#sub ukai keishin

[frenchfrywrites]

Buying a Bottle of Lube at the Convenience Store.

MINORS DNI

Warnings: amab masc top dom reader, trans sub bottom Ukai Keishin, character smokes cigarettes, unprotected sex, safe sane and consensual tho, perceived unrequited love, love confession, brief cunnilingus, Keishin is a pillow princess

Terms used for Keishin: pussy, cunt, chest, cock, tits, hole, He’s wearing a binder during a bit of the fic.

I had a dream about haikyuu characters and somehow popped this fic out within a day. Apologies if ukai is ooc, ive been in and out of the haikyuu fandom lol

The sound of the bell ringing, signifying someone has entered the store, does not make Ukai Keishin look up. He's far into his night shift, and he’s entirely preoccupied looking over a strategy sheet for Karasuno’s next game, but he manages to mumble a half-assed greeting to whoever is shopping around regardless. 

“Hello Keishin,” it’s only at the sound of your voice minutes later, suddenly so close to him, that he looks up. His lit cigarette nearly drops from his mouth, and he knows he looks like a deer caught in the headlights. He’d almost forgotten someone else was in the store with him, with how quietly you were walking around. You’re smirking, because of course you are, and it makes Keishin blush because of course it does.

He mumbles out your name as a greeting, his heart hammering in his chest. He’s annoyed that he’s this flustered just from seeing you. You’ve got him acting like a high schooler with a crush. You don’t seem bothered at all by his reaction. Instead, you set down a few items on his counter like there’s not an unbearable amount of tension between the two of you.

Keishin takes a shaky inhale of smoke from his cigarette, trying to calm his nerves and do his job like the grown ass man that he is. You wait patiently for him to collect himself, and finally he sucks in a sharp breath and blindly grabs at the first item. 

Keishin scans a few drinks and snacks, dropping them carelessly in a plastic bag for you. The last item makes his heart jump. 

Lube. 

He glaces up at you, and you’re smiling at him expectantly. He thinks this is as much of an invitation as he’ll get.

“Um,” he clears his throat, “fuck do ya need this for?” the question was supposed to come off as aloof and playful, but with the way his voice cracks, it sounds more genuine and raw than he’d ever intended. 

“Was hoping to use it on you, baby boy,” you purr. Keishin immediately feels heat explode between his legs. He chokes on his spit, and fumbles with the bottle. 

“Okay,” he squeaks, and passes the lubricant to you. Within the next few seconds, he puts out his cigarette, and goes to flip the sign on the door so that it reads “closed.” Keishin then hurries to the back room of the store, with you close on his heels. 

He has his hands on you as soon as you’re alone, clutching your shirt with his sweaty palms and hauling you forward to kiss him. Keishin can feel you smiling into the kiss, and his heart melts. He’s so in love with you it hurts. 

You lick your tongue against his lips, one of your hands holding his hip as the other holds the lube. Keishin opens his mouth, even though he’s a bit insecure about the fact that he knows he’ll taste like cigarettes. You don’t seem to mind one bit, eagerly pressing your tongue into his mouth and sucking on his tongue. 

Keishin groans, his grip on your shirt tightening, and the wetness between his legs steadily growing. He wants to feel your mouth on his pussy, and he wants your fingers- then cock- inside of him, and he doesn’t know which thing he wants more. 

You push yourself right up against him, so he can feel your hard cock press against his aching pussy, and that gives him his answer. He needs you inside of him. Now.

Keishin pulls away from you, panting heavily, “fuck me,” he demands. You tut, leaning in and biting his lower lip, Keishin yelps, “sorry, god- ouch! Please fuck me?” he tries, sucking on his now swollen lip. 

“That’s better,” you coo, pulling on the hem of his shirt. Keishin lends a helping hand, pulling off his shirt, and tossing it elsewhere. “Binder on or off?” you ask, and he tugs on your shirt while he thinks about it.

“Off,” he finally decides. You moan, and now it’s Keishin’s turn to smirk, because he loves how turned on you get from seeing his chest. 

The next couple of minutes are full of readjusting: Keishin yanks off his binder, you pull off your shirt, and the two of you maneuver to the small futon that Keishin keeps back here for your little trysts. 

With you on top of him, Keishin feels like caught prey. Your eyes scan his body hungrily, and then you dig in. 

First you kiss and suck at his neck, to which Keishin whines about, for he’ll have to cover them before practice unless he wants to answer or evade a myriad of invasive questions. 

You laugh, then move lower, burying yourself in his tits. Now Keishin whines for an entirely different reason. When you take on of his nipples into your mouth, he moans and arches his chest.

“Fuck yeah,” he groans breathlessly, holding onto your head, keeping you there. He lets you play with his chest for a bit, but it’s not enough, and only adds to the dull ache between his legs.

He groans your name, pushing your head lower, “c’mon, fuck me, please,” this time he remembers his manners. 

You make your way down his abdomen, kissing his skin tenderly as you do. It makes Keishin flush more when you’re sweet and soft with him compared to when you’re nasty and rough. He doesn’t want to get his hopes up, but you’ve been a lot more sweet with him these days. 

When you reach his pants, there’s some readjusting again as you get him out of them and his boxers. With the remaining fabric gone, Keishin is fully exposed to you, but the tingling sensation he feels isn’t nerves- it’s excitement. 

Your hands immediately fly to his pussy, collecting his wetness on your fingers, then rubbing at his erect clit. Keishin moans, then wails when he feels you kiss the piercing he has directly above his clit. 

“So noisy,” you muse teasingly, licking and sucking his clit into your mouth. Keishin resists the urge to sandwich your head between his thighs.

“Fuckin’ please man,” he begs as best as he can, “I’m dying, please, fill me up,” you pull off his cunt with a pop, and lick your lips.

“Noisy and needy,” you hum, going to pull off your pants. Keishin drools when you reveal your cock to him, and if he weren’t so wildly desperate, he’d demand (or beg, really) to suck you off first. You toss your pants elsewhere and grab the lube.

“Ah, should I have bought condoms too?” you ask. Keishin shakes his head, as it’s not like he’s messed around with anyone else since you entered his life, and he’s been tested.

“You clean?” he checks, sounding much too hopeful for his own liking. You smile fondly, 

“Yeah, I’m not fucking anyone but you, baby boy,” and Keishin’s heart swells.

“Well I’m on the pill, so…” he trails off, shrugging. Letting out a pleased hum, you pop open the bottle of lube. 

“I’m gonna creampie your pussy then,” you promise, coating your fingers. Keishin clenches around nothing, his lips parting at your dirty talk. 

“Yeah,” he says dumbly, because he didn’t even know he wanted that as badly as he does. “Yeahhh,” he moans next, when two of your fingers slip inside of him. Keishin yanks off his headband and closes his eyes, bathing in the sensations of your fingers stretching and fucking him open.

“You’re opening up so well for me baby,” you praise, curling and spreading your fingers. There’s an obscene squelching sound coming from his pussy from how wet he is, and how much lube you used. Keishin is panting, and then moaning when your thumb plays with his clit. The symphony of noise echos in the back room. 

“Fuck- Fuck!” he gasps when you add a third finger, “ooh ya better fuck me soon, or I’ll-”

“So noisy,” you tell him again, cutting him off, “we’re lucky no one’s in the shop,” and that image makes Keishin clench hard around your fingers. “Oh? Does my pretty baby boy want that? You want everyone to hear you begging for my cock?” He shakes his head, but lets out a long drawn out moan- effectively sending you a completely mixed message. 

“Please,” he then practically sobs, and luckily for him, you take pity on him. Or maybe you’re just as wound up as he is. 

You lather your cock in the lube, and hover over Keishin, placing your hands on either side of his head for stability. He wraps his legs around your waist, and when the tip of your dick brushes against his hole he lets out a choked moan. 

Pressing your hips forward, you easily slip inside of him. Keishin’s mouth drops open as you push yourself inside of him. 

“Oooh,” he exhales, sinking into the futon beneath him, looking entirely blissed out. You lean in, kissing his jaw when your hips meet. 

“Taking me so well,” you murmur, kissing him again. Keishin flutters around you, babbling incoherently. 

You start with a slow pace, letting him adjust to you, but Keishin’s been filling his hole with a dildo (that doesn't even begin to compare to you, but it gets the job done) every night that you’re apart, and it’s sooner than later that you can pick up the pace. 

Keishin lets out staccato moans in time with each thrust, pawing at your chest, until his hands find their way behind your back. He claws at your skin when you reangle your hips and your cock slides deeper into him.

“Ah, fuck,” he cries, clenching like a vice around you, “gonna cum.”

“Already?” you tease, slowing down. Keishin lets out a frustrated grunt, using his legs to pull you further into him,

“Yes, now please, please make me cum,” he huffs, frustration evident already. You let out a soft moan, and speed up again, per his request. Keishin sighs happily, feeling his orgasm begin to peak once again. 

“Want you,” he huffs, “want ya-ah t’cum in me, fuck me full’ve it please, wanna feel it drip-”

“Okay,” you cut him off, your thrusts becoming erratic and sloppy simultaneously. “I’m gonna cum too, god Keishin,” you whine, bringing a hand down to play with his clit. 

That’s what sends him over the edge, and how could it not? His cock twitches under your touch as he clenches and pulses around you. Keishin cries out your name, digging his nails into your back so hard that you’re sure you’ll have marks later.

You follow him soon after, pumping his womb full of your cum as you’d promised, and Keishin lets out a weak groan at the feeling. “Kei-” is all you can manage to mumble before capturing his lips as you ride out your orgasm. 

When you pull away, both of you are gasping for breath. You’re slow and gentle with pulling out, listening for any signs of pain or discomfort. You fall next to him, then fumble around for the blanket next to the futon. You cover the two of you with it, and snuggle up next to him as it always takes a bit for the two of you to recover before you can start cleaning him up. 

“Damn,” Keishin covers his blushing face with his hands, “I love you,” he whispers, too caught up in the moment to realize what he’s said.

“What?” you don’t let it slide, tugging at his arms gently, “what’d you say?” you sound excited, and that’s the only reason Keishin repeats what he’d confessed.

“Said I love you,” he avoids eye contact, blushing furiously. 

“Keishin,” you coo lovingly, hauling him into your arms, “I love you too!” 

He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, and returns your embrace. 

The two of you hold each other for a moment, until Keishin breaks the comfortable silence. 

“Ya have to pay me for the lube, y’know,” he mumbles sleepily. You bark out a laugh,

“Sure, I’ll give you 400 yen,” you ruffle his two toned hair, “tomorrow.”

[noyasmashing]

After Hours

Sub! Ukai Keishin x Dom!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[accioscarheadthings]

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔!! 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 🏐

smut🌶️ // fluff 🍭// angst🌧️// hurt-comfort 🎂// request 💌//

characters I write for

Tsukishima Kei

⨠ Too Tired 🌶️ established relationship, sub!tsukishima ⨠ Rough Day 🍭 establlshed relationship, switch!tsukishima

Keishin Ukai

⨠ Morning Off 🌶️🍭 established relationship, soft!dom!ukai

Oikawa Tooru

⨠ On my Tongue🌶️ established relationship, switch!needy!oikawa, ⨠ Collide 🌶️ established relationship, brat!oikawa, ⨠ Insatiable 🌶️💌 established relationship, pleasure!dom!oikawa,

Asahi Azumane

⨠ A Lil Taste 🌶️ established relationship, sub!asahi ⨠ In Your Arms 🎂🍭 established relationship, highschool!asahi

Akaashi Keiji

⨠ Making it up to you 🍭 established relationship, timeskipl!akaashi

Tadashi Yamaguchi

⨠ Breathless Encounter strangers to lovers, inexperienced!tadashi

-more to come!

multiple character stories

⨠ The Spiral Into Doubt 🎂🌧️

pairings: suguwara kōshi , daichi sawamura, kuroo tetsuro, asahi azumane, iwaizumi hajime, akaashi keiji

⨠ Spread Wide 🌶️

pairing: kuroo tetsuro x tsukishima kei x fem!reader

tropes: established relationship, threesome

⨠ Lessons In Intimacy pt.1🌶️🍭

⨠ Lessons in Intimacy pt.2 🌶️ 💌

pairing: kuroo tetsuro x kenma kozume x athelete!fem!reader

tropes: friends to lovers, allusions to poly relationship

⨠ On Court Chemistry 🍭

pairings: suguwara kōshi , daichi sawamura, ryūnosuke tanaka, yū nishinoya

⨠ Safe in his arms 🎂🍭💌

pairings: tadashi yamaguchi, asahi azuname, suguwara kōshi , daichi sawamura, iwaizumi hajime, osamu miya, akaashi kaiji, yaku morisuke, shinsuke kita

⨠ When they have a breeding kink 🌶️

pairings: nishinoya yuu, oikawa tooru, yamaguchi tadashi miya osamu, bokuto koutarou, hinata shouyou, kozume kenma, azumane asahi, kageyama tobio

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

[hoesoflamentation]

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

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

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

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

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 (𝐦��𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈)

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

He flashed you a smirk over his shoulder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You raised your eyebrows. “Rude?”

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

“I’m Y/N.”

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

You nodded in assent.

“What position?”

“Libero,” you replied without missing a beat.

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

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

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

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

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

. . .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

. . .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

. . .

