#dad!ukai x reader

[cottonlemonade]

Masterlist

divider by me 🐠

🌟 Note, all works are x chubby!Reader 🌟

about me

Karasuno

characters written so far: > Sawamura Daichi > Sugawara Koushi > Hinata Shoyo > Kageyama Tobio > Tsukishima Kei > Ennoshita Chikara > Tsukishima Akiteru > Azumane Asahi > Nishinoya Yuu

Nekoma

characters written so far: > Kuroo Tetsuro > Kozume Kenma > Inuoka So

Fukurodani

characters written so far: > Bokuto Kotarou > Akaashi Keiji

Aoba Johsai

characters written so far: > Oikawa Tooru > Iwaizumi Hajime > Hanamaki Takahiro > Matsukawa Issei > Kyotani Kentaro

Inarizaki

characters written so far: > Kita Shinsuke > Miya Osamu > Miya Atsumu > Suna Rintaro > Oomimi Ren

Shiratorizawa

characters written so far: > Ushijima Wakatoshi > Tendou Satori > Semi Eita

Date Tech

characters written so far: > Futakuchi Kenji > Koganegawa Kanji > Aone Takanobu

Kamomedai

characters written so far: > Hirugami Sachiro > Hoshiumi Korai

Itachiyama

characters written so far: > Sakusa Kyoomi > Komori Motoya

Miscellaneous

🫧 Meian, a wife guy [drabble]

🫧 Meian - Being MSBY’s Single Dad word count: 1k, secret established relationship

Multi-Character Stories

🫧 When He Realizes You Are The One [drabble]

characters: Bokuto, Tendou, Kuroo, Atsumu, Oikawa, Noya, Sugawara, Makki, Daichi, your fave 🫧 IKEA Assembling Chaos [drabble]

characters: Kuroo, Bokuto, Atsumu, Futakuchi, Mattsun, Makki, Noya, Tendou, Oikawa, Ukai, Konoha, Suna, your fave

🍡 The Health Benefits Of Period Sex [drabble]

characters: Tendou, Kuroo, Makki, Mattsun, Futakuchi, Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, Konoha, Noya, Oikawa, your fave

🍡 Chub Rub [drabble]

characters: Tendou, Kuroo, Futakuchi, Konoha, Noya, Sugawara, Atsumu, Osamu, Mattsun, Iwaizumi, Hoshiumi, Suna, Yaku, your fave

🫧 Watching The Great British Bake Off [reaction]

characters: Sugawara, Bokuto, Hinata, Yamaguchi, Aone, Asahi, Tendou, Kita, Kuroo, Ennoshita, Akaashi, Koganegawa, Makki, Hirugami, Kageyama, Aran, Goshiki, Semi, Kenma, Futakuchi, Noya, Konoha, Iwaizumi, Tsukishima, Hoshiumi, Suna, Shirabu, Daichi, Ushijima, Mattsun, Osamu, Atsumu, Hoshiumi, Hinata, Bokuto, Oikawa, Yaku, Sakusa, Inuoka

🫧 Teaching You How To Ride A Bike [drabble]

characters: Daichi, Sugawara, Asahi, Noya, Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Ennoshita, Kita, Aran, Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, Oomimi, your fave

🍡 A Risky Game [drabble]

characters: Bokuto, Atsumu, Osamu, Noya, Kuroo, Futakuchi, Konoha, Sugawara, Mattsun, Makki, Tendou, Semi, Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Post-time skip Hinata, Ukai, Suna, Hoshiumi, Yaku, Hirugami, Daichi, your fave

🫧 Hand Warmers [drabble]

characters: Tendou, Atsumu, Osamu, Suga, Noya, Komori, lowkey Tsukki, Hinata, Ushijima, Kenma, Suna, Hoshiumi, Hirugami, Yaku, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Futakuchi, Bokuto, Kuroo, Kageyama, Mattsun, Makki, Semi, Konoha, your fave

🌱 Never Too Much [drabble]

characters: Tendou, Yaku, Suna, Noya, Kuroo, Atsumu, Oikawa, Bokuto, Mattsun, Komori, your fave

🍡 One More Snooze [drabble]

characters: Osamu, Atsumu, Tendou, Komori, Kuroo, Bokuto, lowkey Kenma, Oikawa, Meian, Suna, Nishinoya, Konoha, Futakuchi, Hirugami, Sugawara, Yaku, Mattsun, Kita, your fave

🫧 fluff // 🌱 comfort // 🍡 suggestive // 🪭 spice // 🌧️ angst/hurt

request events

01 [closed] 🍋 Lemonade Stand (100 followers)

02 [closed] 🍋 Lemonade Stand (spring)

03 [closed] ☕️ Cozy Café (300 followers)

04 [closed] 🍱 Lunch Break (400 followers)

05 [closed] 🍋 Lemonade Stand (summer)

06 [closed] 🎃 Trick or Treat Movie Night (fall/900 followers)

07 [open] 🎓 University AU (fall/winter/1100 followers)

[zumicho]

SOCIAL MEDIA AUs & FIC SERIES

matador

she’s the first female driver in formula one history to win the monaco grand prix. instead of a celebration, they replace her with a longtime rival. it sends her down a spiral no one can save her from. except maybe race engineer iwaizumi hajime.

𝜗𝜚 iwaizumi x reader ongoing

growing sideways

she takes work frustrations out on ao3, writing fics about the hot guy living next door — kita shinsuke. he helps fix roof leaks, kill pests, and stands up to their asshole landlord. unfortunately, having a spare key to her apartment leads him to read the monitor she forgot to shut down when she left.

𝜗𝜚 kita x reader ongoing

panorama

it’s been three years since tanaka & kiyoko tied the knot! as her family friend, you’re invited — as a bridesmaid to her vow renewal beach getaway on panorama island !! ♥︎

𝜗𝜚 interactive multi character x reader on hold

blueprints

who would’ve thought that someone who wants to build houses for a living was scared of building a home?

𝜗𝜚 architecture student akaashi x artist reader on hold

off the charts

you’re a radio show host engaged to a volleyball player. in a world where fate chooses your lover, he believes you’re his soulmate. so what if he’s not?

𝜗𝜚 sakusa x reader temporarily discontinued

stamped

your brother’s best friend is a travelling volleyball sensation. he sends him letters from every country he visits, & you could care less. till.. he starts addressing them to you.

𝜗𝜚 oikawa x reader completed

white denim overalls

you stopped believing in love the day your dad passed—leaving you to pay the debt left off from building his dream bakery. when your long term boyfriend breaks off a three year long relationship via text, you wonder if you have any more life left to live. heaven sends you a surprise ◡̈

𝜗𝜚 suna x reader completed

mousetrap

your longtime motto: keep to yourself! it’s year two of college, when dragged into deep drama — the unlikeliest of knights come to your rescue. that changes nothing. right?

𝜗𝜚 iwaizumi vs. akaashi x reader completed

ONESHOTS, DRABBLES

to be loved is to be remembered

𝜗𝜚 post argentina oikawa x reader

everyone adores you (at least I do)

𝜗𝜚 bokuto x reader

HEADCANONS

ukai vs dating

𝜗𝜚 karasuno

haikyuu hamilton recast

𝜗𝜚 multiple

carnival date headcanons

𝜗𝜚 karasuno + shiratorizawa

aquarium date headcanons

𝜗𝜚 karasuno + nekoma

© ZUMICHO 2024 all rights reserved. please do not repost, edit, or translate my works on any platform.

[bowandcurtsey]

When y/n tells them she's pregnant (haikyuu)

Happiest birthday to the hubby, Kuroo Tetsuro ♡￫ܫ￩♡ I'm keeping up with last year's tradition of writing a fic on his birthday <3

The my followers that have requested for the 1700 event, I'm working on them! although at a slower pace, since I've been busy IRL. And also because AU fics take longer to write heh!

Also, thank you for 1800 (o´ω`o)ﾉ♡

Kuroo | Bokuto | Sakusa | Ukai x f! reader tw: pregnancy

Kuroo Tetsuro

He was really really busy and had a few business trips so when you finally got to tell him, you were already into your pregnancy like 14 weeks.

He looked at you wide eyed with his mouth agape. And mind you, he still looked so handsome like that.

"baby, I-.." he trailed off and his body started to move towards you, instinctively or by his own will, you had no idea. but it was pretty funny to watch.

He was filled with so much emotions at the same time: firstly, his wife was already so many weeks pregnant and he only knew about it now, he already missed the first trimester with you and he feels so so so bad that he wasn't there for you.

Secondly, he was just so elated the love of his life, the woman of his dreams was carrying his child. you were pregnant. because of him and for him and the baby belongs to him and you belong to him.. He was just so happy.

And lastly, the idea of him being a dad.. He was excited yet a little scared at the same time. He thought about doing so many things with his baby. teaching him / her to ride a bike, to fly a kite and even to play volleyball. And he thought about having to care for and protect something for the rest of his life... would he be able to do it...?

"Tetsu," the sound of your voice made him focus on you, "we'll be okay."

You looked absolutely beautiful. He wrapped his arms around you. Carefully and gently, afraid of hurting you. "I love you so much, wifey. Thank you and I promise to love and protect the both of you forever."

He peppered your face in kisses, "we need to head out to buy baby stuffs soon, and we'll also need to register him or her in baby school.. Oh and we need to get a nanny..."

"Tetsu... calm down!"

Bokuto Koutaro

"huh?" was what he said.

"I'm pregnant, Kou."

"WHAT?!" he suddenly stood up and knocked down the chair he was sitting in. Thank god you decided to tell him at home or he'll make a ruckus outside. "HOW?"

He was a little out of his senses, and you had to give him the raised eyebrow. "What do you mean how?"

"I MEAN OH MY GOD BABY HOW BIG IS THE BABY?!"

"Kou, calm down!" you really had to tell him to stop and take a deep breath before telling him that you were only 8 weeks pregnant and that he needs to stop making a fuss.

And when he finally came to the realisation that you were going to be parents, he was over the moon. His grin was so huge, his lips was almost going to reach either side of his ears.

He wrapped you in a huge tight hug, "oh my god baby, I'm going to be a dad and you're gonna be a mom and we're going to raise a baby owl of our own!!"

"I'll teach him or her how to play volleyball! I'll go buy a soft volleyball tomorrow!"

"kou. it's way too early for that..."

"Why?! I can introduce it to them from your belly and they'll feel it, won't they?"

"I'm not to sure about that kou..."

"OH MY GOD BABY I'M GONNA CALL AKAASHI AND KUROO AND THE TEAM!!"

And off he goes spending an hour calling everyone and telling them the good news.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

He stared at you for so long, you had to wave in front of his face, "hello? anyone there?" you teased him.

He hugged you suddenly, catching you by surprise.

"I love you." he spoke so softly and gently, stroking the back of your head.

He pulled back and held your hands, "we need to think of a name."

"But dear, we don't even know the gender," you giggled, "i'm only 10 weeks in."

"we need to get ready. I'm going to decorate the nursery tomorrow."

"We still have time, let's take things slow, alright?"

"okay, please don't over exert yourself wifey." he stroked the top of your head and then he got up.

"Where are you going, ki?"

"I'm cleaning the house, we can't have you coming into contact with all the germs. It's gonna be dangerous for the baby."

You sighed a little, shaking your head because your husband has never changed since day 1.

"Also, I'm not letting Atsumu and Hinata and Bokuto near you. They are far too noisy for the baby."

You laughed, "would you take it a little more easy, honey?"

"yes I will. But baby please go wash your hands right now, and wear a mask if you need to head out." He then proceeded to take a small hand sanitiser and put it in your purse.

Ukai Keishin

He dropped his cigarette on the ground, picked it up immediately and put the fire out at once. He never smoked around you when you were pregnant.

"fuck," he smiled as he ran his hand through his hair, "we're gonna have a family, huh."

He was bursting with emotions and was smiling like a little kid who got his favourite candy.

He slowly walked over to you after composing himself and pressed a kiss on your lips before pulling you into a hug.

"I love you." he whispered into your hair.

You never saw it but he had tears brimming in the corner of his eyes.

"It's gonna be tough on you, baby..." he put his hand on your belly, gently caressing it, "I'll be here when you need me. Anything at your service."

"Don't you dare be difficult to your mom, or I'll kick your ass when you're out.." he spoke to your belly.

"I think it's too soon for him or her to understand, honey.."

"never too early to discipline them, baby!!" he said matter of factly, "heh. I'm gonna call gramps. he'll be happy to hear this."

[alicia-akuma]

Tobio Kageyama X Reader

Not edited or proof read

Kageyama and Hinata are fighting again, You and Yaichi don’t know what to do, Kiyoko has already gone home and so has Daichi and Suga.  Yamaguchi was helping clean up and Tsukishima sat there drinking his water and watching the fight going on between Tobio and Shoyo.  Yaichi eventually goes to help clean up, leaving you with the fighting boys. After she left, the fighting started to get to you, you were starting to tear up and eventually ran off.  Hinata saw you out of the corner of his eye and wanted to make sure you were ok, he told your boyfriend, Kageyama, and he forgot about the fight to find you.  He knew about what had happened between your parents when you were little and was really concerned about you. As soon as he found you, he was trying his best to comfort you. He was always by your side then as your only friend, and he’s always by your side now, as your boyfriend. After you stop crying he picks you up and takes you out into the jym, he sits down and puts you on his lap. As he does this, he hears the doors slam open, it was the coach, he had been looking for you. Your adoptive dad had been Ukai after your parents had called you useless and then put you up for adoption. He walks over to you and Tobio, he sees that you had been crying and that you were clinging onto Tobio like your life depended on it. Ukai said it was alright for you to spend the night with Kageyama and that he would bring you clothes to change into. After you receive your clothes, Tobio takes you to his place. You go into the bathroom and change, as Tobio sits in his room. You walk out in a shirt with sports shorts and an oversized hoodie he had given you. You both lay in his room and watch movies until you fall asleep.

This is really old but I needed something to post, so here it is.

[tiramizuloz]

Bad grade

summary: the formula to fix somoene's bad mood on a hot day is to 1. give them their favorite ice cream 2. tell them encouring words that no one has told them before!

pairing: kageyama x gn reader!

a/n: I wrote something small because school is starting soon and I'm not ready for it.. :/

Sakanoshita Market is right behind you. The sun is shining harshly and making you feel worse than you already do. You stare at the paper in front of you. You could feel incipient tears build up in your eyes the more you stare at the test. 75%.. You can just feel the scolding you will get when you get home. 

