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l1tw1ck · 1 year
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Getting Jealous
bottom!ftm!yandere Keishin Ukai x top!masc Reader
☆ Word Count: 800 ☆
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pretend it's still february....💀
↳ [Event Request] | AFAB Language Used
CW: Semi Public Sex, Coach-Player Relationship, Cunnilingus, Overstimulation, Creampie
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It was a typical Valentine's Day at Karasuno, gifts were being handed out and confessions were being made. Keishin would get a chocolate or two but you? Since you're on the volleyball team, you'd get an entire locker full.
Keishin would open it in between classes and throw everything out, not wanting you to receive gifts from anyone but him. Maybe it's a bit much for your own coach to be obsessed with you, but you don't really mind. You love him anyway.
He thought it'd be over after school but he forgot about the girls who would invade the gym during practice and cheer the team on. It wouldn't have been a problem, other than it being a nuisance and a distraction, if it weren't for the ones who specifically went after you.
They'd offer water from their own water bottles or suggest helping to wipe sweat off your forehead. That earned them a fiery glare from the coach but they pressed on and you rejected them each time.
Regardless, it didn't help him ease his jealousy and he was furious by the end of practice. No one went near him in fear of being yelled at. He ended practice early and sent you a text to stay in the locker room.
You look up from your seat, greeted with a pouting Keishin. "You've been mad all day." You stand up and pull him close to you.
"Can you blame me?" He frowns.
"You know I don't like any of those people, right? I prefer a mature, older man." You kiss his jaw. "You're hotter than all of them combined. You're mine, Keishin. All mine." You unzip his tracksuit and pull it off.
Keishin grins smugly as you strip him down. That's right, he's yours.
You sit him down on the bench and spread his legs. You kneel down and bury your head in between them, lapping at his wetness before properly eating him out.
He's the only one who gets to feel your tongue in between their legs.
"Yes- more~" Keishin moans, holding onto your head.
The only one who gets to feel your hands gripping their thighs.
Keishin rolls his hips into your face, not hiding his pleasure at all. He throws his head back and moans your name. "Like that—" He lets out a loud cry, one that makes you wonder if anyone heard it.
He comes on your tongue while breathing heavily, body shaking as he comes down from his high.
You pull away, freeing your boner from its confines before bringing your boyfriend into the air, his arms and legs wrapping around you.
No one else gets to feel your strong hands on their body like Keishin does.
You slowly slide him down onto your length. "You always feel so good, Keishin." You kiss his cheek. He moans in response, hearing you say that always makes him melt, no matter how many times you say it.
You raise him up before forcing him down on your length, fucking him roughly. Keishin throws his head back and moans unabashedly. He cries out your name as you speed up, bucking your hips up into him. Not a thought crosses his mind as you fuck him. It feels too good for him to even utter a proper word. It doesn't help much that he already came earlier, he feels so sensitive it's clear he won't be able to last any longer. He loves being overstimulated so he doesn't say anything to you, enjoying the overwhelmingly good feeling coursing through his veins.
No one else gets to be fucked stupid on your cock like Keishin.
Keishin rolls his eyes back, babbling something before his orgasm comes crashing down. He manages to say, “Ke- keep- ah~! Yes~!” as your thrusts become more brutal. You start to use him like a cock sleeve, just the way he likes it. Drool spills down his chin as you fuck into his overly sensitive cunt, the pleasure too good for him to make you stop. Not that the idea of stopping you crossed his mind anyway.
You fuck into him like you’ll never see him again, pounding into him with more aggression than normal. Your way of assuring him that he's the only one for you. You dig your nails into his skin, marking his soft body. “I love you, Keishin-” You groan, reaching your peak. He cries out happily, he’s unable to speak properly thanks to being overstimulated but you already know his response. Your thrusts become slower but remain hard as you bring yourself to your completion.
Your movements eventually come to a stop, your cock buried deep inside Keishin as you flood his walls with your spend.
Neither of you are ready to stop just yet though. Especially not Keishin.
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p-antomime · 2 years
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do it ♡nce, do it twice.
𖦹 minors don’t interact. ┊ wc: 3,5K.
𖦹 content: service dom!keishin, unprotected sex, cheating, breeding!kink, cunniligus, overstimulation, daddy!kink, stepcest, impregnation, panty stuffing, cigarettes, dark content.
𖦹 pairings: stepdad!keishin ukai x stepdaughter!fem!reader.