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

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

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

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

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

“What makes you think I love volleyball?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“K-Keishin!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ququb444hm]

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝

part 31 / old man ☆

masterlist

important note!! there is the implication of a panic attack in this part so if that makes u uncomfortable, please do not continue reading! i am sorry in advance if i offend anyone by the way i write out the panic attack. i have not experienced one before and am basing the information solely on research i have done beforehand as well as the experiences of my friends. and for anyone who has experienced a panic attack, U R ONE OF THE STRONGEST PEOPLE EVER!

“geez, the school needs to start providing free umbrellas or something!” coach ukai exclaimed. he stared at his two players and team manager– tetsu, kozume, and yn were all dripping wet and shivering from the intense weather. “we’re ending practice a bit early so just grab a towel and dry yourselves up a bit or go take a quick shower in the locker room so you at least don’t catch a cold before the game next week.”

“yes, coach.” the three nodded, quickly making their way to the showers.

“yn!” mori called out, running up to his friend with a hoodie in hand. “change into this after so you’re not cold.”

yn eyed the material, smirking once she realized who it belonged to. “did rinnie give this to you?” she mused, “ohoho, so are you guys talking or what?”

“oh shut up, go take a shower. you smell like wet dog.” mori grumbled, shoving the hoodie into yn’s arms. yn giggled, thanking mori before heading into the girls locker room.

(note: guys.. i don’t actually ship mori n rin LOL js a disclaimer bc ik (or im pretty sure) they like haven’t met in the actual series…? they’re more of a sub-plot like cece n tetsu bc i love side character lore! anyways back to the storyyy)

once yn was done freshening up, she joined coach ukai and mr. takeda on the bleachers to talk about the game. "the team is looking good," coach examined. he watched as the players went up against each other in a quick match. "i just don't know what to do about kozume and keiji." he rubbed the back of his neck, deep in thought as he analyzed the papers yn gave him last practice.

"what do you mean?" yn asked. she didn't recall writing anything weird about the two.

coach ukai shrugged. "maybe it's because i've known these kids since they were freshmen, but something just feels off between the two. i compared your notes from the beginning of the semester to last week, and there's a slight decline in their abilities."

yn furrowed her brows, taking the papers from coach ukai to see the difference herself. "a decline?" her eyes scanned the data and much to her surprise, he was right. kozume's agility went down by 2.5% and keiji's been struggling to successfully set the ball up for kou which puts the team at a big disadvantage since kou is normally always on the court and has the most trust in keiji to send him the ball.

(note again: idk what i js pulled out of my ass w this one >o< i don’t play volley but wtvr! :3)

"speaking of kozume and keiji, where are they?" mr. takeda piped up. tetsurou finished showering at the same time as yn and was currently talking to a few members, assumingly giving them tips for next week, but kozume was still nowhere to be seen. there couldn’t have been only one working shower right? 

"bokuto!" coach ukai called out, "where's your setter?"

"uhh-" kou looked around, "not on the court, coach!"

keishin groaned. "well, obviously.."

"keiji is in the locker room, pretty sure.” kei answered instead. he heard the setter excuse himself to grab something in the locker room, but what would he need in there when they usually dropped their things off on the bleachers? the middle blocker shrugged it off, not caring too much about his upperclassman.

“uhm i think kozume is also still in there.” shoyou added. his eyes met yn’s, both of them starting to feel a bit uneasy after talking about the two last night. “do you want me to go grab them?” keishin sighed, motioning for shoyou to retrieve the two missing players.

as shoyou neared the red-painted metal doors, his ears picked up keiji’s voice. he sounded annoyed. really annoyed. “you can’t be seriously telling me you won’t leave yn alone, right? right? kozume c’mon,” keiji laughed in mockery, his voice was getting a bit louder, but not loud enough to reach the ears of the other people on the other side of the gym. “you’re just going to keep hurting her. she doesn’t deserve that. you don’t deserve her.”

“like you have any place to talk,” kozume barked back. though not as aggravated as keiji, kozume was firm with his words. “you made yn feel unimportant the whole time the two of you were in a relationship. you were the one who had an interest in her first, yet you barely took the time to show any effort. you couldn’t even go to one of the most important events in her life! she worked so hard, she always does, for the annual art exhibition, but you forgot about it.”

“i had an important meeting that day-” keiji tried to reason.

kozume only scoffed. “oh please.”

“okay. fine.” shoyou could hear heavy footsteps. keiji was corning kozume into the lockers. he pressed an accusing finger against his chest. “missing the art exhibition was a dick move, but am i the one who’s going for their friend’s ex? am i the one who would publicly reject yn, yet give her mixed signals behind closed doors, continuously confusing her and manipulating her feelings? am i the one who can’t make up his mind, slowly declining yn’s mental and emotional well-being? no, kozume, i’m not. you are. know your place. yn doesn’t need you.”

it was quiet for a few seconds before shoyou could hear keiji’s footsteps walking toward the door he was pressing his ear against. in a quick panic, the ginger hid behind a nearby scoreboard until he saw keiji far enough to where he wouldn’t see the worried sophomore slip into the locker room.

“kozume!” shoyou cried out. the blond was in a fetal position on the floor against the lockers. he rocked back and forth, the frantic movement almost causing him to hit his head against the hard metal. his breathing was short and unstable, almost like he was choking. it was even more difficult to breathe due to his strained cries. the state of his close friend made shoyou sick to his stomach, his body trembled, not knowing what to do. “what- whats happening?!” he tried to prevent kozume from accidentally injuring himself, but once his hand made contact with kozume’s shoulder, the blond slapped his hand away.

“don’t touch me!” he cried out. his eyes grew in panic, everything around him was overwhelming him past his limit.

shoyou fell back at the sudden impact, “kozume-”

“i’m sorry,” kozume dug his head back into his arms. “i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry-” he repeated the same words over and over again, each apology more desperate than the last. ‘i hit shoyou? why did i hit shoyou?’ “i didn’t mean it- i didn’t i-” his voice was restless, saying the same thing over and over as his mind grew louder by the second. ‘i hurt shoyou. i hurt yn. i can’t stop. i don’t know what to do. i can’t stop. it hurts. everything hurts. i hurt yn. my heart wont shut up. it’s so loud. everything is so loud. please shut up. please shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up-’

“kozume i don’t know what to do!” shoyou sobbed. the situation was getting to much for him, he needed to call someone for help. “i’m going to get yn, she’ll know what to do-”

“SHUT UP.” shoyou stopped in his tracks, body cold at the sudden yell. kozume’s head jerked up at his own words, disbelief written across his face. was he the one who yelled that? “please don’t get yn. please- shoyou please.” he was tirelessly begging. tears constructing his vision enough to not even know if shoyou was opening the door or not. “please. please don’t call yn. i don’t- she can’t know. please. i’m sorry i yelled. i’m sorry- just. just- don’t move.”

shoyou slowly removed his hand from the door handle. his movements were slow, scared that he might suddenly alarm kozume again. he squeezed his eyes shut, breathing long and slow to calm his nerves so that he could at least provide some sort of ease to kozume. “okay…” he whispered, slowly opening his eyes. shoyou bent down to kozume’s level, leaving a foot of space between them as he tried to calm the blond’s nerves as he just did his own. “it’s okay koz. it’s okay.” continuing the breathing exercise he was previously doing, shoyou used his hands to motion each inhale, each hold of breath, and each exhale. 

“i’m sorry.” kozume murmured, unable to meet shoyou’s gaze. he was slowly regaining stable breathing, the pain in his chest diminishing. 

“don’t apologize!” shoyou scolded. “i’m the one who should say sorry, kozume.” the ginger choked back his tears, refraining from overwhelming his friend. “i didn’t know what to do and i couldn’t help you..”

kozume shook his head, “you did help, sho. thank you.” a small smile graced his features, reassuring his friend.

the two sat in silence for a few minutes until shoyou decided to let his curiosity flow free. “kozume, can i ask you something?” the blonde nodded. “what's happening between you and keiji? and why can’t yn know about this? why are you hiding it from her?”

kozume let out a weak laugh. “that’s more than just a something.” 

“sorry, i just don’t get it!” shoyou whined. “yn likes you, a lot, and i thought you really like yn too. so why are u letting keiji get in the way and talk you down like that? why are you so afraid of letting yourself be happy?”

the familiar question rang through kozume’s mind. a previous conversation from tetsurou suddenly resurfacing.

“are you afraid of letting yourself be happy or something? look, i’m not saying you should’ve prevented keiji from asking yn out, but you’ve liked my sister since what? the second grade? and you just let some new guy sweep her off her feet? that’s just crazy, man! i know for a fact that he could never have the same connection you and her have, trust me, i’m like psychic or something. i know you’re the better person–- the only person, actually, for yn.” 

“it’s not that…” kozume groaned. “i’m afraid that…if yn and i do become something more than what we are now, i’ll disappoint her more than i already do. what if, once we start dating, she realizes she doesn’t actually like me?”

shoyou frowned. keiji’s words were dug deep into kozume’s heart. nothing he could say, no amount of reassurance could ever directly change kozume’s mindset. it needed to come from her–

knock. knock. knock. 

“sho? kozume? are you guys okay? i- uhm we’re getting worried…you two have been in there for a long time, is everything okay?”

there she was. the only person who could dissolve all of keiji’s cruel words from kozume’s distraught soul. 

“sorry, we’ll be out in a sec, nn!” shoyou called out. he reached a hand out for kozume to take. “are you okay to go outside?”

the blonde took a deep breath. “we have a game next week, don’t we?” he placed his hand on shoyou’s, pulling himself up.

the two opened the door to reveal yn’s big doe eyes brimming with concern. “what happened? did you lose your towel? was the water too cold?” she enveloped kozume’s hands into her own, feeling the difference in temperature. “if you didn’t have any warm water, you should’ve told us! taking a cold shower after being soaked in the rain isn’t good for you!” 

“hey!” coach ukai irked, already frustrated that kozume would only have less than an hour to practice. “stop feeling the boy up and let him get his ass to work!”

yn’s eye twitched at the suggestive assumption. she quipped her head at keishin and flipped him off. “shut up, old man!”

part 30 sassy man apocalypse <- | masterlist | -> part 32 nipples in a twist

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[nikkento-writes]

I'm heavily in my haikyuu era right now and I'm fantasizing about this keishin ukai series that I want to manifest into reality someday. Alas, I have about ten other fics/series I'm thinking of, so this might just have to stay in the vault for a while

premise is a shy reader who has a big crush on ukai while they're in high school, she attends all of Karasuno volleyball games just to watch him play, but she's too shy to act on her feelings. Ukai is oblivious (of course) but has always liked her as a friend/supporter of the team. Years and years later, they reunite when reader subs as coach while Takeda goes on paternity leave. The two reminisce on high school days, and she finally decides to admit her little crush on him from all those years ago, which piques his interest and then kiss kiss fall in love

I will write this one day (maybe). we'll see

[fallingdownhell]

Request Info!!

So, what follows is a little overview for the fandoms, characters and 'genres' i will write and which ones I won't write.

Also, I'll be adding a character limit. No more than 4 characters per request! If there's more in them, I'll pick out some of them to get to the mentioned number!

The fandoms:

- Genshin Impact

Honkai Star Rail

- Haikyuu

- Demon Slayer

- Vanitas no carte

The Characters:

Both NSFW and SFW:

Genshin Impact: Zhongli, Yelan, Xiao, Wanderer, Tighnari, Aether, Thoma, Shenhe, Rosaria, Raiden, Ningguang, Kazuha, Kaeya, Itto, Heizou, Gorou, Diluc, Dainsleif, Cyno, Childe, Beidou, Baizhu, Ayato, Albedo, Alhaitham, Dehya, Neuvillette; Wriothesley; Chlorinde; Navia; Lyney, Arlecchino, Kinich, Ororon, Capitano,

Honkai Star Rail: Gepard; Blade; Aventurine; Dr. Ratio; Gallagher; Argenti; Black Swan; Kafka; Dan Heng; Sunday; Boothill; Jing Yuan; Sampo; Acheron; Moze; Jiaoqui; Feixiao;

Haikyuu: Daichi, Sugawara, Asahi, Tsukishima, Kiyoko, Keishin Ukai, Saeko Tanaka, Kuroo, Kenma, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Bokuto, Akaashi, Semi, Tendou, Terushima, Sakusa, Komori, Kita, Osamu, Atsumu, Suna, Aran

Demon Slayer: All the Hashiras (except Muichiro), Muzan, Akaza, Kokushibou, Douma

Vanitas: Vanitas, Noé, Jeanne, Dominique

Regarding NSFW Requests:

- I write both Top/Dom AND Bottom/Sub reader, but I do prefer to write for Top/Dom Reader, since I don't really see that too often around here

-Regarding NSFW works, I will either write in gender neutral/non binary terms or with female pronouns. No male reader, since I don't feel comfortable with that

- I also write for character x character ships (counting all of them would be too much for here, but I am a Multishipper, so I'm okay with most stuff so long as it's not something with a huge age gap or illegal)

- I am pretty much okay with most kinks (except for the very, very heavy stuff, like piss kink, scat, non con, rape, etc....)

