath the cash register.

After a moment of silence, he met your gaze head-on and deadpanned, “I wasn’t.”

You held his amber stare for so long, it felt like time itself stood still. Scrambling for a volleyball was one thing, but it had been a long time since anyone left you scrambling for words like this.

Surely this can’t be happening, you thought. Surely a guy who looked like that – tall, blonde, athletic – couldn’t be hurting for a piece of ass… unless, of course, he had already burned all of his bridges in this small town. Maybe that’s why he was so eager to get his hands on someone new.

You knew you shouldn’t fall for his charming little act. You knew you should grab your keys, walk out that door, and go home like nothing had happened. But you were too dumbfounded to leave; too enchanted by his brash but earnest nature and his stupid bleached man-bun to do anything but watch as Keishin flipped the “Open” sign to “Closed.”

Keishin trapped you between his muscular forearms and leaned in, until you could taste the tobacco and malt on his breath.

“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop,” he murmured.

Your chest quivered with shallow breaths. The seconds stretched on like the last mile of a marathon.

“Please, god, don’t stop,” you exhaled, closing the distance between your lips.

You threw your arms around Keishin’s neck. He kissed like he played volleyball, anticipating your every move and somehow finding a way to surprise you anyways.

Keishin’s arms wrapped around the small of your back. You gasped as he lowered you onto the countertop, sweeping a pile of merchandise onto the floor with a single swipe of his arm. He slipped a knee between your legs to part them, and you arched eagerly into his kiss, feeling yourself become slick with yearning.

Keishin lifted up the hem of your shirt to leave marks on your stomach, growling with impatience. “I need you, now.”

Keishin rose to his knees to strip off his own shirt as you unbuckled his belt. You freed his cock and ran your hand along his impressive shaft with reverence; stroked the soft tufts of dark hair at its base; massaged his balls until you could feel his thighs shake.

“Enough.” Keishin bit down on your shoulder, pinning your hands overhead. “It’s my turn.”

Keishin yanked off your athletic skort and your panties, deftly curling two fingers inside of your aching cavity. He nipped lightly at your neck as you clung to him desperately, burying your face in his collarbone.

“K-Keishin!”

“That’s right, baby,” Keishin chuckled darkly, tipping your chin up so you were forced to meet his eyes. “Say my name.”

“Keishin, that’s-” you gasped obediently.

Before you could finish your sentence, he hooked your thigh around his forearm. Without pausing to undress either of you completely, he slid his rock-hard length into the crevice between your legs.

“A-ah!” you gasped, unprepared for the intimate way his bare cock caressed your walls.

You weren’t inexperienced at sex by any means, but this was the first time you had been so careless with a man; so desperate to have him, now, that you didn’t even pause to ponder the question of protection.

Fucking him this closely, without anything between you, felt dangerous; felt forbidden. You had always assumed that unprotected sex would make you too anxious to enjoy yourself, but you had assumed wrongly. Instead, the taboo only made this moment feel freer, leaving you uninhibited to reach your climax faster than you ever had with any other one-night stand.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” Keishin teased in a syrupy tone. “You gonna make a mess all over this fucking cock?”

You nodded, eyes full of tears. You were so close to the edge that you could hardly speak.

“Hold still,” Keishin groaned, nails digging into your thighs as he tightened his grip on your body. “Hold still and take it, you little cumslut.”

You gasped, desperate tears rolling down your cheeks as he rammed his dick deeper into your sensitive cunt. Without ceasing the gyration of his hips, Keishin closed his hand around your neck with a firm, warning grip.

“Open,” he ordered, brushing your bottom lip with his thumb. You obliged.

Keishin spit. You expected to hate it, but it only made you want him more. He smiled at the sight of you, messy and ruined, beneath him and leaned in to kiss you again.

Attached to you at the lips, he pounded into your deepest-hidden spots until your toes curled, your entire body writhing beneath him.

[fizziedoodle]

dating keishin ukai pt.2

[13a07s]

My Home

(Keishin Ukai Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Honeyutopia]

Requested by: Nada

Word Count: 3,659

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Name Calling: Toots, Baby, Tootsie Roll, Bitch, Shit, Babe

Teasing Threats of Violence

Smacking

Hair Pulling

Blow Job

Head Pushing

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     The sound of shoes against the wooden stairs tips me off to Keishin's return. My eyes occasionally glance at our bedroom door, my focus on listening to him move around the apartment instead of the TV show I'm watching. His keys jingle as he hangs them by the door, his voice soft as he grumbles to himself. "Toots?"