Suddenly, hands grab the test from your hands. “C’mon Y/n!! Stop sulking, the grade won't get better the more you look at it!” Hinata says and shakes his head. Tsukishima huffs and looks at you. “At least you don’t have 32% like a certain redhead idiot.” The redhead idiot turns to the blonde guy and starts jumping around “Eh?! Who are you calling an idiot, Saltyshima?” 

Yamaguchi looks at the two and sighs “Stop it before Ukai comes and yells at us again!” The bickering continues and Hinata throws around your disappointing test while arguing with Tsukishima. You feel something cold in your hands and when you look to your side you see Kageyama with an ice cream in his mouth. He looks at you and then averts his eyes away. “You know.. your grade isn’t bad and I know you can always fix it. Uhm.. I believe in you.”

You don’t know whether it’s from the hot weather or because of his words, but you can feel something warm form on your cheeks. A smile creeps on your face and you giggle. “Thanks Kageyama.. I.. I needed that!” A little smile comes on his lips and he nods. You're glad that at least someone believes in you. You will definitely get yelled at by your dad, but for now you forget about those thoughts and enjoy the moment with your friends.

© tiramizuloz all rights reserved. do not repost, modify, steal, plagiarize, or translate my works on any platform.

[5iyoomi]

> Haikyuu

Last Updated: September 24, 2024

Key: Fluff (🩷), Angst (🥀), Suggestive (💋), Smut (🌶️), Timeskip (🕔)

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★ = Dark Content/Read Warnings!!

— General

how they kiss you [hcs] | various x gn!Reader

part 1 — koganegawa, kenma, kageyama, atsumu, oikawa [🩷/💋]

part 2 — sugawara, shirabu, semi, akaashi [🩷]

comforting you after a bad day [drabbles] | various x gn!Reader

osamu, ushijima, tsukishima, oikawa, daishou, yaku [🩷/🕔]

how they eat you out [hcs/drabbles] | various x fem!Reader

kinoshita, hoshiumi, matsukawa, kita [🌶️]

— Other

haiba alisa.

N/A

yamamoto akane.

N/A

yamaka mika.

N/A

tanaka saeko.

N/A

— Aoba Johsai

oikawa tooru.

N/A

matsukawa issei.

biological dad!Mattsun x fem!Reader [drabble] - [🌶️/🕔] ★ incest

iwaizumi hajime.

N/A

kindaichi yuutarou.

N/A

kyoutani kentarou.

N/A

kunimi akira.

N/A

hanamaki takahiro.

N/A

— Nekoma

kuroo tetsurou.

N/A

morisuke yaku.

N/A

yamamoto taketora.

N/A

kozume kenma.

N/A

fukunaga shouhei.

N/A

haiba lev.

N/A

shibayama yuuki.

N/A

inuoka sou.

N/A

— Nohebi

daishou suguru.

N/A

kuguri naoyasu.

N/A

numai kazuma.

N/A

— Date Tech

koganegawa kanji.

N/A

aone takanobu.

N/A

futakuchi kenji.

N/A

— Fukurodani

akaashi keiji.

N/A

bokuto koutarou.

bokuatsu hcs [hcs/drabbles] - [🩷/🌶️/🕔]

sarukui yamato.

N/A

konoha akinori.

N/A

komi haruki.

N/A

— Shiratorizawa

ushijima wakatoshi.

just like that [fic] | ushijima x fem!Reader x tendou - [🌶️]

tendou satori.

just like that [fic] | ushijima x fem!Reader x tendou - [🌶️]

goshiki tsutomu.

N/A

semi eita.

N/A

ohira reon.

N/A

shirabu kenjiro.

N/A

— Itachiyama

sakusa kiyoomi.

N/A

komori motoya.

pet play [drabble] | x fem!Reader - [🌶️/🕔]

— Kamomedai

hoshiumi kourai.

boyfriend hcs [hcs/drabbles] | x gn!Reader - [🩷/🌶️]

hirugami sachirou.

N/A

— Inarizaki

kita shinsuke.

N/A

ojiro aran.

N/A

miya atsumu.

forbidden relationship [drabble] - [💋/🕔] ★ osaatsu/miyacest

bokuatsu hcs [hcs/drabbles] - [🩷/🌶️/🕔]

miya osamu.

touch starved!Osamu x fem!Reader [hcs/drabbles] - [🌶️/🩷/🕔]

forbidden relationship [drabble] - [💋/🕔] ★ osaatsu/miyacest

suna rintarou.

N/A

— Johzenji

terushima yuuji.

N/A

misaki hana.

N/A

— Karasuno

sawamura daichi.

N/A

sugawara koushi.

N/A

azumane asahi.

N/A

nishinoya yuu.

N/A

tanaka ryuunosuke.

N/A

ennoshita chikara.

N/A

narita kazuhito.

N/A

kinoshita hisashi.

N/A

yamaguchi tadashi.

N/A

tsukishima kei.

N/A

kageyama tobio.

in your arms [fic] | x fem!Reader - [🌶️/🕔]

hinata shouyou.

N/A

ukai keishin.

N/A

takeda ittetsu.

N/A

shimizu kiyoko.

N/A

yachi hitoka.

N/A

[honeystwiggypeach]

Wedlock!

Ukai Keishin x Pregnant Reader

Prologue: Growing up you had been surrounded by the not so friendly rivalry between Nekomata and Ukai sr. so naturally as Nekomata’s daughter you had a playful rivalry with Ukai senior’s son, Keishin…yes rivalry, and not some ‘you hate me but I love you so I pretend to hate you too’ relationship…well maybe that was the relationship type because low and behold a few years after you get out of college you find yourself willingly sharing a bed with said rival, even making breakfast with him…and going to ultrasound appointments?

I would also like to say that a lot of the details and some plot points are from a conversation I had with @angelicalcutefairy who writes beautifully!!

Chapter Index:

Chapter one- The Smell of Cigarettes

Chapter two- No Specific Outcome

Chapter three- Results

Chapter four- Reality Sets In

Chapter five- Meeting Keishin’s Parents

Chapter six- Second Meetings of Parents

Chapter seven- Last Minute

Chapter eight- Training Camp

Chapter nine- Betrayl

Chapter ten- Anymore Stress

Chapter eleven- Planning

Chapter twelve- Baby Bump

Chapter thirteen- Last of Many Open Houses

Chapter fourteen- Shopping

Chapter fifteen- Invitation

Chapter sixteen- Today

Chapter seventeen- Surprise

Mmmm I don’t know if this is clear or not but the reader is supposed to be the daughter of Nekomata!

[strawberrykake]

Deja Vu

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

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

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

bride!reader x groom!ukai keishin

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

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

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

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

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

The sight alone makes your heart feel full.

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

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

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

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

The jitters he felt before were long gone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let’s goooo!!” One bellows.

“The Ukais!!” Another cheers.

“Yeahh, Mr. and Mrs. Coach!!”

“Their last name is not coach!”

“Wait what?!”

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

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

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[shinchirosweetheart]

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He ugly cries the first time he holds his child. Promises of protecting this small life forever spew out of his mouth in torrents of whispers as he coddles your baby. The nurse had to rip the child out of his arms to get the baby cleaned up. He scowled at the nurse, confessing to you later on how he thinks that nurse looks shoddy as hell. You laugh it off as the special glow on your husband's face makes all that labor pain worth it.

Back home with the baby, Ukai Keishin refuses to put the child down. Be it having lunch or going to sleep, or even watching television, the child is cuddled close to his chest.

Your phone gallery is filled with sneakily taken pictures of him snoring on the sofa while your child snores on his chest. Your favorite one though is the one where your child woke up mid-sleep, looked around, crawled up over his face, and fell asleep there. Although he woke up due to the suffocation, the image you captured would forever remain as your wallpaper and lock screen.

The baby is easily a daddy’s lil one. It’s spoilt rotten by Keishin, to the point that your child wants nothing to do with the ground now. It loathes the ground and sends stink-eyed glares at its feeding chair and the walking chair. It wails like a banshee the moment you make it stand, folding its legs like paper and sending poor puppy eyes at Keishin.

This goes on to the point you have to become strict with both, father and child. And when Keishin coaxes it, the baby finally relents and starts crawling around.

He looks at his child proudly, eyes gleaming with a newfound emotion as he watches his kid wreak havoc in the entire living room. He made it. HE made something so perfect. And when he tells you this, you bonk him on the head. You made this. This was solely your project. He just lent you a sperm. Nothing else.

And the moment it takes its first baby step, Keishin is over the moon, replaying the video you took over and over again, sending it to as many people as possible, gloating about it to anyone willing to hear, and being a cringe in general.

As the child grows and starts talking and babbling a lot, Keishin starts having these little arguments with it. He asks the child about its opinion on something, and the child of course answers passionately, giving it all the teeny tiny four teeth it has in its mouth. And he nods at the kid’s ramblings, sometimes playing along and sometimes arguing with it. Either way, you know your kid will grow up with a lot of opinions and stuff to say.

The only time when he isn't with the child is when he is at work or he is smoking. The child, the little devil that he calls it, loves disturbing Keishin during his smoke time. It loves watching its dad’s eyes widen as he sees it crawling into the backyard, shuffling around to press the cigarette to the ashtray, and rapidly flailing his arms to dispel the smoke. He would be damned if his precious little angel inhaled even a speck of tobacco on his watch.

Keishin loves dropping his child at school, taking pride in his child even if it is barely passing any of its classes. He teaches it volleyball from a very young age and is pleasantly surprised when he realizes that his child just might have an inclination for the sport.

He took his child to a volleyball club practice once and the child ditched him for the team. Upset by this, he never again brought the child despite its puppy dog eyes and the boys pleading with him numerous times to bring baby-chan back. Mf didn’t even tell the kids the baby’s name.

"Oi!" He calls out.

Your headpops out of the kitchen, instinctually thinking it's you he's calling out to.

But a smile creeps up your face when you catch sight of him looking at your baby. The poor thing is trying hard to roll over, kicking it's chubby feet and hands and wiggling like a little worm.

When it succeeds in rolling over, it crawls to Keishin as fast as infantly possible.

"Hey babe!" Keishin greets you when he notices you standing by the door. "Wanna join us? Th match starts in five."

You wipe your palms on the apron, realising since you're almost done with the chores, you might as well join the father-child pair in this session of less game watching and more hooting and screaming at the players. They both always turned into a rowdy duo when the game starts.

So nodding your head, you tell him to go ahead while you get the popcorn. And when you do join them, Keishin pulls you snug beside him, one arm looping around your shoulders while the other holds the baby steady on his lap. The child is too far gone into the bright light of the television to notice your arrival.

But when the baby notices your presence, it quickly wiggles out of its daddy's hold and crawls into your lap, making itself comfortable on you.

"Hmph," Keishin scoffs, "little traitor."

You giggle at his grumpy tone. "Come on, Keishin. You know they love you the most."

He scoffs again, "No. This devil changes sides the moment anyone else is available. I'm just the last resort." He mumbles.

You lean over to press a kiss to his cheek, "Well, the last resort is always the most trusted one."

That makes him smile. He turns to you, pressing his lips to yours for a long second before whispering against your lips, "What about you? Am I your last resort too?"

You roll your eyes, this man was such a praise hoarder. "You are my only resort, Keishin." He grins at you, swooping in for another kiss.

You await his lips with bated breath and closed eyes, but what meets your lips is a sticky palm. Opening your eyes, you find your baby standing on your lap and pressing it's saliva covered palms against both of your lips.

"Nuh~" it commands and both of your eyes widen as you register your child's first proper words.

[captainstiddies]

you heard the lady; ukai keishin x reader

a/n: inspired by this post

includes: fluff, established relationship, its legit just gf w baby showing up at practice.

It wasn't that Keishin was hiding you per se, but he was definitely avoiding introducing you and your daughter to Karasuno. He liked that his worlds were separate, and he also really liked not having to deal with Karasuno's questions about you and Akari.

Akari had been fussy all day, constantly babbling about her dad and you could hardly blame her, you were also becoming a little stir crazy, it wouldn't hurt to send him a text forewarning your boyfriend that you would be bringing your two-year-old around during their break. But unknown to you Keishin's phone had died and he wouldn't have any clue.

As you made your way to the gym Akari's little squeals of joy grew louder and more frequent almost as she could sense her dad's closeness. Pushing the stroller closer to the entrance you watched as kids filed out waiting patiently until it seemed as all of the team had left. Taking your daughter from her stroller, cooing at her chubby little face you walked through the doors.

"Surprise! Say hi daddy!" Keishin's head whipped towards you, ready to guide you back out but seeing his little girl squeal and reach towards him he couldn't help the cheesy smile that grew on his lips. "Hi baby girl, hello!" Taking your daughter into his arms he tossed her up a couple times bathing in the sound of her giggles before setting her on his hip. "Whatcha doing here babes? Practice doesn't end for another hour." Eyes glance towards the door as he played with the edge of your daughter's shorts, as she completely oblivious to her father's anxiousness pulled on his hair.

"She wanted her daddy, and I had to agree, I was missing you more than usual." Wrapping your arms around his free side you tickled your daughter's side. "We'll be gone before practice starts up-" Almost as if the universe just enjoyed seeing Keishin panic the entire team marched in, more so followed Noya as he screamed about a new move he had invented but they all came to a halt as their coach came into view a baby on his hip and a beautiful person standing by his side. "Yo, Coach is that your baby?" Tanaka laughed as the entire team stared at the trio, and almost in an instant Keishin's voice came back to him, removing his arm from around you he pointed at the team. "Your break's over! Go do drills, and the next person to make a comment does an extra five laps!" Right as he finished and the boys went to move, your daughter's tiny arm poked out loud makeshift words left her lips until she broke out in giggles. Even Ukai couldn't help the laugh that left him eyes peering at the teenagers who were holding in their own laughs. "You heard the lady!"

i hope you enjoyed this, it's pretty short but i couldn't get that post out of my head!!! this might become a lil series.