ONLY SFW

Genshin Impact: Bennett, Chongyun, Collei, Faruzan, Fischl, Razor, Hutao, Jean, Kokomi, Kuki Shinobu, Layla, Nahida, Sucrose, Venti, Xiangling, Xingqui, Yanfei, Yunjin; Furina; Freminet; Lynette

Haikyuu: Nishinoya, Tanaka, Yamaguchi, Hinata, Kageyama, Yaku, Kyotani, Ushijima

Honkai Star Rail: Bronya; Seele; Himeko; Huohuo; Jingliu; Luocha; Ruan Mei; Silver Wolf; Topaz; Welt; Yanquing; Guinaifen; Luka; Serval; Yukong; Tingyun

Demon Slayer: Tanjirou, Zenitsu, Inosuke, Tamayo

Vanitas: nothing to be added right now

Some of these are just personal preferences for what I feel comfortable with. I ask of you that you please don't ask NSFW stuff for characters that I don't feel comfortable writing for.

If a certain character is not mentioned at all, than that just means that I DON'T write for them.

I DO feel comfortable writing heavier topics like self harm, depression, suicide, death and stuff like that, as long as it is not glorified or romanticised. Stuff like that should always be taken seriously, never be taken lightly, made fun of or be glorified. That is just wrong.

What I don't write, ever:

Obviously illegal stuff like Incest and rape, etc.

I won't write for children characters (i.e Klee, Diona,...), especially not explicit stuff. If anyone were to ask something like that off me, that person will be immediatly blocked.

Also, I won't write anything including pregnancy or stuff with kids, since I don't feel comfortable with these topics, at all.

Okay, I think that should be all for now. If I did forget anything or you still have questions, just ask away and I'll answer them as soon as I get to them.

With that being said, I wish you a pleasant rest of your day/night!<3

[gabzlovesu]

im thinking maneater/femme fatale reader that constantly fights with asshole ukai for the yakuza au… 🧍🏽‍♀️

[missuga]

𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 — Keishin Ukai

Summary: you come home from a party to see your brother’s friend’s car still sitting in the driveway

Content Warnings and wc: aged up. college au. car sex, semi public, unprotected sex, slight degradation, small age gap, unedited | 2.3k

Sub Female Reader — 18+ only | nsfw

You were walking home from the party you’d been at when you noticed the black car sitting in your driveway. Headlights bright enough to light up the front of your house, it was late enough that he was probably leaving for the night. You walked around the drivers side of the car only noticing the window was down when you were close enough to smell the smoke drifting out of the car.

“Hey.” The familiar voice calls from inside the car, and you couldn’t help the small smile when you saw you Ukai tap the cigarette in his hand, ashes dropping onto the ground outside the car.

You come up to stop beside the car eyeing the cigarette when he brings it to his lips, taking a long drag on it, holding the smoke in for a moment.

“You’re still here?” You ask, pushing your hands into your pockets trying fight of the nights chill. He had been here when you left hours ago.

Ukai only nods as he breaths out the smoke slowly, flicking the butt onto the ground. You nearly rolled your eyes at the action.

“Step on that for me, would you?” He asks, the signature smirk pulling at his lips when you do just that, pushing the remains of the embers against the concrete. Resting his arm on the door he tilted his head slightly to look up at you. “It’s cold as shit out, get in here.”

You wanted to decline and go inside; you should go to bed. But you couldn’t resist the way he slightly raises an eyebrow, waiting for you to eventually listen to him.

“Weren’t you leaving a while ago?” You asked once you sat comfortably in the passenger seat of his car. The heat blowing through the vents warming you quickly.

“Yeah, but your brother talks way too damn much, got distracted.” Ukai laughed resting his head back on the seat. You knew exactly what he was talking about, your brother could go on about random shit for hours, and he always seemed to drag Ukai into too. “You’re out late, was the party fun?”

You nodded in response, trying to actually remember what happened there. It went by as a blur, and the few drinks you had didn’t help. It was pretty much uneventful other than playing beer pong with some of your friends.

“It wasn’t crazy, we all left pretty early actually, got pretty boring at the end.” You sighed, remembering how dull it had gotten after people started leaving, it wasn’t long after that when your group decided to leave as well.

“Boring, huh? You sure you just couldn’t wait to come back for me?” Ukai teased, the smirk still sitting on his lips. You could only shake your head at his words, almost finding them to be annoying.

You couldn’t really describe your relationship with him. He was always around because of your brother, and you hadn’t missed the way he looked at you, or the soft touches he spared when no one was watching. Sometimes you even had given into his offers. Surprisingly, it didn’t feel wrong, being with your brother’s friend.

“That’s exactly it, you got me.” An amused edge laced the tone of your voice as you responded, in your tipsy state you couldn’t find the energy to fight back against his teasing. “I just couldn’t stand knowing you’d leave, so I rushed home.”

Ukai considered your words for a moment before barking out a loud laugh, twisting his body to lean on the console between the two seats. There wasn’t much separating you in the car, you could smell the smoke sitting on his breath.  

You couldn’t help but try pushing down the butterflies in your stomach when his eyes drop down to your lips, he was always so forward with this. Not waiting to get what he wanted, especially if that something was you.

There was a lingering moment between you two where nobody moved, but it ended quickly. Ukai’s hand moved up to cup your face before sliding to rest on the back of your head, leaning even closer to you. You could feel his breath on your lips now.

“Since your night was boring, how about we make it a little more exciting?” His voice was low as he spoke, tongue running slowly over his bottom lip.

“What do you have in mind?” You asked despite knowing exactly what was on his mind, it was no secret when the smirk widened on his face.

He closed the distance between your lips as an answer to your question. The quiet music playing from the radio faded away as you chased the softness of his lip on yours, they were both comforting and exciting. He always kissed you like it was the first time.

When his other hand wandered up to caress your cheek you let him, leaning into his touch even more, only pulling away panting from him kissing your breath away.

You always melted under his touch; it was just so easy. He knew you like the palm of his hand, and he used it to his advantage. This wasn’t nearly close to the first time you’d done anything with him, but it was almost the most public time, even if you were only in his car.

“Did my brother go to sleep yet.” You asked, your words airy as you breathed against his lips.

“Don’t know.” That’s all he offered as an answer, his hand sliding down from your hair to palm your breasts through your thin shirt. Trying to lean closer into his touch you groaned when the console separating you got in the way.

Ukai reached behind him for a moment before pushing his seat all the way back, tugging on your shirt for you to move.

It only took you a moment to crawl into his lap, connecting your lips again. Pressing your chest against his, your hands gripped the collar of his shirt tightly. One of his hands lazily slides up, pushing under your shirt, fingers trailing over the soft skin.

The kiss is different than the first one, hungrier. His tongue pushes past your lips, dancing with your own. A soft moan slips from you, muffling against his lips as he swallows the sound. His other hand finds your hips, pressing you down into his lap further.

Rolling your hips once against him, you reveled in the low groan you pulled from him. His grip tightens on your hips, chest heaving when the kiss finally breaks. Locking your eyes with his, the darkness in them did nothing more than build the familiar sensation starting to burn in your core. The smirk still sat on his lips, but it looked almost different with the glint in his eyes.

“You’re so cute, since when has my girl gotten so bold, hm?” Ukai could tell what the nickname did to you, always using it to wrap you tightly around his fingers.

“Shut up.” You retorted, cheeks burning at the low chuckle sounding from him. You almost couldn’t care about the cockiness coming from him, the need building in you was getting too much, the combination of his touch and the alcohol that swam in your system only made it worse.

He knew exactly what you wanted, slipping an arm between you under the skirt you wore. Pressing his fingers into the wet spot growing in your panties before pushing them aside. Dragging fingers through your damp folds, stopping right before pressing against your clit lightly.

You couldn’t help but press your hips against his hand, wanting more than what he was giving you, even if he has just started. He pauses his movements and you let out a breath you were holding, eyebrows furrowing as you meet his gaze.

The smug smile on his lips nearly made you want to slap it off, he was fucking with you.

“Kei.” You groaned, gripping his shoulder tightly with one of your hands, moving the other to slip into his hair tugging harshly at it.

“Mm, yes sweetheart?” He asked almost sweetly, voice laced with a façade of saccharine.

“Don’t tease me-“ You couldn’t finish your sentence before his lips were crashing against yours once more, using it as a distraction to push two fingers inside your aching core. Curling them just right to make your back arch, pressing your chest further into him.

You reached between you, tugging at his belt but he only pushed your hands away. Quickly undoing it himself, pushing his layers down just enough for his cock to spring free. Moving your hips up he pulled his fingers from you, ignoring the huff you let out before pushing his hips up. Sliding his cock between your folds, dragging the arousal dripping from you.

The tip of his cock pressed against your opening in a brief warning before he pulled you down, slowly bottoming out inside you. The stretch burned slightly, even with the bit of prep he offered you, each roll of his hips up into you only helps to ease it.

“Fuck, relax for me.” Ukai breathed out, pressing slow kisses down your neck. After a moment you start slowly moving your hips with his, trying to bounce yourself to the best of your ability in the small car. Holding onto his shoulders for support, it was hard to move with him.

He pauses, pushing your shoulders back motioning you to rest your back against the steering wheel. The new angle allows him to hold your hips up, thrusting up into you roughly.

“You’re so fucking tight, shit.” He groans under his breath as his fingers find your clit again, expertly rubbing circles against the sensitive bud. The new sensation has your walls clamping down around his thick cock with each hard thrust into you.

“Fuck, fuck Kei!” Your thoughts are jumbled with each sharp thrust into you, you can’t hold back the noises tearing from your chest anymore. The way he shifts his hips has his cock brushing against the perfect spot, sending white hot pleasure through you.

“Holy fuck, sweetheart you sound so fucking good like that.” Ukai’s hand slides from your hips to push up your shirt, eyes trained on your tits as they bounce each time he slams into you. “Look so good with my cock stuffin you full.”

Your hand pushes against the door to steady yourself, the rattling force of his hips colliding with yours was intense, your breath being knocked out of your chest. Mouth hanging open as he pushes you even closer to the edge, the coil in your stomach tightening.

He pushes his hand under your bra, palming and massaging your breast before his fingers toy with your nipple, rolling his thumb over the sensitive bud. Pinching it sharply forcing a sharp gasp from you.

“What a perfect little slut for me, takin my cock so well, in a car too. Anyone could see us baby, is that what you want?” He growled lowly, his hand sliding up from your chest to grip your jaw tightly pulling your face close to him.

“Fuck, I don’t care, just-fuck harder, please!”

The darkness in his eyes was even more evident, pupils blown out wide from the pleasure. He captured your lips in a rough kiss, teeth clashing as he pushed his tongue into your mouth again. Spit smearing against your chins as it grew even sloppier.

Ukai’s cock slams into you relentlessly, he was overwhelming you with each and every touch. You couldn’t even think straight, everything screamed his name, mirroring your own almost broken voice now.

“You gonna cum, baby? You’re practically sucking me in now, go on and cum like the good little whore you are.” Your chest was heaving from lack of air when he finally pulled away from the kiss, moving his grip to your neck now.

“Yes! Yes don't fucking stop, please just like that, m’so close, Kei.” You whined, barely able to from a full sentence, words meshing together as you begged.

The pleasure was burning through your whole body now, head fuzzy from the alcohol and his touch. Your eyes nearly rolling back into your head as your thighs began to tremble, pressure building in your core almost becoming too much.

With one last hard thrust into you, the tip of his cock slamming into your cervix you unraveled, a loud whine of his name leaving your lips before he leaned forward, swallowing your moans once more. Your noises muffled now as he continues to fuck into you, fingers not stopping their assault on your puffy clit.

“Ahhh, fuck m’gonna cum baby, so fuckin tight-”

You shook in his hold as you spasmed around his thick cock, his thrusts growing sloppier. The hold he had on himself breaking, and he soon follows after you as he cums. Grinding up into you as he pumps you full of his cum, groans muffled against your lips.

It takes you a moment to clear your head before opening your eyes, resting your forehead against his. Reaching up to push a strand of hair that had fallen free of his headband. Both of your chests heaving as your tried catching your breath.

“Holy fuck, Kei.” You breathed out, not really able to say anything else. Staying in his lap cringing as he slowly started softening inside you.

“That was fun.”

You nearly rolled your eyes at the look on his face, the smirk from before already slipping back onto his lips.

“You’re a fuckin dork.” You couldn’t help but laugh now, pressing another soft kiss to his lip before pushing your hands on his chest. You could feel the cum dripping out of you now. “You still wanna leave?”

“Hm, not exactly my night’s pretty good right now.” He answered, slowly rubbing his hand up and down your side.

“I think I can sneak you past my brother… how about a shower?”