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The door was slammed hard, the last thing radiating from the place was comfortableness, kindness or motherly love, nothing fairer than you trying to vent just a little of your irritation by slamming the door of her house almost hard enough for the doorknob to fly off and she to curse you again for breaking something that wasn't yours; it was once yours, now? Not anymore.  
It was always the same, like a snake eating its own tail, a vicious circle that drained every last bit of good humor out of you, and left you on the verge of tearing your own hair out for stress. The relationship started well, there was a space of time where you understood each other and you felt like her daughter, just like the blood coursing through your body indicated you were, but it didn't last long. Two weeks was enough time for the house of cards of feelings to crumble again, the way a sand castle crumbles when it is hit by the ocean waves on the beach. 
And it was always her fault. You would walk on eggshells talking to her, careful not to hurt her or make her angry, but at the cost of what? Your mental health? Or your patience? The first opportunity she had, the first thing she chose to do was to criticize you for something you would never have noticed if it hadn't been pointed out. It hurt more when she did it in a jocular tone or advisory tone, but you already knew how to interpret every comma, every hyphen, every mini detail of what she said or implied, you learned this on your own a long time ago and realized that only her love could make you hurt metaphysically like this. 
There came a time when you tried to convince yourself that she was a traumatized woman too, that she had her own problems, own traumas and own dilemmas too, but how is it possible to have empathy, sympathy or remotely affection for someone who uses your traumas and dilemmas against you too? It is paradoxical, almost bordering on being a cruel oxymoron. 
At least, when you looked back to hear the sound of a horn you knew too well, there he was, with his car parked on the corner and his head sticking out with his hair combed back and eyes shining with curiosity to know how your day was. Curiosity that soon after became concern and preparation to comfort you when he noticed your irritation and lack of good mood by the way you walked as if you were crushing your feelings on the floor of the dark street and the way your arms were crossed with fingers inward. It was always difficult for him to know when to open a conversation with you right after you left your mother's house.  
As soon as you stopped in front of the door next to the car seat, Ukai leaned over to unlock it from the inside and let you in. The moment your back met the comfort of the car's soft backrest, a long sigh escaped from the bottom of your lungs and your stepfather looked from you to the street before pushing the button to make the car windows close. 
“Wanna talk about today?” he asked as he prepared to put the key in the ignition and you cleared your throat before answering without much animation, “I think you already know the answer, Shin.” 
“I know, but it was worth the attempt to ask you anyway,” he spoke with his eyes landing on your fingers being snapped more than twice in a row. 
You were not only nervous, angry and hurt, but also anxious and about to combust with your feelings gathering into a huge snowball. 
Ukai looked in the glove compartment of the car and an idea briefly lit up his mind. You don't even pay much attention to him bending over to open that compartment of the car and taking out a halfway pack of cigarettes and a lighter, it was not uncommon to see him smoking, so it was only fair that you saw for yourself that he was about to do that. But then... 
“Want it?” his hand reached up towards you holding a cigarette between fingers the way a temptress would and you felt your heart sink and light up at the same time, “Your mom doesn't need to know, it can be our secret, 'kay?” 
You couldn't even tell if she would care much that Ukai had offered you a cigarette, although you, she and even he knew that you had never done that before, not even among friends.  
Her eyes went from the cigarette between his fingers to his, and then back to his, the only thing your stepfather did besides continue holding it towards you was raise his eyebrows suggestively. His body slowly leaned forward, his face getting a little closer to the nicotine pack, and his fingers completed the process of leaving it between his lips, his attention focused on Ukai's other hand bringing the lighter closer and flicking it to let the flame burn and ignite, but his? It was on his concentrated face, specifically on his lips wrapped around the cigarette. If he had clear eyes, you might have been able to see the way his pupils slowly dilated upon seeing you dredge for the first time in his life. 
“You're so good at it, you sure you never did it?” he asked dropping the lighter back into the glove compartment and listening to you give a disconcerted, almost embarrassed giggle. 
“It's the first time I'm doing it, Keishin, y'know it,” you replied letting your back sink against the seat and he turned the ignition key with the car immediately ready to drive home, “Are you sure she won't... y'know, tell you some shit because of this?” 
Ukai shrugged before starting the car and beginning to drive with only one hand on the steering wheel while the other adjusted the gears and took the opportunity to put itself over your knee. For you, it was supposed to be just a physical display of fatherly affection; for him, it was a way of trying to relieve the very tension that was beginning to build inside his body. 