     "In here!" I call, turning my focus back to the TV. My hands go back to focusing too, slowly continuing to crochet the blanket I've been working on. The box tucked into the corner of our closet is full. This last blanket will push it to overflowing. I'll have to ask Keishin to bring the box to the shelter when I'm done with this project.

The door squeaks as he pushes it up, my pretty boy leaning in the frame, his hands clinging to the top of it, and his arms stretched out as he leans forward. "There's my Toots. Let me show you my Roll."

"Pervert," I giggle, sparing him a glance and a head shake. "I'm not going to let you flash me."

"Aw, why not?" I can hear the grin in his voice almost as well as I can hear his footsteps across the room. "You know I love it when you stroke my, uh, ego." As I expected, Keishin's face is drenched in a smile even with his eyes drowning in exhaustion.

He kicks off his shoes, the sound of them and his bag hitting the floor promising another thing on my to-do list tomorrow. Keishin crawls into the bed, stretching out diagonally so his feet hang off but his head can rest in my lap, arms snug around my waist.

     My arms and project fall still underneath him, the ball of yarn and my crochet hook probably stabbing into his torso. "Rough day?" I murmur, tugging my hands out from under him. They settle on his back, gently massaging as my eyes trail over his t-shirt. They float across the white material like a boat in a foamy sea, enjoying the bright cloth and the way it hangs on his body. No longer an athlete but still the loose build of one. What a wonderful situation I get to enjoy.

"Not rough, just long. A bit stressful too," he answers, the words coming out jumbled because of his face buried in my lap. Keishin steadily starts to relax under my touch, the knots in his muscles starting to become more evident. "The farm was just a blur, then the store, and ya. Then the boys are all worked up about their practice match this weekend and I don't know. Hoping for the best, preparing for the worst, you know?"

"I know, Baby," I coo, focusing my attention on his shoulders. My thumbs dig into his muscles, starting the slow but needed job of working out his sores.

"I think I have a plan though."

"Oh, ya?"

     "Ya," Keishin sighs, rolling his shoulders to adjust to the new feel of them. "We're going to use Tsukishima - the tall one with glasses - as a sort of director, I guess."

     "How is he going to be a director?" I half listen to his explanation, cozying into the rhythm of his voice and the feel of my hands soaking in his body heat. Occasionally, I nod my head, hum, or throw out an "oh ya?"

     "But anyway, that's my plan. I don't know how well it's going to work, let alone how to explain it to the kids."

     "Do you want to practice?" I ask, my focus falling away from his back. Instead, I mess with the small silver hoops dangling from his ear, rotating them through his piercings. "If I can understand what you're trying to say I'm sure the boys will get it too."

"Really?" He mutters, lifting his head to peer up at me.

"Ya, Baby." My hand slides away from his ear, falling to rest against his face, my thumb rubbing his cheek.

     A soft smile settles on his lips, his head tipping to press into my hand some more. "You're the best, Toots."

     "Don't tell the others," I tease, leaning down to be closer to his face. "You'll dry up my street cred and then I'll have to beat you to get it back."

"Oh, I know. But I so love it when you beat me," Keishin teases right back, closing the gap between us with a kiss.

"Pervert," I grumble when we pull apart, rolling my eyes at him.

"You love it."

"Oh, do I?"

"Yes," he drags out the word, a mischievous smile crawling on his face. "You love it so much," he adds, gripping my waist tighter.

"Kei, what are you doing?" He doesn't answer me, softly chuckling instead. His hands loosen their hold, sliding down before sliding back up again, this time under my shirt. "Keishin? What are you doing?" I repeat, squirming to try and escape his hold. I already know it's too late, and so does he.

Keishin grabs me again, yanking me down so I'm lying on the bed instead of propped up against the headboard. I jerk around in his hold, trying to get free before I'm trapped underneath him. He eagerly fights back, quickly overpowering me and sandwiching me between himself and the mattress. "What now, Tootsie Roll? Hmm? Can't get free, can you?"