[akaashisbabygirl]

reader saying they want to be in charge in the bedroom tonight

warnings: slight nsfw

kageyama tobio

i do think that kageyama is a switch, so he kinda doesn’t really mind if you’re going to be the dominant one in the bedroom today. though i do think he is leaning more to the dom side of being switch and he doesn’t really expect you to be like “let me top you in bed tonight!!!!!” though, i would like to say that when you do too him, he becomes such a subby and moaning mess underneath you, a side he’ll never let anyone see EVER

yamaguchi tadashi

i mean- i really do not think tadashi is gonna kind of you want to top tonight or if you want him to top. he’s a subby boy and i really do think he likes it when you’re in charge in the bedroom. one hundred and ten percent so happy to have you top him tonight in bed. like seriously, this man isn’t going to complain at all over it. if you want to top him, just say so. he will willing let you with zero to no complaints at all

tanaka ryūnosuke

i also do think that tanaka is more of a switch in the bedroom so like the others, he doesn’t really mind if you want to be the dominant one in the bedroom tonight. though, i just don’t really see him being such a subby person so it’s probably rarely he will actually let you be the one to take control in the bedroom. it’s pretty rare but he does enjoy it and doesn’t mind if you want to top him, i just cannot really see him being subby

nishinoya yū

literally a sub. i stand by the fact that i do think that noya is a switch but leaning more towards the sub side. so when you do ask him if you can top him in bed, he’s honestly like “SURE PLEASE” he becomes such a moaning and whining mess in the bedroom and doesn’t really let anyone see that side of him except for you. he loves it when you top him. i also do feel like he’d have a mommy/daddy kink and would totally call you that if you’re comfortable with it

akaashi keiji

okay i feel like i keep writing about subby boys. but akaashi is also like the boys above - he’s completely cool with you topping him. i do feel like he is subby (but i’m a sub so this is very biased) and he does like it when you top him every now and then. no complaining too. he’s very shy when he moans and tries to keep them to himself. he loves it when you hold his hand while topping him too, he thinks it’s cute linking his fingers with yours

iwaizumi hajime

okay so when it comes to iwaizumi i really just do not see you being able to top him at all. he’s more of a top, the dominant one. he really isn’t going to let you top him. it’s just not really his thing to be topped by anyone, he likes to do the topping. he’s cool with you wanting to try, but at the end it’s going to end up with him topping you. i just cannot see you being able to top him at all. he does try and let it happen, but he just cannot

ushijima wakatoshi

i honestly feel like ushijima will be like “okay too me” for the first few minutes. but after a while he does a complete 360° and now he’s the one topping you in bed. i feel like he’s the type who would be like, cool with you topping them but since he’s not a sub at all he just cannot stand the fact that you’re the one topping him. he doesn’t mind if you want to try. it just means that by the end of the night you’re gonna end up underneath him

hinata shōyō

SUB SUB SUB SUB SUB. literally please top him in the bedroom. he loves it when you’re in control and when you’re making him feel so good. he absolutely loves it. he loves it when you top him. totally has a mommy/daddy kink and will call you that if you’re comfortable. he’s such a soft baby when it comes to you topping him and honestly just loves it. he gets excited when you ask to top him, he’s like PLEASE!!!! he loves it so much

suna rintarō

when it comes to suna i do feel like he is a switch but only to an extent - he’s leaning more towards the dominant side. he doesn’t really let you top him as often and so it does kinda come as a surprise to him when you ask him if you’re able to top him in the bedroom. i really don’t think that he minds if you want to or not - it’s more of the if he’s actually able to lay there and let you be in control in the bedroom. otherwise he’s turning you over and topping you

osamu miya

i don’t think he would let you top him in bed which is why he’s kinda shocked that you did ask him to top him in bed. he’s very shocked actually. but i don’t feel like he would be completely against the fact that you want to top him in bed. he’ll let you - but at the end of the day he might as well just change how it’s going and top you in the bedroom instead. yet, i do think it’s something he does want to try out every now and then

aran ojiro

no. just no. i cannot, i absolutely cannot see him as being a sub. i just cannot see it. he probably chuckles when you ask him if you can top him in bed. personally i just cannot see aran letting you top him at all, he’s the dominant one in the bedroom and he really isn’t going to give up his dominance. but really, i just cannot see him as someone who is going to let you top him, even if you ask, he’ll still be in charge no matter what

ukai keishin

kinda both a yes and a no when it comes to you being in charge in the bedroom. i feel as it would be very rare for him to let you top him in bed as he’s mainly the one who wants to be in charge - but at the end of the day i do think he’s the one who is going to be in charge in the bedroom and he wouldn’t really ever have you top him. he does it a few times just to get to know how it feels but really he is going to be the one in charge

matsukawa issei

no. that’s all i have to say. no. he’s not going to let you top him in bed. even if you try by pinning him down - matsukawa will flip the two of you around and pin you down onto the bed now. he is just not someone who is wanting to be a sub in the bedroom - he doesn’t like the idea of having someone top him. he doesn’t mean to hurt your feelings - it’s just that he cannot really see himself getting topped by his partner and it’s not something he wants to do

hanamaki takahiro

i do feel like he is a switch and doesn’t really mind if you want to be the one in charge in the bedroom. if you do suggest you wanting to be in charge in the bedroom he will be willing to try it out first time around. if he’s interested in it and does enjoy himself while you’re in charge - then he’s willing to do it again and again whenever you feel like being in charge. he doesn’t mind at all who is gonna top in the bedroom

kyōtani kentarō

i am contemplating whether kyotani will tell you not to top him because he’s the dom or he’s the switch who has days where you want him to top him. i think he leans more towards switch where he will want you to top him sometimes but that’s something he’s never wanting to admit. when you ask him if you can top him in bed - he will not admit how much he wants you to do that. he will enjoy it but he will also probably deny that factor

tsukishima kei

tsukishima for me kinda leans more towards the side where he will let you top him if you ask to be in charge in the bedroom. i do not think he minds at all. at first - he mocks and teases you jokingly about you being in charge and probably even says that “you can’t top him” but please show him otherwise. he tries to hide his moans and how much he’s enjoying you being in charge - yet that’s something he will never admit to you

sugawara kōshi

switch! he’s totally a switch in bed and if you do feel like being in control tonight - just let him know!! i feel like sugawara doesn’t mind at all who is in charge in the bedroom. he can become quite a subby mess when you’re the one in charge - he just doesn’t really admit that as much. he sometimes even asks you if you want to be in control before the two of you start because he does love having you in control and in charge

bokuto kōtarō

no. i do feel like this boy is a complete dom no matter what. i feel like that even if you did want to be in charge in the bedroom - it would only last you five minutes or so because bokuto cannot wait. he’s so eager to fill you up with his cock and fuck you into the sheets below. there’s no way he’s willing to wait and be teased by you in the bedroom. he’s more dominant than submissive in this situation, so expect the tables to turn quickly if you want to be on top

kuroo tetsurō

another man where all i can say is “no”. i really do feel as if kuroo isn’t going to let you be in charge in the bedroom and probably chuckles at you when you ask him if you can be. he’s just really not into being the submissive one in the bedroom and he likes to be in charge. so personally, i just cannot see him being subby at all or even letting you take control in the bedroom. i don’t even think he would let you try it to be honest

kenma kozume

do it. honestly if you’re wanting to be the one in charge tonight - kenma has absolutely zero complaints. be in charge. i don’t really see kenma as someone who is going to be dominant so he’s really wanting you to be in charge when it comes to the bedroom. and oh my god the way that he loves it!! he loves it so much but i do feel as if he won’t be very expressive with his thoughts about it - but he loves being topped by you <3

oikawa tōru

acts like a dominant. is a dominant to an extent. usually can be a subby mess underneath you because oh boy does this man love it when you top him. he talks a lot of game saying he’s usually in charge in the bedroom - but you can prove him wrong at any minute. he loves it so much when you’re the one taking control and he isn’t afraid to say that. he becomes such a subby and whiny mess for you it’s not even funny

tendou satori

i feel like tendou is leaning in the middle - he’s like a switch but i don’t know if he leans more towards the dom or sub side. but if you are wanting to take charge in bed he will be totally cool with it. just take charge - he literally does not care. tendou can be in charge when you want him to be in charge and is willing to let you be in charge when you want to be in charge. he loves it so much and always tells you that

terushima yūji

you know - i’ve seen things where people say that terushima is the dominant one but i really do see him as a switch. so when you do come to him saying that you want to be in charge in the bedroom - he’s cool with it because he’s curious to know what it’s like. he just never expected himself to love it as much as he does. he loves it when you’re in control and making him do things he usually makes you do in the bedroom. 10/10 loves it

sakusa kiyoomi

i don’t really see sakusa as being switch or a sub (mainly a sub) because he just does not give me those vibes. so when you’re asking him if you can be in control in the bedroom tonight he’s kinda hesitant about it. he does enjoy it whenever you’re in charge - but as i said with tanaka it’s something that happens every now and then not all the time. he’s not really someone who is subby so i just can’t see it happening as often

atsumu miya

i don’t think he’s going to let you top him in the bedroom, but those are just my thoughts. he gives me the vibes of someone who is always wanting to be in control when it comes to who is in charge. don’t get me wrong - he is willing to try it out with you and see if he likes it or not, but atsumu is not really a sub. maybe every now and then, he is willing to let you be in charge, but usually it’s not really his thing to do during sex

kita shinsuke

i do think kita is a switch, so i don’t think he minds at all when you say you want to top him in bed tonight. he really does not mind at all. if you feel like being in control, just let him know as he’s cool with letting you be in control. like yamaguchi, he has zero to no complaints when it comes to who is gonna top tonight in bed and he doesn’t mind at all if it’s you. secretly wants to be topped by you but that’s something he’ll never say

daichi sawamura

he’s another one who i don’t really see as a sub at all or someone who is going to let you be in charge in the bedroom. i feel like being in charge when it comes to sex is more of what he wants in the bedroom. don’t get me wrong, he does want you to at least include what you want to do when you two have sex, but he just isn’t really someone who is going to be very interested in having you top him in the bedroom

asahi azumane

subby boy! subby boy! subby boy! he totally will want you to top him every now and then in the bedroom but he’s too shy to admit it. he does like it when you’re in charge in the bedroom. he gets kinda excited when you ask him if you’re able to top him today, he’s just so happy to have you on top. does have a mommy/daddy kink and will use it if you’re comfortable with it. he really just loves it when you top him in the bedroom

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[noyasmashing]

KEISHIN UKAI

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[nadiejuicy]

Um can I request Dom F! Reader with Sub Ukai Kenshin

Dom F! Reader is the mom of one of Ukai's players and he is just her little slutty baby

ukai keishin x dom f! reader

pairings: ukai keishin x f! reader

genre: smut

word count: 842

warnings: sub! ukai keishin x dom! f! reader; feminine body; milf; age gaps; praise; dom/sub dynamics; oral (f! receiving);

a/n: thank u so much for this request, anon! i got a little lost about which boy from karasuno the reader would be mother, so i left it kind of open, hopefully not a problem. i really liked it and i hope you like it too.

When you went to watch Karasuno's game for the first time, you didn't think it would end like this.

It was great when your son arrived excited after his first win in a long time.

“We have a new trainer” he said, confident that the days they were called “wingless crows” were over.

You were just going to honor your son, cheer for him. Everyone was very passionate about volleyball, so after an endless set losing to Aoba Johsai, it was an immeasurable sadness. You went to console him when you met him.

The new coach.

He didn't look like a coach, actually. You thought the trainer was old Ukai, so it was a surprise when you bumped into the handsome young man with dyed hair and ear piercings.

“Sorry” you said, introducing yourself shortly afterwards as the mother of one of the boys. Keishin hadn't gotten used to it yet, meeting the mothers of the boys he was temporarily training was a novelty. Especially such a sexy mother. His skin still burned with the feel of you bumping into him. Damn, you looked soft. Without realizing it, a thousand scenarios flashed through his head, he was a young adult after all and the fact that you were almost 20 years older than him just made it all the more exciting.

Nervous about how he should handle the situation, he just tried to please.

"He's a good boy".

In that brief moment, none of you imagined it.

“You're a good boy” you praised him pulling the dyed blonde strands between your fingers, as he ate your pussy so well.

He moaned against your greedy cunt, he wanted to touch you. You had cum so many times, leaving his face shiny, covered in your juices. Not being able to touch was torture.

All this shit started when they beat Shiratorizawa. Nobody expected Karasuno to win the game and the night was one of celebration. It was inappropriate, it wasn't your intention to have an affair with your son's coach, who was much younger than you, but you guys didn't realize until you were fucking in the locker room. And now it had become a routine. You were sitting in his face, in the darkness of the store he owned, a dimness that came from the streetlamp hugging their bodies every now and then.

“You're such a good little baby, I know you are,” you moaned long, moving your hips back and forth across his face, his nose rubbing against your throbbing clit as he worked his tongue over your tight hole.

He knew he couldn't touch, you were so patient. He knew you would fuck his face until you cum, as many times as you wanted, but it was too good, it tasted so good, he craved it. When he realized it, he was touching your soft thighs, pressing them against his face. He felt the burning in one hand and the loud slap sound as you hit where he touched you.

"No touching, Keishin" you ordered, pinching his cute little upturned nose, preventing him from breathing "Don't make me repeat it, baby."

Ukai squinted, feeling the pressure of your body on his face and the slight sensation of suffocation. He moved his tongue again against your pussy, pressing the muscle as hard as he could into your folds.

“Hmmm, that's right” you moaned at the sensation, throwing your head back and letting it breathe again.

He tried to take a deep breath, being cut off as your wet, swollen clit slapped against his nose again. You had picked up the pace, your hips frantically moving back and forth, slamming into his face. He moaned at the sensation. The heat at the bottom of your belly building, your pussy throbbing in his mouth and your sensitive swollen clit, you were going to cum so hard, was close.