“If you don't tell her, I won't either, simple.”  
He knew it was problematic down to the last level of the notion of morality he still had stored away after several years, but still, his body didn't seem to be listening to his conscience. The devil on his shoulder was winning that tug-of-war, this became obvious as soon as his fingers went a little higher, from your knee to the beginning of your thigh, and gave a gentle squeeze there. 
A squeeze that sent a shiver down your back and the most instinctive thing you would have done was to press thighs together, but the cigarette between your lips reminded you who was the one there beside you, his fingers now drawing imaginary circles against your warm skin. 
Keishin Ukai is not just any man, far from it. 
He was the only man you ever let see you cry after coming home from your mother's house, the only man who had walked you through the entire trajectory of leaving the house of the woman who gave birth to you and was married to him for a long time and entering college and also graduating, the only man who let you sleep with your head resting on his shoulder during Saturdays when you watched movies together and unwittingly the tiredness hit your body earlier than expected, the only man who paid attention to you even when you were talking about your personal hobbies that wouldn't be interesting to anyone else but him, the only man who knew by heart all the hairstyles you liked to do with your hair and who also helped you with them and told you how beautiful they looked. And also, the only man who represented anything remotely like the feeling of fatherhood to you. 
As you dredged up some more nicotine inside, you could feel the tension building in the air inside the car, almost possible to cut it with a knife. And neither of you said anything at all for long seconds, until the traffic light closed on one of the streets and Ukai sighed heavily wondering if he could get home without doing anything he shouldn't with you. 
“You... good, Daddy?” 
He swore to himself that he had heard you drag out that word more than necessary and maybe you had done it without realizing it. His hand almost came away from your thigh, but he needed something reminding himself not to do that, something solid, human. 
“Mhm,” Ukai replied before running his tongue over his lips and forcing a cough just to give himself time to think of something else to say, “I was just wondering what else I could do for you besides a cigarette to make you feel better.” 
It was at that moment that your heart started beating so fast it made you think your stepfather could hear you as you clung to the idea that he would never say anything to you with ulterior motives, it made no sense to think that way of Ukai. 
“I think that...,” you started to speak, but you preferred to take another drag on your cigarette to make sure that it wasn't just a fever dream and that what you were about to speak wasn't either, “There's a parking lot very close to here.” 
Ukai understood exactly what you meant; he knows you so well that half a word is enough for him to maneuver the car back to a parking lot that was open 24 hours a day. 
As soon as the car was parked, your stepfather took less than ten seconds to get out and go to open the door next to your seat, barely giving you time to finish another drag on the cigarette and immediately taking your lips in a hurried, messy kiss. Your hands grabbed his hair and pulled his face a little closer, until you could no longer tell what was your breath and his so blended together that they became. 
Keishin wanted to feel your body, feel your warm skin shivering as you felt his cold fingers inviting you to finish what he had started, which is why he grabbed your shirt and jacket so he could take them off and squeeze and caress your arms and tits. 
The kiss deepened even more as his tongue slid into your mouth and you thought he was about to push you into the backseat of the car, but in reality, it was the exact opposite: your stepdad pulled you out by shoulders and soon after was leaving you leaning against the hood. 
“K-Keishin, hold– hold on, we're in, in public, we should–,” you tried to protest as his lips slid down your neck and left wet kisses and bites, you couldn't be sure if the nicotine was clouding your senses or one kiss from him was enough to make you want to let him make you forget your problems. 
“What's the matter? You've never been with a guy other than between four walls?”, his tone was playful and you felt the shame burn inside your cheeks. 
“You aren't just 'a guy', you know it, Keishin,” you gasped answering, and his hands reached over the zipper and buttons of your shorts to let them slide down to ankles before being removed completely. 
“Yeah, you're absolutely right, I'm not just a guy, I know it,” he got down on his knees between your legs and gestured for you to finish lying completely on the hood of the car, “And that's exactly why you should trust your daddy more, right? Now, legs on my shoulders,” you looked at him still not completely sure about letting him take control of your body and he looked at you still kneeling, his hands massaging your thighs leisurely, “Trust me just one more time, yeah? I'd never let anything bad happen to you, ‘kay?” 
You swallowed dryly before acceding to Keishin’s orders and leaving your legs residing on his shoulders, giving him complete concession to finish spreading your legs apart and finally being able to massage your pussy over panties with both thumbs. 