"I'm going to beat your behind when I get free, Keishin!" I declare, trying to push him off of me. He barely moves from my effort.

     "Oh, ya, Toots. You're doing such a good job at it. Maybe I should make it a little more difficult."

     "What does that mean? Baby, what are you scheming - "

     My questions are cut off by Keishin's fingertips dancing over my sides, my nerves spiraling and twirling in response. My body jerks from the sensation, giggles being ripped from my lungs as I try to escape his touch. "Oh, oh, oh. Someone isn't a big mouth off anymore is she?" He teases, plopping kisses against me anywhere he can. "What happened to that bad little bitch that was threatening me? Who was oh so worried about her street cred?"

     "She's still going to beat your ass!" I manage to push out despite my laughter. The mix of rough fingers toying with my sides and gentle lips against my body make for a weird but comfortable mix. It makes for a perfect example of how love-struck and wild Keishin is for me.

Soon, his fingers stop attacking me, wrapping around me instead. "God, Toots," he whispers, wrapping his arms tighter and pulling me close against him. Our bodies mold together, my back slightly arched from Keishin's attempt to pull me closer. His head buries into my neck, nuzzling against my throat as he takes slow and deep inhales. "You always smell good. Like my heaven. Like my home."

I giggle again, this time soft and gentle instead of the high-pitched, rapid laughs from my tickle attack. "Gosh, someone must have had a rough day if he's being all soft and gushy."

     "Do I have to have a long day to be 'soft and gushy' with my Toots?"

     "Yes."

     "Fuck you," Keishin barks around a mouthful of chuckles. One of his hands jumps up, balling up a fistful of hair and yanking my head to the side. "Do you not like me all soft, Tootsie Roll?"

     "I do," I mutter, drowning my eyes in the sight of my cocky husband. "Especially since you're only soft for me, you cocky little shit."

     "I'm the cocky shit? Says the lady that says I'm only soft for her, which is completely false by the way, Toots. My Roll is always hard for you." My hand swings up, smacking him upside the head. "Damn," Keishin chuckles, leaving his head dipped down to brush kisses against the front of my throat. "Guess I'm not getting any action tonight."

     "You got action this morning. Twice. Bed and shower. Besides, you have a play or strategy or whatever to practice going over."

Keishin knocks his head against my chest once, twice, three times before lifting it to face me again. "You're right, as always." His sentence is punctuated with a soft kiss on my lips. A sigh follows our kiss, my husband rolling off of me and letting me breathe freely again.

I situate myself, sitting up against the headboard again, as he leans over the bed to snatch his bag from the ground. Keishin straightens himself once he has his stuff, sitting crisscrossed in front of me. I watch curiously as he digs through his bag, pulling out a whiteboard and such. I know coaches do the whole whiteboard team meeting thing in movies but for some reason, I never thought it was something people did.

"The magnets are numbered with the boys' jerseys," he starts explaining, twenty or so magnets littering the bedspread alongside a pile of dry-erase markers. Keishin's forehead wrinkles as he focuses intensely on the board, doodling whatever it is he's drawing. "It's a practice match against Date Tech. Last year they caused us some trouble but our Ace - that's the top spiker by the way," he cuts himself off, looking up at me as he explains the terminology. "Did pretty good at getting through their defense, but Asuma graduated."

"Don't you have a new Ace though?"

"Ya, Tanaka. He's a good spiker and a good Ace too, but he can get a little hot-headed. Doesn't always think before he acts, especially when he's worked up. Ennoshita does pretty good at keeping him in line, most of the time anyway."

     "Well, that's good at least."

     Keishin hums in agreement, laying the whiteboard down between us. An outline of a volleyball court decorates the board in thin and thick lines. His eyes jump around the bed, glancing through the magnets before he lays them down. "The black ones are my boys, they're the ones numbered, and the white ones are the opposing team, okay?"

     "Okay."

"The good thing about Date Tech is two of their blockers from last year are still on the team so I have an idea of what we're working with. The bad thing is two of their blockers from last year are still on the team so they also have an idea of what to do," Keishin rambles, placing the magnets onto the board and moving them around how he wants them.

"Sounds like a rock and a hard place."