“You're going to make me cum again, baby,” you said, holding your breast tightly, but his mouth was too busy to respond, concentrating on keeping the perfect rhythm for you.

Your thighs trembled on his cheeks, as more of your cum spread across his handsome face, you pulled back his hair, which elicited another moan from him, the vibrations going straight to your cunt, making you cum. You yelled, rubbing yourself against him a few more times as you looked him in the eye, his brown eyes half-closed, glazed at you.

When the sensitivity hit, you leaned into him and lowered himself deeper into his body, your cum spreading in his chest. He was a mess, his hair disheveled, his face fucked up as he was looking at you with a silly, crooked smile. You distributed kisses on his wet face, smiling too. He was a good boy, so cute.

“Thank you, baby~” you said, pulling his hands away so he could touch you, distributing more some kisses in your mouth, tasting your own cum.

Oh shit, he was in your hands, totally dominated. He smiled, his hands gripping hard your waist.

"Oh no. Thank you".

[kumzume]

hi hey hello, i’m tumblr user KUMZUME and this is my very first open collaboration and long awaited 2k event !!

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THEME -> untouched!! a pretty broad topic that can include anything from cumming untouched (hehe) to tainting something (or someone) that has never been touched before! there are a lot of options w toys, k¡nks, and settings so go wild!! just make sure your work falls somewhere under the theme <33

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[chiwhorei]

green scrunchies

pairing: dom!k. ukai x sub!fem!reader

genre: smut, 18+ minors dni

word count: 4.1k

warnings: swearing, spanking, smoking, daddy kink, dom/ sub dynamics, brat taming, subspace, dirty talk, degradation, age gap(reader is 22ish and ukai is 26ish) spitting, fingering, oral (fem receiving), edging, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, a little dumification, public nudity (kinda), unprotected sex, tattoos (there’s a tattoo in a really unholy place), this is just filth okay

a/n: i have been sitting on the bulk of this piece for a fucking month and am honestly so surprised i finished it. this was inspired by a picture i saw of a really naughty tattoo and my mind want crazy and vomited on to a google doc.

hymn: nothing’s gonna hurt you baby by cigarettes after sex

“but today isn’t a day of honey-sweet ministrations.”

Ukai Keishin is a gentle man. The team of highschoolers he coaches, his friends, hell, even his mother would beg to differ. But they were not privy to the Keishin you know. The man that serenades you with Elvis Presley while cleaning up after closing the store, grabbing your waist and pulling you into a clumsy slow dance as his gravelly voice croons into your ear. 

He’s entrancing. Hypnotizing you, almost two years ago now, in the most tender pursuit possible, so softly you were unaware of falling deeply in love with him until you had already tipped completely over. Turning to an ink pen and scraps of receipt paper to flesh out the feelings he worried would not sound perfect when they hit your ears. To this day, you’re not entirely sure if he meant to leave the pages to his extemporaneous romance novel for you to find on purpose, but you have your suspicions.

You were in your second year of college when you met Keishin, only 20 years old at the time and clueless to any world outside of studying frantically from one exam to the next. Chasing after a degree you could pursue your dreams with and getting tattoos that would piss your parents off, you crashed into him, literally. 

While walking to class with practiced steps and flipping through a small stack of notecards, you frantically try to accomplish last minute cramming and making it to class promptly at the same time. With one final attempt to understand the scribbles in front of you, you take a sharp turn into a brick wall. A flurry of white papers thrown into the air and falling back down like snow.

It happened in a minute, a minute that held sixty of the longest seconds to ever pass; from the moment you smack your nose into his cemented chest to the moment he saves your head from kissing the ground below. “You need to watch where you’re going, kid.” He says with a cigarette pressed between his teeth. It all happened in that single minute, your soul escaping and crawling into his jacket pocket without even realizing. It’s been there ever since, for safekeeping, of course.

He’s perfect in every way. But just as he is soft and loving, Ukai is not one to take shit. Especially when his sweet, shy baby girl is being a raging brat. It’s like any normal fall afternoon, slightly chilly and crisp on your walk from class. The air is biting at your skin, but the temperature is not what sends a piercing shiver down your spine. You know that as soon as you get home, Ukai Keishin is going to ruin you. 

“What are you doing here, princess?” Your presence is made known with a soft ding from the bell above the door, but Ukai doesn't look up from his magazine when acknowledging you. 

“I live upstairs?” Your tone is light and playful. You decide to test the waters, wondering how much Keishin will let slide today.

“Don’t be dense, little one.” He graces you with his eye contact for the first time, “I know you have a Biology lecture on Friday afternoons. So, why is that cute little ass here instead of on campus?” His lips are pulled tightly in a thin line and he rakes his eyes down your body. You’re wearing a short pleated skirt and a baggie pull-over. Exactly what he picked out for you this morning. Well, almost exactly. He was already opening up the store by the time you woke up, so the clothes were placed neatly on his side of the bed. What he didn’t pick out though, were the stockings currently brandishing your mid thigh, cutting off the supple skin with the soft, black cotton. 

“Oh! My professor cancelled lecture today so I came home early to have lunch with my loving boyfriend.” You smile sweetly, dropping your backpack and rounding the corner of the counter he is sat at. Ukai hums softly- dismissively- and lights a cigarette, his eyes don’t give away any emotion, so you are left hanging off the end of the burning cherry. Has he caught on yet? Maybe the thigh-highs would be enough to distract from your real surprise. 

Before you can ruminate on the thought, a wide, kind smile spreads across his face. If you didn’t know any better, this smile would be comforting. Your boyfriend pats his lap, motioning for you to take a seat. You adjust yourself to fit snugly and lean into Keishin’s chest. He presses a chaste kiss to your temple and takes a drag from his cigarette. Customers trickle in slowly, and you stand a few times to ring up their purchases, always the dutiful girlfriend. Keishin watches you with adoration in between paging through a magazine, everything you did was so perfect, even if it’s just scanning a few groceries. Such a good girl you are. 

It’s not until you sit back down, and he adjusts your hips to settle back into him that he is made aware of the game you’re trying to play. And he is pissed.

“Princess, did you not like the clothes I picked out for you this morning?” He has fully caught on to you at this point, and you both know it, but he isn’t going to show you his hand quite yet. 

“Of course I did, Daddy.” You bury your burning cheek into his neck, letting the familiar smell of cologne and campfires calm your clambering heartbeat. 

“I see, then why are you wearing these…” Keishin’s voice trails off and pulls at the material of the thigh-highs, snapping it against your skin.  

“Actually,” he interrupts, “I have a more important question. But I need you to be a good girl and answer honestly.” Keishin whispers into the shell of your ear and nods a goodbye to the elderly man leaving the store. You two were alone now, the promise of other customers wandering in diminishing quickly with the time of day. 

“I’ll be a good girl Daddy.” You try to coat your words in velvet as best as you can, but Keishin scoffs, clearly unamused. 

“That’s rich, princess. Now tell me, did you go to campus this morning without panties on?” You knew the question he was going to pose, you could have even saved him the breath. You knew you were going to get caught, I mean, that is why you did it. But now, faced with having to atone for your sins, the confidence in your original actions was melting away. 

“I forgot to put panties on this morning, Daddy. I’m sorry.” You try to pout in the sweetest way possible, but Keishin knows. You’re lying through your teeth.

“Tsk, you forgot. How could you forget if I laid them right on top of your skirt this morning?” He fishes in his pocket and pulls out a damning article. As he moves the exhibit into evidence, light pink thong hanging off of fingers, you resolve that your little game was over long before you even tried to start. All you can do now is wait with baited breath and flushed cheeks for his next move. 

“Stand up princess.” Ukai grabs onto your hip bones and lifts you upward. He spins you around to face him and perches his elbows on his knees. “Show me what’s mine baby girl.” His request, his demand, rolls off the tongue like icicles. You know what he means, but still stare back dumbly, mouth wide at what he was insinuating.

“You know I don’t like repeating myself, little girl.” His words stir inside you. If he sees how wet you’re getting, you’re done for. There’s no escaping this moment though. You take a deep breath in a feeble fight against the suffocating feeling in your chest, and lift up the end of your short, black skirt so he can see you. All of you.

Your precious, sumptuous thighs now in his view. He studies the lines of the tattoos not covered with your stockings. Beautiful floral designs in delicate black ink. Keishin thinks the work you get done is always so beautiful. Every addition befitting you perfectly. He loves tracing the pads of his fingers over the art in softer moments. This moment though, was not soft, and the tattoos on your thighs were not the subject of Ukai’s attention. 

He flicks his eyes up to meet yours briefly, and trails down from your quivering bottom lip, to your delicate, freckled collarbones peering sweetly from your large sweater. He drags his darkening gaze down further, cherishing every inch until he reaches your hips. Nestled in between the apex of your thighs, in small, dainty writing lays his prize.

“My Daddy Will Kill You.”

No matter what you did, he would always be there, snugly under the second layer of skin. When his fingers weren’t intertwined in yours, when he couldn’t have a protective hand in your back pocket. Whenever he was away with his team for tournaments or just when you were in class. He was always on you.

“Such a gorgeous little cunt you have.” He leans back in his seat, watching you fidget under his stare, “Whose cunt is this, baby? Is it your classmates? Is it your professors?” You bow your head in shame at Ukai’s insinuation, you know that going to class with a bare ass and a short skirt was going to get you in trouble. How could you resist though, when the punishment always feels so good.

“You’ve been acting like a petulant brat recently. I’ve been letting things slide because I know how stressful your senior year of college has been.” His tone is exasperated, but his eyes are calm, level, dark, “I can’t ignore this, you know that right?”

“I know, Daddy.”

“Your class was cancelled. So that means we get to start the weekend early.” He pulls your hands from your skirt, letting it fall back into place and holds both of your hands in one of his much larger ones. “Go upstairs and sit on the bed. I want you in just your skirt and those cute little tights you were so keen on wearing. I’ll be up in a few minutes.” 

“But Daddy…” you really did like to test your luck sometimes, but the look he gives you, slightly shocked and more than lightly infuriated, was enough to make you hurry to the back and up the stairs to your shared apartment. You kick your sneakers off at the door and head straight to the bedroom. You pull the sweater over your head and unclasp your bra. Usually Keishin likes to do that step for you, savoring the way you shiver as he brushes the straps off of your shoulders, but today isn’t a day of honey-sweet ministrations. 

You tremble like a puppy as you wait for Ukai and almost jump out of your own skin when you hear the front door creek open. Usually you are met with a bellowing voice upon his entry, walking through the door with a hearty, “Honey, I’m home!” even if you had only walked in a few steps ahead. Now, all you can do is wait as he mulls about the apartment with lackadaisical intent and a deafening silence. After a few agonizing minutes and feeling like he made his point, Ukai finally appears in the doorway, arms folded and pressed tightly to his hard chest with a categorically sadistic smile on his face.

“So, you do know how to follow directions?” You gulp loudly and nod your head, but quickly correct yourself. If you don’t use your words you’ll make things worse for yourself. “Yes, Daddy. I know how to follow directions.” It’s not a lie, obviously you are aware of his rules, you just prefer breaking them. Your response is small compared to the loud, sarcastic laugh falling from his throat. Ukai steps towards you slowly. 

“You are such a little tease, I came up to kiss you goodbye this morning and found these still sitting on the bed.” He pulls the thong out of his pocket again and drops the lace into your lap. “You left them there because you wanted me to find them. You wanted me to know you were sitting in class with a bare cunt.” There’s no use trying to find an excuse to push past your locked jaw, because he’s not really asking a question. 

“I left them on purpose, Daddy. I’m sorry.” Your mea culpa is underwhelming to say the least, and you both know it. You may be pleading guilty to all charges, but you don’t seem eager for absolution. 

“You are such a little attention whore. My timid, darling girl has been acting like an insolent slut recently. What am I going to do with you?” His voice sounds questioning, but unmistakingly rhetorical. He’s known what he was going to do to you from the moment he spotted your panties weighing the bed down this morning.

“Turn around baby.” Ukai unbuckles his belt, and you turn away from him, tucking your legs to sit upright. He gathers your long h/c hair from where it was settled around your face and meticulously braids it to lay flat on your back, attaching the green scrunchy from his wrist to the bottom. 

Just like a calling card, Keishin always had a scrunchy of yours around his wrist. Whenever you are hunched over the kitchen table in the middle of writing a paper, he pulls your hair behind you and fastens it into a bun, careful to keep it loose so as to not invite a headache, and kisses the crown of your head. Regardless of where you are: shopping, date night, visiting him at practice, if he notices your hair becoming annoying he will slip it from your neck and twist it into the green scrunchy.

And when you are about to be punished, Ukai pulls your hair into a neat, low braid.

You feel him run his hands from your shoulders to your wrists, pulling them gently behind your back. He presses your palms together and gives them a squeeze so you know to keep them together. Ukai pulls off his shirt, and  frees his undone belt from his jeans, folding it in half and running the cool leather up your thigh. He swats softly at your skin, just enough to make you flinch. 

Ukai tosses the belt to the ground, deciding he would rather you feel the sting of his palm, and sits down next to you on the bed. You face him with your hands still laced together behind you and let him position you to lay across his lap. The side of your face and your shoulders lay flush against the bed and your ass is raised up above his jean-clad thighs. 

