#coach ukai x reader

[shimonerin]

"Tell Me Why I Married You Again?"

Content: Half of the school ships the teacher and the coach, not knowing they're married

Tags: use of "ma'am/mrs." to the reader, fluff, bickering, old married couple vibes

Word Count: 848

The sound of fists smacking hard against the ball and the high-pitched squeak of the boys’ sneakers can be heard even before you could enter the gym. It’s 3 pm and, as usual, there was an ongoing session of volleyball training. Interhigh Preliminaries are near but that doesn’t mean you’re going to let this slide.

Pushing open the sliding doors, the warm air of, well, sweat filled the enclosure. One of the reasons you don’t like going here. 

“Hinata, nice spike! Keep it up!” Ukai’s loud, booming voice echoed throughout the gym. As expected, he didn’t really notice your presence, despite standing near the doorway. God, he is such an idiot sometimes.

“Hey, Keishin.” Your voice, low yet firm, seemed to catch the attention of everyone. Not exactly how you wanted this to happen.

Ukai seemed startled at your presence, his eyes widening and his mouth agape “Hey! Uh, (Y/N)? What are you doing here?”

With your hands on your hips, he knew exactly why you’re here. He just didn’t want to make a fool of himself. 

You could already see the shit-eating grins on some of the boys’ faces, specifically Tanaka and Noya’s. You rolled your eyes and stepped forward “Where are the jerseys? The principal has been grilling my ass over this for two days now.” You told him, a gaze that only an annoyed wife would give plastered on your face.

Last weekend, there was an emergency. Apparently, during one of their out-of-school jogs around the area, Hinata and Kageyama, expectedly, fell into one of the mud pits. This leads to Ukai having to take two of the spare school uniforms in your classroom, which you let him. What you didn’t know was the fact the principal was keeping tabs over these.

He crossed his arms over your chest, looking off to the side as he tried to explain, tumbling over some of the words “W-Well, you know I didn’t really had time to…wash it yet…with the store and the training and all…” His words sheepishly drawled across his lips.

You raised an eyebrow “Why did I know you would do that?”

“Oh, come on! I-I’ll wash it tomorrow, I promise! I’d even give it to the principal himself if you’re too busy!” He exclaims, rubbing the back of his head as he looks at you with a pleading look.

By this point, the boys are already snickering behind their back. Probably finding more ways to tease the both of you.

“Do you really think I’m stupid, Keishin?” You scoffed “I’m letting you do whatever so you better keep your word, you hear?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Noya suddenly perked up from his place “Why don’t we just wash it for you, Coach? You should focus on taking Mrs. (Y/N) out for dinner tonight. She seems pretty pissed.”

Daichi smacked the back of his head as soon as his words left his mouth. But the others couldn’t help but chuckle. It’s a bit of an inside joke to the students to ship the both of you together. 

Ukai clicked his tongue at their antics “Hey, Noya, if you don’t zip your-”

“We were actually going to check out that new ramen place by the corner.” You quickly cut him off, leading to a lot of cheers and jeering among the gym.

Lots of “See? I told you they were dating!”, “Wait til everybody hears about this!”, and “I knew that the first time I saw Coach bring Mrs. (Y/N) a cup of coffee!”

Keishin had the brightest red on his cheeks, pinching the bridge of his nose. With all the (silly) bickering you do with your husband, it doesn’t hurt to tease him from time to time.

You turned back to the boys and furrowed your eyebrows “What do you mean dating? Didn’t you already know?”

A chorus of “Huh?” erupted from the team

You grabbed Keishin’s hand and held out the glinting wedding ring on his finger before putting up your hand in comparison “We’re married. For 3 years now. Ever wonder why we bicker so much?”

Needless to say word got out very, very quickly. And a string of new jokes by the Karasuno Volleyball Team were continuously thrown at Ukai every day. 

“You made my life miserable.” He groaned, resting his head on your shoulder while you were on the couch, grading some of your students’ assignments “You should pay for that.”

“Don’t act like you don’t like it.”

“I don’t!”

You smirked to yourself, letting out a small chuckle. You ran your free hand over his hair, giving it a gentle massage “Alright, I’ll take it back. We’re divorced now, then?”

“No, God!” He’d shout, his head shooting up from your words as his eyebrows scrunched up together “You’re an asshole sometimes, you know that?”

You let out a low hum of amusement, turning to him with hearts in your eyes. “Sometimes, I wonder why I even let you put a ring on me.”

Ukai couldn’t understand how he can love someone more than he already does. He guesses you’re a living example of that.

[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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┊ .˚ 🐦‍⬛ ༘┊͙ Karasuno’s boys kinks ; ‘ 🎐 „ ↴

⌎┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ Canon/non ? NSFW

A-Z order

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ASAHI

Dress up : he ends up becoming a designer and I feel like he would enjoy dressing his partner up in cute clothes

Hair pulling : u pulling his hair or even simply touching his hair would be a big turn on for him

DAICHI

Bandage : tying you up. I mean like he ends up being a cop and I can just see him being really controlling in bed

Discipline : specifically spanking you, whether with his hands or with a whip or paddle. he would like having you sprawled across his lap or bent over on a bed or table

Jerking off instructions : like I said he would be really controlling so telling you when u can and can’t touch yourself, when you can and can’t stop he would get off on it

ENNOSHITA

Shower sex : it wouldn’t start off as the plan, your taking your shower and he wants to join you or vise-versa and the next thing you both know he’s pounding into you both your soapy body’s sliding around

Making a movie : he would love knowing he can fuck you and then go back and watch it later

HINATA

Bondage : him being tied up, he would like the feeling of wanting to move around but not being able to

Food play : idk he just likes food man it seems fitting for him

KAGEYAMA

Hands : more of a fetish than a kink but he’s really into hands

Oral : he would love receiving head his favorite part would be shoving himself as deep as he can into your mouth, he would also like giving it as well, he’s not that heartless so of course he wants to make you feel just as good

Objectum Sexuality : more of a fetish than a kink, Objectum Sexuality means being attracted to inanimate objects. (Volleyballs)

NISHINOYA

Exhibitonism : he would be very jittery, if he wants to touch or be inside you why does it matter that the two of you are at a restaurant, or going for a walk

Biting : he’s a little gremlin he would LOVE biting and leaving hickeys all over you

Face sitting : don’t think you’re going anywhere, the moment your there your stuck he would grip your hips or thighs as tightly as he could, flicking his tongue wherever he could over and over until you’re gasping and shaking.

SUGAWARA

Bondage : tying you up, he would like having you in a really vulnerable state

Praising : along with liking praises from you he would praise you all the time

Kissing your tears : not really a kink but it has to be said, he’s DEFINITELY the type to kiss or lick your tears away

TANAKA

Choking : he would enjoy watching your facial expression

Mirror play : he would LOVE to watch himself in the mirror. Just imagine him railing into you and checking himself out in the mirror while he does it. (You can’t tell me he wouldn’t) he would also love watching how he makes you feel while he’s inside you or just touching you in general “your so beautiful” “I love your face when I make you feel good”

TSUKISHIMA

Humiliation : seeing you vulnerable and basically helpless and knowing he can take what your feeling away, or just make himself seem more superior would make him feel amazing

Mirror play : he would love to watch the both of you, specially because he would like to see you in such a vulnerable state “only I can make you feel like this”

Begging : he wants you to beg. It’s as simple as that you begging no and pleading with him to keep going or stop would get him off

UKAI

Daddy kink : he would like the high dominance that’s associated with being called daddy in bed

Choking : he would love you being at his mercy

Begging : hand in hand wish choking he would like having complete control

YAMAGUCHI

Wax play : getting wax poured on him, he would enjoy the sensation of the warmth

Chastity cage : he would LOVE wearing cock cages that prevent erection and release

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Also it should go without saying but every volleyball player ever has a praise kink. That goes for everyone in this list as well

[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."

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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."

[makkir0ll]

setting the past (part two)

ukai x reader

wc: 1.8k

synopsis: you coach a volleyball team, one of the best in the country known for having mostly recruited players. you take pride in the fact that you have led your team to win a national championship title. And with the news of the rising team karasuno, your interest is piqued, mainly because that was your old school. you had known that they were nicknamed the "fallen crows" and such, so hearing about their fast improvement you decide you want to see it for yourself. you call up the school and takeda picks up. you organize a practice match for later that week.

but what you don't realize is that their coach is your highschool ex.

a/n: me when i post a part two after a month. sorry guys i was battling depression, school, and writers block but we survived and now i give you this. shoutout to @cottonlemonade for listening to me rant about this fic for hours.

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the aura in the gym is awkard. everyone can feel it. and they sure don't miss the way you and ukai keep sneaking glances at each other while the teams warm up. ears turning red when you guys make eye contact.

he's just observing your coaching style he says to himself. but he can't help but notice how pretty you are. your hair tied up so your neck can remain cool in the hot and humid gym. the sweat beads that drip down ur neck and onto your chest. he's starting to sweat a little and not because of the heat anymore.

and you surely think he's changed a lot too. the blonde hair definitely suits him, compared to his buzzed hair in high school (that you helped him with in the bathroom of the sakonishta store). and you for sure don't miss the two silver piercings on his left ear.

but your thoughts are interrupted when your team captain comes up to you "we're receiving first." you nod your head in acknowledgment, pulling out the whiteboard and giving the team the game plan.

"we're going to start out with haru, yoshi and kyo in the back line, for the best defense. and we'll have our tallest in the front." you point to the whiteboard. "remember that no matter what keep-"

"keep the ball in play" they all cut you off. you're surprised with that. do i really say that everytime you think to yourself.

"well since you already know the drill then. go and have fun. don't worry too much since this is just a practice match." you say smiling sitting back down on the chair as you watch them line up.

as the game starts nothing too interesting has happened yet. until you see a ball getting slammed to the ground out of nowhere and you look to see a jumpy first year land back from his spike. your team is frozen in their spots, they turn their heads to you and you turn your's to ukai. he just gives you a smug smile and shrugs his shoulders. clearly he likes to show off.

"don't mind it, get the point back!" you yell at them, as karasuno goes to serve. what the fuck have they been working on?

the game continues as your team slowly becomes accustomed to the first year's insane quick attack. you end up winning two straight sets but the points were really close throughout.

as you pack up your things you see a man with glasses approach you. you assume he's the one you talked to on the phone to plan out this match. you turn your body to face him and he holds his hand out to shake.

"thank you so much for coming all the way here, it must've been a long drive." he starts, still shaking your hand.