"Ya," he chuckles, the sound coming out stressed instead of happy. "I'm not that worried about our offense though. Hinata - the one you call an excited yorkie - has gotten better at adapting his spikes so that'll have to be a more in-the-moment plan."

     "That's good, Baby," I murmur, watching as he nervously clicks the pieces around the board, not a hundred percent certain of any of his placements.

     Keishin falls quiet for a few moments, messing with the magnets until he's soothed his worries. The board is propped up, aimed at me so I can see it better. "Alright, so, our defense sucks. Not as bad as last year but still not the best."

     "Got it," I murmur, nodding in agreement even though I wouldn't know that without Keishin telling me.

      "A lot of it falls on Tsukishima, a lot on Nishanoya too, but mostly Tsukishima in the front row." He taps on the piece labeled eight.

     "Hinata," number seven is tapped on as he keeps explaining the situation to me. "Is the worst on defense. Mostly because he can't receive for the life of him, but he just doesn't have the experience, so, per usual, when he gets to the back row, after he serves," Keishin rotates the pieces in a circle until number seven is in the middle of the back row. "I'll swap Hinata and Nishanoya out." Number seven is pushed out of the box and replaced by an orange magnet labeled four.

     "That makes sense," I tell him, nodding in agreement again. The situation does make sense, but number four being orange confused me a bit. Oh well, I guess. The colors of the magnets don't matter.

"For the first match at least, probably more, Tsukishima will be calling the blocking plays." Again, number eight is tapped on. "He has an eye for that sort of stuff and I'm hoping he'll help the others pick up on what he sees, you know? Give them an idea of what to look out for so they know how to react. Does that sound stupid?"

"It doesn't sound stupid, Baby."

"Okay," he whispers, mostly speaking to himself. "Anyway, so that's pretty much the plan. Having Tsukishima control the blocking until we get a feel and or until the other boys can figure it out for themselves. It's going to be a lot on him," Keishin mutters, laying the board back down between us.

     His eyebrows are pressed together, his forehead wrinkled from the act. All Keishin is made out of is nicotine, spite, and stress. Usually, I'm worried about his stress, but at the moment I find it more cute than worrisome. I adore how much he loves his players and how set he always is on giving them the best chance to win and improve.

     "I don't want to put too much pressure on the kid. He just picks up on these things the quickest so, it's the best to have everything set how he needs to test his theories and whatever, right?"

     "Right. Besides, worst case it doesn't work out and you fall back on what you know."

     "Ya, I guess so. I don't want to do that though. It'll leave us scrambling, you know?... I don't know. I don't want to stress Tsukishima out or put him under pressure but I just... I don't know." Keishin sighs, his hands dragging down his face. "I don't know what to do, Toots."

     "Oh, baby," I coo, leaning across the bed to wrap my arms around him. A hand settles over his shoulders, the other knotting into his hair, running through the locks he let loose on his drive home. "What have I told you about thinking things over?"

     "Once isn't enough, ten times is too many. Find my happy medium," he mutters, turning his head to brush kisses against my wrist.

"And how many times have you thought this issue over?"

"Ten... twenty... forty times, maybe. I don't want the first practice match of the season to be a bust, you know? That's terrible momentum to run on."

"I know, Baby, but the more you mull it over, the more holes you poke in your thoughts. Just talk to Tsukishima, okay? See how the kid feels about it. If he feels like he can handle it, go with your plan. If not, wing it. After all, my crows have always been good at adapting quickly."

Keishin arches forward, melting our bodies together again. His arms find their place around my waist, keeping me flesh against him. "My sweet Tootsie Roll," he murmurs, his head finding its place on my shoulder, nose pressed against my neck as close as possible. Same routine and position since the start of our relationship. "Always the perfect mix of sweet and tart when I need it. Always my home." He inhales the scent of my perfume and shampoo again, taking his time like always to savor the smell.

     I give him a little while, letting him drown himself in me, letting him calm his nervous down from his emotional escalation, letting him restart and re-stab his thoughts. "Alright," I finally murmur, moving in his arms. "Enough welling," I tell Keishin, pushing him off of me before pushing him onto his back.

He softly smiles at me, his hands rubbing my arms as I situate myself on top of him. "I can't help it, Toots. You know I worry about everything," Keishin whispers, adjusting himself to lay more comfortably on the mattress.