“You know the rules, right my love?”

“Yes, Daddy. If I lose count you have to start over.”

“There’s my smart girl. You look so beautiful like this.” He lands a smack on your right cheek, actions greatly contrasting his soft, almost taunting tone. “It’s such a shame you’ve been acting like such a whore.” 

He delivers slap after slap on your bruising ass and you count every one out to him, briefly considering what would happen if you stopped counting, but you know that your punishment is already going to be harsh enough. You’re a masochist, yes, but not an idiot. 

“Why do you always seem to be on your best behavior when I have you over my knee, darling?” Ukai connects his palm with your tender flesh again. “How many was that baby?” 

“Fifteen, Daddy.” You speak in an even tone, if your boyfriend catches on to how much more you like this than he already knows, you’re, quite literally, fucked. 

“You really know how to play me, baby. I’m always wrapped around your little finger.” He starts to knead your ass cheek with his large hand, skimming the tips of his digits against your wanton cunt. He’s testing you, wanting to see if you’ll start squirming or unclasp your hands from their position behind your back, but you hold steady.

“You leave me naughty little surprises. I had you on my mind all day, thinking about this naked little pussy walking around campus. One tiny slip and you would have shown everyone what’s mine.” Another sharp swat to your butt reverberates through the room and you can barely mumble out your counted response. 

“But that’s what you wanted isn’t it? You wanted everyone to see this slutty pussy of yours didn’t you?” Whether that was the truth or not doesn't actually matter, you know not to make an excuse. You are just meant to count and thank. 

“You need to stop squirming, princess, or you’re going to royally piss me off.” Ukai continues his relentless pace, two thick fingers pistoning deep in your dripping pussy. This was one of Ukai’s favorite games, finger-fucking you to the point of the bed under you slamming into the wall. Your job was to keep completely still. One arch of your back or escaped moan and he would land a sharp slap to your puffy, untended clit. 

He’s actually being quite generous despite the circumstances. Usually, you would be propped on your hands and knees, but Ukai has laid you flat on your back with one leg tossed over his broad shoulder. The position, while easier to keep your body still, does mean that Ukai’s piercing, hungry gaze has you pinned like prey under him. The completely pornografic sounds of his fingers are making your head spin. The fact that he’s been hammering his fingers relentlessly into your g-spot for an hour, is starting to make your mind foggy, all thoughts are starting to slip from your brain and your boyfriend can tell.

“God, baby, I love making you absolutely stupid for me. I bet all you can think about is my cock filling this little cunt up, huh?” His words are sneering, taunting. Your response is a babbled agreement and plea for his cock, and the sight of you so completely fucked out makes the bulge in his jeans strain even further. The feeling of his fingers in your squelching pussy is dulling all other senses, so when he pulls the digits away, you can’t help the cry that rips from the back of your throat. 

“Don’t worry, precious girl, I’m going to give you what you want. What you’re fucking desperate for.” Ukai pushes himself from the bed and removes his jeans and boxers, and you watch as his thick cock springs free to slap against his abdomen. The sound makes you mewl, your cunt clenching in anticipation. 

As Ukai crawls back onto your shared bed, his head dips down in between your legs. He licks, flat and languid across your slit, collecting your arousal on his tongue with a feral groan.

“Please, Daddy. Please fuck me. I- I need you. Wa- want to be your good girl.” You find your words as best as you can to beg for him, the sweet cadence of your voice and the way your weak arms reach out for his messy bleached hair signals to him that you’ve fallen completely into a foggy, submissive haze. You tug lightly at the tresses and the impressive self-control he has kept up thus far snaps like plywood under a heavy boot. 

Ukai takes one more deep, hungry lick at your soaking pussy and sits up, pushing your legs further apart, digging his nails into the soft skin under your knees. 

“Open your mouth, Princess.” You are quick to comply with his request, sticking your tongue out and looking up at him through your lashes. You hear the sound of him spitting, his saliva and your arousal coats the thickest plane of your tongue, but connecting one thought to the next becomes impossible as Ukai pushes his thick cock into you at the same time.

“Jesus Christ, no matter how much time I take to get you ready you’re still so tight. God, you make it really hard to stay mad at you.” His hands keep your legs pressed up to your chest, pushing his thick cock into you at an agonizingly lazy pace. Ukai was right, it didn’t matter that he had finger-fucked you into the mattress for an hour, taking him was a tight fit every time. As he buries himself in you, the intoxicating burn of being so full takes all of the air out of your chest. His thick cock stretches you so far, you swear he can feel your own heartbeat within the walls of your tiny cunt. He’s barely halfway into you and you can’t help but constrict, the tinny flavor of your orgasm crawling up from your spine to your mouth. 

“There’s no way I’m letting you cum already.” Ukai snickered sadistically, thumb brushing across your tattoo, the dirty secret you shared, right over where you need his fingers most. He wasn’t going to touch your deprived clit yet, and hoping for him to do so was a waste of energy. 

“I’m sorry Daddy. I promise, I’ll be good.” Your tears are rolling down the side of your face, wetting the sheet next to you. 

“You’re a pathetic mess and I’m not even all the way in you yet. I would save the tears if I were you, babydoll.” You try to compose yourself, but Ukai’s words of dismissive degradation give your whimpers more body, sobbing and babbling as his cock bottoms out. 

You can feel every inch of him, hard and thick and so so full inside of you. Ukai pulls out of you completely, his soaking tip rubbing on your labia before slamming back in to the hilt. His pace becomes brutal with every thrust, original slow pace completely unknown to you now. There’s no way you're going to be able to stand properly after this. 

“Daddy, please. Please let me cum. Need to cum, Daddy. Need to be your good girl.” A series of calls for your daddy and prayerful begs are the only things you know at this point, drool and tears covering your face.

“You know what, Princess? I bet I could make you cum with just one touch to that little clit.” Ukai takes one hand off of your thigh and hovers over where you have needed him since you woke up this morning. “If I’m right, I’ll make you cum again. If I’m wrong, you’re not gonna cum at all.”

You can feel the warmth of his finger looming over the neglected bud, the anticipation is overwhelming and cruel, but all worth it as soon as he pushes the rough pad of his thumb down. Ukai presses a single, taught circle into your clit and the coil wound tightly in your stomach snaps with incredible force. You know there is a scream that rips from your dry mouth, but you can’t hear it with the blood rushing through your ears. Ukai works you through your first orgasm, stilling his thrusts as until you come floating back down.

“I know this slutty little cunt better than the back of my hand. Now, my precious little thing,” You watch as Ukai hooks your limp legs over his shoulders, lining his throbbing cock back to your slopping entrance. “Let’s do that a couple more times.”

“Wise men say, only fools rush in. But I can’t help, falling in love with you.”

You feel your senses coming back to you slowly, with every delicate touch Keishin glides over your skin. He pulls you back to reality with sweet touches and the deep, gravely sound of his voice. After several meticulous moments and even more words of praise, Kei delivers a delicate kiss to your forehead and carries you to the shower. You take a deep, relaxed sigh as he massages your aching muscles under the hot water. After drying your exhausted body with a fluffy towel, Keishin helps you into a comfy pair of leggings and one of his sweatshirts. 

“Take my hand. Take my whole heart too.” Your boyfriend’s broad arms wrap around your waist, hands finding purchase under the orange sweatshirt currently drowning your form, and you melt into his chest. “Because I can’t help, falling in love with you.” You turn around in his arms to steal a kiss, but as your lips attach to his a small laugh bubbles up from your stomach. 

“What are you giggling at?” Keishin eyes you curiously, and you start laughing even harder.

“Oh nothing, I was just thinking about the bloody nose you gave me when we first met.” You cackle at the memory and feel Keishin take an exasperated but amused sigh, joining your laughter with his own.

“First of all, Princess, you ran into me.”

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Reminiscence - Second Tempo

A/N: So! Second Tempo is a continuation of the First Tempo posted here. Just like the last, it’s part of the Haikyuu! HQ Server Collab; check out the rest of the work on the flaming smut pile.  ===================================================

“Oi, it’s Ukai. Leave a message.” “Oh, Keishin…” Your body writhed against your fingers, phone pressed against your ear as another gasping moan ripped through you. The pads of your fingertips glided over your sensitive nub effortlessly as you grinned into the phone balanced between your shoulder and your ear. The game of cat and mouse had been going on for well over six months between yourself and Keishin; the ceaseless war of attrition had the teams and your students wondering who would break first. An international volleyball conference had you and the Karasuno girls’ team pulled away from Miyagi, from the handsome coach with those sharp, leering eyes.

“I know you’re away for training camp with the team…But I need you, Keishin.” Lust coated every syllable, each word dripping with desire as your fingers teased over your nipples and dripping folds. Another lascivious moan echoed into the receiver as you slipped a single dainty finger into your twitching hole. “I can’t seem to keep my hands off of myself…god, I wish it was your fingers slipping inside this tight, needy hole…” Sprawled out on your hotel room bed fresh from a shower, your wet hair plastered itself against your neck as you continued to rock into your own hand. 

He invaded your thoughts; like intrusive kudzu he wrapped himself around your senses even halfway across the world. Did he know how you had ruined two pairs of panties at the last voicemail he sent you before the girls’ last match that day? Did he realize how desperate you were to be home? Could he hear it in your voice? 

“Keishin,” you whined out, fingertip just brushing your g-spot. With a soft growl, you snatched your phone from your ear and put the device on speaker so you could angle yourself to reach deeper. With your body able to contort a little easier, the phone rested next to your flushing face against the pillowcase. Your body jolted into waves of pleasure as your legs tensed into your stroking. “Fuck, I can’t wait to come home, oh fuck, oh fuck, Keishin…”

The familiar stars dotted your vision as you bucked into your hand, clit rubbing fitfully into the meat of your delicate palm. You could almost see the flash of bleached-blond hair, the tanned skin stretched across those long, toned forearms. Painfully arching your wrist to drive your curling fingers into that familiar, soft spot you clenched tightly around your thin digits. You couldn’t fight the orgasm that threatened to overtake you quicker than anticipated. “Oh, fuck, Kei…Keishin!” Your words were gasping, breathless sounds, the same sounds he took pride in drawing out of you. 

“It should be your cock I’m cumming on. Why isn’t it your cock, Keishin? Fuck, I…” Another cry left you trembling as you came around your fingers. The ecstacy you felt solo was a pale shade of what you had grown used to with the snarky coach. You whimpered into the phone and shifted the sheets around you, arms hopelessly searching for him in the stark white abyss of your hollow afterglow. 

“I can’t wait to see you, Keishin…Until then,” you closed and hung up the phone. A small grin bloomed over your features as you came down from your brief high. The back and forth of phone tag and stolen video chats for the past week made you long for the thug-faced twenty-something coach fiercer than you could imagine. For the moment, the extra pillows in your bed would have to suffice as a sub-par substitute before you could nuzzle into the warmth and inhale the smoke and sweat from his skin again.

~

It was a long day of drills and penalties for the Karasuno Boys’ Volleyball Club at the joint training camp with Fukurodani and Nekoma. The boys continued to run themselves full tort against the other two teams, trying to refine and rebuild their skills on the court. Keishin found himself getting frustrated with the lack of progress the team was making, even considering the upperclassmen were bordering on complacency. Daichi assured him they were trying their best and maybe it was time for their coach to take a break. 

He ambled from the gym with a lazy kind of grace and fumbled for his cigarettes and phone from his pockets. His eyebrows shot up in surprise at the voicemail notification he saw across the screen. The tiniest of cocky grins stretched his mouth into a crooked curve as his thumb hovered over the play button. “Damn, must’ve just missed her,” he sighed, pressing play and holding the phone to his ear. The second your moan, your deliciously sinful voice graced his ears his face heated up and his ears flushed a deep red. Your voice went straight to the growing tent in his sweats, an ache he would be sure you repay you for in kind when you returned. The wailing fit on the other end was audible to passers by as the flustered coach turned the volume down with thick, numb thumbs. A dark-haired Fukurodani student passed by, green eyes narrowed at the coach’s flustered appearance and wordlessly made his way into the gym, no doubt to start another four-on-four match with the boys of Karasuno. At the end of your message, Keishin leaned into the brick of the gym and finally lit his cigarette. He took a long drag, longer than he would have normally if it wasn’t for your scintillating voicemail. Once his heart slowed, his thumbs furiously typed out a reply. K- You could have warned me, little girl. Y- And ruin the surprise? You liked it. :)

K- Time and place. Y- Is that all you have to say? :( This different timezone stuff is the worst, Keishin.

K- That’s something we can agree on. It’s just another day, right? Y- I’ll be home the day after tomorrow. Closing ceremonies run until tomorrow afternoon, but flight leaves a day after. K- Text me next time, little girl. And tell the girls to kick ass during their last exhibition match. Y- Does it make you mad that my team’s doing better than yours, Mr. Big Bad Daddy Crow? >:D

K- Just wait, little girl. You haven’t earned your wings yet. We’ll see how much fight you have in you with my hand around that pretty neck of yours and your lips wrapped around my cock. 