"oh it's no problem, thank you for having us. i know it was very last minute so thank you for being able to accommodate us." you reply, releasing your hand from his and bowing down slightly. "i think our bus driver is here, so we'll head out. i hope you see you again."

you hoped to see everyone but your ex, you lied to yourself. but deep down you couldn't help the butterflies in your stomach that would erupt whenever you would catch him glancing at you.

you and your team are walking back to the bus, they are eager to get home and you can see it on their faces how exhausted they are. you told them that you'll stop for food on the way back home and you're going to keep your promise.

once you counted fourteen players on the bus, you reach into your pocket for your phone, except you couldn't find it. with a sigh you turn to the bus driver, " i'm so sorry, but i think i left my phone back in the gym. i'll just go grab it really quick." you explain with an apologetic look on your face. he tells you it's no problem and to take your time. meanwhile he'll turn on the air conditioning because it's hot.

you turn around to walk back to the school, the smile on your face turns irritated. you really didn't want to run into ukai again. how emabrassing would it be to walk back in the gym. he would proabbly say some bullshit like "oh back so soon", with that stupid smirk on his face you thought to yourself. you really liked his stupid smirk.

your thoughts are interrupted when you hear your name being called out. you look up to see the fake blonde running towards you, your phone in his hand. you roll your eyes. of course this would happen to me of all people, this somehow seems worse.

he stands in front of you now. you take notice of how he's grown a couple of inches since you last saw him in highschool. "is this yours?" he asks, holding your phone out.

"yes, thanks." your tone is still sharp, you're really annoyed now. you would've rather just slipped into the gym quietly to grab your phone, not be face to face with your ex.

you grab your phone out of his hand, but your fingers ever so slightly graze each other and you feel his calloused hands from the years of volleyball. i wonder if they- NO NO NO STOP THINKING THAT.

once the device is in your hands, you begin to walk away, pulling up your friend's contact so you can update her on the absolute shit show that happened today.

"i saw they used your little trick back there," ukai says. it makes you stop in your tracks and you slowly turn around.

"what?"

"in the game, your team, they used that trick of yours from high school, right? the one where you would hit the block on purpose to get a rebound?" he explains to you, crossing his arms with that stupid smirk on his face gracing his features.

"so? it's a good technique. and since when were you this observant?" you question. ukai had never really been the one to know techniques, let alone remember yours. it might have made your stomach erupt with butterflies at the comment but you tell yourself its the anger bubbling up. with your frustration growing and all you wanted to do was go home, you turn around. "i'm going now, bye."

"you haven't changed a bit, y'know" he makes you stop, yet again. ukai couldn't help but admire how your passion for the sport never left. the way your eyes lit up everytime your team got a point was the same look that you had when you were in highschool. the way you spoke with so much thought and intent during time outs made him smile.

though you didn't think he meant it in that way. you thought he still thinks your the same dumb girl from highschool. you have changed a lot. you've grown as a person. you are NOT the same person from highschool.

"whatever ukai." you emphasize the use of his last name, walking away back to the bus as you ring up your friend. she picks up asking what happened.

"you will not believe the shit i just went through."

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"and then get this, as im about to leave he goes 'you haven't changed a bit y'know' like what the hell is that supposed to mean?" you say to your friend who's on the other end of the phone. for the past twenty or so minutes you've been debriefing the utter chaos that happened today, what you don't realize is your team in the background quietly eavesdropping on your conversation trying to put the pieces together.

"i dunno y/n? but anyways why does this matter he is your ex from highschool," she emphasized the last word, "it shouldn't matter now, unless, y'know, he's a good fuck? is he?"

your voice goes to a whisper "i dont see how him being good in bed is related to this?" you know your team is listening to the conversation, they’re not slick about it and you can't have them hear you talk about things like this.

"because! maybe you'll meet again and have some hot makeup sex, and trust me it sounds like you need it." she explains, you cringe at her words trying to not imagine the scenario (you do later that night)

"anyways, i wouldn't know either way. we never got that far in highschool." you explain. you did all the other stuff though, just not the main act.

"what a shame, he sounds like he'd be good too."

"can you please not imagine my highschool ex in bed." you bring your fingers to smooth out your furrowed brows. you don't want to have wrinkles before you hit thirty. "anyways i have to go now we're back at the highschool, i'll talk to you tommorow." the bus comes to a stop and the team stands up to walk out of the vehicle. when they all step off the bus they thank the driver in unison before turning to you to hear any last minute annoucements.

"good work today," you start off. "i know it must've been a long drive but thank you for cooperating. i hope you enjoyed the game." they all nodded their head yes, too tired to express any other emotions. you could tell that they just wanted to go home and sleep. "alright then! go home and rest a lot, make sure you're eating enough and staying hydrated, because next week we're going to the summer training camp. that's all i have to say for today, i'll see you tommorow, goodnight!" they all reply with a tired goodnight mumbled under their breath as they make their way back home while you go towards your car.

once your in the tiny vehicle you immediately crank up the ac because although it is night your car still feels somwhat warm from the summer heat. as you're waiting for the car to cool down you're checking your email, and you see one from coach nekomata, the coach from nekoma highschool who invited you to the tokyo training camp. his email is answering your question that you asked a while ago about the teams that are going to be there.

Hi Y/n! Sorry I got back to you so late. I am still figuring out how to use this phone. But here are the list of teams that are attending the training camp:

Fukurōdani Academy

Nekoma High

Shinzen High

Ubugawa High

Karausuno High

Kozue High

you re-read the list of highschools again, making sure that you read them all right. karasuno high. you read the two words over and over again, rubbing your eyes to make sure you weren't hallcuinating. with a groan you slump into your car seat.

"of course this could only happen to me"

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Some things never change

Paring: Keishin Ukai x f!Reader

Summary: (Y/N) is visiting her parents. Upon hearing a rumor about her childhood friend becoming Karasuno‘s VBC Coach she had to check for herself. Having dinner and some drinks together led them to have some spicy fun - just like they did when they were younger.

Warnings: smut obviously

You let out a chuckle as you stepped into the sports hall, "so, the rumors about you being a coach are true,"

Ukai turned around, having a surprised expression, „(Y/N), it‘s been a while,“

"I know, "you sighed, "I'm visiting family, and I heard that you started to coach Karasuno's VBC,"

He chuckled as he walked closer to you," so you had to see for yourself?"

"Obviously," you laughed before you gave him a hug.

"How about a beer and some food," he asked as you parted.

"Sounds good," you replied as you left with him.

You were catching up with one another on your way to your usual food spot.

"I see you're back in town (Y/N)," the owner exclaimed as you entered.

"I see you're still working," you retorted with a big smile.

"Gotta keep busy," he joked.

You and Ukai sat down by the counter, ordering your usual go-to before you continued to chat. It was getting late, and the beer cans were bottled up in front of you.

"How are things going with that boyfriend of yours?"

"Ah, we broke up," you replied as you took another sip, "wasn't quite a match,"

"I see," he mumbled.

"What about you, "you asked, "are you seeing anyone?"

"No," he stated, which somehow was his usual reply regarding dating.

You giggle, rolling your eyes at him, "Some things never change, eh?"

"No, they don't," he chuckled, having that specific look in his eyes.

"I'm afraid, but I have to kick you guys out," the owner said.

"What, already," you exclaimed.

"It's closing time," he laughed, "you're still behaving like the brat you used to be,"

"Now, don't get mean," you chuckled as you got up.

You said your goodbyes and were now walking side by side with Ukai. You watched him get a cigarette out, shaking your head, "you still got that bad habit?"

"Afraid so," he shrugged, "you've got a place to sleep at?"

"Yeah, I'm staying with my parents," you replied, "but I guess I'll have to sneak in,"

Ukai laughed, "feels like we're sixteen again,"

"I know, right," you chuckled, "I'm sure I'll get lectured,"

"You can stay at my place," he suggested, "no need to sneak in,"

"Alright," you nodded.

With that, you were headed to his apartment, which was pretty close.

"Here," he handed you a shirt to sleep in before he fixed the couch for you.

"Thanks," you smiled at him before you turned around to put the shirt on.

"Come on, no need to be shy," he joked as his eyes lingered on you, "I have seen you plenty of times like that,"

"Shut up," you giggled, "we're grown-ups."

"And," he raised a brow at you, "what's that supposed to mean,"

You turned around, watching him close the distance between you.

"It was so easy when we were younger," you started, "we didn't care about anything other than having fun,"

"We can't do that anymore, or what," he was close enough to feel his hot breath hit against your skin.

It smelled like a mix of beer and cigarettes, which surely brought up some memories.

"We can't continue like that," you replied.

"You sure about that," he brought his hand up to cup your cheek, letting his thumb run over your lower lip, "we can still do whatever we want to,"

You felt a shiver run down your spine, and you felt like you were putty in his hands.

His lips softly pressed against yours before he deepened the kiss. You brought your hands up to his chest, grabbing the fabric of his shirt.

He parted from you, looking down at you as his lips tugged into a smirk, "you wanna stop? "

You knew that you couldn't because you needed this - needed him. You simply shook your head no.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, clashing your lips against his as you needed more. Ukai brought his hands to your thighs, lifting you up before he walked over to the couch.

He sat down, having you straddle his lap without breaking the kiss. He moved his hands under your shirt, letting them roam over your body before reaching your breasts.

You moaned against his lips as he rolled your nips, squeezing your breasts while his bulge was starting to press against your heat.

His head moved lower, placing soft butterfly kisses on your neck. Your hand found its way to the back of his neck, resting one on his shoulder while the other traveled up to his hair. You were grinding your hips against his bulge, which bopped in response.

"Shit, (Y/N)," he cursed against your neck, "you're still making me feel some type of way,"

"Oh, really," you moaned, knowing you had the same effect on him.

He parted from you to remove his hoodie, letting it fall to the ground where your clothes were slowly piling up. You dragged your nails over his abs, moving south while kissing him passionately.

You struggled to open his jeans since his bulge stretched the fabric, making it hard to unzip them. Once you succeeded, you pulled his throbbing cock out of its tight confines, stroking him lightly and watching him squirm beneath you.

"(Y/N)," he let out a shaky breath as his hands wandered down to your thighs, caressing them before moving one of them closer to your heat.

He simply pushed your panties aside, tracing your slit.

"All this just from anticipation, "he smirked at you as he felt your arousal on his finger.

"Don't tease," you pouted, grinding against his hand.

He pushed two of his digits into you, pumping them in and out of your cunt while you were stroking his hard cock. Both of you needed more, but Ukai didn't want to rush things.

That's why he thanked every god he knew for your following words.

"Kei, fuck me," you purred, tightening your grip around his cock.

He placed a soft kiss on your lips as he removed his digits, using your slick on his fingers as lube before aligning his cock with your entrance and letting you sink onto his hard length.

You placed your hands on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you started to ride his cock at a slow but steady pace.

Soft moans spilled over your lips, letting your head fall back as pleasure took over.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned as he thrust his hips against yours, hitting your sweet spot every time.

Ukai's hand moved higher to your chest, cupping and kneading them before he leaned closer. He flicked his tongue over one of your buds before he started to suck on it while he was rolling and pinching the other between his fingers.

You felt a familiar knot tighten within yourself as the heat got to your head, dusting your cheeks a dark shade of pink. One of your hands traveled up to the back of his head, tangling in his hair.

"K-Kei, "you rasped, pulling at his hair and making him look up at you.

His eyes were darkened with lust, looking at you as if you were his prey. You clashed your lips against him, and your movements became sloppy.

"C-close, "you breathed against his lips.

Ukai let out an amused hum before his hands settled on your waist, taking control as he started to fuck into your cunt. Your legs began to tremble, toes curling as you felt the tight knot inside you snap. Your head fell against his shoulder as lewd sounds echoed off the walls.