[ceijoh]

you get jealous of their manager

relationship: daichi x f!reader

content/warning: angst, fluff, smut, dry humping, daichi letting the reader use him

summary: you get jealous of their manager

notes: I just could not for the life of me make the reader jealous of Kiyoko and Yachi because I love them too much to put them into that position, so for Daichi’s one I just made an excuse to have a temporary manager. 

masterlist | atsumu & matsukawa’s part | kuroo’s part | bokuto’s part 

You were sitting by the wall, watching with Yachi as Kiyoko showed the temporary manager the ropes of her position on the team. 

She was going away for a little bit with her family, as Kiyoko’s father needed to go overseas and wanted to bring his family. 

Coach Ukai was at first fine with Yachi but seeing at how new she was to the job, and with tournaments coming up, he knew that she needed another hand 

They asked you first, mostly because you spent your free time with the team, helping out when you can. And secondly, because you were dating Daichi. 

And you would have done it if not for your own club responsibilities, and your academic responsibilities. 

That’s where Michimiya came in. 

As she was the previous captain for the girls volleyball team, it was easy for her to get into the role because it was similar to what she did before 

You were all for it, you knew of her from what the team told you, and the one time you watched them play . 

She was kind and funny, and you did genuinely like her, I mean why would you not like her? What reason was there?

But as you watched her and Daichi laugh about something, once again you couldn’t control your hatred for the girl. 

It didn’t help that you knew she was in love with him, or had a massive crush on him before the two of you dated. 

And you could feel the longing stare from her every time you and Daichi were ever near her. 

“Oi,” you were brought out of your thoughts when you felt a flick on your forehead. Seeing Tsukishima in front of you, you pushed his hand away. “Stop being jealous and help me with this.” 

“You can’t treat me like that, I’m your senior.” 

“Not with that maturity,” Tsukishima responded and handed you the tangled net. “You’re being stupid.” 

You heard Yachi gasped in offence for you and you gave her a small smile, silently thanking her for her support, and showing that you’ve got this. 

“And pray do tell how I’m being stupid?” You narrowed your eyes at Tsukishima as you detangled the net. 

He rolled his eyes, and briefly looked at his captain and his temporary manager, “Because everyone can see how much you two are so disgustingly in love with each other.” 

“That’s true,” Yachi piped up, watching as the two of you were not really detangling anything, more like playing tug of war while pretending to detangle the net. “Everyone knows that the two of you are meant to be together. We can’t wait for your wedding!” 

Your eyes widened, and your grip on the net loosened causing Tsukishima to pull particularly hard and you tripping falling on him. 

“Tch,” you heard but you were still thankful that he didn’t let you fall on your face. 

“That was your fault!” You spoke as you helped yourself up. 

“Did you want me to let you fall?” 

You grumbled, “No.” 

“Then be thankful.” 

You pinched his arm and received an “Oi” in response, giggling along with Yachi. 

“What’s going on here?” 

Your laughter stopped, and so did Yachi’s at the sound of Daichi’s voice. 

It sounded nice, polite and pleasant and you knew that it was anything but that. 

It was his dad lecture mode voice (as you and Yachi have dubbed it)

“We were untangling the net,” you explained, looking at the net between you and Tsukishima. 

Daichi narrowed his eyes briefly and nodded. 

He looked at Tsukishima once and you followed his gaze, seeing that the blonde boy had a smug smirk on his lips. 

Daichi turned back around to you, the air around him turning into something heavy. 

“(Y/N), I need you to stay back after practice. There’s something in the club room that I need help with.” It wasn’t a question, or a request from your boyfriend. You knew that tone particularly well. You gulped and you knew it was audible by the snicker from Tsukishima. 

“Oh, I can help you,” you couldn’t help but clench your jaw as soon as you heard her voice. “I don’t want (Y/L/N)-san, to go out of her way.”

You looked at Daichi who didn’t pay attention to Michimiya and instead never took his eyes off you. 

“Thank you Yui-san, but I need (Y/N) for this.” 

You could see the sadness and hurt flicker through her face for a moment before she masked it with her usual smile and cheery demeanor. 

You couldn’t help but feel happy. 

What was wrong with you? 

You watched as Daichi moved to the other end of the gym, not even awaiting your response. You could see from his back that he was tense. 

Jesus, were you in for it. 

Your eyes landed on Michimiya who was following Daichi with her eyes. Once he with Coach Ukai, she turned back around and caught your eye. 

You gave her a tight lipped smile, and she returned a wry smile, now finding her clipboard more appealing than anything. Quickly, she moved towards Kiyoko. 

“You’re welcome,” Tsukishima smugly spoke into your ear. 

Turning to him, you looked at him expectantly. He rolled his eyes, “Now you can deal with whatever is going on with the two of you.” 

A teasing smile was brought on your face, “Awe, Tsukki, don’t tell me you care.” 

“Tch,” he rolled his eyes and threw the net at you.

--

It was a tense walk up to the club room as you followed Daichi up the stairs. 

Everyone else has already left, Tsukishima giving you a knowing smirk, and Michimiya staying around longer than necessary, somehow knowing what was going to happen. 

“Are we going to talk about why you’re so distant with me lately?” Daichi asked as soon as he closed the door. You heard the brief click of him locking it. 

Damn Daichi and his stupid knack for being perceptive. 

You turned around feigning ignorance. “What do you mean?” 

He crossed his arms and right then you knew what his team mates felt like when they were receiving the infamous Daichi lecture. 

“I mean the fact that you’ve been ignoring me every time you come to practice, the fact that every time I try to touch you, you move away from me.” 

He took a step forward and you felt the room close in on you. 

“I mean the fact that every time Yui-San and I have a conversation I can feel your glare from across the room.”

You fiddled with the hem of your school shirt. You know that you needed to say something.

“I don’t like the fact that we’re having this distance between us, I thought that,” you heard him huff and took a peak at him. 

Daichi pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. 

“I thought that if we had any problems we would talk about it with each other first.”

“You have so much in common with her!” You blurted out at Daichi. “And I hate it!” 

“What? Volleyball? The fact that we’re third-years?” 

Okay, maybe your reasoning was stupid. But love made you stupid. Right? 

“I didn’t realise that’s what it took for a relationship to work.” 

You glared at Daichi’s sarcasm and began to pout. You slid down the wall.

Just because you’re reasoning was stupid doesn’t mean that your feelings were not justified. 

“It doesn’t matter whether I have things in common with her or not,” he kneeled down to where you were on the floor. 

“It’s not her that I want, it’s not her that I want to wake up to for my early morning message. It’s not her that I want visiting me during practice, or sitting next to me at lunch. Or holding my hand when I walk down the hallway.” 

“It’s not her that I want to start my future with. It’s you.” 

You knew those words weren’t said carelessly by Daichi, he never did say anything that didn’t hold any value. 

You still felt small, despite the words of assurance Daichi just spoke to you. 

“You and her have history together, Dai, and every time I look at the two of you I can’t help but think that you two look so much better together, that you fit well.” 

So this is what it was all about. 

Daichi raised his brows. He thought at the start of your relationship he squashed whatever negative thoughts you had of him and Michimiya. 

He knew that Michimiya had a crush on him, from the way Asahi and Suga kept on teasing him. And while he wasn’t the most perceptive when it came to romantic feelings, he knew that she felt something for him.

His heart felt heavy for a second, knowing that you were feeling this way. 

“I don’t think that I would be this unsettled if it was another person flirting with you, it’s because of her.” 

Daichi was quiet for a moment. He knew that this situation was tricky, your feelings were on the line, and he never once wanted you to ever doubt his feelings for you. 

Wordlessly, he moved closer to you, lifting and placing each of your legs by his hips. Drawing you closer, he looked at you seriously. 

“She has a one-sided history with me, I was too busy pining for you to ever have anything going on with her,” he pulled you closer so you were now straddling him. 

It was true, while he may have entertained the idea of possibly starting a relationship with Michimiya due to the push from his friends, once you transferred to Karasuno every other girl left his mind except you. 

Gazing at your features, Daichi couldn’t help but feel the butterflies in his stomach. 

It happened more often than not when he was with you. 

“ I don’t want her,” a small peck on your lips. “I don’t want anyone else but you,” he moved his lips towards your neck, and you clenched your hands tightly. A small nip, and a kiss was placed on the left side of your neck, “not now,” his hands started caressing your back, moving towards the curve of your ass. A small kiss to the valley of your breast, and once again his gaze was back on you. “Not ever.” 

You couldn’t help but shudder, you didn’t know whether it was from his voice, the words he said, the fact that he was now playing with the hem of your underwear, and you knew that he could tell you were wet. 

“Got that, sweetheart?” 

Not pleased with how you weren’t responding, he squeezed the flesh of your ass. 

“(Y/N),” another shudder from how his voice was so deep. “Use your words.”

Feeling suddenly shy, you looked down but Daichi grasped your chin making you look at him. 

“Yes,” you nodded. 

Displeased with your vague answer, with his other hand he squeezed your ass one more time. “Yes, what?” 

“Yes, sir. I understand.” 

and that seemed to satisfy him. 

You wanted so desperately to just grind so you could feel something. Before you could do anything you were pulled forward. 

Surprised, you looked at Daichi who was now on the ground, your hands on his chest feeling the fast thrum of his heartbeat. 

He took one hand off your ass and held yours against his chest, “Feel that? Only ever beats like that for you. No one else.” 

You nodded again. 

“Now, I want you to remember that every time you look at me and her talking that this is what I’m thinking of,” he pushed up with his hips and a moan came bubbling from your throat. 

Moving forward you captured his lips with yours, both of his hands moving to now cupping your ass tightly. 

You moved yourself up his body, your hands moving to his hair, gripping it as you desperately tried to get any kind of friction going on in your bottom half. 

“Want you Dai,” you pulled away from him, pulling him up and removing his jersey. Raking your hands down his chest, you smiled as you heard a deep moan come from him.

 You rocked your hips, desperate for some kind of release. 

“Take whatever you want from me,” you heard him mumble as he started working on removing your blouse. “I’m yours.” 

Once your blouse was removed, along with your bra, Daichi’s mouth moved to pepper kisses along your breasts. 

“Yeah,” you moaned, as you pushed him closer to you. “Mine.” 

Your arms wrapped around his head, and you felt him suck a hickey on your left breast, then moving to the right. You were soaked, and you knew that if you got off his lap right now that you would see it.

“Gonna cum, Dai,” panting, humping him as hard as you possibly can, “wanna cum,” you pleaded.

Quickening your actions, Daichi watched you as you used him like a toy. The only thing important right now was your pleasure. 

He gritted his teeth as your fingers tangled with his hair and pulled tightly, as you ground your hips down. 

Moaning into his ear as the hardness of his cock prodded against your clit, his hands landed on your hips, and he helped you as he took control of your movements, knowing just how you like it. 

“Only you can get me like this, only you will see me like this.” 

[illegal-spiegel]

bet you won’t do it

Pairing: Keishin Ukai x f!reader

Genre: fluff, slight angst?

Warnings: uh none?

Summary: You lose a bet to the one and only Keishin Ukai and you owe him >:)

Word Count: 4.8k words

A/N: This is for @crybabycrisis's collab!! To be honest I finished this fic like a week after I joined it but I only just now got around to posting it aflheafhak I had a lot of fun writing this!!

“Bet you won’t do it.”

“What?” Keishin asks with widened eyes as he turns to look at you, cigarette hanging from his lips and his brow raised high.

To be fair, you’re both drunk when this all conspires.

“I said ‘I bet you won’t do it,’ chicken,” you challenge, smirking at him. Why are you doing this? You don’t want to do this.

His brow only raises higher, but now he’s looking at you with the confidence only a Ukai can pull off without looking arrogant. In other words, he looks hot. Then again, he always does. But especially right now. His hair is a little messy from his hands running through it and his head being tossed back from how hard he was laughing. His pupils are dilated and his eyelids are heavy from the alcohol coursing through him. His lips—god, his lips; the same lips you’ve wanted to kiss since you were thirteen years old—are a little chapped, but they’re so red, and you just know they’d taste good. Well, right now they’d probably taste like the beer he’s been drinking for the past few hours. You’re sure that the devil himself made this cherry red apple and dropped it right in front of you, taunting that you can’t have it and that if you do, there will be dire consequences.

And consequences there would be if you were to give in to your desires and just kiss him stupid.

“Me? Chicken? Ha! Okay then. What do I need to do to prove you wrong?”

“Go over to that woman you’re drooling over and ask her out,” you reply with an even bigger smirk despite the fact that you’re dying a little inside. He’s been looking past you all night and when you finally looked, a woman was sitting there drinking alone.

“That all?” he asks smoothly after a beat of hesitation, that same old spark in his eyes, the eyes you fell in love with, the eyes that are a dark brown like the chocolate he claims he’s not obsessed with. “What do I get if I win?”

“Well, what do you want?” you ask, taking a sip of your fifth drink. You wanted to tell him “Whatever you want from me,” and hope that he asks for a date, your hand in marriage, your body, literally anything. You know he would never though. You two have known each other for too long for him to suddenly start falling for you now.

You missed your chance a long time ago.

“Hm…” he hums before taking a drag of his cig, holding the smoke in for a moment before letting it out. His eyes shift this way and that to try and spot something to help him think of an answer. “How about you teach my boys after school every day?” This causes you to pause from taking another drink, it being your turn to let your eyes go wide.

“What? Teach them some manners since you clearly don’t have any?” you joke, averting your eyes as you toss your head back to take a drink, hoping he’ll drop it.

Of course, he doesn’t.

“(Y/n), you know what I meant.”

“Teach them volleyball? Why?”

He removes the cigarette from his mouth completely, clenching it between two fingers. “Because you’re just as good as me, a professional even! You were there right beside me when dad trained me and taught me everything I know! You were the one who helped me when I didn’t get something and made me better, made me the man I am today! You were there for all my games and I yours!” he says loudly, letting everyone sitting outside with you know that he’s drunk out of his mind.

“That doesn’t—I’m not—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can! (Y/n), I know how good you are. What happened to you was tragic, and I know you don’t like talking about it, but just think of how good it will feel to teach others how to play and help them grow better just like you did for me all those years ago. Think about how it’ll feel to step out onto that court again!”