He chuckled darkly at the thought of your ruined face, chest heaving, gasping for oxygen as he held your lips against the hilt of his cock. He knew you well enough to know that your face would be about thirty shades redder than his was listening to your siren song after reading his message. God, you were never more beautiful to him than when you were sobbing out for release, begging for him to make you his. Fewer things kept him warmer at night when his wide palm wrapped around his cock than thoughts of you with that lewd, haunting passion playing in your eyes. When you didn’t reply, he shook his blond head and snuffed out his smoldering cigarette filter against the wall. Of course you’d have your fingers stuffing your cunt; it couldn’t compare to his touch. He adjusted his headband deftly and pocketed his phone again, only glancing down at his cock, half-mast for a moment before another distraction pulled him away from his thoughts. Two days were going to feel like an eternity. At least he had your voice in his pocket. 

~

You yawned as your girls took the court in their last match against the American team. The manager eyed you suspiciously as you blearily watched the game unfold. “Long night, Coach?” You nodded and hummed, rubbing your eyes. The boy stood a whole head taller than you, appraising your drowsy visage. “Must be hard being away from home.” “Mmmhm. It’s easy to miss home from so far away.” “I’m sure Coach Ukai feels the same way, Y/n.” “Toshi!” Your tone was scandalized in your chiding as the younger boy stifled a chuckle. “We should be focusing on the girls. How do you think they’ll do today?” He smiled, pride swelling as he watched his team warm up. “It’s been a long week.” “They’re tired, but they’ll push through. We’ve taken the W with less in the tank before.” It was your turn to feel proud of your girls. It was true– their rise to the top, for the acknowledgement that came with the invite to a tourney on the international stage was huge, even if it was just an exhibition tourney. There was something about the game that kept you grounded despite the tumultuous turns of your life. It brought you back to those long-thought forgotten memories, brought you closer to your high-school crush. Part of you was glad you took on coaching the counterpoint to the boys’ club; it brought meaning to your career to that point. “Michimiya! Remember, it’s supposed to be fun!” you called out to your team captain, Toshi nodding in agreement solemnly from the sidelines. Aihara, your ace nodded and gave a quick thumbs up before the ball went into play. Before the other team had a chance to receive the serve, your attention was pulled from the court to the vibrating phone in your tracksuit pocket. You had half a mind to silence it, leave it ignored and let it go to voicemail. Your attention should have been on your team, your girls, but… You pulled the phone from your pocket and bit your lip at the sight of his name reading across the screen. You excused yourself from the sidelines and made your way to the hallway leading to the locker room, bringing the device to your ear. “You were gonna keep me waiting, little girl? That’s no way to earn your wings,” his voice rasped out between hurried pants. “Oh, fuck…” Heat crept up your neck from your neat, white tracksuit jacket. Suddenly, everything was too hot. You worried your lip between your teeth and fought back a whimper as Keishin growled in your ear. You did some quick maths in your dazed state and gasped into your phone. “You should be asleep, Keishin! It’s nearly two in the morning…” “Couldn’t sleep, not when I had to get you back, naughty little girl. Did it feel good cumming on those fingers without me? Did it satisfy you knowing you were cumming without my permission? Was it worth it?” “I…” “Answer me, little girl,” he continued to groan, the sound of skin gliding across skin caressing your eardrums between his moans. You could practically feel his smug expression over the phone. The sinful breath on your ear had you wishing you could be there to watch, to touch him and run your fingers through his hair as he worked his cock in that large hand he loved to wrap around your blushing throat. “I’m waiting,” he teased. “It can’t compare,” you whispered, striding with hurried steps into the locker room. His voice frayed at the edges and had you practically dripping down your thighs under your track pants. The power his voice had over your body was undeniable. “I couldn’t help myself. I…” “Aw, poor little bird. At least you’re honest.” You tried to swallow around the lump in your throat at the nickname, but struggled. Mouth dry and thighs coated in your slick, you struggled to find your way back to reason, to the here and now. Half a world away, you sunk to the locker room bench and let out a shuddering sigh at the sound of the other coach’s debauched moans. He was close, that much you could tell. How long had he been stroking that thick cock? Was he imagining your lips cradling his glans, your saliva dripping down his balls? Could he see you dragging his head along your lips and your eyes peering up at him through a fringe of dark lashes? How many times did he listen to your voicemail before he thought to call you and dish out a dose of your own medicine? “Tell me you want me. Tell me you need me like I need you, little girl.” “I…I want you,” you whimpered, balancing your phone between your shoulder and your ear. You fumbled with your track pants and slid them hastily to your knees, your practiced fingers rubbing yourself through your soaked cotton panties. “Oh, Keishin, I need you.” You bit back a soft moan, still tender from your activities from the night prior. “That’s it, little bird. Don’t stifle yourself. Let me hear you. Where did that gorgeous voice go?” “I…Keishin, I’m at the tournament,” you gasped, that sensitive nub twitching with arousal under your busy fingertips. He let out a surprised grunt and you swore you could feel him double over on himself. “Fuck…fuck, Y/n, I never took you to be such an exhibitionist. My little bird’s getting brave on me, huh?” The sound of the door to the locker room opening made you freeze for a second before shuffling your pants back up your thighs. “Coach? Coach, are you okay? The other team’s called a time-out. Did you want to do a swap?” Toshi’s earnest voice echoed in the otherwise empty room as you struggled to get the words out without sounding like you were another second away from moaning like a porn star for the man on the other side of your call. “Answer him, little bird. Don’t stop touching that clit for me. Let’s see you earn those wings…” “Ah…yeah, have Watabe swap in. I…I need a minute. Must have been something I ate this morning.” Keishin grinned on the other end, still stroking himself languidly as he listened to you lie through your teeth to your team manager. When you heard him retreat back into the gym, you let out a shuddering sigh, your legs trembling around your hand. “Such a good little bird. I’m close. You gonna come with me?” You nodded as if he could see you, still focused on the sounds coming from your phone. His breath hitched as he choked on his moans, movement stilling on his end of the phone call. You gasped in tandem, fingertips slipping inside your waiting heat. He must have known you were close based on your breathing alone. He let you continue until he howled out his release, leaving you breathless at how completely beautiful he could sound coming undone at the thought of you. “Please, please, Keishin,” you huffed out, sweat trickled down your neck as you ground yourself into your fingers, stretching against your slick, velveteen walls. “Stop.” “But-” “I said stop, Y/n.” “But…but Keishin…” “Naughty little girls don’t get to cum when they’re bad. Mm, I’ll see you tomorrow. Good luck, Y/n,” he teased again before hanging up. You sat in silence, frustrated and slick with your own fluids. Aggravated, you pulled your pants up the rest of the way and stripped off your jacket. Approaching the sink, you patted cool water against your burning skin and stared yourself down in the mirror. So it was another challenge he wanted? You had him eating crow out of your beautifully manicured hands before and you could do it again. Your team wouldn’t be the only ones getting a win. A plan came together, neatly, quickly despite the lingering haze of lust. Spite and frustration cut through your need like a white hot razor, and all you could fixate on was the thrill of victory both on and off the court. “Setters aren’t the only big brains on the court,” you mused to yourself as you reappeared on the court, hands buried deeply into your pockets. Toshi cast a sidelong glance in your direction, subtly taking in the hard set of your jaw and the color rising in your cheeks as you stared down the opposing team’s coach from across the gym. You grit your teeth, eyes dark with determination. If he wasn’t mistaken, he almost thought you were taking this game more seriously than just a simple exhibition match. Regardless of the reason, the team manager found himself grateful he wasn’t the object of your ire. “Hit it ‘til it breaks, Sasaki!!” Your yell rattled the team manager as it echoed through the gym over the roar of the crowd. The puddle in your panties only fueled your frustration the longer you dwelled on Keishin’s denial. You wanted to breathe smoke, to destroy something beautiful just to prove you could. “Stupid, big-brain setter,” you growled under your breath as your team took another point from the Americans. “Coach, why do I get the feeling you aren’t talking about the other team?” “C’mon, girls, you’re better conditioned than that!! Go for the kill!!” “Yeah, you’re definitely not talking about the other team.” The conference couldn’t be done soon enough, and the next two days were going to feel like the longest of their lives. ~ Few things in life brought Keishin Ukai more solace than quiet mornings over a cup of coffee. The only thing that could have made it better was your groggy face smiling sleepily across the table at him. Sunlight bled through the kitchen blinds, staining everything in garish gold and yellow in the pale light. Hair loose, he carded his long fingers through his bedhead with casual grace and absently scrolled through his phone as the coffee continued to brew. It would be just a few hours before you would be home; he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t excited for your return. In the safety of his home, he could let some of that boyish glee bleed out as he searched through your old photos. As if he could forget your face, the sway of those devastating hips, or the way you’d catch your lower lip between your teeth when you were flustered. As much as he owned you, the power you held over him and his emotions was undeniable. From the moment you stepped foot on his court he was your willing captive. He set his phone aside to pour himself his first of what would be many cups of coffee. He allowed himself a moment to bask in the heady aroma, dark and bitter before it hit his tongue. Relaxing in his seat a little more, he sighed through his nose. The chiming of a text alert pulled him from his brief reprieve. Y- Good morning, Daddy Crow :D! We’ll be home in a few hours. I can’t wait to see you. Keishin chuckled into his steaming mug and took a long sip. Wryly amused and even a little annoyed by your pet name for him, he typed out his reply unhurried. K- We’ll see how tired you are when you get back. Ten hours and change is a long time to spend in the air.

Y- Don’t remind me. No idea what I’m going to do to stay occupied. 

K- I can think of a few distractions. 

He waited, watching the ellipsis flicker over the text banner for your reply, his heart rate picking up in anticipation. What fresh hell awaited him when you finally hit send? Vaguely he had an idea of how badly you wanted to get back at him for leaving you hanging during his last call, but you were too sweet, far too forgiving to want revenge. Y- I’m sure you can. What do you have lined up for today?

K- Not a thing. Just waiting on you. It wasn’t like you to not take his bait; he could practically feel the ice from your reply. Was it the distance? You were only gone for a week, but was it enough time for your relationship to cool? “Shit,” he muttered, rolling a cigarette between his fingers as he reread your reply another six times. “Guess she is mad…” He mused and fussed over your text before lighting the paper tip and taking a careless drag. The blue-gray haze hung around his kitchen like a comforting veil. He waited another moment before he saw you typing another response. He tore his gaze away from the device to ash his cigarette in an empty beer bottle he had sitting on the kitchen table; when he returned to it, the sight that met him had him melting in his chair. Your delicate frame was seated on a sea of white, the barest hint of emerald lace curling in elegant patterns along the swell of your ass. Hair pulled to one side in effortless waves of jet, your bare back was on full display, tantalizing him with the gentle curve of your spine and adorable dimples framing your tailbone. Your face in profile, he could see the faint rose dusting your cheeks and nose, the dreamy sparkle playing in your eyes as you held your breasts away from view. He knew that far-away gaze all too well– it played behind your eyes when you would look at him, when you would think about his strong hands exploring your body. His eyes lingered on the definition of your thighs, all the while longing he could feel them squeezing his head as you trembled into his waiting mouth. It wasn’t the lewdest photo he’d ever seen, but it hit differently when it was you. His mouth went dry and he felt himself get lost in every detail, as if he could memorize every scar, every freckle if he stared long enough. Y- Enjoy your distraction, Keishin.

When did you find the time to take photos? Was that the only one? Questions raced through his mind as he lingered on the picture, fingertip tracing along the swell of your hips. God, he was such a sucker for those wide hips and built thighs. He might have admired your drive and ability to keep up and run drills with your team, but he really wanted to see just how far he could push you until you broke.

“It’s just ten more hours. I can hold out for ten hours.” ~ Six months together and it took a week apart for him to salivate over the smell of your perfume. All the distance, despite the frequent calls and text messages, only intensified his undeniable thirst. You were his meet-cute, the high school crush who got away. There would always be that part of him that wondered how he got so lucky crossing your path not once but twice in his lifetime. If he were a betting man, he’d probably put more stock in fate or soulmates after meeting you, but it wasn’t his style to be so sentimental. Travel always took a lot out of you. Keishin caught you yawning on your way from the baggage claim, only aware enough to know where to step without tripping. Grinning like a fiend, he took his moment and pulled you into an empty lounge. Startled, you swung your first and jerked out of his hold, only stopping your thrashing when you caught the bemused twenty-something rubbing his stubbled jaw. “Fucking hell, is that anyway to say hello, little girl?” “Oh my god, Keishin!” Your hands flew to his face and he could have died a happy man on the spot. “I’m so sorry! You can’t just do that!” Your chest tightened at the rumbling chuckle that reverberated under your fingertips. “Keishin,” you sighed, holding his stubbled face in your thin hands. Studying the sharp planes of his face, your eyes practically sparkled with delight. He was here, real under your palms flashing that same cocksure grin that had you flustered since you first stepped up to challenge him on the court. “You gonna keep staring at me or what, little bird? C’mon, let’s ge-!” Rising to your toes, you pulled him to your lips and left him struggling to catch his breath, your perfume lingering after you withdrew and bounced away, tugging him along from the airport lobby. Head swimming, he followed, allowing you to lead him around until you remembered who drove and the simple fact that you had no idea where the car was. It was easy to forget you were an accomplished adult when you let your excitement take the wheel, but it brought Keishin closer to what might have been before you disappeared when you were still children. He never got the chance to watch you play back then, a regret he tucked away with the first night you murmured his name in your sleep. His single-minded ambition kept him from really seizing the chance to get to know you as a person instead of an idea back then. Packed away in his well-loved sedan, you couldn’t help but fidget in the passenger seat, anxiously bouncing your foot below the dash. Unfazed, he reached over and placed a hand on your knee, halting the bouncing movement with a stern glance. Color bloomed in your cheeks at the gesture, body relaxing just enough under the warmth of his palm. Braver still, he slowly ran his fingertips along the line of your thigh, stopping just below the clothed apex of your leg. Keishin never took his eyes off the road, but he knew just where to brush to make your blood sing. He followed your movements, subtly tracking your reactions to his innocent caressing. 