A shaky groan slipped over Ukai's lips as he felt your walls tighten around his cock, which was enough to push him over the edge. He wrapped his arms around your waist, jerking his hips as he emptied himself into you.

You stayed like that for a while, and his fingers lazily ran up and down your back. You closed your eyes, engulfing yourself in his scent as you felt yourself slowly doze off.

[malereadermaniac]

Fever ~ Ukai x male reader

Your husband takes care of you while you're ill, in more ways than one (Fluff & Smut) - Top!Ukai x Bottom!Reader word count: 1.6k Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

"Why d'you think coach left halfway through practice?" Shoyo looked up at Daichi as he questioned the taller man

"Not a clue... but he looked real worried, and he left in a hurry, I guess" Daichi responds, a quizzical look on his face

"Are you on about coach Ukai? Kiyoko told me that he had to leave to be with his husband. She was with him when he got the text that his husband was sent home with a fever" Yaichi says with a small smile as she makes her way into the conversation

"Really?? How bad is it?" Daichi says

"Really?? HUSBAND??" Shoyo says unanimously

"What? You didn't know? Coach never shuts up about 'the love of his life'" daichi says in a funny voice, mocking Keishin

The highschoolers laugh about at their conversation - in contrast to their coach, who had just arrived home in a slightly worried state

The disheveled blonde barely took the time to remove his shoes, kicking them off in random directions as he darts towards your shared bedroom

He finds you in bed, completely covered in blankets and still shivering while visibly sweating and bright red

"Oh babe... you should of just told me you weren't feeling too good" Keishin coos at you, feeling bad that he let you go to work - you'd even packed his lunch for him

"Nggghh... I didn't feel this bad this morning though..." you whine, visibly uncomfortable from your cold

Ukai continues to baby you as he sets out on his plan of action

You'd think the man was running the navy at how seriously he was taking his caring for you

The muscular, older man had opened a window slightly to air the room out, brought you cold, wet towels, gently placing them on your forehead as he stroked your face lovingly

Ukai brewed you a quick soup and kneeled down next to you in bed, sitting you up slightly and feeding you the warm liquid

It was moments like these that reminded you of the many reasons you loved your husband to death and back

Ukai was so caring, he didn't mind looking after you, he even enjoyed it

You could see it in the blonde's eyes, the love and compassion he felt strongly for you - He's such a cute hunk of a man

After spending most of the afternoon looking after you, Ukai finally took a little break, changing out of his work clothes into a tank and some grey sweatpants

But just as he sat down for a quick second, Keishin heard you calling for him

However, he could tell from the tone of your voice that you weren't calling him due to your cold...

And his suspicions got confirmed once Ukai caressed your cheek asking "what's up, baby?" - and you responded by biting your lip and looking up at your husband with a look he knows all to well, grabbing his arm gently with your boiling hand

It makes sense for you to be horny in this moment, work stress and the cold coming onto you had made you not want to engage in sex with Ukai

Now that you had a moment to relax, that pent up sexual frustration had caught up to you...

"Heh... baby you can barely stand up, we're not fuckin'" Keishin chuckles at you, pouting slightly

"Ughh pleassseeeee~ Keishin I need you... I need your big dick in me right now! I wanna feel you~" you practically beg your husband to fuck your guts up

And Keishin can only deny the best feeling he's ever felt (fucking you to high heaven) so much

And whats even better is that because of Ukai's caring nature, the blonde won't allow you to put in any effort due to your fever

Hey, you're not complaining!

In a matter of seconds, your clothes are discarded to the floor along with your muscular husband's tank top - his muscles on full display for your hazy, tired eyes to oggle at

You lie on the bed, breathing slightly heavily as your body is slightly flushed and sweating - Ukai touching you as gently as he can as he bends down over you and goes in to kiss you

You sum up all of your strength and effort you have left for the day to block your mouth before Ukai can kiss you

The now horny man moves away and gives you a confused look

"You shouldn't kiss me, I'll get you sick..." you say with a sad smile, moving your hand to your husband's broad shoulder and toned chest

Ukai smiles sadly and chuckles, moving his mouth to your boiling body instead

"Doesn't mean I can't kiss your sexy body~" Keishin mumbles, making you chuckle as the sensation of your husband's lips on your overly sensitive body (due to your cold) makes your dick go rock solid instantly

Ukai's lips somehow feel cold on your body - the heat of your body fucking up your sense of temperature

By the time the blonde had reached you desperate dick, Ukai's fingers were already covered in his spit and prodding at your hole

Your lazy moans bounced around the room as Ukai licked and sucked your cock as he fingered your hole - his long, masculine digits pushing against your prostate with every move

"Shit babe, your ass is fuckin' warm, my fingers are melting~" Ukai mumbles against your dick, grinding his own against the bed - excited by the thought of getting his dick inside of your oven of an asshole

After what felt like hours, Keishin finally removes his fingers from your now loosened up entrance

Resisting the urge to kiss you, Ukai instead kisses your forehead and then gives you a warm smile as he moves one of your legs onto his strong shoulder

You take a deep breath as you wait for Ukai to start pushing in

Your moans increased tenfold, your cold making you much more sensitive - Ukai's moans joined yours, your hole tightening around his thick cock making your husband feel euphoric

Once Ukai had bottomed out, the man hovered over you, letting out a shaky sigh as his muscular arms held him up - positioned on either side of your head

"F-fuck babe...! You're boiling my dick like a 7-11 hotdog! Heh heh..."

Your fever was really serving a purpose in this moment, the heat of your tight walls already pushing Ukai near the edge of his orgasm

With Ukai breathing heavily above you, waiting for you to adjust to him as he tries his hardest not to cum

After a couple of moments, you weakly bring your hot arms around your husband's muscular neck and shoulders

"Haaa... can you start moving? Please, Keishin?~" you plead, squirming around under your husband from the uncomfortable fever and also your horny desperation

Ukai chuckles from above you, mumbling a curse word as he starts to gyrate his hips

The blonde's muscular body was starting to sweat, completely covering you, his groans and moans echoing in the room as his body rocked against yours

You joined Keishin in a harmony of moans, whines spewing out of your mouth from Ukai's veiny, long dick pounding into your prostate - rubbing his cock against your gummy walls, stimulating you both to the brink of orgasm

As Ukai keeps his thrusts going at a steady pace, one slightly slower than usual to make room for your weaker state

"Fuuuuck baby~ So good fa' me... So fuckin' warm" Keishin moans above you, moving his head down to the crook of your neck and kissing and biting at it

You lazily move your hips in tempo with Ukai's, eagerly anticipating the orgasm you so desperately crave for

As your husband's sweat makes his blonde hair stick to his forehead, his pace starts to become uneven - his rhythm disrupted by the oncoming pleasure of his incoming climax

Your moans of Keishin's name increased in volume gradually until your voice came to a halt - unable to resort to anything else, you just silent scream in pleasure

Ukai's hips come to a halt, his heavy balls slapping against your plush ass, his fat cock buried inside of you - stuffing your ass fully

"GAHH! Fuuuuuck, (y/n)... shit, babe!" Ukai moans loudly from above you, filling your hole with his thick cum

As Keishin stuffs your guts with his seed, your own dick spasms and spurts out long strings of white cum up your body and even covering Keishin's abs

Your muscles tense to such an overstimulating extent due to your cold, your moans start to fall of deaf ears as you writhe and whine and moan is immense pleasure

After getting yourselves together, Ukai and you stay in your previous positions, recuperating your breaths as you relax your muscles

Keishin chuckles and pats your cheek, snapping you out of your little come down

"Heh... thanks, pretty boy - I needed that" Ukai says with a soft smile

" Hmhm... yeah... I did too, thanks, sexy~" you chuckle, your voice nasaly from your cold

As Ukai carries you bridal style to the tub, he kisses your head, taking in the scent that he dreams about

After washing up together and getting into a pair of fresh clothes, Ukai sets you on the couch in front of the TV as he changes your sheets - the linen currently stained with your sweat and both yours and Ukai's cum

The rest of the day was spent cuddling, Keishin taking care of your every need - which, of course, meant taking care of any sexual needs that reared their beautiful heads

[noyasmashing]

After Hours

Sub! Ukai Keishin x Dom!reader

CW: Blowjob, calling him good boy, he calls you miss once, cum eating, a little crying

A/N: Sorry guy! Been pretty busy with college classes and my job lately.. gunna start focusing on quality or quality so for now, here’s a shitty draft. LOL

Ukai's breath hitched in anticipation as your lips drew near, tantalizingly close to his own, teasing him with the promise of a kiss yet withholding it just out of reach.

An unfamiliar whimper escaped his lips, his sweaty palms clinging desperately to the fabric of your shirt. This situation was still so new to him, the idea of the pretty, new, store clerk now seated on his lap, teasing him mercilessly after closing hours.

"Keishin, what do we say?" You teased, a playful smile gracing your features as you looked down at him. You could practically taste the cigarettes on his breath, and it took every ounce of self-control not to slam your lips against his in that moment.

A breathy "please" escaped Ukai's lips, his voice laced with need, earning a grin from you in response.

"That's a good boy," you praised, your tone warm and affectionate as you finally closed the gap between your lips, granting him the kiss he had been yearning for all day.

As your lips met in a fervent embrace, Ukai could feel the undeniable evidence of his arousal pressing against your thigh, his body betraying him in the presence of your intoxicating allure. He cursed himself inwardly for his uncontrollable reactions, his face flushing crimson each time you fluttered your eyelashes at him, rendering him powerless to resist your charms.

As you pulled away, a small trail of saliva lingered between your lips, evidence of the passion that had just transpired. "Missed my touch that much, did you?" you teased, a playful glint in your eyes.

His face flushed a deep shade of red as he attempted to muster a retort, but all that escaped his lips was a feeble "shut up," eliciting laughter from you.

"You know you love me," you stated matter-of-factly, sliding off his lap and onto your knees, positioning yourself face-to-face with the growing tent in his pants.

With a smirk, you hooked your fingers around his waistband, pulling down his track pants and pre-cum stained underwear, exposing his throbbing cock to the cool air. The sight only fueled your desire further as you leaned in, ready to give him the release he craved.

With a seductive lick of your lips, you pressed them against the tender pink tip of his throbbing cock, delivering a gentle kiss that sent shivers down his spine. He squirmed uncontrollably, his hips instinctively thrusting in search of more stimulation.

You cooed softly at his adorable reaction, trailing your tongue along his underside from base to tip, eliciting the cutest of whines from his lips.

Without hesitation, you fully engulfed his length, stifling a gag as he let out a surprised, loud moan of pleasure.

As you bobbed your head up and down in a rhythmic pace, he grasped at your hair desperately, attempting to slow your movements. He knew how upset you would be if he came too fast!

"Keep your hands where they belong, or I'll tie them up," you scolded, removing yourself from his cock entirely. Tears welled in his eyes as he nodded pathetically. He couldn't bear the intensity of pleasure you were inflicting upon him; it had been too long since he'd properly been with a woman, and he was overwhelmed by the sensations.