Ah, your accident. It happened in your last year of high school. You were probably one of the best volley players in the country and, baby, you were going to go places. Well, that was until your very last game. You weren’t thinking straight because you were so nervous. Everything was riding on that game, on you winning that game, and you did something you shouldn’t have. And now you’re paying the price. Your heart broke that day and with you so torn up about it, it only made sense for Keishin, your best friend, to be heartbroken too. He was going to quit playing with you, but you told him that if he even thought about quitting volleyball again just because you couldn’t play anymore, you’d leave his life for good. That was enough of a threat to never make him speak of it again. He ended up playing throughout college and even after graduating, and you were there for every game cheering him on. You couldn’t have been more proud of him.

“(Y/n), c’mon. If I win this bet, you have to come in and teach them for a month,” he bargains, returning the shortened stick to his mouth and inhaling.

“A month?” you ask incredulously.

“Yup!” he replies, popping the last letter.

“And what will you be doing while I’m doing your job, oh great and wise one?” you ask with a playful roll of your eyes.

“I’ll be there cheering you on, of course,” he replies with a grin that almost blinds you. Wait, are you having a heart attack? Oh. No, that’s just your heart trying to fly out of your chest and into his hands. Stupid heart. He already has your love and more. He’s your everything.

“Fine. You have to ask her for her number,” you agree, placing your elbow onto the table and offering him your hand to shake. “But if I win, you have to…” you trail off, staring into his eyes with squinted ones. “You have to make me dinner,” you decide. Crap, does that sound like too much of a date? God, how much more obvious could you get?

“Dinner?” he asks, his brow reaching his hairline. “Is that all? Jeez, (Y/n), you’ve lost your touch,” he teases, finishing his cigarette before rubbing the end out into the tray in between you both.

“It’ll be more than just that,” you explain with an eye roll before freezing, realizing how that sounds. When you look up from your drink at him, you find his smirk has turned dark, the glint in his eyes having a new meaning now.

“Oh? You gonna show me a good time, (L/n)?” he purrs, winking at you. You grow flustered under his gaze and smooth words, quickly turning your head away to, hopefully, hide your reaction. It didn’t matter though since he knows you like the back of his hand. He could know how you’d react to that with his eyes closed.

“Shut up! I meant we’d also watch a movie or go for a walk, or something! You and I both know you can’t cook, so you never do it for me! I just figured I’d torture you with having to make me a full course meal!” you hiss out, hoping he’ll just let it go. He chuckles at you and leans back in his chair, taking a final swig of his drink before standing up.

“You’re on. No take backsies!” he shouts, pulling your hand in his—and how are his hands so warm?—as he gives you a firm handshake before leaving your table and sauntering over to the woman. You watch for about ten seconds before spinning back around in your seat, feeling something mean and vile slide through you. You’re such an idiot.

You’re chugging down the rest of your drink when he comes back over with a swagger in his step, letting you know before he’s even spoken that he’s won. You knew he’d win anyway. Who would ever say no to him?

“Done and done. I shall see you at campus on Monday.”

And your fate has been sealed.

You take a deep breath as you walk onto campus, heading the familiar way to the gym. You’ve been here a number of times, but never when his boys are here. You’ve always just met him outside to drop off some dinner for him or a new volleyball and went about your day.

And you’ve definitely never strutted up and tried to tell these boys how to play their sport.

God, what was Keishin thinking? These guys are going to eat you alive! You haven’t even played the dumb sport in eight years. You’re probably so rusty and you’ll just make a fool out of yourself.

When you reach the gym, you take another deep breath and shake out your hands before walking inside. You check your phone for the time when you see that practice is apparently in full swing. Were you late?

“Welcome to hell, soldier,” you hear a voice behind you, instantly recognizing the deep timbre. You spin around to find Keishin smiling at you, reminding you too much of a cat that’s finally caught his mouse.

“Haha,” you say sarcastically, shoving his chest and watching as he barely reacts to it. “How late am I?’ you ask.

“What?” he asks before looking over your shoulder to find the boys already on the floor and hitting the volleyball back and forth over the net. “Oh. We haven’t started yet.” Your brows go up in surprise at his words, turning to look over your shoulder at the boys again. Oh. “You’re actually just in time. C’mon, I’ll introduce you.”

And with that, he wraps his arm around your shoulder and leads you further inside the gym. You try to ignore how warm he is and how his cologne is starting to make your legs feel like jelly. “Alright!” he shouts once he’s pulled you two to a stop, making you jump, which causes him to chuckle down at you. He moves behind you and places his hands onto your shoulders, your back pressed to his chest. Oh god, oh god, oh god.

All the boys stop and turn to look at him, freezing upon spotting you. You look them all over, doing your best to put names to faces but not having much luck. You’ve been to a couple of their games but could never see their names on their jerseys from how far away you always end up sitting. It doesn’t help that you either have to leave before the game is over or can’t stick around for the afterparty because of your job. You always go out and celebrate with Keishin though. You like to listen to him brag about how good his boys played and what they need to work on.

“Boys, this is (L/n) (Y/n). She’ll be coming to practice every day to whip you boys in shape! She-”

“Is this your girlfriend, Coach Ukai?” one short boy with pointy hair asks, his hand raised high. Your face burns as hot as embers at the question, your gaze turning away to the side to avoid everyone’s eyes. Unbeknownst to you, a little color comes to Keishin’s cheeks too.

“That is none of your business,” he replies calmly. Oh, he didn’t say no. What are you saying, of course he didn’t indulge the poor boy. He just got a hot girl’s number two days ago, after all.

“Well, if she isn’t, you’re very stupid, sir. Respectfully,” another boy with a shaved head speaks up with his hand also raised, standing next to the boy who spoke up first. He looks at you with such a fond look, you swear you could see hearts in his eyes. This doesn’t help your flustered state at all.

“Respectfully, you can go run ten laps,” Keishin replies, an odd tone in his voice. When you tilt your head back to look up at him, he’s staring at the boy with a look you can’t decipher. When the lanky boy doesn’t move, Keishin’s eyes squint. “Now.” His tone seems to be enough for the boy to get a move on, his face showing his shock and fear. “Anyone else want to make a comment?” He pauses and no one else dares to speak. “Good. Let’s start then. Everyone off the court.”

He removes his hands from you and walks over to a boy with brown hair and a one on his jersey, taking the volleyball from him. So he’s the captain, got it. “Line up!” he shouts, the boys rushing about to get into a line by the outer lines of the court, other than the one who is still running laps. You follow after Keishin, giving the boys shy, nervous smiles when they make eye contact with you. You stand beside Keishin and take the volleyball from him when he passes it to you.

“Alright. All of you introduce yourselves. Say your name, year, and position.”

The boy he took the ball from steps up out of line first, sending you a sweet smile. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you, Ms. (L/n). My name is Daichi Sawamura and I’m a third year. I’m the Captain, and I play as the wing spiker and opposite hitter,” he says politely before bowing and stepping back into line. His kindness makes you relax a bit, a more genuine smile coming to your face.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you, Daichi.”

Two more third years introduce themselves in a similar way before getting back into line. The boy who spoke up first when you walked in suddenly steps forward, his spine straight and his head held high. “Hello, miss! My name is Yū Nishinoya! I’m a second year! My position is the libero! You are very pretty!” he shouts before bowing very dramatically before stepping back into line. You notice that some of the other boys start snickering at the last part. You blush at the compliment, but your smile falters when you repeat his words in your head.

Libero.

“Thank you, Noya,” you reply, remembering what Keishin always calls him. He gasps and lights up when you use his nicknames, his eyes twinkling as bright as stars, causing you to smile again.

Just then, the boy that was running laps stops and comes to stand right beside Noya, his chest rising and falling quickly as he tries to catch his breath. “Hi. I’m Ryūnosuke Tanaka. Second year. Wing spiker, outside hitter,” he pants out, making his words very choppy. Keishin rolls his eyes but you just giggle, giving him a wave. He perks up at this and stands much taller now. “I also think you’re very pretty!” Ah, so he must be the flirt of the group.

“Thank you,” you say with a giggle.

Three more second years speak up before two boys move forward at the same time. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”

“What am I doing? What are you doing, stupid!”

“I’m not the one being stupid, stupid!”

“Oh yeah, real mature!”

Before the other could reply, Keishin is yelling at them to “can it.” They zip it up and turn to face you again, rigid as soldiers. They couldn’t look more different. One is short with fiery hair while the other is tall and has a resting bitch face. Their dynamic makes you smile. It reminds you of two youngins that didn’t act too much differently than they did. You glance at Keishin just as one of them starts speaking.

“Hello. My name is Tobio Kageyama. I’m a first year and I’m a setter.” Ah, so he’s the other setter in the group. That must be hard for one of them and from what you know, Kageyama is a force to be reckoned with on the court.

“Hi! It’s really nice to meet you, Ms. (L/n)! I’m Shōyō Hinata! I’m a first year and I’m a middle blocker! Oh! And a decoy!” Your brow approaches your hairline at this and turn to look at Keishin only to find him smirking with his arms crossed over his chest. He looks real proud and smug right now. You’ve heard of their combo attack but have yet to see it in person. Now you’re quite curious.

“It’s nice to meet you both,” you reply with a smile. You’ve heard so much about both of them and you can’t wait to see them play today. Tsukishima and Yamaguchi go last, and you can’t help but feel like Tsukishima is scrutinizing you. Hm, guess you’ll have to prove yourself to him.

Once everyone is done, you step forward with your arm holding the volleyball on your hip in place. “Thank you, everyone! It really is so nice to meet all of you! Keis—Coach Ukai talks so much about you, so it’s really great to put names to faces.” Keishin grumbles beside you when you mention that he talks about them a lot, but it was worth embarrassing him a bit when you see how the boys light up at this news.

“As he said, my name is (L/n) (Y/n) and I’m here to try and help you get even better at volleyball. I may not be as good as your coach, but I’ll do my best to help you.” You then bow to them, causing everyone’s eyes to widen. “Please let me know what I can do to do that,” you finish softly before standing up straight. You find them beaming at you and you hope more than ever that you’ll be able to do right by them.

“Right! So, who wants to see what (Y/n)’s made out of?” Keishin asks mischievously, bopping the ball out from under your arm and bouncing it up into his hands. Some of the boys excitedly raise their hands in the air while some others nod enthusiastically.

“You heard ‘em, (Y/n)! Onto the court you go!” he shouts as he walks over to one side of the net, a sigh coming from you as you watch him go. You should’ve known he’d be up to no good when you lost that bet. You bite your lip as you pull your sweats down your legs to reveal athletic shorts underneath. If Keishin had a mini heart attack when you started stripping in front of the boys, that’d be his business and his business only. He does, however, glare at the brats when he catches them eyeing up your newly revealed skin. God, high schoolers are such pervs. He may be doing the exact same thing, but at least he’s allowed to be doing it!

You then pull your hoodie over your head, and Keishin thanks the gods that you’re wearing a jersey instead of a crop top or tank top, or something equally as bad. He might’ve died right here if you had been. When you drop the clothes onto the chair he normally sits in and walk to the opposite side of the court, he’s able to get a good look at your top.

And if his heart flutters when he realizes that you’re wearing his old jersey, then that’s his business and his business alone, okay? His last name is scribbled across the top of the back in big letters along with the number two beneath it. And if he turns to look at his boys with a smug smile, who is to judge him? He feels like he can take on the world right now.

“Alright. I’ll hit this to you and you can show us what you got,” he says with a smirk, getting ready to hit the ball as you get into position. You give him a nod and your eyes follow the ball as it soars into the air. You knew exactly what he was doing as soon as you saw the ball’s trajectory.

He purposely gave it a hard hit to make it go flying way off course, making you run to catch up to where the ball was going. You figured maybe you would just hit it and send it back to him, but something came over you. When you get close enough, you throw your body onto the ground and slide, your palm flat on the floor. Just as you reach the right spot, the ball hits the back of your hand and bounces back up into the air. With a swift motion, you’re springing back up onto your feet, catching the ball with a regular pass before it can hit the ground, but as the ball hits your forearms you make it go much higher than you normally would. You sprint over to the net and jump up high, slamming your hand down and spiking the ball onto Keishin’s side. He doesn’t even have time to get it since he didn’t think you would do all that. He’s frozen in shock anyway, much like the rest of the boys. He hasn’t seen you play volleyball in years, let alone pull a stunt like that in a while. Ever since you got hurt, you had never tried to do something like that again. He’s seen you do much crazier things, especially the day you got your crippling injury, but this was still very impressive.

He grins at you as the boys cheer and clap, Noya running up to you and speaking a mile a minute about how awesome that was and how awesome you are. It felt good, to be honest. Being looked up to and impressing people like this.

“I didn’t know you were a libero!” Noya shouts with glee.

“Coach, you didn’t tell us that she was a goddess,” Tanaka says dramatically, still gaping at you. You laugh at this as you walk over to the chair and pick up Keishin’s water bottle, taking a swig from it.

“Oh please, I’m not a-”

“Sorry, I thought it was obvious,” Keishin interrupts, making your eyes go to him. Instead of finding his usually teasing mannerisms, you find him with that look again, the one you can’t quite figure out what it is.

“Alright! Let’s start with some receiving practice. Lord knows y’all need it!” Keishin announces before going to a closet and dragging out a table, pulling it right up to one side of the net.

“(Y/n), would you like to do the honors?” he asks in a gentlemanly tone as he dramatically bows while offering his hand. You snort and walk over to him, unsure of what exactly he wants you to do.

“Do I have a choice?”

“Nope!” he replies all too happy as he helps you up onto the table. You disapprovingly grunt despite the fact that you’re smiling. He drags the cart of volleyballs over to you and then calls out to the boys to make a line. You then start spiking the ball down towards—well, not always towards—them, letting them practice their receives.

After weeks of practicing, you kind of just became the honorary coach for the team. Your month requirement had run out a long time ago and now you’re just here to make sure that these young boys get to accomplish their dreams.

Maybe you were acting selfishly by living precariously through them, but they didn’t seem to mind you sticking around one bit.

When the Spring Tournament arrives, you’re almost as excited as the boys are. You all have been training like crazy for this day, and it’s also the first match where you get to officially announce yourself as a Karasuno coach.

You step off the bus last and heave a sigh of relief, looking around you with a sparkle in your eyes. Wow, this really brings you back to your school days. You focus back on your boys (Keishin has you calling them that now) when you hear yelling.