It was so soft down there; he could tell it. So soft and warm, it made his mouth salivate just imagining himself running his tongue through your folds and collecting all your juices or sucking your clit until it was swollen and throbbing. He never even thought about being between your legs, but here he was: his mouth running over your cunt in little kisses that made the wet spot on the bottom of your panties even bigger; you could feel your folds uncomfortably sticking to the fabric because of your slick. 
One of your hands grabbed his hair and pulled his face a little closer against the middle of your legs. It didn't take long before your panties were being pulled aside and you had to use your other hand to cover your mouth as Ukai ran his tongue all over your pussy, from the entrance to your clit. 
Ukai was more experienced than you expected and you were almost ashamed that you enjoyed the way his tongue could slide ever more easily between your folds and how much more easily he could tonguefuck you as you became wetter. As the seconds turned into minutes, hands could no longer be enough to muffle your moans and his ears could already pick up your whimpers, your little “More”, the panting “Please”; everything coming from you was a good excuse for how rockhard his cock was, how full of cum his balls were. 
Now his hands were shamelessly digging fingers into the soft skin of your trembling thighs, and his mouth glistening with your juices seemed more determined to make out with your pussy that was clenching around nothing as that hot, overwhelming sensation deep inside your belly grew more and more intense, each time giving you the impression that something was about to explode inside you.  
And it was at the very moment that Keishin noticed your body becoming even more restless, with your thighs trying to close around his face and both hands pulling at his hair, that he knew you were about to cum, about to do it completely over his mouth, the mouth of your stepfather who knew how to eat you out like no one else. 
For the first time in a long time, he felt so proud, his dick throbbed even more inside his underwear and his mouth started sucking your clit with even more pressure. 
“D-Daddy, ‘m feeling– dizzy, so dizzy, ‘n, fuck, I gotta– cum, please ngh! Lemme j-just, it, do it, please, ‘Shin!” 
You didn't know if you were screaming at him to let you cum or just whispering breathlessly, your head could no longer think of anything other than the feeling of being about to cum, and then suddenly and still with his mouth against your wet folds, Ukai said, “Do it, pretty girl, let it go ‘n I’ll be here makin’ you feel real good, just do it for me.” 
Your body responded immediately, with head falling back and resting against the still icy hood of the car, hips forcing themselves against your stepdad's face, and your pussy squirting completely over his mouth. Your thighs closed up to keep him from leaving between your legs, and he couldn't help but grin as he licked and swallowed every last drop of your orgasm at the idea that you naively thought a man like him wouldn't want to have everything you could give him. 
But before you were even completely off your high, Ukai managed to make your legs open again and stood up finishing removing your panties only to shove them into your mouth right after giving you a slow kiss that made you taste some of your sweet taste. 
“You're such a loud girl, what if someone out of here heard us, huh?”, Ukai began to unbutton his pants to lower them along with the underwear and you moaned with your mouth full in a response that made him let out a giggle, “Oh, don't worry, I’d never let anyone see you like this,” he brought a hand to your throbbing pussy and rubbed your clit slowly, realizing how sensitive it was, “Your body is meant to be seen only by your daddy, right?” 
You nodded in agreement and he took your face with one hand by your chin before speaking again, “So, why don't you expose yourself for you daddy? Just using your pretty fingers, ‘course.” 
He looked suggestively between your legs and you silently understood what he meant. And even though shame was eating you up inside, the urge to have him inside you was greater, more urgent, so your hand slid up to reach your warm, messy pussy to push your folds apart and show him your entrance squeezing around nothing and still leaking.  
“There we go, that's such a nice sight, princess, you have such a tight, tiny slutty-hole ready to be used,” Ukai whispered taking his dick by the base to the front of your entrance, “Can you stay still for daddy, princess?” 
You whispered a muffled “Yes” in response and his cock slid in slowly, making you have the sensation being stretched and his veins rubbing against your gummy walls; it was even better than having his mouth eating you out. He filled you so well, it was almost immoral to Ukai Keishin make you feel so complete with his cock plugging you up and forcing your tight entrance to widen almost to its limits because of his fat shaft. 
“Fuck, so damn, fuckin’ tight,” he gasped holding you by the waist, only to continue feeling your walls ready to milk every last drop of his cum, “You can feel it, can't you? Your pussy throbbing, wanting me to go deeper inside you.” 