Resuming your previous sucking, you made sure to deepthroat him again and again nicely until your nose brushed against his pelvis, eliciting whines and moans of pleasure from him. He was weak to the sensation of being fully enveloped by your warm mouth.

His hands shifted from the bottom of his seat to himself as he struggled to resist placing them on you. Even in the midst of your efforts to bring him to climax, you could sense that he was just as nervous as ever.

Finally, your eyes met his, clouded with desire, and spit gathered at the base of his cock. The expression on his face made it abundantly clear that he just couldn't hold back any longer.

"Please, miss, I-I need it!" he pleaded, his voice heavy with desperation. "‘wanna fucking cum."

Your hand rubbed his exposed thigh reassuringly as you continued focusing your attention on his flushed and oh-so-sensitive tip. He was rather lucky you were being this nice to him today.

It had been only two minutes since your lips graced his cock but he was already ready to climax.

With heavy groans, he gripped the bottom of his chair, resisting the urge to touch you as he released his hot seed into your waiting mouth. His hips thrust up and out of his chair, meeting the back of your mouth as you pleasantly swallowed.

Pulling your head back and opening your mouth a bit wider, you swallowed the rest of his large load, making sure to maintain eye contact with his fucked-out, half-lidded face the whole time.

"You need to eat better, Keishin. That didn't taste very good," you scolded, withdrawing your mouth from your personal lollipop.

[lonigiri]

cuddling with hq

goshiki, ukai, lev, kuroo, ushijima, bokuto (dont mind how random these pulls are, i span a wheel 😭)

border by @/kyejiz

๋࣭ ⭑ goshiki

- def is like on top of you

- its kinda like spooning but like ur laying flat (kinda) and hes just ontop of you

- i mean its kinda cute considering hes crushing you

- plus side is that hes 100% kissing your face all over, like 100 tiny kisses all over

- sometimes he loves you too much

you were just trying to chill and watch tv when-- "whatcha doooooinnn" long eyelashes fluttering and a big smile on his face. the bed dipping as he jumped on top of you. "ugh tomu! get off me." you groaned, him shaking his head vigorously with a giant smile again. tightening his grip on you, pecking kisses on your cheeks. "love--kiss--you--kiss--so--kiss--much" "tsu im trying to watch my showwwww." "you can still watch it, im not kissing your eyeballs." "you're so annoying."

๋࣭ ⭑ukai

- probably the second most normal out of the bunch

- well actually i take that back, i dont think hes a big cuddler at all

- like he will if you REALLY want to but he wont if ur like silently initiating it

-like you gotta say it out loud that you want to cuddle

ukai and you laid in bed he was reading a book about something and you were scrolling on instagram. you placed your phone face down on the bedside table. your eyes darting over to your boyfriend. thinking about how you were gonna get him to cuddle with you. you scooted over closer to him, not quite hip to hip, but a little closer. he scooted away. are you serious. you looked over, deadpanning at him. "you need to die" "WHAT DID I DO?"

๋࣭ ⭑lev

- when i say pile of limbs i MEAN PILE OF LIMBS

- does NAWT know how to cuddle but he is trying his absolute best

there you where, in bed, laying next to your boyfriend. TANGLED. you have absolutely no clue how this happened but you do not know how to get out either. you were just staring at eachother, blinking. "this is all you and your stupid long body's fault." "hey its not my fault that i was graced to be 6'7" "you big fat lier you're 6'6." "am not, i am 6'7, i went through an adult growth spurt." he frowned and you just rolled your eyes. pulling your legs and arms untangled. "hey were are you going!" "what now." you fake whined turning around "i wanted to cuddle more."

๋࣭ ⭑kuroo

- your head on his chest as a pillow

- or alternatively, his head on your chest

- he says he just likes listening to your heartbeat buttttt i think we all know actually why

kuroo had his arms wrapped around your waist and head on your chest. one hand holding his phone watching tiktoks while the other was firmly holding your waist. "bruh what are you watching." "did you just bruh me?" he turned off his phone placing it on your stomach and looking up at you. "you act like this isnt an everyday occurrence." you placed your hand on his head and messing up his hair. "hey! dont mess with the hair." "you act like it doesnt look like shit in the first place."

๋࣭ ⭑ushijima

- big spoon 100%

- not that he doesnt like to be little spoon its just it doesnt happen normally

- hes just a very large man and its kinda hard to big spoon him

wakatoshi slipped into bed after a long day of practice. all he wanted was to go to sleep and be in your warmth. and thats basically exactly what happened. ushijimas arms wrapped around you, sighing out with a slight smile on his face. "did you take a shower." "i thought you were sleeping." "was until you got here. you know im a light sleeper. anyways, did you take a shower." "yes maam." "good now we can sleep!"

๋࣭ ⭑bokuto

- you and bokuto's relationship is the epitome of audhd

- you both like do your own thing while being in eachothers presence which makes you more likely to actually get stuff done (body doubling)

- he lays there on the bed and you lay on his stomach

you had your laptop on your stomach as you did some work while laying on the bed with bokuto. well i guess trying to do some work. bokuto was blasting only god knows what on the tv which made it kinda hard to concentrate. "bo." ... "bokuto." ... "ko." ... "kotaro." .... "BOKUTO KOTARO." "WHAT WOMAN DAMN." "I KNOW YOU'RE HARD OF HEARING BUT TURN THAT DAMN TV DOWN."

[im-n-your-walls]

⊹₊⟡⋆⊹₊⟡⋆what’s my nationality⊹₊⟡⋆⊹₊⟡⋆

a/n: karasuno nationality headcanons List of links 🔗

Hinata is 1/4 American, 1/4 Irish. and half Japanese. His mom is Japanese and his dad is irish-American

Kageyama is 101% Japanese. That’s it.

Tsukishima is 3/4 Japanese and 1/4 Irish

Yamaguchi is 1/3 Scottish 2/3 Japanese

Yachi is 1/8 danish, 3/8 British, and half Japanese

Tanakas are 1/3 Brazilian and 2/3 Japanese

Nishinoya half Mexican and half Japanese. Lots of people JOKE that he swam from Mexico to Japan

Ennoshita like Kageyama he’s full Japanese

Daichi is a mix of many Latin American backgrounds but most notable are Columbia and Chile. He’s still of course Japanese

Sugawara 1/3 Australian and 2/3 Japanese. Lots of karasuno joke about how that’s why he’s so special

Asahi 1/2 Persian and 1/2 Japanese

Kiyoko is fully Japanese

Ukai 2/3 Spanish and 1/3 Japanese

Takeda is half Costa Rican and half Japanese

[pure-smut]

too tempting.

featuring: Coach Ukai x fem!reader

contains: marking, fingering, unprotected s*x, softdom (ukai)

MDNI | 18+ content

word count: 1.1k

Masterlist

Coach Ukai doesn’t like to owe anyone favors. So when his friend, a coach of the local college girls' volleyball team, reminds him about the several times he stepped in to watch the shop while Ukai was travelling to Tokyo for nationals, Ukai knows he owes a favour. That’s how he ends up across town, coaching the college girls’ team for the week his friend is on vacation.

But it doesn’t explain why he ends up in the storage closet with you, libero for the girl’s team, his tongue sliding over yours as he presses you against the door. No, this isn’t part of the favor – this is all Ukai.

“I – ah – I need to get home,” you breathe as his mouth travels down your neck.

“Soon,” he replies shortly, roughly nipping at your neck as his hands squeeze your waist.

His bulge presses against your stomach, apparent through his sweatpants, and it sends heat straight between your legs. He strategically places his thigh against your mound and you grind against the hard muscle instinctively. The whimper you make in his ear as you wrap your arms around his neck nearly makes him feral.

Ukai pushes his sweatpants down just enough for his cock to spring free, slapping against his stomach. You look down at it, swallowing hard.

“Oh, God.” You lick your lips at the sight of his shiny precum coating the tip. “I-I don’t know if it’ll fit.”

“It’s okay, pretty girl.” Ukai peppers kisses across your cheek. “I’ll make it fit.”

He captures your lips in another deep kiss as his hand slips under the band of your volleyball shorts. His thick fingers dip between your folds, coating them in your arousal. At the feel of how wet you are already, his cock throbs.

“Your sweet little pussy is drooling for me,” he murmurs against your mouth.

He sinks his fingers further, finding your hole and sliding in. You gasp and tip your head back as he stretches you, preparing you for something even thicker. Ukai keeps his eyes locked on your face, burning the image of you into his mind. Every sound you make tips him a little bit closer to the edge. He clenches his teeth to stop from moaning at the feel of your pussy squeezing his fingers.

“So fucking tight,” he bites out, pistoning his fingers in and out of your needy cunt. “Need to make you cum before I can fuck you. Need to make sure you’re ready for me.”

You grasp his shoulders, anchoring yourself onto the solid muscle there, sinking your nails into his skin. Ukai doesn’t even notice, too distracted by the way your face contorts in pleasure at his touch. When he feels your walls start to flutter and your breathing become ragged, he swipes the pad of his thumb across your clit. You cry out, thighs trembling as your orgasm hits you like a freight train. Ukai soothes you through it, his fingers never letting up even as he whispers praises in your ear. How good you’re being, how well you’re taking his fingers. He pins you against the wall as your legs go weak, keeping you steady. When he withdraws his fingers, you feel almost empty, and you let out a needy whine that has your coach grinning.

“Don’t worry, pretty. I’m not done yet.”

Ukai pulls your shorts down, helping you step out of them. You should feel self-conscious like this, naked from the waist down in front of your substitute coach, but the way Ukai looks at you eases any insecurity in your mind. His eyes are sharp and hungry, his hands never leaving you. You can feel the bruises on your neck from where he’s marked you – made you his.

Ukai’s now almost painfully hard, almost any thoughts in his head overtaken by one intense need. For you. You’re both adults and he’s not even your regular coach but it feels like an abuse of power. Despite this, Ukai knows he can’t stop himself. Not now. Now he has your pussy in front of him, slick and tight, he knows there’s no going back. He will have you.

Ukai hooks a large hand under your knee, spreading your legs and giving him better access, as his other hand wraps around his cock, lining it up with your entrance. You bury your face in his neck, the smell of his aftershave mingled with smoke somehow turning you on even more.

Ukai presses his fat mushroom tip against your hole and slowly sinks himself inside you. Every muscle in his body is taut with control, taking everything in his willpower not to ravish you. Your gummy walls squeeze tight around him as a flurry of curses fall from his lips.

You gasp at the stretch, the delicious burn of his cock as he forces himself deeper.

“Ah!” you whimper. “C-Coach Ukai-!”

“You can take it, baby,” he growls, sharp teeth at your neck.

You want to please him so you only sniffle and nod, letting him stroke himself deeper each time until he’s bottomed out, snug and tight inside you. So deliciously full.

“You’re being such a good girl for me,” he whispers hoarsely and it makes everything worth it.

He wants to savour you, he does. But when you tug on the blonde hair at the nape of his neck and moan so sweetly in his ear, he can’t help himself. Ukai starts to rock his hips back and forth, feeling your hot, slick walls try to pull him back in. You cling onto his shoulders desperately as Ukai presses you against the door, pinning you in place so he can fuck you properly. His hands grab your ass, fingers digging in deep enough to cause bruises.