You find the boys talking to a few different other schools, a smile coming to your face when you see their smiles and light banter. You recognize most of them. Fukurōdani Academy, Nekoma High, Shinzen High, and Ubugawa High seem to be all the ones that you can see at the moment.

A kid that looks scarily similar to Tanaka, other than the blond mohawk he’s sporting, is staring at you with a jaw dropped while Tanaka laughs evilly next to him. Your brow heads for your hairline at the two before turning to check out the rest of the competition.

Though…you find the familiar situation pretty much everywhere you look. Why is everyone staring at you?

You blush under all the eyes and quickly scurry over to Keishin, who is currently shaking hands with a man. “Nice to see you again, Naoi,” Keishin greets with a too-sweet smile, his knuckles practically white with how hard he’s gripping the other man’s hand.

“Always a pleasure, Ukai,” the man returns the greeting, his tone sugary sweet. You raise a brow at the two as you place a hand on Keishin’s back, watching him tense and turn that fake smile to you before seeing who it is. He relaxes and lets go of the man’s hand, giving you a genuine smile.

Before either of you can say anything though, the other coach is speaking. “Oh? And who’s this?”

“This is-” Keishin starts before getting abruptly cut off.

“Ah ah! Let the lady speak for herself, Ukai,” he chides before focusing his gaze back on you, giving you a smile. You giggle at their banter, offering your hand to him.

“My name is (L/n) (Y/n). I’m the new assistant coach for Karsuno,” you introduce.

“(L/n), hm?” he starts as he shakes your hand, “It’s very lovely to meet you. I’m Manabu Naoi.”

“It’s nice to meet you too!” You two drop your hands and then start to head inside the building with the rest of the people from the other schools.

“So, when did you become a coach?” he asks, starting a conversation.

“Oh, not too long ago.” You two continue to talk as you all head towards the gymnasium, an unbelieving sigh escaping you once you get inside.

“Wow…” you mumble, hearing someone behind you let out a whistle at the size of the place.

“Say, how about after the first day is over, why don’t we g-”

“She can’t.”

You turn to look at Keishin with wide eyes, surprise that he cut him off so quickly. Were you about to be asked out on a date?

“Sorry, I don’t think I was asking you,” the man says lightly, not seeming all that offended by it. Guess they get along pretty well underneath all the banter and competitiveness.

“I already know her answer,” Keishin replies with a cross of his arms, smiling at ​​Naoi.

“You do?” you ask with a raise of your brow towards the fake blond. His eyes flash over to you, his confidence wavering a bit under your gaze.

“Yeah. I do,” he says, turning to face you now. If you were anyone else, you probably would’ve been intimidated by his gaze, his crossed arms, and piercings, but you’re not just anyone.

You’re his best friend. And you know for a fact, that after all these years, Keishin is a bit of a softie when it comes to you.

“Oh? And how’s that?” you ask as you cross your own arms and stare up at him challengingly.

He hesitates for a moment, seeming to look for something in your eyes. After he seems to find it, he steps closer to you, getting right into your personal space.

“Because you’re going to be busy with me after this.”

And, god, the way he says that makes your legs turn to jello. Do you look as flustered as you feel? You sure hope not.

You can tell by his winning smile that you know that you do though. Ugh, you swear you hate him.

“Really? I don’t recall ever saying that, Kei,” you reply, smile even sweeter than sugar, repeating what they had done earlier.

“Well, how about we bet on it then, doll?” Curse him. Curses!

“Fine. What are the stakes?”

“You have to go on a date with me if we win today’s match,” he states, leaning down to bring his face closer to yours. Easy peasy, lem-

Wait. Did he just say…a date?

Oh god, oh god, oh go-

“Fine,” you reply too shakily for your liking. Get it together! “You have to buy the whole team dinner if we lose then,” you challenge. You would never hope for your boys to lose and you could scream from the rooftops right now about the fact that the love of your life just asked you out on a date.

A date!

“Ha! As if we’d lose!” he laughs, offering his hand to you and poking the tips of his fingers right between your collarbones.

You snatch up his hand and start shaking it with a smile that would put the Joker to shame. “Let’s hope not.”

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[alicia-akuma]

Kageyama x reader from like 3 years ago

  Kageyama and Hinata are fighting again, You and Yaichi don’t know what to do, Kiyoko has already gone home and so has Daichi and Suga.  Yamaguchi was helping clean up and Tsukishima sat there drinking his water and watching the fight going on between Tobio and Shoyo.  Yaichi eventually goes to help clean up, leaving you with the fighting boys. After she left, the fighting started to get to you, you were starting to tear up and eventually ran off.  Hinata saw you out of the corner of his eye and wanted to make sure you were ok, he told your boyfriend, Kageyama, and he forgot about the fight to find you.  He knew about what had happened between your parents when you were little and was really concerned about you. As soon as he found you, he was trying his best to comfort you. He was always by your side then as your only friend, and he’s always by your side now, as your boyfriend. After you stop crying he picks you up and takes you out into the jym, he sits down and puts you on his lap. As he does this, he hears the doors slam open, it was the coach, he had been looking for you. Your adoptive dad had been Ukai after your parents had called you useless and then put you up for adoption. He walks over to you and Tobio, he sees that you had been crying and that you were clinging onto Tobio like your life depended on it. Ukai said it was alright for you to spend the night with Kageyama and that he would bring you clothes to change into. After you receive your clothes, Tobio takes you to his place. You go into the bathroom and change, as Tobio sits in his room. You walk out in a shirt with sports shorts and an oversized hoodie he had given you. You both lay in his room and watch movies until you fall asleep.

Also, how would ya'll feel about a Blue Lock fic?

[daichiis-scrunchiie]

Karasuno x yankii!fem!reader

info & tw: smoking, minor bullying, y/n being a baddie, fluff, kiyoko time-skip spoiler ✧*。she/her pronouns

Yankii: a Japanese subculture whose members are seen as trashy and uneducated ,, commonly rebel with altered/ customized uniforms and a tendency to fight.

• as a third year over time you've grown accustomed to weird stares and whispers,, waltzing down the hallway with leg-warmers over your tights and a baseball bat casually resting over one shoulder

• your mom fits into the yankii stereotype as a highschool dropout and teenage parent,, in fact you're from a whole line of proud yankiis 😌 your aunts practically raised you with their gyaru influence, so you have a lot of 80s/90s wardrobe hand-me-downs

• there's pictures of your dad with his massive pompadour and motorcycle from when he was younger

• he brings pictures of little you sat on the seat of his old bike,, a daddy's girl 😌💕

• he now works on a construction site and the workers adore it when you pop along to the site after vbc practice

• the guys your dad works with will be cooing over you bringing him lunch one minute to arm wrestling you the next ‼️ you don't hold back because you are surprisingly strOng 💪

• playing poker with the old geezers while dad lays the spackle 😌 bringing this skill to school and winning extra yen for the vending machine

• now as a manager of karasuno--

• you definitely stand out 😳 with kiyoko as the silent beauty,, yachi as the trembling cutie and you as the outlandishly colourful and bubbly girl

• you stand on the sidelines watching practice while blowing bubblegum and smacking your glossy lips

• write every note you can think of in your hello kitty notepad (with fluffy pen obvs),, then switch to your pocket mirror to touch up your eye-shadow

• something like 'yamaguchi's float serve is coming along nicely' surrounded by hearts and cute drawings <33

• kiyoko makes you do kissy faces so she can re-apply your gloss,, girls supporting girls 💪

• scrunchies always on your wrists to give out to long haired players or simply style kageyama's hair on the sidelines,, pinching his cheeks and chatting about who dumped who in your year while he just nods along without complaint

• normally a quick smoke before practice so you'll creep around the side of the gym and find a tired ukai already there

• the first time you joined him and offered your bedazzled Bic™ lighter he was shocked,, but now he's so accustomed to it he just raises his hand as you yell "yo, old man!"

• it's common for takeda to smack you both on the back of the heads,, leaving you both grumbling while stubbing out your ciggs before hopping on the mini-bus

• karasuno,, unfortunately,, lacks a yankii community-- shiritorizawa and aoba johsai however ‼️ you love seeing people that look like you at practice games and you'll often sneak away to hang with them

• on your own turf you've already adopted outcasts and eat lunch with the first years that feel they don't fit in

• the lgbtq+ kids 💕adore💕 you and greet you in the halls every morning

• you bond with hinata over constantly being underestimated; him in volleyball and you academically

• you're actually a true barb and know it's your duty to stay in school and be the first in your family to go to college 💪 so you study hard,, daichi worries you'll burn yourself out but you just wave him off with a smile

• next thing you know he's draping his jacket over your shoulders after you doze off on kinnoshita on the bench

• by nature you are sooo flirty,, you fluster asahi a lot,, harrassing him to feel your legs because "i shaved last night! Feel!! Feel!! They're so smooth~"

• a huge collection of egg magazines from decades ago,, you'll flick through them for fashion inspo during break periods (canonically hq is set in 2012 and egg finished publishing in 2014,, so you were up to date with them xoxo)

• look really scary when you walk with the team into another school,, but you just get along with-- everyone <33

• kenma absolutely adores you and your head scratches-- your ridiculously long acrylic nails are just 🥴 purr-fect

• iwaizumi loves that you don't hold back with harsh high-fives and arm wrestling,, mad-dog is so scared of you lmao 💀

• you won't allow tsukishima to give backtalk and shut him up efficiently with a glare or snappy comeback

• you and tanaka ohmygosh you stress daichi out the most-- making him bald already lmaoo

• you adore your kouhais and offer to help them study,, buy them snacks,, and tell them to never take up unhealthy habits while smoking your fifth cigg (hypocrite)💀

• nasty rumours follow you,, ofc people love to talk smack about you based off your appearance,, your team is quick to shut these down however,, they are pretty intimidating 🤛😌👹

• people always assume you're mean when this is lit-rally you:

• you don't back down from fights tho,, anyone badmouthing your team?? heard the asahi slander enough times?? you're rolling up your sleeves while daichi sighs,, holding his hand out to take your hoops

• you & him are the definition of "kick his ass babe I got yo flower"

• speaking of babe,, you call everyone that platonically!! Unless they're uncomfortable with it then you resort to something a little calmer like 'bro' or 'lovely' ( first time yachi heard it she fainted)

• you're very affectionate and can't help but give cheek kisses and random squeezes,, nishinoya practically floats when you praise his skills

• let's just say the first time you met atsumu he was rendered a stuttering,, flustered mess after the constant flurry of nicknames like "honey, babe, sweetheart"

• your team just glared at him as if to say "you're not special"

• and the way you can talk to people so easily as if you've been besties since you were a twinkle in your mom's eye-- futakuchi was floored when he found you and the scary iron-wall middle blocker and you sat criss cross gushing about his pet tortoise

• all in all you can get along with anyonee,, everyone adores you,, and you actually have a bright future ahead of you much to your haters' dismay 😘 stay mad and stan elle woods ya pussies

• saeko was the one to give you driving lessons and you loved every second of it,, ukai as your supervisor hated it and hurled in a plastic bag more times than he could count

• in the time-skip era you're a successful nail technician-- getting to gossip all day with customers and always drag your highschool friends over for sleepovers + manicures in your hello kitty pj's💅🏻

• you also did kiyoko's nails for her wedding 😭 and you returned the favour of kissy lips by applying a final coat of gloss before she walked down the aisle

A/N: first post,, hope you enjoy <3

Inspo:

What's New - Megan thee stallion

Every Summertime - NIKI

[bratdesire]

Your Dad, My Daddy

Pairing: Ukai Keishin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, age gap, older man/younger woman, barely legal, squirting, rough sex, daddy kink, alcohol mention, questionable ethics, d/s dynamics, overstimulation, degrading language, touch of subspace, unprotected sex, breeding kink, slight dubcon if you squint but it’s all consensual, Ukai’s dick is pierced, exhibitionism(?)

Genre: Smut, just so much smut

Word count: 9.4k

Author’s note: Here is my contribution to the new HQHQ collab!! You can find the masterlist right here! Big big thank you to @sempiternal-amour and @inaflashimagine​ for beta-ing this monster fic, ilysm <3 This is so incredibly self-indulgent, I even inserted my nickname ~for spice~. Anyways, enjoy my incoherent screaming uwu

Summary: When you go over to your friend’s house for a study session you don’t anticipate meeting her very attractive father, and you surely don’t anticipate the very same man fucking you over their couch.

“Hey, I apologize in advance for anything weird my dad says or does. You know how dads are,” Hitomi explains as she pulls into the driveway of her house. 

It’s small but nice and well-manicured, situated in the cul de sac of a middle-class suburb.

“Dad, we’re here,” she shouts up the stairs, setting her keys on the small table next to the front door. Hitomi’s gaze drifts to the tall, dark haired man sitting at the kitchen table and your own gaze soon follows. “Oh, there you are.”

She quickly pecks the man on his cheek before walking over to the shiny silver fridge, pulling out a couple bottles of water. “Dad, this is Bunny, Bunny this is Dad,” she gestures between the two of you. 

When her father glances up from his phone to give you a nod of acknowledgement, you’re taken aback by how handsome he is. 

You can tell from the slight wrinkles around his lips and the crinkles by his eyes that he’s definitely a much older man, but other than that he’s flawless. The angle of his jaw is sharp but soft, lower face darkened by his five o’clock shadow. His chocolate brown eyes are complemented by plump, pink lips that would look even better swollen and shiny with saliva. Dark, shiny locks are gathered into a low ponytail and you wonder how they would feel fisted in your fingers. He’s gorgeous in a rugged, mature way that boys your age aren’t and could never hope to be. 

Hitomi never told you her dad was hot but then again, why would she? 

“Mr. Ukai, it’s nice to meet you,” you greet him.

He waves his hand in the air dismissively, “Ah, you can just call me Keishin. No need to be so formal.”

Hitomi mutters a frustrated “shit” under her breath and it takes you a few moments to tear your eyes away from the man in front of you. 

“I left my textbook in the car, I have to go grab it,” she sighs then turns to her dad. “You, don’t scare off my friend, please.” 

Keishin puts a hand on his heart, a falsely serious expression on his face. “I won’t, scout’s honor.”