I hum a melody as I lean downward, laying my chest against his as I nuzzle my nose against his neck. "Maybe a little distraction will help?" I whisper, brushing light kisses against his skin.

"What kind of distraction are you thinking about?" Keishin mutters, his hands finding their way to cup my ass.

"I'm not too sure yet," I answer, making my way down his neck. I slowly trail further, curving over his shoulder and down his chest. His shirt is stained with my path, my lipstick standing out on the white t-shirt. "Maybe," I start, nuzzling the hem of his shirt with my nose as my hands busy themselves undoing his pants. "You just need some under-the-desk support."

"Damn, Toots. You know I'll never turn down an offer like that," Keishin grumbles, his hands sliding up to rest higher the more I inch down. My tongue slides over his skin, the tip teasingly poking under the band of his boxers. A groan ouches in the room from Keishin, his hands sliding over my back and between my shoulder blades before styling in my hair. “Toots. The teasing, Babe.”

“What about it?” I whisper, the peach fuzz of his happy trail tickling my lips. “I thought this is what you wanted. After all, you came in asking to use your dick,” I tease, my fingertips sliding against the plaid material of his boxers before settling on the imprint of his dick. I take hold of him, stroking his trapped erection as my tongue continues to trail back and forth under the elastic band.

Keishin’s fingers knot in my hair, holding it back from my face. His chest is raspy with his heavy breathing, growls, and grumbles mixed with the sound of his lungs. “Toots, come on. The teasing isn’t cool.” He yanks on my hair, forcing my head back and my eyes up. “Knock off the teasing. Either suck my dick or get on your knees so I can paint your tits.”

I roll my eyes at him, a smile hanging on my lips as I soak in the frustration on his face. “Fine, no more teasing.” His hold loosens on my hair but doesn’t let me go. Keishin’s deep brown eyes stay locked on me, watching as I inch his boxers down enough for his dick to escape.

My tongue wraps around his base, starting the collection of drool that’ll slide down and wet his balls. I tease the base for a tongue lashing or two before starting the slow slide up his length, mentally counting my way.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

“Baby, come on,” he hisses, his knuckles popping from gripping my hair so tight. My scalp stings from my roots being pulled on but I can’t seem to care much. I adore teasing Keishin to the point of desperation.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

My tongue slides over the tip of his dick, the taste of his pre-cum coating my taste buds. My hand wraps around him, slowly stroking the base as I twirl around and tease the head. Keishin is already squirming, his hips jerking and penis twitching. “Damn it, Toots. Knock off the teasing. Baby, you’re killing me,” he grumbles on repeat, his teeth clenched as he hisses at me.

“You’ll be okay,” I murmur, finally allowing part of him to slide between my lips.

Keishin’s tip settled in my mouth, a loud “Fuck” spilling out of him. I can’t help the prideful smile trying to curl the corners of my mouth. I puff my cheeks out, my tongue trailing the veins of his cock as I suck on him. “Jesus, Baby, come on,” he huffs, flexing his fingers before returning his death grip to my hair.

It’s driving him crazy. The teasing. The slow pace. The minimal attention. The restraint not to shove my head down and force his dick further in. Maybe I should be nice and give him a bit of what he wants.

I keep my movements slow as I slide down, his cock inching further and further. His tip taps the back of my throat, brewing a couch in my lungs. I don’t let it stop me though, continuing to slide down as my throat flexes to try and resolve the need to cough. “Fuck!” Keishin yelps, shoving my head down.

My lungs and throat scream with the need to cough up the block, a jumble of gagging and spit leaking from the corners of my lips. Keishin’s cum spilling over and dripping down my throat doesn’t help the situation. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Toots. I didn’t mean to,” he rambles, dropping his hold away from my head to toy with the ends of my hair.

I jerk my head up, back to sucking on the tip of his dick to encourage his cum to keep spilling down my throat. Apologizes ring from Keishin on repeat, his focus on trying to gently push me off himself and check on me instead of his dick twitching in my mouth.

When he finally dries up with nothing left to tant my tongue in salt, I pull off of him. My lungs scream with the feel of easy and fresh air coating them. “I’m sorry, Toots,” Keishin repeats, his hand cupping my face while his thumb brushing against my cheek. “I know you don’t like when I push your head. It won’t happen again.”