Every stroke of his thick cock sends you hurtling towards another orgasm. Your head tips back against the door again, your eyes rolling back. Ukai watches your face intently, your pussy fluttering around him in a way that’s now familiar to him. The thought of you creaming on his cock is enough to tip him towards his own orgasm. He lets out an animalistic growl, snapping his hips against yours with a new sense of urgency.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He’s fucking you so hard, the door rattles behind you.

“Cum with me, baby,” he groans and feels you clench around him in response.

Ukai bottoms out, sinking himself fully inside you with one hard thrust as you cry out in pleasure. He shudders as he unleashes a torrent of cum inside you, filling you to the brim with his sticky seed. When you feel something wet drip down your thigh, you don’t know if it’s you or him.

Ukai makes no sign of moving. Instead, he kisses you softly, one hand moving from your ass to cup your cheek. You melt into him, both of you coated in a thin sheen of sweat. In the dim light of the storage closet, Ukai grins, his cheeks uncharacteristically tinted pink.

Yeah, Ukai came here as a favor. But the reason he stays is you.

[chatterbox-73]

Kinktober 2024.

Day 26 - Toys.

Keishin Ukai x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for Kinktober, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Kinktober and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary: Ukai gets a new toy and can’t wait to use it on you.

Word count: 1.1k

CW: NSFW and adult content, toys, swearing, spitting, taking photos, masturbation, crying, facial, dom!Ukai, anal play, use of pet names, and begging.

You stood on shaky legs, bent over, hands on your boyfriend’s coffee table, as you felt a light buzz against your clothed clit. You let out a squeak, followed by a loud moan, “didn’t expect this did you baby” your boyfriend chuckled, and he was right…

.Two hours earlier.

…You got a text from your boyfriend, Keishin asking you to come over to his place to watch some movies with him. When you go to his apartment you were met with a shirtless Ukai pulling you inside, as you both sat of the couch Ukai asked you to pick the first movie and so you did. During the movie ukai’s hand massaged your thigh and Once the movie finished to turned to ukai and passed him the remote, however he only smirked “I have a show in mind but I need your help sweetie” ukai spoke softly while his hand roughly squeezed your thigh, “okay, what is it?” You asked. Ukai hands moved to the hem of you shirt, “let me take this off, please” you comply with his request, lifting your arms and in one swift movement ukai pulls your shirt off. Ukai hand fondle your clothes breasts before unclipping and slipping off your bra, “stand up” he commanded and you did as you were told. Ukai got his feet as well and leaned in to your face making eye contact as he gently cupped your face, “listen here baby, I want you to put your hands on that coffee table…” ukai gestured to the coffee in the middle of the room with his thumb, “…I want that ass up and those legs spread, now get to it.” Ukai watched as you place your hands flat on the table, and spread you legs. Following this Ukai than stood behind you and grabbed a hold of your hips before rutting his hard member into your clothed ass, “it’d be real nice to fuck this ass… but I have better plans” he said as he pulled away and ripped a hole into your leggings. “Keishin!” You grasped, he knew very well these were your favourite pants, “oh I see your wearing the panties I got you” he ignored your protest about the pants, than followed by completely yanking your leggings off. “So wet already, you’ve practically made the material transparent” your boyfriend rubbed his thumb over you clothed clit, before moving away. “Don’t move from that position” Ukai commanded and then walked off, soon you heard a faint buzz in the air as his heavy footsteps approached you.

“I’m back” ukai spoke in a sing-song tone of voice “listen to this” he placed the lightly buzzing object next your ear, however soon the buzzing got louder and then completely stopped before starting up again. “Can you guess baby, even if you can’t I’ll still let you enjoy it” he chuckled down at you, “it’s a toys of some kind” your voice tremble in fear. “That’s right… remember the words?” Ukai questioned and moved behind you “y-yes” you stutter, “good” gently pats you ass in approval. You feel a soft vibration on your clothed slit the moved down to your clit, cause you to moan, this went on for quite some time before ukai up the vibration only slightly.

.Back to the present.

“Keishin I like it, but I need more please” you whine and the vibrator is removed from your clit instantly, causing you to whine louder. “Shut up!” Ukai hissed, and moved you panties to the side, you felt his finger delicately trace your labia. “Fuck that’s wet, your really tempting me sweetheart” you hear ukai groaned, he then moved his hand to your ass. you felt ukai push you cheeks apart, exposing your puckered ring to him and ukai then let a large drop of spit drip onto your tight hole, causing you to moan. Ukai’s finger tip messaged the saliva around and in you hole, “take a deep breath and relax” ukai said taking his warm finger away and replacing it with something cold and hard, “what’s that?” You asked and he just chuckled as you feel a smallish bean slip in you with little resistance. “You know very well what it is, but don’t worry the next part will going in easily” you could hear ukai’s smirk as he spoke down to you, “this is really special, it’s one toy with different parts and I can control it all from my phone” the moment he finished talking you felt a large bean instead slip in you with absolutely no resistance, you gasped at the feeling, tightening around the two beans inside you and hear ukai groan, “this really was a good idea” he quickly smacked you ass. Finally ukai pressed a flat squishy pad against your clit before pulling your underwear back over your cunt to hold the toy in place.

You hear ukai sit on the couch behind you and soon the vibrations started, it started on your clit only on a low setting, then it also started in both your tight holes. Ukai alternated the strength of the vibrations and where they were, and everything time you got close to tipping over the edge he’d stop everything.

It was now about the seventh time ukai had stopped you from cumming, “Keishin please… please… I need it” you wiggled your ass at him, you continue to plead and cry, unexpectedly ukai turn the toy back on but now on the max settings. You uncontrollably fell to your knees and screamed out in delight, but as soon as the earth shattering pleasant began, it stopped. You whole body began to be wrecked with sobs, you turn to look as ukai through teary eyes, to see him set on the couch leg spread, one hand holding his phone while the other lazily pumped his cock. “Oh come here, sweetheart” ukai cooed, you crawled over to him and propped yourself between his legs, “Please” you sobbed while looking up at him, “Keep crying like that, I’m close” ukai chuckled as dropped the phone, grabbing you face in his now free hand and moved slightly forward on the couch. You continued to cry and plead for him to let you cum and how it was fair. “I hate you Keishin” you spat the words at him and that was all it took to send him over the edge, thick hot ropes of cum spurted on you face. Ukai let go of your face and quickly pulled you to your feet, he then pulled to over to the coffee table and sat you on it with your legs propped up. Ukai reached for his phone and turned the vibrator on max setting again, however this time he left it on. “You’re so goddamn needy, but you’re also so fucking sexy like this” ukai said before snapping a few pictures of you cumming.

You laid on the coffee table coming down from your high, “can we do that again next time?” You asked and ukai hums in approval, “only if you promise you don’t actually hate me” he said in a fake sad tone, “I promise” you giggle.

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keishin ukai x gn!reader

texts between husband!ukai & you

cw ; swearing, usage of babe, ooc ukai, usage of y/n

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setting the past (part three)

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a/n: yeah....i have no excuse for taking a month to upload the third part but i promise i will try to do more consistent updates!! anyways enjoy!!

When you walk into the High Gym you are immediately greeted by an uncomfortable humid feeling, Nekomata sensei, and the smell of sweaty boys who need to learn what deodorant is. 

You’re fighting the urge to gag but you keep your composure, maintaining a professional facade when deep down you’re freaking out at the thought of spending a week-long training camp with your ex. 

Sure you could avoid talking to him, but realistically that would barely even work for a day with the amount of time the teams spend practicing, really only ever getting a break to eat and at night to shower (which they need) and sleep. 

Nekomata sensei greets you with his warm smile when you walk in through the doors, you reach your hand out for a formal shake which he does too, his hand squeezing every blood vessel and you’re desperately trying to get your hand out of his grip.

“How was the bus ride?” He asks, guiding you and your team through the hallways of the school, showing you to your respective rooms. 

“It was okay, it could’ve been better” you replied with a yawn as you walked up the stairs. “What about you?”

“It wasn’t that long, so it was okay.” He replies, stopping in front of a door and turning to your team. “This will be your room” he tells them.

“Thank you sensei!” They all say and bow in unison, before going inside their respective room. You hear them yelling and calling out for which bed they want to sleep on.

“You don’t mind sleeping with the managers do you?” Nekomata asks as he walks towards your room. “We don’t have enough rooms and I doubt you’d want to sleep with the other male coaches, or even your team so I put you in with the managers.” He stops in front of the door, you hear some giggling inside. Probably some teenage gossip. 

“Yeah of course, I don’t want to be an inconvenience,” you said politely. Ideally you wouldn’t want to be in a room filled with teenage girls because well, lets be frank it’s awkward. the age gap is there and you don’t want them to not have any fun just because you’re there, you could honestly care less about what they talked about. But you obviously weren’t going to get your own room. 

You walk in the room, and the chatter slowly begins to die down. With a smile you wave at them, introducing yourself and they all bow in respect. It felt sort of awkward but then they began to introduce themselves to you. You recognized the two managers from Karasuno. The taller one with dark hair helped you set up, although the shorter blonde one seemed to be sort of skittish around you. 

Once the team get’s settled in, you and your team walk to the gym, being guided by Nekoma’s captain who politely explained to you what would be happening at the camp and how the games work. As you walk in your eyes immediately find the fake blonde across the gym who smiles and waves at you, you politely wave back but no trace of a smile is on your face. 

The whistle blows, and you notice Karasuno doing the penalty of the diving receives, but what you begin to notice is that the freaky first year duo isn’t here. Your eyes scan the gym for any sign of them and they are nowhere to be found. You and your team make your way to the empty court and they begin their warm up stretches, led by your captain. Meanwhile you are forming a line up.

You begin to hear the squeaking of the shoes on court fill up, and you’re met with the Karasuno players who are breathing heavily and drinking water. 

“Looks like we’re playing you next.” You turn around to see the familiar face you had been dreading (looking forward) to seeing again. You slightly curse yourself for not picking a different court, but better than to get this over with sooner rather than later.

“Where’s your two first years? Notice they aren’t here” you gesture towards the boys who are still taking a breather.

“Oh, yea, they had to take supplementary exams.” He says embarrassed, a hand coming to rub the back of his neck. An habit he did in high school whenever he felt flighty embarrassed about something. Clearly old habits die hard.

You snort at what he says, finding the situation amusing, “looks like the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” You tease at him. Thinking about how he also had to take supplementary exams a few too many times in high school, where you had to help him study for.

“Whats that supposed to mean!” He yells a little too loud, causing Takeda to turn towards the two of you in confusion.

“You know what I mean” you say, walking back to your team who finished stretching and are now huddled around you, waiting for your instructions.

You decide to change up the line-up, trying out different people and see how they work together. Taking this training camp as an opportunity to try out new things. Skills, plays, techniques. 

The new lineup that you’re testing consists of more of the first and second years, players Karasuno hadn’t gone up against before. When they line up on the floor you notice the confused faces of the players, as well as Ukai and Takeda. 

“Hey Ukai?” Takeda starts.

“Yes?”