Ukai gave a quick thrust, feeling you clenching down on him even harder, and your legs immediately wrapped around his hips. If pulling out was a remote chance before, now it became an impossibility; you wanted to feel him finish it in the only way possible: with his cum being thrown deep inside your pussy, so deep that your womb could easily be impregnated. 
“You're so– fuck, feels fucking amazing inside you, I could stay here for hours,” Keishin gasps letting his head fall back and giving you the clear view of him swallowing saliva with difficulty, “You'll always be my cute, little princess, but your pussy is slut-worth f'sure” 
He looked at you with a small smile and began to actually thrust himself into you, the wet sounds getting louder and louder as your slickness leaked even more and soaked his shaft completely. 
His eyes stayed fixed mostly on the image of him disappearing inside your tight heat and soon after reappearing with the tip getting more and more swollen, ready to spew his hot, thick cream; Ukai Keishin must be the luckiest stepfather in the world to have the opportunity to watch you melt for him and let him use you like a human fleshlight. 
Slowly you began to feel your orgasm building again, your pussy was getting more and more hypersensitive, almost to the point of hurting, but still: it felt so good, feeling him go deeper and deeper and leave you with your mind blank was so good. 
Inevitably your hips began to force themselves against his as the rhythm became more erratic, less rhythmic – Ukai was about to cum, and just when he did, his hands held you forcefully by the waist, holding you still as much as possible as his milk filled you completely, hot, sticky, thick, just the way you imagined it would be. 
You could get addicted to the sensation of feeling the pressure of Ukai's fillets of cum filling you from the inside, so addicted that your orgasm came soon after, crashing over your body suddenly and making you clutch desperately against the body of your stepdad, who promptly tucked you into his arms and massaged your back until your breathing slowly began to normalize, to calm down just like his heart that seemed to be sinking into tachycardia.  
“I–,” you tried to start to speak, still with your mouth full of your own panties, his hand promptly pulled it out, but placed his index finger over your lips instead. 
“Shush, it's so late at night right now, isn't it? What if someone listened to your pretty voice and came over here?” Ukai spoke up stepping away and picking up your shorts, “I need to let you at our home and give you a good bath and then put you to sleep after this full day,” he spoke up, leaning over and leaving a little kiss on your lips before whispering, “And if you can do it here today once, you can do it twice, right?”
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silverflqmes · 11 months
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໒⦂ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐎 ‘𝐈𝐋𝐘’ 𝐇𝐂𝐒.
notes. reposted from wp!
genre. fluff
ft. keishin ukai, suguru daishou, daichi sawamura
gender neutral! reader
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➫ 𝓤𝗞𝗔𝗜 𝓚𝗘𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗
⌗  around this hour keishin probably just got off of work at sakanoshita's, so you offered to help with closing the shop up cuz you wanted him home faster🤲
⌗  tbh he didn't really want you helping him since some tasks were difficult and he had a set routine for how he did things
⌗  he bit his tongue whenever you tried to put things away and always waited at least two minutes for you to move to the next thing to fix it all over again LMAOOOO
⌗  but he really appreciated the help and above all, the company💞
⌗  finally the two of you left and ukai managed to salvage two remaining pork buns that he'd bake a few hours ago for the boys. naturally, he kept one for himself and gave the other to you while you on the walk home.
⌗  he was telling a few stories on the way and making jokes about his days in karasuno as a setter when you suddenly turned to him, eyes shining with endearment and a little bit from the moonlight.
⌗  you had heaved the softest of sighs before leaning onto his shoulder, chuckling almost absentmindedly. "ahh, i love you." — lemme tell you the man was speechless but hella thankful that you didn't peer up from the ground to see his expression.
➫ 𝓓𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗨 𝓢𝗨𝗚𝗨𝗥𝗨 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗
⌗  MALL DATE CUZ I SAW SUMN CUTE IN HAIKYUU BŪ!! WITH HIM AND MIKA LMAO
⌗  so you'd both be finishing up on your shopping and it's around eight — which is when the mall closes ( dunno if it's like this in japan, but definitely in the states ), and you're both on your way out
⌗  he'd be carrying most of the bags while you're finishing up the rest of the milkshake he got you, and it's when the moonlight struck him that you realized how lucky you were
⌗  he may be the pettiest person on his team and get into dumb banters with nekoma's captain, but he was the love of your life regardless. the one that you love and cared for so dearly, who brought you happiness like no other man or woman could
⌗  he was there every minute, every call, every hangout; every moment, he was there for you no matter how happy or sad you were.