She just rolls her eyes, exiting the kitchen the same way you entered. The front door slams shut, leaving you alone with your friend’s very hot dad.

Keishin looks up at you then quickly looks away, unsure how to interact with his daughter’s friends. “So is, uh, Bunny your real name?” he asks, nervously rubbing the back of his head.

Leaning against the table he’s seated at, you fold your arms across your chest, fully aware of how low cut your top is. You don’t miss the way his eyes briefly flicker down to your cleavage then back up to your face. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” you challenge, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I… I’m just trying to make conversation,” he laughs nervously.

“Hm, well, the short answer is no. You’ll have to get to know me a bit better before I give you the long answer.” 

He snorts, pushing his chair back and rising to his full height. “What gave you the confidence to speak like this to your elders?”

Taking a step towards him, you twirl a piece of hair around your finger and shyly peer up at him through your lashes. “I don’t know, but maybe you can teach me how to behave.”

A light blush colors his cheeks and his eyes widen with surprise. “I-I don’t know what you’re implying, but it’s not... appropriate,” he stutters, taking a step backwards to try to put some distance between you.

You sidle up to him, reaching out a hand to caress his well-muscled arm. When he makes no move to stop your petting, you bite your lip and get on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “Who said we had to be appropriate?” 

His mouth is slightly agape, lips moving every so often, as if he wants to say something but doesn’t. “I—” he starts.

The sound of the front door slamming open makes you both jump apart, trying to appear as casual as possible. 

“I got it! We can go study now,” Hitomi proclaims, waving the book around in her hands. She glances at you, then at her father and notices the way you’re completely turned away from each other. “Oh my God, Dad, what did you do?” she groans.

He holds up both hands in surrender, shaking his head emphatically. “I didn’t do anything! Why do you always think I did something?”

Your friend strides over to lightly punch his shoulder, a disapproving but loving expression on her face. “Because you’re weird and lame. Besides, between you and Bunny, I’m always going to assume that you’re the guilty party.”

You find yourself chuckling at their banter, touched by how close they are. It’s evident that Hitomi and Keishin care a lot about each other, regardless of how much they tease each other and guilt twists in your gut when you remind yourself that you were flirting with him. She likely wouldn’t forgive you for trying to sleep with her dad and it would cause a great deal of damage to their relationship, possibly beyond repair if she knew he was into girls her age. To make matters worse, you’re two years her junior. What man would sleep with a girl younger than his daughter?

But your morals are tossed right out the window when you take in the sight of Keishin’s radiant smile—all straight, white teeth and eyes that shine like pools of dark honey. It’s in that moment that you decide you’re going to seduce that man if it’s the last thing you do.

Sorry, Hitomi. Kind of.

---

“Okay, so L-Tyrosine is one of the twenty amino acids used by the body to synthesize proteins. It is also an aromatic amino acid derived from phenylalanine by hydroxylation in the para position—oof!” Hitomi’s droning is cut off by the pillow you send hurtling towards her head.

You sit up on her bed, squealing obnoxiously as you stretch. “Hitomi, I love you, but please shut up. My brain is melting. We’ve been at this for three hours now, can we take a break?”

She closes the textbook in her lap and pushes it to the edge of her desk. “Fine, fine. We can take a twenty minute break, but we have to go right back to studying because finals are this week and I cannot afford to fail,” your friend warns, despite how she whips out her phone at lightning speed.

Picking at a stray thread on the comforter, you gently try to get her attention, “Hey, Tomi?”

“Hm?” she responds, barely glancing up from the video she’s watching.

You’re not sure how to broach the subject, but you’ve never been one to beat around the bush so you just come right out and say it. “Has anyone told you your dad’s kinda hot?”

That makes her stop, her head jerking up from her phone at lightning speed. “What!? That old geezer?” She sounds dumbfounded, incredulous at the prospect that someone would be interested in her father.

“Yeah girl, he’s a total DILF,” you confess, making a little fanning motion with your hand like you’re burning up inside just thinking about him, and it’s not that far from the truth.

Hitomi makes no effort to hide her feelings, disgust clearly evident in her delicate features. “Ew! You have to be joking. Please tell me you’re joking.”

“I’m not joking! He’s really sexy,” you muse dreamily.

She claps both hands over her ears, yelling at the top of her lungs to drown you out. “I never want to hear you say that my old man is ‘sexy’ ever again!”

You childishly stick your tongue out at her. “Hey! I’m just speaking the truth. You have to have had friends say the same thing.”

Removing her hands from her ears, she brings one up to stroke her chin, seemingly deep in thought. “Now that I think about it, back in high school my friends were a lot more enthusiastic about coming over once they met my father.”

You feel vindicated by her personal testimony, even if she thinks you’re gross. “See? I’m not the only one who finds your dad ridiculously attractive.”

Hitomi gags dramatically as if she’s going to puke and judging by the look on her face, she just might. “Please, no more, I’m begging you.” 

“Fine, fine I’ll stop, but don’t act surprised when I become your new stepmom,” you tease, wiggling your eyebrows at her.

“You’re younger than me, don’t even joke about that,” she shudders in horror. “Okay, with that we need to get back to studying amino acids and proteins.”

“Whatever you say, future stepdaughter.” You muster your best motherly voice, sickeningly sweet and a touch passive aggressive.

This time, it’s Hitomi’s turn to throw a pillow at you.

---

Since the day you met Keishin, you haven’t been able to get him off your mind. Even when you’re in class trying to learn about the sodium-potassium pump, you find your thoughts drifting to his hands, his lips, him. He’s simply become too distracting to ignore.

More times than you care to admit, you’ve fucked yourself with your fingers to thoughts of how his fingers would feel pumping inside you. You fantasize about how his hand would feel around your neck, squeezing with just enough pressure to make your vision hazy. His name is always on the tip of your tongue when you orgasm and when you finally let yourself moan out ‘Keishin,’ you know enough is enough. A man his age has to know exactly how to make a woman scream and writhe in pleasure, but you need to experience it for yourself or you’ll die trying.

You’re not oblivious to the way he looks at you with hunger and longing in his eyes, you know he wants you too and you’re not above using dirty tricks to show him just how much you want him. 

If he’s too proud, too noble to give in to his urges, you’ll just have to break him. His resolve may be strong, but yours is stronger.

Your efforts begin innocently enough, gently probing him for more information about himself so you can get to know him better.

“I’ve noticed you don’t wear a ring. Is there a Mrs. Ukai in the picture?” you ask innocently.

Keishin clears his throat a bit too loudly, refusing to meet your questioning gaze. “Nah. It’s just me and Tomi, always has been.”

“Any… future Mrs. Ukai in the picture?”

The corners of his lips twitch slightly, the barest of smiles tugging at his handsome features. “Can’t say there is. Between the store and coaching volleyball, I don’t really have the time to date.”

You nod and make a noise of acknowledgement, relieved by the confirmation that he is in fact very, very single. You’re a lot of things, but you’re not a homewrecker.

On another occasion, you’re seated on their plush leather couch and Keishin’s in the well-worn La-Z-Boy recliner to your left. You’re watching some Adam Sandler movie on Netflix, but it’s paused while Hitomi is in the bathroom.

You take your alone time together as an opportunity to question him more, toeing the line of what would be considered proper. “So, Keishin, how old are you? I know Tomi’s twenty-one so you must be…” you trail off, hoping he’ll humor you.

He takes a swig of the beer in his hand and your eyes instinctively flicker down to watch the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “Old.”

You roll your eyes and prop your chin up on your hand, readjusting your position on the couch so you’re leaning closer to him. “Obviously, but just how old?”

“Why do you want to know so badly?” he asks, head tilted and a well-groomed eyebrow lifted questioningly.

“I was just wondering if you’re older than my dad,” you tease. 

His shoulders shake slightly as he chuckles, amusement dancing in his eyes. “I’m forty-four. Do I have him beat?”

“He’s forty-two, so just barely.” Your steady, unwavering eyes lock onto his own, which are glassy and unfocused from the alcohol. When he brings the bottle to his lips once more, you nonchalantly add, “Maybe I should call you Daddy instead.”

Keishin coughs and sputters in surprise, causing him to choke on his beverage and a spray of sticky beer splatters across your face. 

Apologies tumble out of his mouth as soon as he realizes that your cheeks and hair are dripping with the craft IPA he was drinking. “I-I’m so sorry! I’ll get you a towel,” he blurts, shooting up from his chair. 

In his panic and embarrassment, he rushes toward the linen closet and you can’t help the giggles that escape your mouth at how uncoordinated he is, now several drinks in. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s not that big of a deal,” you reassure him, wiping your face with the back of your hand for emphasis.

He returns from the rummaging around the hall closet, a dark blue towel in his hand, which he offers to you with a nod of his head.

No matter your protests and assurances that you’re fine, Keishin is even more insistent in offering you the towel to clean yourself up. When you refuse to take the towel from him, he kneels down next to you and leans in to dab at the foamy liquid that has soaked into your hair. 

Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his fingers on your jaw and you almost squeak at his close proximity. He hasn’t let you near him since your first encounter and now he’s right in front of you, so close that his breath curls around your cheeks, smelling of malted hops and the slightest hint of peppermint. You can map out the slight freckles on the bridge of his nose and each long, curled eyelash that brushes his cheeks each time he blinks.

He’s truly a beautiful man, all sharp angles and rough stubble and you can feel your cheeks warm when you realize that he’s right there. If you leaned forward just a little bit more, your noses would brush against each other. 

A deep, rumbling voice interrupts your daydreaming. “Kid, are you even listening to me?”

You blink a couple times, coming to the realization that he’s been trying to talk to you for the last few minutes, but you were too busy admiring his beauty.

Keishin shakes his head as he leans back on his heels, using one hand to rub his face wearily. “As I was saying, you can’t just… say things like that. I know young girls sometimes have fantasies about older men like me, but I’m telling you now that it’ll only end badly,” he sighs. “I’m not a righteous man, I have my vices. God, do I have lots of them, and I don’t need another one.”

He mumbles the last sentence, barely loud enough for you to hear, despite how close you are.

Another one? Is he admitting that the attraction is mutual? You have to know, you just have to. Your body practically aches from how badly you want him.

“Keishin, I—” you start, reaching out to touch his arm, but he stands abruptly and quickly turns to shuffle away from the couch.

“This just isn’t a good idea, kid. Just forget about me, alright?” he says, his back to you. A tinge of regret and hesitation seeps into his words, as if he wants to take back everything he’s said.

After the beer incident, the man is even less receptive than he was before, making every effort to avoid being alone with you.

Even still, you’re not discouraged because he never outright rejected you. If he had, you would’ve stopped your pursuit weeks ago, but he only seems to be trying to maintain his composure as a righteous man.

Righteous men are wolves in sheep’s clothing, always putting on a facade so they can claim plausible deniability when they’re caught with their pants around their ankles. But no matter how honorable or virtuous a man tries to be, none of them can resist a wet, willing pussy laid out in front of them and Keishin is no exception.

That’s why you’ve shown up to their house the last few weeks in skirts far too short to be considered decent, flashing little peeks of your underwear each time you move too much or bend over too far. Each time you bend over to grab a pencil or a piece of paper off the floor, Keishin is always conveniently positioned behind you so he gets an eyeful of your pretty lace panties and the little dark spot where your wetness has soaked through the fabric. 

After you retrieve your item from the ground, you look over your shoulder to make direct eye contact with him and say ‘oops,’ without a hint of regret in your voice. You revel in the clenching of his jaw and the way he exhales loud and heavy through his nose, frustration mounting each time you try to provoke him.

When your ass and clothed pussy are on display for him, you make sure to wiggle your hips a bit, an open invitation to fuck you the way you both want to. It never fails to elicit some sort of reaction from the older man, ranging from a few groans and a choked cough, to making a very hasty exit, a book or some other object held over the front of his jeans. 

Without fail, Hitomi expresses her concern each time her father storms out of the room, red-faced and breathing heavily. He just waves her off, telling her he’s not feeling well, but you know the truth. He’s painfully hard, painfully hard from you, even if he doesn’t admit it.

Truthfully, if you weren’t trying to get him to fuck you so hard you can’t walk you would applaud his self-control and restraint. Even after weeks of teasing and provocation, the man refuses to give in to his desires.

That’s okay. If he’s not going to come to you, you’ll just have to take matters into your own hands.

----

It all reaches a tipping point when you’re unable to go home for winter break and Hitomi offers you their guest room to stay in for a few weeks. 

Apparently she never asked her father for permission, if Keishin’s shocked, slightly panicked face when you walked through the door with your suitcase was any indication. When he tried to question Hitomi about whether or not it’s such a good idea for you to stay, she wasn’t having any of it and told him that you’re a friend in need. 

Hitomi’s so sweet and caring that you feel a twinge of guilt for plotting to seduce her father in her house when she’s none the wiser. She just wanted to lend a helping hand by letting you stay with them, oblivious to your true plans, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.

Now that you’re under the same roof, all you really want to do is ambush Keishin as soon as possible, but you have to plan around Hitomi’s schedule so you have bide your time. What’s the saying? Good things come to those who wait?

And wait you do. You wait for two whole weeks, in fact. But then the stars align so perfectly that some otherworldly force must be looking out for you.

Hitomi is gone to work and won’t be back until the middle of the night when her shift is over, while Keishin is home reviewing footage from his team’s latest game. 

He told you he does this right before a big game so he can tell his players what they need to improve on and get in that last bit of refinement before the day of. When he clued you in on his strategy you just nodded and hummed, not really listening, mostly focused on ogling his muscles through his thin t-shirt.

Your nerves have been buzzing since you woke up this morning, sensing the heaviness in the air. You’re wearing your prettiest lace panties and its matching bra and frankly, you’re feeling pretty damn confident. You look good and you know you look good. If you were trying to seduce any guy your age, they’d drop their pants as soon as they got a little glimpse of your underwear, but Keishin’s not any guy your age. He needs a little convincing, a little push in the right direction, and you’ll be the one to help him.

You’ve flitted around the house all day, just trying to find the right moment to pounce. 

Currently, Keishin is sitting in the living room watching the recording on the big flat screen in the living room. He looks preoccupied with taking notes on the notepad in his lap, but it’s now or never, you suppose.