“Those weren’t the players that we went against last time right?” The teacher asks. Ukai takes a long look at you, jotting down notes in your notepad as you yell out reminders to the first and second years of your team.

“Yeah, they aren’t. She’s probably trying out a new team to see how they work. It’s a risky move for her to do, considering they probably haven’t practiced together yet and don’t have a sense of chemistry.” He’s confused a bit, but he also knows that you’re one who’s not afraid to risk it and try out new things especially on the court. That’s how you got to play on the national team.

Your side was receiving first, so when the whistle blows the game begins. 

The match was long and filled with a lot of mistakes, not the team’s fault they just haven’t had a chance to work together but towards the end they began to get the hang of it. The points remained close and they fought hard, but in the end your team was the one to do the lap of living receives while karausno finally got their break. 

While they’re busy doing their penalty, you gather their water bottles to go refill them. Not having a manager on the team meant that these are the kind of things you had to follow through on. Granted they could just do it themselves, but that’s a waste of time for them when they could be doing something more productive that will make them better players. 

With seven water bottles in your hand, and seven more waiting for you back in the gym, you walk to the water fountain outside the gym. As you’re walking, one of the bottles slip out of the grasp of your elbow, with a grown you turn around to where it rolled away and are met with Ukai holding it towards you.

“This yours?” It was a dumb question to ask, it was just you and him in the hallway.

“No it’s the fucking ghost that haunts this place.” You sarcastic reply “Yes it is.”

“Need help?” He strides over to you, trying to pick up a couple of bottles that you were holding. 

“I’m good thanks,” you struggle to snatch back the bottle he’s holding.

“I’ll help you.” He’s noticed your struggle, and you were never one to ask directly for help. Choosing to struggle instead.

There’s a lot of tension, too much for just filling water bottles. It’s silent, the only noise being the water running from the fountain. You hear Ukai chuckle next to you.

“What?” You ask in an annoyed tone

“Nothing,” he chuckles again, “just thinking.”

“About?” And he almost didn’t have to say anything when he looked at you. Eyebrows raised as he guided you with his eyes to the water fountain. And it comes flooding back. This was kind of similar to the time Ukai confessed to you.

You were staying late after a practice, deciding to work on your jump serves and maybe also your jump floaters since no one else on the team wanted to stay back and get in some extra reps. This was probably why you guys never made it far in tournaments. It angered you when it seemed like you were the only one who cared.

You were grumbling to yourself angrily as you walked to the water fountain, filling up your water bottle. There wasn’t a lot of people left in the school just a couple of kids lurking around after their clubs and the senior couple who always seemed to be making out in the janitors closet. It made you gag. you hear the sound of someone walking grow louder as they approached you. you look over to see your classmate (and crush) Ukai walking over with a red flush in his cheeks.

“Hey Keishin, why are you here this late” you ask, screwing the top of your water bottle shut.

“Oh, uh practice just ended” he seemed shy, not very like him.

“Nice! Same here, but I’m staying to work on my serves. No one wanted to set for me.”

And Ukai, who was so determined to confess his feelings for you chickened out and decided that he can spend more time with you this way. “I can toss you some sets.” He blurts out.

There’s an awkward pause. “I mean, of course if you want me to, if you just want to practice on your serves by yourself-“

“I’d love that! Thanks!” You cut off his rambling and start to walk back to the gym, “You coming or are you just gonna stand there?”

The two of you made your way back to the girls volleyball gym, you grabbed the cart of volleyballs and dragged it to the end of the court. Ukai stood by the net, ready for you to toss the ball to him. You grab the yellow and blue ball and toss it towards him and begin to run towards the net. He tosses it and you jump up. The toss was a little low for your personal liking but you slammed it down the court with power, the ball bouncing off the floor and going to hit the wall on the other side. When you land Ukai is staring at you in awe. He thinks he just fell in love with you even more. 

“Could you toss it a bit higher?” You ask walking back and grabbing another ball from the cart. He nods with red cheeks which you just assume is from practice, oblivious to the feelings the boy had for you. And without thinking, his mouth moving faster than his mind Ukai blurts out.

“I like you.”

“Huh?” You stop in your track, ball still in your hand. You’re very sure that the boy you’ve had a crush on for a while now just confessed his feelings for you.

“Uh.. I said that I’ll do that for you.” His hand comes up to rub the nape of his neck in embarrassment

“Yeah, sure..” You toss the ball up again and before you begin to run to the net again you think about how you’re going to bring it up again.

You guys continue for about twenty more minutes, not talking about the words he accidentally let slip out. The whole time he’s praying that you didn’t hear him and so far, to him, they seemed to be working. But he was not prepared for what was about to occur later.

The two of you walked home in silence, the air was tense as you tried to make conversation with him and he was being extremely mindful of his words. Only replying with short words and slight hums. You figured it was because he was nervous of what he said earlier and he was worried if you heard him.

The two of you stop in front of your house. “So this is me.” You say looking at him, thumbs nervously fiddling with each other as you waited for him to say something, anything. You didn’t want this time spent together to end. 

“Okay, I think I’ll head back now.” This was the most he had spoken since getting out of the gym “Goodnight”

“Wait.” you say, he stops mid turn and he freezes, realizing that you are right next to him. It feels like time is moving slower when he feels your hand slightly hold onto his shoulder to stabilize yourself and you go on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek. “I like you too, goodnight.” You whisper and run back to your house before he can say anything and slam the front door shut. You bury your face in your hands as you slide down to the ground, in disbelief of what you just did and you squeal into your palms, which is soon stopped by your mother telling you to be quiet because your dad was asleep.

And outside your house Ukai stood frozen in his spot, fingers on his cheek touching the spot you just kissed and a smile so wide it bang to hurt after a while. He replayed the moment fifty times before he went to bed that night.

And now, eight years later the two of you stand at the water fountain, thinking about the memory. And as much as you despised him now you couldn’t help but smile and giggle at how cringe the memory was. But it was something you cherished close to your heart for years.

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I missed you too

Ukai Keishin x Reader

C/W: Minors DNI explicit content, unprotected sex, established relationship

W/C: 1.4K

A/N: I am moving the (2💀) fics I have on my 18+ side blog because I’m done with that 😌 this coffee is now spiked

This was my first smut, tbh I’m hoping this move is going to help me write again

There he is again, watching some old taped matches from another team. He’s so focused on getting ready for the coming match that he doesn’t notice you observing him from the door. You never thought you’d be jealous of a bunch of teenagers, but here you are, desperate to get some attention from your boyfriend.

You make your way to him and whisper his name.

“Keishin.”

You roll your eyes at his grunt, as if it was an acceptable answer. You tap on his arm, so he can uncross them and you settle on his lap when he does. His hands immediately go to your hips, his thumb drawing circles absentmindedly at the junction of your thighs, other than that, nothing shows that he noticed you sitting on his lap. His eyes are still glued to the screen as you lay your head on his shoulder. You play with the pocket of his stupid orange hoodie but his attention doesn’t shift.

So you sit straight, fingers threading in his hair. You know he likes that. As on cue, he releases an appreciative hum and tightens his grip. Happy with the reaction, you shift even closer to him, wiggling on his crotch. All you want is to remind him you deserve some attention too, and you got your work cut out for you since he’s still watching whichever future opponent that’s playing on the screen over your shoulder.

If you were patient, you’d wait for him to be done but you haven’t seen him in forever with how busy he is. He’s always working at the farm, working at the shop, coaching, prepping tournaments and practice matches. You’re forgetting how his cock feels inside you. You miss his hands on you.

You’ve decided that he worked enough. If he doesn’t get the hint now, he’ll never get it. So you stretch your torso and lift to your knees to kiss the top of his head while shoving your breasts in his face. Subtlety doesn’t work with Ukai. You keep his face there while you discard his headband and continue playing with his hair. The blond locks falling on his forehead are inviting and you rake your fingers through them.

“Oi, I’m trying to work here.” His muffled voice reaches your ear.

“Don’t you think you worked enough for today, Keishin?” You purr, using both hands on the back of his neck to make him look at you.

He frowns, “Well, there’s a big match coming up and I have to find a way to stop that fucking setter’s serves…”

You hum, showing you’re listening, but your mouth is busy leaving a trail of kisses from his ear to his collarbone. Now sitting down on his lap to have easy access to his neck, you grind on him. He fails at explaining what he’s trying to do, his sentence constantly broken by his content sighs. His hands move to your back, one creeping under your sweater, splaying his fingers to feel your soft skin, his other follows the curve of your ass, helping with your movements.

That was easy, you almost wished you got to tease him for longer, but you’re happy he finally gave in to your affections.

His fingertips are rough from all the work he does. The contrast is welcomed, it makes you shiver as he runs them up and down your spine. You finally reach his lips and you take a moment to inspect his face. His flushed cheeks and blown out pupils make you stop in your track, as well as the bulge forming under you. Heat pools in your stomach as you grind on it. He’s waiting for the kiss with parted lips before going to get it himself. It’s your turn to release a pleased sigh, you’ve missed him. And by the way his kiss grows deeper, you see he’s missed you too.

You fist his collar to pull him closer. He pulls you in too, the hand on your back pressing so your chest is flushed to his, the other one is sliding in your sleeping shorts, grabbing a handful of your ass roughly moving you over his strained pants. The plan to tease him backfired, you don’t want to drag this any longer— you want to feel him. Heavy breathing fills the room as your movements are fueled by impatience. The kisses grow sloppier, the touches more desperate, and it’s still not enough. Your hands run from his hair to his shoulder trying to feel his large frame before going down between you and fumbling with his pants.

Ukai hisses when his cock springs free and your hand goes immediately around it to give it a few pumps. He pulls back to look at you work, hypnotized by how big he looks in your hand. He takes off his hoodie and hurries to take care of your shirt too. This makes you let go of his cock, but it’s all worth it once he sees your boobs bounce free.

You both take a moment to drink in each other’s appearance. His hair is messy, falling on his face with some strands already sticking on it. His chest is rising and falling quickly, his cheeks are pink and you can see some purple marks blooming on his neck. You smirk at the sight, your hands brushing over them before travelling down his toned stomach and taking his dick again.

What he sees is just as pretty. Your bun is now loose and hanging on the side, flyaways evident after pulling your shirt off so quickly. Your lips are glistening from the sloppy kisses. He brings his gaze down to his lap, where your shorts have run up from the grinding. Your clothed pussy is so close, he can feel the heat coming from you, he feels your thighs squeezing his while you're chasing some kind of relief. It’s his turn to smirk.

“Look at how needy you are right now, baby.”

He grasps at your thighs pushing your loose shorts higher until he can see the edge of your panties and the junction of your thigh.

Your movements falter when he starts toying with your underwear, inching closer and closer to your throbbing clit. He slams his lips to yours when his thumb finally reaches your clit and starts circling it. You moan into his mouth and he smirks into the kiss. His free hand threads in your hair, pulling at it and bringing you even closer, so close that your hands keep bumping into each other as you touch each other.