⌗  "suguru?" you'd call out finally and he'd hum, peering over at you with a tired smile. "what is it, my love?"
⌗  "i love you so much, thank you for today," you smiled softly, leaning in to peck his cheek quickly, which left him a flustered mess- oh boy..
➫ 𝓢𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝓓𝗔𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗜 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗
⌗  it's just about two minutes before he had to line up for his match against shiratorizawa; the air had been tense and you were very much aware of his anxiety
⌗  who wouldn't be anxious? as a third year, it was do or die to get into nationals and as a captain, he couldn't bare being the one to let his team down, not after declaring to them that they would make it to nationals.
⌗  you noticed his nervous demeanor and gently, you approached his tensed form, crouching down in front of him while he sat on the bench as you reached out for his hands
⌗  gently you cradled them both in your own, placing a kiss at the top before looking up at him, catching the blush spreading across his tanned cheeks.
⌗  "you're gonna do great, you know that?" you'd ask, tracing his fingers gently with your own while he nodded slowly.
⌗  his lips had parted to make a remark and you shushed him with a quick kiss, laughing softly when his cheeks darkened profusely.
⌗  "i love you daichi, good luck out there, i'll be cheering you on as loud as i can!" you proclaimed before standing back up and running off to the stands, waving him off enthusiastically while he stood there, utterly flabbergasted. but what you didn't catch was the soft smile that formed on his lips🥺
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imperatorkhaleesi · 10 months
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DO I WANNA KNOW?
Chapter Two: "Was sorta hopin' that you'd stay"
Keishin Ukai x Reader
✨You play, Kei pines, and you try to sort your shit out.✨
“Sorry,” he says. He moves to let you go but you hold on, tilting your head up to get closer to him. “I…I just—” “Don’t apologize,” you whisper; Kei’s breath catches as his eyes meet yours. “I want to.”
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Chapter Content Deets! (For all fic content tags, please check the full work post here): afab!reader, black woman reader, she/her pronouns, reader is described a little, former Olympian!reader, childhood best friends, high school sweethearts turned exes, no y/n usage, nickname ("Berry" [spoiler: it will be explained later]), name calling (you call each other "asshole", eventual smut, for now kissing, ANGST, but with FLUFF PAYOFF!, light hair pulling, heavy PDA
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There’s a poetry to the way you move that he missed being able to see. You’re astoundingly graceful, even now; he doesn’t mean to sound like an asshole, but it’s only obvious to people who know you like the back of their hands that you haven’t played in a while. There’s a slight, maybe nano-second lag between your instincts and your body movements (which he’s absolutely sure he can blame on the combination of your knee and ankle injury) but even then it’s fucking nothing; the teenage boys you’re playing against are struggling to mark you and read your plays.
And forget your serves. Whatever ones they’re getting are either pure luck or you taking pity after multiple service aces in a row. You and the second team are fucking dismantling his starter team. If he wasn’t so—no, he’s not gonna say that, not even gonna think it, you have a fuckin’ boyfriend.
But…the fact that watching you play still gets a rise out of him like this is…interesting, to say the least. He wants to judge himself; you’re right really, it’s his team that he’s been coaching, this should be at least a little embarrassing for him. But you’re a fucking former Olympian. You have a solid 15+ years of experience on all of them, you were coached by the best in the country, and you were a phenom when you were their age; an insane, once-in-a-generation all-around player, and…fuck it, it’s still astronomically fucking hot that you’re still so incredible at it.
You look…so…fuck, just so bewitching, standing on that court, glistening with sweat, your face a perfect mask of focus and determination, your eyes bright with the excitement he missed seeing. You stripped out of your hoodie six attacks ago, and he can tell he’s not the only one that got distracted by your knotted shirt sitting along your belly and sleeve of tattoos. You’re so fucking stunning like this - so much has changed, but this is consistent. You, on a good team, murdering the opposition.
He was right to call you, he thinks, grinning. Even if you don’t stay long (he banishes the thought before the knot in his stomach can get any tighter), he knows that just having them cycle in and out after each play and see you work in each position and offer them notes is an incredible education. Especially for Noya - Kei can tell he’s learning a lot from your saves, even from the other side of the court.
You and Suga make eye contact, he sets, you jump,  send a hard spike over the net, and Noya dives for it. Kei sees it at the same time you do; Tanaka and Tsukishima both flinch, but don’t move, and Noya misses.