Before you try to talk yourself out of it, you stride over to where he’s sitting and put your hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

“Hey. Did you need something? I’m kind of busy analyzing my team’s last game.”

Not wanting to lose your nerve, you wordlessly swing one leg over his, then the other, planting yourself firmly in his lap. His entire body goes ramrod stiff, hands jerking away from your body as if you’ve burned him.

“W-what do you think you’re doing?” he stutters, alarm evident in his voice.

When he makes no move to throw you off his lap, you wrap your arms around his neck and lean into him, pressing your chest to his. 

“What we both have been wanting to do since the day I met you,” you purr, lips barely brushing against the shell of his ear. He shivers when you gently nibble on his earlobe and your confidence only grows as you discover that he wants this just as much as you do.

“I d-don’t know what you’re talking about. This isn't right. I’m your friend’s father and I’m... old enough to be y-yours,” he mutters, running a hand through his already messy hair, conflicted with how to proceed.

You can’t tell whether he’s trying to convince you or himself, so you decide to give him a little encouragement.

Leaning back slightly, you run your hands down his chest and bite your lip. “Are we going to keep playing games or are you gonna fuck me? Because if not, I’ve got several guys back at college who—”

You’re cut off when Keishin’s hand wraps around your throat, the other braced against your back to pull you flush against him. 

“You think your little stunts are cute, don’t you?” he growls, his minty breath washing over your face.

“What, you don’t think so, Daddy?” you pout, batting your eyelashes at him innocently.

His eyes flash with something hot and primal and you can feel the gush of wetness between your thighs. “I’m getting a little tired of them,” he growls.

“This,” you palm at the bulge straining against his pants, “Tells me otherwise, you know.”

The hand around your throat tightens, cutting off whatever bratty remark you were about to make. “I’ve had enough of you prancing around my home in tiny skirts and flashing me your panties when my daughter is around. It’s unbecoming.”

“Then t-teach me a lesson,” you gasp, struggling to speak with Keishin’s fingers so firmly wrapped around your throat.

The way he grins is downright sinful and it stokes the fire already raging inside you. “Careful what you wish for, little girl.”

With some manhandling on Keishin’s part, you’re shoved toward the couch then pulled back onto his lap, but this time you’re on your stomach and both your wrists are pinned behind your back.

“Before we go any further,” he starts, trailing his fingers down your spine and leaving goosebumps in their wake. “I have to ask… How old are you?”

You twist around to look him in the eyes, a defiant smirk on your face. “Old enough.” Your mischievous giggle is cut off by a swift, firm slap to your ass.

“Watch the lip, brat. I need a little more reassurance than that.”

“Since you’re just so concerned, I’m nineteen. Perfectly legal and more importantly, legally fuckable,” you say, punctuated by an enticing wiggle of your hips.

“Jesus, you’re two years younger than Tomi. What am I doing?” He seems lost in thought as the honorable side of him fights a losing battle against his baser, carnal instincts. Whatever reservations he has are thrown aside when you start to wiggle in his grasp, maneuvering yourself over his crotch to grind yourself against his hardness.

Keishin gathers your hair around his fist, harshly jerking your head so far backwards that your spine aches from the unnatural angle.

“Stop fucking squirming. You just don’t know how to behave, do you?” It’s phrased like a question, but he shoves two of his fingers in your mouth so you can’t respond. 

You knew Keishin would be the perfect dom, but the ease with which he settles into the role makes your head spin and your insides throb. Latching onto his digits, you lick and suck like the good girl you are, coating them in saliva as he hums in appreciation.

“Foo wans tuh behav wen thith is wutt I ge fo bein ba?” you ask, garbled and muffled by the fingers massaging the back of your tongue. 

A series of harder, heavier spanks make you squeal and squirm even more in his lap. He gently rubs his hand over your warm, stinging flesh as he speaks. “Such a troublemaker. Just what am I going to do with you, hm?” He tries to sound admonishing, but you can tell he’s smiling behind his words.

His hand leaves your ass, no doubt raised to spank you again, but before he can, you bite down on his fingers. Not too hard, just enough for him to jerk them out of your mouth. “You can do whatever you want to me, Daddy.” 

You jolt when his thumb rubs against your pussy through your panties. They’re soaked with your slick, the material clinging to your skin uncomfortably. The barest touch has you gasping and pushing your hips back for more. You’re so sensitive from the teasing and you’re so turned on you just might pass out if you’re not filled up soon.

Keishin just laughs darkly at the pathetic humping of your hips and you can feel the rumbling in his chest. “This is what I love about girls your age. So sensitive…” He pulls your panties aside and gently eases a finger inside you, then another as you moan and shake in his lap. “And so reactive. I bet you’d cum just from me putting my cock inside this tight, wet cunt, wouldn’t you?”

He speaks with a hint of condescension that has you clenching around his digits, coating them in sticky, syrupy strands of your arousal as they pump in and out of you. You’d almost be embarrassed at how worked up you are if you had more self respect, but you don’t. All you can focus on is the way his fingertips curl into the little spongy spot inside you that makes you whine.

“Why don’t you try it and find out?” The challenge in your voice is severely dampened by how breathless and wrecked you are even though you haven’t really even done anything.

His fingers pull out of you with a lewd squelching sound and you can hear him suck them into his mouth. “You taste even better than I imagined, but I want to taste that sweet pussy of yours. Up, little girl.” He coaxes you from his lap and onto the couch so your back is nestled into the cushions.

Sweat is making hair stick to your forehead and you’re breathing so heavily you’d think you just ran a marathon, but Keishin is looking down at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world and it nearly steals what little breath you have left in your lungs.

Oxygen is the last thing on your mind when his lips slot themselves between yours, soft yet demanding as they suck and lick. The movement of his lips doesn’t falter when he pulls your shirt over your head to reveal your light pink bra. Keishin pulls back to kiss along your collarbones, neck, and chest, his teeth occasionally nipping your sensitive flesh and leaving goosebumps in their wake. He expertly removes your panties with one hand so you’re left in just your plaid skirt, exposing your heated flesh to the coolness of the living room. 

You’re nearly naked but he’s wearing far too many clothes for your liking, so you blindly grab at his shirt, but your fingers are shaking too much for you to get a good grip. Once he realizes what you’re trying to do, he puts his hands over yours and helps you take off his shirt. You nearly start drooling when all of his hard, rippling muscles and smooth, tan skin are finally revealed to your greedy eyes that can’t seem to settle one thing. You don’t know if you’ll get this opportunity again and you want to remember everything in painstaking detail, especially Keishin’s gorgeous body.

He momentarily disentangles himself from you to remove his jeans, leaving him in just his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. The outline of his cock is evident as it strains against the blue material and you reach out to stroke it, but he just takes your hand in his.

He brings it to his lips, then kisses up your arm until he reaches your lips. “All in due time, sweet girl. I want to taste you first.” Your mouth is claimed in another hungry, bruising kiss and you squeal when Keishin takes your lip between his teeth and bites, blood rushing to the surface of your skin. 

His head dips down to leave featherlight kisses and teasing licks down your chest and stomach before he’s resting between your thighs. You whimper pitifully as he spreads your legs, awaiting the feeling of a wet tongue or his fingers against your folds. When he doesn’t move for several beats, you come to the realization that he’s just watching the way your cunt twitches and clenches around nothing and the wetness that drips onto the couch each time your muscles contract. You quickly bring your legs together to hide yourself from his scrutinizing gaze, but he simply pries them open with little effort.

Keishin grabs your chin so you’ll look right at him, squirming from the intensity of his gaze. “Don’t you dare hide this pretty pussy from me, do you understand? I am going to devour you until I’ve had my fill and you’re going to just lie back and take it.”

You nod obediently, your impudence quickly dying, giving way to the burning ache between your legs that can only be sated by a long, hard fuck.

With a satisfied hum, he settles at the apex of your thighs and licks a long stripe from your quivering pussy to your swollen clit and your hips jerk from the contact. Strong hands pin your hips to the couch as you writhe in his firm grip. He gives your clit a soft, quick kiss before he takes it into his mouth and sucks. You grab fitfully at his hair, back arching and hips pressing into his mouth as you gasp and groan from the incredible feeling of his tongue on your sensitive flesh.

His tongue teases your entrance and your cunt twitches, anticipating the first thrust of his warm, wet muscle inside you. He occasionally dips into your hole, but never breaches your entrance and you think you might go mad if he doesn’t give you more.

“I-I need more, give me more,” you manage to gasp, grabbing a fistful of the pillow underneath you as the tightening in your belly gets stronger.

Keishin removes his mouth from your cunt just long enough to admonish you for your lack of respect. “You need to have more manners if you’re going to demand things of me,” he says, before latching back onto your swollen, twitching clit.

“Daddy, pleeease I need more. Ah! I want to cum!” Your voice is so high-pitched and whiny you almost don’t recognize yourself, but you’re nearly delirious from pleasure and your impending climax that’s been dangled over your head for what feels like hours.

“Now who am I to deny you when you ask so sweetly?”

He thrusts two of his digits inside you, reaching deep inside you and rubbing against your g-spot as he sucks your clit back into his mouth. You’re almost screaming at this point, clawing at his hair and humping your cunt against his face. The familiar tightening in your belly signals that you’re about to cum and your moans and cries get faster, louder as the promise of white hot pleasure is just within reach—

It’s almost embarrassing how fast you’re teetering on the edge of climax, as if you’re a virgin school girl that’s never touched herself before. But maybe that’s the difference that years of experience can make. 

Not that you care. You just want to cum.

“Fuck, Daddy, I—I’m close!”

Sensing your impending orgasm, the man uses his free hand to slap your cheek then grabs your throat. “Uh-uh-uh,” he tuts, “Ask Daddy for permission to cum.” You’re clamping down on his fingers impossibly tighter as he fingers you even deeper, and the way he sucks on your clit renders you incapable of speech. Each time you open your mouth to try to speak, more desperate, wanton noises escape your lips.

You’re about to fucking burst at the seams and you feel like you’re on fire, but you want to be a good girl for your daddy, so you use the last bit of brain power you have left to ask for permission.

“P-pleaaase Daddy may I ahhh! May I cum!” you ask, but you can’t even hear Keishin give his approval from how loud the blood rushing in your ears is as you finally cum.

You try to muffle your cries with the back of your hand, but he grabs your wrist and wrenches it away from your mouth.

“Don’t do that. I want to hear you scream.” His tone is clipped and short, not caring how rough he is with your delicate flesh.

If you weren’t already cumming, you would have from the pleasure that’s so intense, it’s almost painful as your body is wracked with tremors. Your legs snap around Keishin’s head and you grip his hair even tighter as wave upon wave of your orgasm washes over you. You hear someone screaming and wonder what’s happening, when you realize it’s you, you’re the one screaming as you ride out your climax.

He greedily slurps and sucks up every single drop of your release that you can give him, as if he was stranded in the desert for a thousand years and your juices are the first sip of water to hit his dry, parched tongue. Your cunt is already so sensitive, painfully clenching around his fingers, but he just. Doesn’t. Stop.

“Fuck, K-Kei, wait ‘s too much,” you weakly protest, but your body is too spent to resist so you just lie there, twitching and gasping as he keeps sucking on your overstimulated clit.

His lips detach from your poor, abused bud and you almost sigh in relief before the fingers inside your cunt pump faster, stimulating every inch of your gummy walls.

Keishin leans over your sweaty, exhausted form, one hand braced on the couch, the other buried inside you. His fingers are hitting a spot inside you that makes you feel the urge to pee, so you try to push his hand away but it’s futile with how much stronger he is than you. 

“Hold onnn, I’m g-gonna—” you slur, panicked, but it’s as if he didn’t hear you.

His digits are relentless, rubbing and stroking and you’re a fucked out mess. You don’t know what he wants until an uncomfortable tightness shoots through your cunt. You cry out as clear liquid gushes out of you, splashing all over you, the couch, and Keishin. If you were more coherent, you might be mortified because you just… pissed on him—

To your surprise, he’s laughing as he removes his hand from inside you, ignoring your halfhearted groans. “I was hoping you’d do that,” he says, holding up his hand, shiny and dripping with your juices. 

“D-Do what?” you pant, unsure of what just happened and why Keishin seems so smug.

He uses his discarded t-shirt to wipe his hand off, then dabs at your stomach where a sizable puddle accumulated. “Squirt,” he responds. When he sees your confused expression, he follows up with, “It’s not piss, if you’re worried about that.”

“Ooookay.” You’re too dazed and exhausted to argue with him or question him further, so you just flop into the sofa and close your eyes.

“C’mon, little girl, don't tell me that’s all you’ve got. You were talking so much shit earlier and I have so much more to give you.” Despite how tired you are, his words spark new arousal in your belly and defiance revitalizes you, movement returning to your limbs.

You slide a hand down your stomach and spread the puffy lips of your cunt, sliding a finger through your wetness. “Of course it’s not. I’m ready to take that hard cock of yours, Daddy.”

“Attagirl, that’s what I like to see,” he praises, dropping his underwear and sliding them somewhere you can’t see. 

His cock is gorgeous, but that doesn’t come as a surprise, considering the man it belongs to. It’s thick and curved in a way that you know will reach the deepest parts of you.

What you weren’t expecting is the many piercings adorning the shaft and the one that goes through the head. A long curved barbell enters through the tip and exits through the underside of his glans. Three evenly spaced rings are embedded in the skin where his shaft meets his balls. You’ve never seen so many piercings on one man, let alone in such a sensitive place, so you gawk at the smooth metal rings that shine in the overhead lights.

“You’re… You have…”

He grins widely and it’s so devilish you think he might swallow you whole and honestly? You’d let him. You’d let him do whatever he wants to you. “Haha, yeah I get that reaction a lot. Never seen a pierced cock before, huh?”

“No, but there’s a first time for everything. I’m dying to see how those,” you point to his piercings, “Feel inside me.”

Keishin wordlessly climbs on top of you and rubs the head against your wetness, spreading it along his shaft to ease his entry. “They’ll feel fucking incredible, but you’ll have to beg for it.”

You scoff, reaching to grab his hips so he’ll fuck you already, but he scoots backwards so you can’t touch him.

“Naughty girls that misbehave don’t get fucked, so you’d better smarten up quickly,” he warns, making you gasp as he thrusts his cock against your clit.