He sighs in your mouth when you run your thumb over his slit. Impatience takes over after that, his hand leaves your hair to pull you over his dick. The hand that was busy on your clit pushes your bottoms to the side before sinking you on his cock. Breathy moans spill from both of your mouths as he gets deeper and deeper inside you. Your noses are touching, his eyes gaping at you while he holds you still. His lips curl a bit through the heavy breathing.

“Hi.”

You smile back and you sigh “Hi” back.

“Sorry I’ve been so busy lately.” He peppers your face with kisses as he apologizes. It makes you softly giggle and you feel him twitch at the sound.

With a sigh of relief, he releases his grip on your hip. The way he’s looking at you makes your stomach burn. It shows how much he missed you, you missed him too. No sounds reach you as you start moving up and down his length. The video was never paused but, right now, it’s just the two of you in this bubble. You lean your forehead on his and you finally answer him.

“I missed you, too, baby.”

He cranes his neck to kiss you hungrily, his hand on your back presses your chest to his. Each time you sink on his cock, your clit rubs on his stomach. The friction coupled with the way he fills you builds up your release quicker than you’d like. Your breath quickens, your walls squeeze him tight.

He grunts, “I’m gonna cum, too.”

His fingers are digging in the soft skin of your thigh. You come undone with a broken moan. Your movements slow down but he takes over, lifting you up and down his cock. You whimper at his quickening pace until he sits you on his thighs. His cock between you spilling cum on both your bellies.

In the background, the crowd in the video cheers and you can’t help but laugh at the perfect timing. You’re both giddy, kissing while coming down from your orgasms. It’s sticky and messy, your stomachs smudging the cum covering them, but you don’t care. It’s good to have him back.

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"Keep blocking, let's go! Don't stop!" Ukai's firm voice resonated as you handed him another ball from the basket. "This could be your last chance. Always remember that! Give it your all!"

With that rallying cry, Ukai threw the ball with force. Hinata launched himself desperately towards it, his movements quick as a flash, but he couldn't reach it in time to intercept.

"If you waste any opportunity, it could cost you the game," Ukai continued, his tone stern but with a motivating undertone. Without wasting time, he grabbed another ball and sent it towards the redhead. This time, Hinata positioned himself, but his reception was weak, and the ball fell to the ground with a dull thud that echoed through the gym.

Despite the mistake, Ukai flashed a small smile and nodded in approval. "Well done, Hinata! Now get up quickly. One more."

"Yes! Thank you, Coach!" Hinata responded with the same energy that characterized him, his determination shining in his eyes.

From your position, you watched the exchange with a mixture of pride and admiration. Seeing Hinata drenched in sweat but so determined inspired you in your own way. With a small smile, you grabbed another ball from the basket and handed it to the coach. As you did, you couldn't help but give the redhead a supportive look.

"Come on, Shoyo," you thought, feeling a small but warm sense of camaraderie. The practice continued, the sound of bouncing balls and cries of effort filling the air as the team honed their skills with each attempt.

You walked over to Nishinoya, Tanaka, and Sugawara, who were sitting on the floor with a magazine open between them. The pages seemed to capture all their attention, and the murmurs of awe among them piqued your curiosity.

"Wow! Look at the size of that photo!" Nishinoya exclaimed, his eyes scanning the image intently with excitement.

"What are you looking at?" you asked cautiously, though the relaxed tone of the group gave you enough confidence to sit beside them.

"It's a volleyball sports magazine!" Nishinoya responded quickly, turning toward you while lifting the magazine so you could see it up close. On the open page, you could distinguish several players wearing uniforms from teams you didn't recognize, all posed in ways that conveyed intensity and skill.

Hinata and Kageyama, drawn by the enthusiasm, approached the group. Tanaka, always eager to share any interesting find, took the magazine from Nishinoya's hands and proudly showed it to the redhead and the black-haired one.

"Look at this!" he said, pushing the magazine a little closer to their faces. "Ushiwaka, from Shiratorizawa, is among the top three students in the entire country."

"Shiratorizawa!? That's the place Kageyama couldn't get into!" Hinata remarked loudly.

Kageyama, visibly annoyed by the comment, quickly turned toward him with a piercing glare. "Shut up, Hinata!" he growled, his voice full of irritation.

"Who's Ushiwaka?" Shoyo asked, unaware of his teammate's anger, still maintaining his curiosity.

Tanaka dropped his jaw, incredulous at the redhead's ignorance. "You don't know!? He's the number one player in the entire prefecture: Wakatoshi Ushijima!" he declared, as if the name itself carried an unbeatable weight.

Without waiting any longer, you grabbed the magazine from Hinata, your eyes immediately searching for the photograph of this supposed prodigy. As you stopped on the image, you couldn't help but examine the details of the young player. His face had a cold, determined expression, his broad shoulders and impeccable posture exuding an innate confidence.

"Wow, he really looks like a star," you commented quietly, flipping the page in search of more information or photographs. Though you had never heard of him, his presence was undeniable even through the printed images.

Sugawara, who had been watching the conversation with a smile, turned to Kageyama in a more relaxed tone. "Did you really try to get into a place with players of this level?"

Before the black-haired player could respond, Tanaka added with his usual humor. "And I bet you were going to yell at that superstar things like ‘Move faster, idiot!’ Am I right?" he imitated, exaggerating Kageyama’s voice theatrically.

Kageyama frowned, crossing his arms. "Of course not!" he growled, his offended tone making it clear he wasn't enjoying the jokes.

"If you don't beat them, you won't be able to play against Nekoma, right?" you asked, keeping your attention on the pages of the magazine, although the conversation had caught your interest.

At that moment, Ukai's deep voice echoed behind you, causing everyone to stand up quickly. "Hey, hey, Shiratorizawa isn't the only formidable opponent," he said, making everyone turn toward him.

"Do you think you’ll be among the top four like last year?" you asked, recalling what you had heard from Takeda sensei about the competition.

"Yes, but there are other big opponents," Ukai replied while pulling a crumpled paper from his jacket. "There's Wakutani Minami, with their superior defense and coordination, and Dateko, with their steel wall; that team has the best blockers in the country."

You moved closer to see the names on the list. Ukai pointed to one of them. "If I remember correctly, we lost to them 2-0 in March," he mentioned.

You looked at Asahi and Nishinoya, noticing their tense postures. It was clear that match still weighed on them; it was the reason Asahi had temporarily left the team after Dateko. Putting the pieces together in your mind, you understood that the emotional burden was still present within the team.

You returned your attention to Ukai's explanation, trying to stay focused. "So, depending on the matchups, we might play against them in the first round," Ukai continued, his tone grave, underscoring the weight of the information.

The team would have to work hard if they wanted to go far, especially facing elite teams.

"That will be all for now, I’ll tell you the details later," Ukai concluded, putting the paper back in his jacket. "Remember, they’re the best contenders of the year, but if you look up and not ahead, you'll lose perspective. No team will enter the tournament wanting to lose. Everyone wants to win. While we train nonstop, the others will too, whether they’re good or bad, everyone is trying to win. Don’t forget that, and don’t let anyone call you 'wingless birds' again," he encouraged, his voice full of firmness and conviction.

After cleaning up and gathering all your things to head home, Tanaka, Nishinoya, Kageyama, Hinata, and you decided to make a stop at Ukai's family store to grab something to drink. The choice was unanimous: sodas. Soon, you all settled on the sidewalk to rest a bit, enjoying a well-deserved break after the intense practice.

You sat next to Kageyama, watching as he drank his soda while the perpetual frown that seemed to mark his face remained. Unable to resist, you asked curiously, "Why the face?"

"What face?" He pulled the drink away from his lips and looked at you, visibly confused. "This is my normal face," he added with a shrug, as if his expression was entirely natural.

You couldn’t help but smile at his response. "You always look like you’re upset," you admitted, and before Kageyama could reply, both Hinata and Tanaka nodded in agreement, backing you up.

"Why don’t you give us a smile? I’ve never seen you smile," you teased cheerfully, the little joke that popped into your mind sparking a bit of fun. Kageyama glanced at you out of the corner of his eye without saying a word, and you, without thinking, moved to sit directly in front of him.

"Come on, Kageyama," Hinata encouraged from his spot, the excitement on his face completely contagious.

"Smile," you said in English playfully, flashing an exaggerated grin to show him how it was done. "Like this."

The dark-haired boy stared at you, his lips pressed into a straight line, as if he was debating whether to give in to the moment. The silence dragged on, but the tension in the air vanished when you leaned in slightly closer, a mischievous smile on your face.

"Come on," you said, this time in a softer, more playful tone as you gently placed your index fingers on the sides of his lips. With a slight tug upward, you tried to draw a smile on his face, challenging the serious expression that seemed to dominate him.

"Come on, Kageyama! Just one!" Hinata insisted, his contagious energy radiating as he beamed at his teammate.

Kageyama, visibly irritated, furrowed his brow and snapped back, "Why would I want to adopt the expression of idiots like you?" His words, though sharp, didn’t carry the same weight they usually did. Something in his tone—perhaps exhaustion or a lack of conviction—made them less convincing.

"Don’t be so grumpy," you protested softly, adopting a pleading expression. "Come on, Kageyama-kun, I just want to see you smile." You moved your fingers closer to his face, putting on a rare look of innocence and kindness in an attempt to break through his resistance.

Kageyama sighed, exasperated, but finally relented—or at least it seemed that way. His face didn’t show a genuine smile, but rather a grimace that could be interpreted as something between a smile and a mocking expression. It wasn’t exactly what you’d hoped for, but at least it was a small step.

"Terrifying," Tanaka muttered under his breath, a nervous laugh escaping his lips. Nishinoya watched the scene unfold with a mix of astonishment and amusement.

"Aww, see? It’s not that hard," you said encouragingly, though you had to admit to yourself that Kageyama’s "smile" left much to be desired. "Plus, you look cute." Your tone softened as you lied slightly; while the effort was appreciated, there was still a lot of room for improvement. "Right, guys?" you asked for backup, throwing a knowing glance at the others.

"Yeah, sure... better stick to his usual face," Tanaka quipped sarcastically, his tone echoed by the group as he watched Kageyama with a mix of distrust and amusement.

"Don't listen to them," you shot back, smiling once more, this time with a hint of mischief, before shifting your focus back to the dark-haired boy. Kageyama, seemingly fed up with the situation, gently pushed your hand away from his face. His fingers encircled your wrist delicately but without much force, signaling the end of his tolerance.

The melody flowed from your fingers like a controlled torrent, each note resonating with precision and emotion as the piano keys responded to your mastery. The empty room filled with the vibrant harmony of Rachmaninoff, and the echoes of the sound drifted faintly down the hallway, perhaps attracting a curious listener. Your eyes followed the movement of your hands, almost instinctively, as they moved with agility and determination, bringing to life the piece you had practiced with such dedication for weeks.

Your heart beat strongly, driven by the intensity of the moment. Inspiration enveloped you, drowning out any distractions or mistakes. Each press of the lower keys made the chords rise forcefully, almost aggressively, driving the piece to a dramatic climax. With a final strike full of fervor, your hands abruptly left the keys, as if they burned with the contact.