“Don’t get shy on me now, little bird.” 

The bait was set, almost painfully obvious as you continued to squirm into his waiting palm. “I’m not shy. I’m..”

“You’re what? Use your words,” he smirked, dragging his knuckles against your sex. The motion was so casual you might have applauded him for his audacity if it hadn’t been a week since you felt him touch you. Muddled between your jet lag and the growing haze of lust ensnaring your senses, you fumbled over your words and whimpered something about thinking about how much you missed him. “That’s what I thought.” Whether it was the nonchalance or the gentle pressure he exerted on your core, you felt yourself slip closer into that familiar euphoric headspace. It was almost embarrassing how wrapped around his finger he had you; it wouldn’t be long before he’d have you wrapped around him literally as well. 

~

You wanted to scream, to gnash your teeth and beat something to a bloody pulp. At least you could take out your frustrations on the court. The girls took the day to strength train in the school’s weight room, leaving you to your own devices in the second gym. You could see his almost-apologetic face, the slight upturn of his lips when he sent you to work with a chaste peck on your hair. 

“I just couldn’t bear to wake you…”

“Tch, likely story. Stupid, big-brain setter!” You hissed through your teeth and imagined it was his disembodied head you were spiking over the net with a satisfying crack. Your attentive team manager threw another ball and watched as you continued to fume. 

“Are you trying to pop a ball, sensei?" 

"Less talk, more throw, Toshi.” He shook his head and tossed another ball, only for you to bounce it off the floor twice to center yourself before your inevitable spike. Unsatisfied, you shook your ponytail and jogged to the opposite end of the gym to practice your jump serve. Toshi watched on, hanging his head as you sent another ball flying in his direction. “Jesus Christ, Himewari!” he screeched, ducking out of the way. You huffed in irritation, barely registering the clattering of gym doors opening. The ball rested daintily in your hand, your eyes narrowed with the smooth rubber leaving your palm before the inevitable punch. Keishin knew better than to leave the safety of the annex when you were serving, but he could watch you soar forever. Leaned against the cool wall, his headband gently digging into his scalp with his blond head resting into the drywall, he couldn’t help the crinkle of his eyes when your hand finally connected with the abused ball. Sweat glistened like diamond dust on your skin, the crop top you wore doing nothing to temper his wandering gaze. As you hung in the air, he hummed to himself, remembering Shimizu’s words when he first saw you serve. “You really do have wings, little bird…” When you landed and reached for another ball he made his presence known, his footsteps falling faintly over your light panting. This was how he liked you best, dark hair mussed and sweat dripping down the valley of your breasts. It was almost a shame, he thought to himself, that he wasn’t the one making you such a mess. He stopped just a few feet behind you only to catch the tail end of your cursing his name for leaving you high and dry on your return. As if sensing the change in the atmosphere, like catching the faint scent of ozone on the wind before a squall, Toshi took his leave and escaped into the weight room, leaving you alone with the other coach. Caught mid-approach, Keishin wrapped his arms around your smaller frame and buried his nose into your ponytail. You froze at the sudden intrusion of your personal space and the ball fell from your waiting palm, its fall echoing through the empty gym. “Thought I’d find you here,” he purred. Hackles raised, you pushed away from him and made a dash for your club jacket. Keishin used his height and longer legs to his advantage and followed close behind. If it was a chase you wanted, he’d give it to you. He let you sprint to the locker room, hand resting on the handle before he turned you by the shoulders and caged you against the wall between his arms. Looming over you, he smirked and licked his lips at the deepening flush creeping down your neck and across your collarbones. He smelled like tobacco and neroli, his cologne making your head spin. The smoke lingering on his breath had your thoughts racing– you were in high school again, fantasizing about being trapped in those arms with those sharp eyes drinking your timid expression so patiently. “What’s the matter, little girl?” he started smugly. His pupils dilated, leaning his head in to bear down on you further. “Can’t rise to the challenge? Where’d all that fight go?” Keishin licked his teeth and breathed into your ear. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you,” he teased, running his nose along your hairline. Your breath hitched; how did he always know how to make you feel so small? The thought incited more anger, more fuel to the fire burning in your belly as you jerked your ear away from his hot breath. “No, you don’t get to do that. I’m not going to let you win that easily, Keishin.” Your voice was low, almost dangerous. The animosity was one-sided, and the other coach snickered at your new-found boldness. “I don’t think you get it, little bird,” he growled, wrapping a firm hand around your thin neck. “I’ve already won.” Swallowing hard, you worried your lower lip between your teeth, his favorite tell, and stared him in the eye. The predatory gleam made you weak in the knees– he knew it. He could feel you falter under his capable palm as he gave your neck a gentle squeeze. Keishin loved seeing you like this– wrestling between reason and your desires, pinned beneath him with that fire burning behind your eyes as if to remind him that you only permitted his control because you knew how completely yours he really was. The nip of his teeth on your earlobe sent you reeling, swooning into his stubbled cheek. “Please,” you whispered. “Not here.” “No? You sure?” As if to capitalize on your wavering resolve, he raised a knee to rest just between your thighs, a silent dare to test him and see just how far he’d make you go. Instinctively, you ground your pelvis against his knee and shuddered at the delicious pressure on your core. He grinned against your cheek. “Because I think this is exactly where you want it.” Hips rocking, your anger slowly melted away as he continued to tease you, still pinning you to the door by the throat. “I think you like the idea of almost getting caught, little bird.” Your whimpers doused kerosine on the slow burning embers he stoked with his teasing. “Keishin,” you gasped, his free hand trailing down your sticky body to pull your hip hard into his waiting erection, grip hard enough you were sure you’d have bruises by the time he was done. “We don’t-” “Guess I’ll just have to cum inside you then.” Your thighs squeezed around his knee, cunt fluttering at the thought of your combined spend trickling down your thighs on the walk home. His grin was sinful, eyes sharp and hungry as you melted into his knee. He could feel your slick soaking through your shorts, the sensation earning a groan you just barely made out. “Mark you as my little crow inside and out,” he purred, long fingers feathering along the waistband of your shorts. “Yeah, I think you like that idea.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” You caught his gaze through your dark lashes, leaning into his hand and waiting hips as if to lay your own bait. Your own hands caught in his hair and pulled his headband down. How you loved running your fingers through those blond waves; you rolled your hips and gave his hair an experimental tug, earning a low groan in return. He surged forward and captured your lips, a fight for dominance to the end. Tongue tracing hungrily along the curl of your lips, he softened his hold on your neck and pulled you closer. Hand on your nape, he let out a hiss when you bit him, a flash of blood lingering on your lip in return with a satisfied grin. “Oh, cocky now?” Keishin gave your shorts a shove over your generous hips. Anxiety and excitement bubbled in your chest as you squirmed against him. He was still hard muscle and sinew despite years away from the court, more than enough to handle you at your worst. “Let’s see you be cocky now, little bird.” His fingers glided along your sopping cunt, earning a sharp moan at the sudden brush along your neglected clit. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Fuck,” he breathed, too enraptured by your responsive body. “Keishin, please,” you whimpered, clutching his shoulders as his deft fingers continued to tap and rub slow, agonizing circles around your glistening clit. “Please, please fill me…” “How quickly your resolve falls apart, my little crow,” he purred into your hair, fingers now sliding into your drooling pussy. You bit back another moan, head arching back into the door as Keishin scissored his fingers against your already fluttering walls. “You’re fucking drenched.” “Please, please…I need you. I need to feel you, Keishin.” Legs trembling, you rocked into his hand, keening at the pressure his hardened fingertips exerted on your g-spot. Even accidentally, he had a way of luring out the most beautifully debauched moans from you. He continued to work you open, trying to make up for a week without laying claim to you in the span of minutes. Keishin growled low, feeling himself get lost in your whining, in the warm squeeze of your welcoming cunt around his fingers, in how completely devoted he was to hearing you moan his name like that one more time. You heard the zip after you felt the lonesome ache of loss, only to be filled again to the hilt with a gasping cry. Keishin grit his teeth and leaned into your writhing frame, bracing himself against the door as you squeezed his cock from head to hilt like a velvet vice. “W-wrap your leg around my hip,” he ordered shakily, peering at you through a curtain of soft gold. You did as instructed and felt him wrap his arm around your back, pulling you closer as he rocked into your heat with a moan of his own. “So fucking tight, Y/n…” Stars faded throughout your vision and left you feeling dazed. “So good,” he moaned, resting his forehead against yours to glance down where your bodies connected. You balanced on your toes, meeting his thrusts with your own. “Keishin,” you cried in return, arching your back off the locker room door as your first climax claimed you. Keishin grit his teeth and fucked you through the first of many, angling his hips to drive his cock deeper still, earning a harsh shriek. “Keishin, don’t stop!” “Wasn’t planning on it,” he groaned, bottoming out with a stutter. “It’s like you were made for me.” You let out another cry, clinging to the coach as tears pricked your eyes. He rutted against your cervix with a pained grin, knowing the longer he pressured against that button the sooner you’d be begging to be filled and defiled. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he sighed, slowing as your walls clenched around his cock with the advent of another orgasm. You trembled helplessly against him, body practically weightless in his arms as he continued to prolong your pleasure if only to draw out his own. When you came down, you brushed your nose along his and gazed at him through half-lidded eyes. Toes curling in your trainers at the devastating sight in front of you, you gave another keening cry and buried your face into his shoulder. “Y’know, for someone so worried about being caught you sure are loud.” He grinned into your hair and hammered his hips into yours, earning another loud wail in protest and in pleasure. Your nails caught the tanned skin of his back, a vicious trail of red left in their wake as he brought you to another peak. “That’s three…” You bucked against him, fitfully chasing again after that same high only his cock could bring you. His name a prayer on your lips, he allowed you to take because you gave him so much in return. Every moan, every gush of your juices around his cock he took and devoured, knowing you wouldn’t be afraid to earn his end in return. “I can feel you twitching, Keishin. You’re close, Daddy Crow.” His hips stuttered as you whispered the pet name into his ear, holding you tightly as he bottomed out in your spasming cunt. “Hard not to when you’re fucking milking me.” He’d never admit it, but he would stay buried inside you forever if you’d let him. Only the unsynchronized whisper of your breathing and the slick slap of skin on skin surrounded the two of you in the empty gym. Entangled with the other coach in the darkened hallway, you found his lips to muffle another moan when your attention was pulled away from your bliss by the slamming of the gym doors. 

"Coach Himewari! We’re getting ready to go!” It was Michimiya your team captain. Her footfalls echoed softly, rubber tapping against the laminated wood. She paused for a moment when you didn’t answer. Keishin grinning sadistically against your lips, he held your hips flush against his, grinding his cock into that spot that frayed the edges of your vision and made your quiver around his girth. “Hm, I guess she already left…” the team captain mused before shuffling closer to the locker room door, only to quickly turn away at the opening of the door. 

“Come on, Yui! Let’s just go! Toshi can catch us up later.” Grateful for Aihara pulling her friend’s focus, you bit down on your lip to keep quiet. Keishin redoubled his efforts, dragging his teeth along the hollow of your neck. Even muffled your moans were music to his degenerate ears. You stiffened against him with the sinking of his teeth into your neck, a stifled cry and final squeeze signaling your end. Keishin wasn’t too far behind, growling into your salt-slicked skin. The heavy doors clattered shut as he moaned out his release, the heat building in your core as he spasmed into your waiting womb. 

“Fuck me, Keishin…” you breathed, half chuckling half panting. He held against you, comfortable in your combined heat as he peppered soothing kisses along your neck and into your hairline. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you like almost getting caught.”

He hissed, slowly withdrawing from your core and watched as his cum slowly started trickling from your pulsating hole down your sturdy thighs. He tucked himself back into his jeans and watched you languish against the wall for a moment, playful grin lighting his face. Deftly he collected the escaping seed and shoved it back into your abused cunt, earning a pained whimper before he pulled your panties and shorts back up to keep the rest from spilling. “Don’t waste it, little crow.” He wiggled his fingers along your lips and you greedily sucked them clean with wide, innocent eyes. Your combined taste coated your tongue, sweet and bitter all at once. “That’s my good girl,” he crooned, planting a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. 

Your anger evaporated, you slumped against him, head resting comfortably into his chest. “I’m ready for a nap, daddy crow…” you whined. Blond hair slicked with swear, he carded those long fingers through and hoisted you up onto his shoulder, carrying you out of the gym with your mess ruining your panties and shorts. 

“Oh no you don’t. As soon as we get home you’re making up for every voicemail and tantrum, Y/n.” It was going to be a long night. 

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