“It’s alright,” I whisper, trying to steady my breathing. My hand jumps to my neck, massaging it as I lean into his touch.

“No it’s not, Toots,” he softly says, tugging me to sit in his lap again. His hand joins mine against my neck, helping to rub away the soreness of it. “You’ve told me before you don’t like me pushing your head and I did it anyway. You’re my home, Baby. That’s not how a man takes care of his home.”

[corvusphilia]

★ SKIN PRESSED AGAINST ME TIGHT

୨ৎ featuring: keishin ukai x afab! reader smut

୨ৎ notes: im afraid i need him bad

not proofread!!

He wanted your first time to be special. He's had so many meaningless flings before because he was horny and stupid when younger, he doesn't want the same to happen to you as well. You're special to him, so he wanted to do things right for once. So much so he looked like kind of a dweeb during your first date, only allowing himself to kiss you when you leaned in first. It's not like he didn't want to kiss you — because god only knows how long he had been fantasizing about those soft lips of yours — but he was actually terrified of messing up the one good thing he had going on.

So when, during your third date at his place as you two were making out on the couch, he felt your hands traveling from his shoulders to his chest until they reached the hem of his pants, he almost thought about pulling away. It was obvious what you wanted. And fuck if he didn't want it as well. But he was still reluctant — what if everything goes wrong after this?

He didn't dare stop you, though. Not when you took off his shirt, not when you straddled his lap, and definitely not when you started taking your own clothes off as well. For once, the lust clouding his judgment didn't seem like such a bad thing anymore. And the way you would squirm and gasp softly when he ran his large hands over your exposed skin — god fucking dammit, he couldn't hold back anymore. Especially when you seemed just as eager.

He pushed you back against the cushions, running two fingers over your clothed core, and couldn't help the soft groan that escaped his throat when he felt how wet you were. He leaned down, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck as his hand now reached inside your underwear, the tips of his fingers barely grazing your clit. "Eager little thing, ain't ya?" He murmured against your skin, as if he wasn't hard as a fucking rock right now.

His fingers started rubbing slow circles against your clit. Painfully slow. It's like he was aiming at teasing rather than pleasuring, and that theory only got confirmed when he chuckled as you whined for him to speed up. He just kissed your neck in response to your pleas, pushing your underwear to the side rather than actually taking it off before removing his hand. He grabbed the base of his cock, stroking it a few times before sliding it up and down your slit, his head collecting your juices and never actually pushing inside as he continued to pepper kisses from your jawline to your collarbone.

He nipped at your neck when you squirmed in frustration. "Shh... Let me enjoy this for a bit, yeah?" He whispered, running his free hand up from your waist to your breast before giving it a light squeeze. He pulled away a few seconds after, one hand holding the armrest for stability while the other lined up his cock with your entrance. He looked into your eyes as he slowly pushed in, his head parting your folds and bullying its way into your tight heat.

"Fuck..." He groaned, his head falling forward as he felt your walls squeeze his shaft. "God, you feel so fuckin' good," He moaned out and, after waiting to make sure you got used to his size, he started to move, pulling out almost entirely before pushing back in. He kept the pace slow, sensual even, one of his hands resting on your waist as his thumb rubbed gentle circles on your hip. He alternated between keeping his eyes closed to fully enjoy the feeling of you wrapped tight around him and keeping them open to watch your face contort in pleasure. Fuck, you looked so beautiful like that.

He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours, his thrusts never faultering. "Tell me if you want me to change something. Wanna make this good for you, too." He whispered, but when he buried himself just a bit deeper and felt the way your thighs started to shiver, he knew you were enjoying it. He wrapped an arm behind your lower back and the other snaking up to tangle in your hair, pulling your body flush against his. "You look so fuckin' sexy, doll... 'M so lucky." He mumbled, speeding up just a tiny bit.

His groans turned into shameless moans, strong arms still holding you tight against him like he wanted to feel every inch of your skin against his. "You're gonna be mine, right? Wanna be the only one to touch you like this." He sighed against your neck, and you could feel it in the way he was holding you, kissing you, fucking you, that he meant every word of it.

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