You remained still for a moment, the echo of the last notes still lingering in the air, before lowering your gaze to your hands. The pads of your fingers were slightly reddened, the result of the pressure exerted during the more intense passages. You looked at your hands in wonder, as though they belonged to someone else, and felt a wave of emotion wash over you.

The sudden sound of applause broke the stillness that had filled the room after the final chord, jolting you out of your trance. Startled, you jumped slightly in your seat, feeling an intense warmth spread across your face. You slowly turned, your heart beating so loudly that you could barely hear your own thoughts.

There was Tsukishima, casually leaning against the doorframe, still in his school uniform, perfectly placed, with his usual indifferent expression. However, his eyes hid something different: a spark of genuine interest that was as rare as it was unsettling.

"That... was amazing," he said, his calm voice echoing in the empty space.

"How long have you been there?" you asked, trying to keep your composure as your hands instinctively intertwined in your lap.

"Long enough to see all of that," Tsukishima replied with unsettling calm. He took a step into the room, letting his bag fall beside the doorframe with a careless movement. "I didn't know you played the piano."

"Well... it's not something I go around announcing," you replied, trying to sound nonchalant as you slightly leaned toward the piano, as if you needed to fix something on the keys. "It's more of a hobby. I didn't think anyone would hear me."

" hobby?" he murmured, stopping a few steps away from you. His gaze briefly wandered toward the instrument before returning to your eyes, scrutinizing you as if he were trying to understand something you hadn't said. "If this is what you call a hobby, I can't imagine what it would be like if you took it seriously."

The way he said it, with no sarcasm or mockery, but with an unexpected sincerity, made your cheeks burn again. You looked away toward the keys, feeling your fingers tense slightly. "It's not that big of a deal," you murmured, trying to downplay it, though the satisfaction of his comment lingered within you.

"What piece was that?" he asked, leaning a little toward the piano, his eyes scanning the sheet music you had left aside. "It sounded... complicated."

"It's one of Rachmaninoff's," you answered, surprised by his genuine interest. "I’ve been practicing it for weeks to get it right. It's intense, but there's something about it that hooked me from the start."

"Intense, sure," Tsukishima repeated, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at his lips. "Does that include the dramatic finish you gave it? Because it felt like you were at a concert, not in an empty room."

The light teasing in his tone made you let out a soft laugh, helping you relax your shoulders. "Maybe I got carried away," you admitted, letting out a sigh. "It’s easy to lose yourself in something you love."

For a moment, silence filled the room, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Tsukishima seemed lost in thought while his fingers gently brushed the piano keys without pressing them. "It's impressive," he finally said, his voice barely lower than usual. "I never thought someone from here could do something like that."

"Is that a compliment?" you asked, raising an eyebrow as you looked at him with a mix of disbelief and amusement.

This feeling, this rush of adrenaline and ecstasy, was your most cherished reward. "Yes, yes!" you whispered excitedly, bringing your fingers to your lips in a reverent gesture, as if they had been divine instruments. For you, music wasn’t just a discipline; it was a living art, a burning flame that not only illuminated but consumed everything in its path, leaving you eager to start again.

"Maybe," he responded with a shrug, before straightening up and looking directly at you. "But don’t get used to it. I just told the truth."

Without thinking too much, you slid a little to the side, making space for him on the bench beside the piano. To your surprise, Tsukishima accepted the invitation without protest, settling next to you with his relaxed posture, though his eyes observed the piano with a veiled curiosity.

"What else can you play?" he asked, his tone neutral but laced with a hint of interest he didn’t bother to hide.

"Mhm..." You brought a finger to your chin, pretending to be deep in thought. "Let me see..." After a few moments of deliberation, you straightened your back and placed your hands on the keys, letting your fingers find a melody you had practiced not too long ago.

Carefully, you began to play the chorus of Can’t Help Falling in Love. Though it wasn’t a perfect rendition—you vaguely remembered it from an online tutorial—the sweet and nostalgic melody filled the room, wrapping the two of you in an unexpectedly intimate atmosphere.

"It’s the only thing I remember well," you admitted with a shy smile as your fingers stumbled slightly over one of the notes, but you kept going without stopping.

Tsukishima watched you silently, his eyes following the movement of your hands. When you finished, a brief pause settled between you before he spoke.

"Not bad," he said, resting an elbow on the edge of the piano and turning his body slightly toward you. "Though I think you could work on that stumble in the third chord."

You rolled your eyes, unable to hold back a smile. "So now you're a music critic?"

"I'm just telling the truth," he replied with a shrug, his lips curling into a faintly amused smirk.

"Then why don’t you try it?" you shot back, standing up from the bench and motioning to the piano as if challenging him.

"Me? Not a chance," he replied quickly, though his gaze lingered on the keys as if he were considering your suggestion. "I have no idea how this thing works."

"Oh, come on, it’s not that complicated," you insisted, leaning toward the piano and pointing out a few basic notes. "I can teach you the basics. Just a few notes so you’re not stuck as a bored spectator."

Tsukishima gave you a skeptical look, but the curiosity in his eyes was undeniable. Finally, he let out a resigned sigh. "Fine, but if this gets ridiculous, I’m out."

"Don’t worry," you assured him, sitting back down and placing your hands over his to guide him. "I’ll be the best teacher you’ve ever had."

"Alright, let’s start with something simple. This is the diatonic scale," you explained, carefully moving his fingers across the keys in ascending and descending order. "From the center to the left, you’ll find the lower-pitched notes, and from the center to the right, the higher-pitched ones."

You played the scale slowly, your fingers guiding his with precision as each note sounded. "Listen to how the depth of the sound changes. It’s like the left side of the piano has a deep, resonant voice, while the right side has a lighter, brighter tone."

However, the blond didn’t seem to be paying attention to your explanation. Instead of focusing on the piano, his eyes had wandered to you, studying every detail of your face with an unexpected intensity.

He noticed the subtle layer of peach shimmer eyeshadow that highlighted your eyelids, how your long lashes fluttered delicately each time you blinked. His gaze lingered on the two small beauty marks resting on your left cheek, as if placed there by a careful brushstroke.

There was something about the way your face seemed to light up when you spoke about music, how your lips curved slightly as you explained each detail, that momentarily drew him into a trance.

"I can’t teach you if you’re not paying attention," you said with a faintly reproachful tone, turning your head to look at him directly. You had noticed his distant gaze, and a slight smile appeared on your lips—half amused, half challenging.

Tsukishima, far from intimidated, let a faint smile play across his lips. "I am paying attention," he replied calmly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied you with shameless ease. "Just… not to what you’re playing."

You pursed your lips in disapproval, crossing your arms over your chest. "Then what are you paying attention to?"

His words came with the same calm as his gaze: "You."

The weight of his confession hit you with unexpected intensity. His eyes remained fixed on yours, unwavering, though the faint blush creeping onto his cheeks betrayed him.

"Me?" you repeated, almost in a whisper, as the heat began to rise to your own face.

"Yes, you," he confirmed without hesitation, leaning toward you with a disarming naturalness. The closeness of his presence, the way his words were delivered with such sincerity, made you question whether he was being serious or if this was some kind of elaborate joke.

The laugh that escaped your lips was nervous, and you instantly realized how unnatural it sounded. You didn’t know what to say or how to react to the weight of what he had just revealed. Your gaze darted away, searching for something in the room to break the tension. But all you found was the empty echo of the space.

You were deeply grateful for the sound of the timer on your phone, marking the end of your practice session. A reprieve, a perfect excuse to break the awkward silence. "We have to go," you said firmly, standing up quickly and hurriedly packing your sheet music into your bag.

The weight of the conversation, however, didn’t disappear, and even with your hands busy organizing your things, you could feel the void left behind by his words. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze. Without thinking much about it, you began walking down the hallway, your steps firm and quick, as if moving would somehow allow you to escape the intensity of the moment.

Tsukishima, for his part, didn’t seem to be in any rush. He followed in silence, his presence like a shadow by your side, though there was something about his demeanor that suggested he wasn’t about to let the conversation end so easily.

Your pace quickened, maybe in the hope that speed would help you escape the awkwardness, but Tsukishima’s presence, so close to you, made it impossible to focus on anything else. You could feel the faint vibration of his steps behind you, his shadow ever-present, his silence echoing in your ears like a persistent hum.

This feeling… you thought, sensing that strange knot in your stomach that seemed to make you falter for just a moment. You knew what it was, even if you had never wanted to admit it before. It’s Tsukishima, you told yourself in a mental whisper, as if naming it would make it easier to understand.

Your hands, which had been gripping your backpack tightly, began to sweat slightly. The warmth on your face didn’t fade; if anything, it seemed to grow with every passing second. It’s just Tsukishima, so why are you so nervous? But deep down, you knew that question didn’t have an easy answer.

Why does it feel like all my thoughts and emotions center around him? The idea of Tsukishima being so close to you, his presence surrounding you, became more than just a physical fact. The way his shadow moved alongside yours, his imposing yet quiet presence, began to shift your perception of the space around you.

You glanced at Tsukishima out of the corner of your eye. There he was, his gaze fixed ahead, yet somehow, you felt as though he was watching you too. He’s… handsome, you thought again, as if acknowledging it was some kind of revelation. I can’t deny that.

Something about the way he moved, the way his silence carried unspoken meaning, something in that calm and distant attitude, made him even more… alluring. But it wasn’t just that. There was something else, something you couldn’t quite put into words. It was as if, when he was near, the world around you faded slightly, leaving only his presence, his essence, and that quiet energy that affected you more than he probably realized.

Do I like Tsukishima? The question floated abruptly into your mind, a sudden wave of clarity that left you momentarily breathless. The blush that flooded your face caught you off guard, and for a moment, your mind went blank, unable to fully process what you had just thought.

The cold sweat on your hands turned into pressure, a weight in your chest that made you take another hurried step, as if it could somehow soothe the chaos unraveling inside you. But it didn’t.

“Why do you make me so nervous?” you murmured unconsciously, walking even faster. But you didn’t expect him to answer, much less in the way that he did.

“Why do you keep running?” Tsukishima caught up to you with one long stride, his voice closer than you expected. “If you don’t stop, you’re going to tire yourself out.”

“And what if I do get tired?” I replied with a sigh that sounded more exasperated than I intended, but my words lost some of their edge when I looked at him directly. Because, in looking at him, I realized what had been happening inside me. I liked him. And I didn’t know what to do with that truth.

“Do whatever you want,” Tsukishima replied, his tone returning to its usual register: distant, condescending, even a little mocking. Somehow, his unshakable attitude brought me a small sense of calm, though the confusion inside me still lingered. I forgot, for a moment, just how unbearably annoying he could be and how he always managed to make me feel slightly off balance. What an infuriating guy, I thought, though I couldn’t deny that, deep down, it was hard not to find something about him… addictive.

Finally, we arrived at the gym, and the familiar bustle of the other students gave me some relief. There they were, all caught up in their usual activities: some training, others chatting, and the routine unfolded with the same normalcy as always. The gym, with its heavy air of effort and focus, was the perfect refuge to push my restless thoughts away from what had just happened.

Author's note: I apologize if you found this chapter boring, it was difficult for me to write a scene where I had to describe feelings of love or flirtation between them, I'm very bad at this love thing.😿