He lazily nudges the head over your flesh, occasionally letting it catch on the tight ring of muscle around your hole. When he slots between your pussy lips, you try to wiggle and hump your hips in his direction, in hopes that he’ll slide right in.

But he doesn’t, and you’re about to go mad with his cock so close, but so far away.

“Please fuck me Daddy. I need your cock so bad!” You’re on the verge of tears, the buildup of the last few weeks overwhelming your senses.

Making a noise of sympathy, Keishin pets your hair affectionately and kisses your cheek. “All you had to do was ask.”

His hips pull back, then he’s thrusting inside you, sheathing himself to the hilt in your tight heat. You whimper and whine at the sudden intrusion, but any pain you feel is overshadowed by the way that his cock is filling you so full. The burn and stretch hurts so fucking good that your orgasm hits you like a freight train, fast and hard and blinding. Keishin fucks you through it, his cock touching all of the sensitive spots inside you and the pleasure is so strong you have to screw your eyes shut as you cry out and fall apart around him.

When you open them again, the man is staring down at you with the most shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen. “See? I said you’d cum as soon as I put my cock inside you.”

Using all the strength you can muster, you slap his arm. “Shut up and just fuck me.”

“You still haven’t learned your manners, but I just can’t wait to shoot my cum deep inside this cute cunt of yours,” Keishin groans, pulling almost all the way out before burying himself back inside the hot, welcoming clutch of your pussy. 

You can feel each of the metal rings on his cock, foreign and strange, but the odd feeling soon fades to little shocks of ecstasy each time they brush against your insides.

The lewd slapping sounds of skin on skin are all you can hear besides the occasional moan or hiss from the man fucking you within an inch of your life, not that you can focus on anything else right now.

You nudge at Keishin’s shoulder and he stops the rapid pistoning of his hips, an almost annoyed look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, but you just smile and push him backwards onto the couch, just like you were. He grunts in surprise as he falls backward, but he quickly quiets down when you climb on top of him and sink yourself back down on his length.

You both moan in unison as he fills you once more, the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix each time you force your cunt back down on him. His hands wander to your tits, grabbing, squeezing, and pinching the sensitive buds of your nipples. 

Ever the troublemaker, you can’t resist making a jab at him now that you’re on top. “I wonder what she’d do if she knew you were with me right now. What would your daughter say about you taking advantage of a young, helpless girl?”

Keishin takes that moment to pull you against him, thrusting hard and rough into your gummy walls that never stop pulsing around him. You’re shaking and gasping, your tongue lolling out of your mouth in your pleasured delirium. “With the way your greedy, sloppy cunt is clenching around me, I wouldn’t say I’m taking advantage of you,” he points out, only slightly out of breath. “But you get off on this, don’t you? Letting an old man like me fuck you. I’m old enough to be your father.”

“Like you’re any b-better,” you bite back.

You cry out when Keishin starts rubbing your swollen clit in tight little circles, your third orgasm fast approaching. 

“Fuck! I can—urgh, I can feel your pussy pulsing around me. I’m g-gonna cum,” he grits out, thrusting impossibly deeper inside you. He's pressed so far into you, he’s just thumping the head of his cock against your cervix. You scream and write in his arms, seeking to relieve the sharp burning in your womb just a little bit, but he has you firmly locked in his clutches. “Be a good little girl and cum for Daddy.”

Almost on command, you shake and moan, loud and long, as you cream all over his cock and coat the base in milky white. “Oh fuck, oh god! D-Daddy I’m cu-mming!” you wail with the last of your energy.

You’re so exhausted you go limp against him and let him use your body as a fuck toy until he reaches his climax. Keishin follows soon behind you, his thrusts growing sloppier and less coordinated as he mumbles obscenities under his breath. “Shit shit shit, fuck I’m cumming! I’m gonna—fuck!”

With one last thrust into your fluttering, over stimulated cunt he orgasms, his legs shaking as he shoots rope after rope of cum into your quivering womb.

You both lay there for several minutes to catch your breaths. You’re so sore and boneless you can barely move, but you manage to extricate yourself from Keishin’s long limbs. Leaning into the arm of the couch, you let your eyes flutter closed and allow sleep to take you.

You’re awoken by a warm, wet washcloth rubbing against your sensitive folds and you whine, sleepily wiggling your hips to get away from the discomfort. “Kid, I know it doesn’t feel good but, uh, it’s kind of a mess down there. You can go back to sleep, just let me clean you up.” Keishin’s familiar timbre comforts you so you settle back down, still half asleep.

“Mmm, Keishin?” you mumble, making grabby hands at the man.

He takes one of your hands in his. “Yeah?” he responds as he wipes the washcloth between your legs with his other hand.

You rub your face against his hand before placing a sloppy kiss on top of it. “Thank youuuu,” you slur.

Keishin just chuckles and rubs his fingers over your knuckles. “Yeah kid, you’re welcome. Just get some rest, alright?”

You’re asleep before he even finishes the sentence.

----

When you awaken it’s dark, most likely the middle of the night. There’s a blanket thrown over your unexpectedly clothed body, which is now covered in a worn, oversized shirt. It smells like fabric softener and musk, so you figure it must be Keishin’s.

Looking around, you bolt upright when you realize you’re not on the living room couch anymore, you’re now in a large, comfortable bed.

The sound of a deep, rumbling voice draws your attention to the bathroom connected to the room you’re currently in. “Oh, you’re finally awake,” Keishin says sheepishly as he emerges from the bathroom, then points to the nightstand next to you. “There’s some water and ibuprofen, you should take it. Even if you’re not sore now, you will be later.”

You chuckle tiredly as you stretch your overworked muscles. “I’m already sore, so I’ll definitely be taking these.”

He sits awkwardly on the side of the bed, unsure how to treat you after your little encounter. His brows are furrowed, a deep frown on he’s seemingly deep in thought.

“Whatever you’re thinking, just spit it out.” His head immediately snaps to you, eyes guarded and unreadable.

“What we did downstairs, it’s… not right. I’m supposed to protect young, impressionable girls like you. I’m a father—I would die if Tomi was after a man more than twice her age.”

You pull the blanket off of you and climb over to where the older man is seated on the mattress. “Keishin, let me ask you something.” He lifts his head, expectant. “Did you enjoy what we did? Because I did.” He nods slowly, still unsure what you’re getting at.

Taking his face in your hands, you tell him what you’ve been thinking for weeks. “At the end of the day, we’re two consenting adults who partook in consensual activities. Even if someone wants to clutch their pearls because you’re older than me, who cares?”

“Yeah, I get that, but… It has to be some sort of ethics violation on my part. You’re younger than my daughter, Bunny.”

“Even if it is, you have to allow yourself to live a little. Life is too short to deny yourself pleasures the world has to offer, and I don’t know about you, but I was very pleased by our… tryst.”

A cute blush spreads across Keishin’s cheeks as he remembers everything he said and did to you. “Aha, I was too. So, um… Would you want to do that again, sometime?” he asks, running a hand through his hair like he always does when he’s nervous.

You giggle and tackle him on the bed, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing. “Of course I do. We can even do it now, if you’d like…”

A couple hours later, just before Hitomi comes back, you limp across the hallway to your room and pass out, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.

And that is how your little arrangement begins.

Most of your time is spent with Hitomi, mostly shopping and going out to eat when she has the day off, or just watching Netflix in her room when you’re both too tired to go anywhere.

However, in the wee hours of the morning when you’re sure that she’s asleep, you sneak up to her father’s bedroom and get fucked so hard and so good you can barely make it back to your bedroom before the sun rises.

It’s a good arrangement, you think, you both get what you want and your friend is none the wiser. You figure no harm, no foul. At the end of the winter break, Keishin will likely want to cut things off with you and you’ll go back to your college dorm as if nothing happened.

But the winter break isn’t over yet, and you plan on making the most of it.

Keishin has been fucking you into the mattress for so long, time no longer even makes sense anymore. 

You’re sweaty and exhausted, muscles so sore and shaky, but the thrusting between your legs shows no signs of stopping anytime soon. The harsh grip on your hips will likely bruise, but luckily you can hide them, unlike the few close calls you’ve had with poorly-placed marks on your neck.

Despite your exhaustion, you continue to meet Keishin’s thrusts by humping your hips back at him.

He gives your ass a harsh spank and fucks into you harder, making you whine and clench around him. “You’re an insatiable little thing, aren’t you? So fucked out and dripping with my cum, yet you still want more,” he says, but all you can do is gasp in response. You’re too far gone to produce any meaningful response. “What am I going to do with you?” If you had the energy, you’d tell him whatever he wants, but you don’t and the familiar tug of an orgasm is too hard to ignore.

“Fuck Daddy, I-I’m—”  

Suddenly, his phone comes to life, Hitomi’s face lighting up the screen as it vibrates. The pistoning of his hips slows, then stops completely as he reaches over and grabs it off the nightstand.

He suddenly pulls out of your sore, abused cunt and you almost whine at the loss before he buries himself back inside you. The way your face is pressed into the mattress makes it difficult, but you manage to turn your head to see what Keishin is doing behind you.

Your eyes widen and you try to wriggle out of his grip when you figure out that he’s going to answer his phone as he keeps fucking you.

A hand wraps around your neck, lifting you up from your position on the bed and you have to follow its movement to prevent your windpipe from getting crushed. You’re pressed against Keishin’s hard chest, and his cock is nestled right against your cervix. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll just stay still and take it like a good little girl.”

The harsh grip on your neck releases and you’re shoved back into the bed, falling onto the comforter.

Keishin sounds completely normal when he answers his phone and it almost pisses you off—how can he be so unaffected when you’re at your wit’s end? 

He chirps into the phone, “Hey sweetheart, what’s up?” The only indication that anything is amiss is the slight breathlessness in his voice and the occasional curse under his breath.

He forces himself even deeper inside you so forcefully that you’re afraid he’ll punch straight through to your womb. You know it’s not possible, but with Keishin, it just might be. He’s always full of surprises, especially when it comes to your body.

“Oh yeah, sure I can drop it off to you later. I’m just a little… preoccupied at the moment,” he says with a sharp thrust of his hips and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips. Keishin stiffens above you, waiting to see if Hitomi heard you through the phone.

“No, Hitomi, I’m not watching porn! But hold on a second, I think someone is at the door.” He sets the phone on the bed, muting the call as his cock hits your g-spot and you’re shaking, practically shivering in his arms. A couple of hard, coordinated rubs of your engorged clit and you’re cumming, gushing around him and keening as your muscles clench uncomfortably. You scream silently and fall limp onto the bed, unable to hold yourself up any longer. 

You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve cum, but it’s to the point that each successive orgasm borders on the edge of pleasure and pain.

“Better keep quiet, wouldn’t want my daughter to hear you getting your pretty little cunt stuffed full of my cock,” Keishin snarls into your ear and you feel yourself clench painfully around him. Your body is just so worn out, but you know he won’t stop until he’s satisfied. “Or do you want her to know what a slut you are for her father?”

You shake your head vehemently, but the man inside you just chuckles as he keeps fucking you.

“Oh my god, oh fuck I-I…” You’re babbling nonsense to no one in particular.

“Ahh it was just-fuck, it was just some dude trying to sell me security cameras. Anyways, I’ll see you later honey, I love you.” His last few sentences sound rushed, urgent and you can tell from the twitching of his length that he’s close. The moment the phone is hung up, Keishin cages you between his body and the mattress. “Your cunt feels so fucking good, I’m gonna fill you up with my cum. Would you like that?”

You try to nod and make a noise akin to ‘mhm,’ but you’re not sure what it sounds like. You’re not really sure of anything right now, but what you are sure of is you want him to cum inside you.

“I could never deny you anything, sweet girl,” he groans.

Keishin fucks into you harder, faster, and it feels as if he’s quite literally rearranging your guts, he’s so deep inside you. He reaches down between your legs and pinches your sensitive bud between his fingers. “Think you have one more in you, hm?” he asks, but he doesn’t wait for your answer. Of course you do.” He rubs your sore clit the way he knows will have you shaking and coming apart around him.

“Fuck Daddy, fuck I’m cumming!” you squeal, writhing and squirming from the painful, aching tightness of your orgasm as it builds once more. 

“Ergh, fuck yeah, cum on Daddy’s cock as he fills you up. You’re such a good fucking girl for me, I love this sweet pussy.”

You shriek as you cum, your climax so strong that your vision blurs at the edges and you convulse, sore muscles twitching with overuse. 

“Daddy’s gonna breed his sweet little girl, fuck, feels so fucking good!” Keishin groans, burying himself as deeply as he can inside you and shooting his cum into your quivering hole. You sigh in relief at the feeling of his warm cum flooding your womb, thankful he finally came because you couldn’t have lasted much longer in your state.

He flops next to you on the bed, sweaty and exhausted from your hours-long fuck marathon. Throwing an arm over your waist, he pulls you to his chest and buries his nose in your neck. 

Hitomi’s not supposed to come back for several hours, so you both deem it safe to fall asleep as you are. Just when you’re about to drift off, your phone buzzes from the bedside table.

You reach for your phone, expecting it to be some spam email.

Your heart stops, the whole world seems to freeze when you open the text message.

From: Tomie <3

So when were you going to tell me you’re fucking my dad?

[honeystwiggypeach]

Wedlock!

Chapter one:

The Smell of Cigarettes

Ukai x reader

Wedlock master-list

⚠️Tw⚠️: morning sickness

Fresh on both you and Keishin’s minds is the day that the two of you found out about your pregnancy. You remember that during the weeks before that you had been extremely nauseous every time Keishin lit a cigarette outside of the apartment and left the door open. Normally you’d let him smoke in the kitchen with the window open but the last time he did that the smell made you barf, now every time you get so much as a whiff you gag enough to make you cough which makes him hurry inside after putting it out only for him to have the scent clinging to him making you gag again. Majority of the foods Keishin normally cooked no longer were appetizing and also made you want to barf honestly you just got the short end of the stick! By his sixth visit he’s so tired of not being able to cook or move around without you gagging due to the slight scent that lingers in the air, that he begins to search up reasons and eventually it leads him to several articles about the early tell tale signs of pregnancy…low and behold all of your little changes in behavior fit the description to a T. So the next time he visits he picks up a few tests from the store and puts them in his pockets.

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