“Time!” You shout as you land; the game halts as you duck underneath the net, shaking your knee. “Receiving drill. Line up!”
Everyone falls into line quick, and you begin to stretch your arms as you speak to them. You’re bruising; your knee is probably gonna be screaming soon. He’s gonna have to remind you to do the epsom salts later; you always used to forget, always too in it to care.
“So. Your attacks and offense are incredible. But your defense is so bad it’s depressing. I’m assuming it’s because you’re a new team and not used to working with each other, and that’s understandable. But you’ll never be a strong team unless you learn how to support and show up for each other, and that starts with a strong defense. So here’s how we’ll do it. You’re gonna start with serves and tosses from this side, and it’s your job as a team to keep the ball in the air no matter what. No attacks, no spikes. Just keep the ball in the air and in play. Every touch is worth a point. If you touch it 15 times, then we’ll switch. Then 20, 25, 30, all the way up to 50. But if it touches the ground, you start over. Every time someone misses and your libero has to cover for you, you lose a point. Every time the ball passes over the net to the next team, you add another ball and you have to keep all of them in the air at once. Get after it.”
Fuck, he watches as you mince off the court, leaning into your right ever so slightly as you walk toward him and Takeda. You overdid it.
“Here,” Takeda stands from the bench, gesturing for you to sit, and you shake your head.
“I gotta stay warm and limber or I’ll hurt myself later,” you reply, smiling. “But thanks.”
“Of course! You’re really amazing out there.”
“She oughta be,” Keishin says; the starter team hits 15, then passes the ball over the net, and the second team adds a ball. “Be a sad state for an Olympian to suddenly be a terrible player in retirement.”
You wince as you sit on the other side of Takeda on the ground, and let your legs splay out on either side of you, stretching to touch your toes. Your center split is still perfect. Of course. If you did nothing else after games, you’d stretch. If he’s remembering correctly, the first time the two of you fucked happened after a practice game in this very gym; you asked him to help you with a cool down and one thing led to another—
“An Olympian?” Takeda exclaims.
“Former Olympian,” you correct, immediately. Kei chuckles. Aggressively and unnecessarily modest, as per usual. The second team sends two balls over the net and Tsukishima tosses up a third.
“Top ranked player at that,” he adds. “Singlehandedly carried Japan to number one that year.”
“I didn’t singlehandedly do shit, don’t listen to him,” you snort. “Defeats the purpose of calling it a team sport if we act like I was running that court by myself.”
“It certainly explains a lot,” Takeda says, smiling. “I don’t know much about volleyball, but even I can tell you’re incredible.”
“Thank you,” you laugh. “You can thank the Ukais for a lot of that. Ukai the Elder trained me well and my Ukai and our other friends Takinoue and Shimada let me obsessively practice all the positions with them until I was a precision player.”
“She’s forgetting the hours of voluntary practice she put in with her team and our team that gave her an edge,” Kei says, dropping down next to Takeda. “Worked her ass off to get to where she is.” He tries not to let himself get swept up in the fact that you called him “my Ukai” again. Probably from former habit, but it doesn’t mean…it has to be nothing.
Or maybe not? Maybe it means you’re not pissed anymore? You’re here, after all—
“Why didn’t you call her earlier?” Kei looks over at you then, watches as you studiously twist under and reach for your left toes with your right hand. He watches the knot in your shirt ride further up your side, ever so slightly and jeez, he can feel his balls tighten just at the sight of your bare skin. The two of you haven’t even talked about it or mentioned it. You’re certainly not gonna get into it in front of someone you’ve just met, so he’s definitely not gonna initiate.
“I’ve been busy,” you say, evenly.
“You should cool down,” Kei says, instead.
“I’m fine,” you reply; you press your fists to either side of your knee and massage them, gently. “There’s a few attacks your setter and wing spiker haven’t tried that I wanna teach your receivers to defend against.”
“You should ease up anyway. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
“I’m fine.”
“Ber—”
“Keishin.”
“The KT Tape is not a magic fix—”
“I know,” you huff, just on the edge of snapping at him. “I’m just trying to make sure I don’t catch any cramps.”
“Just take it easy from now on, alright?”
“You sound just like General Ukai,” you sigh; he knows you can feel just how deeply you annoyed him.
“No I don’t. Focus on not tearing another ligament,” he huffs.
“Yes coach.” You rise to your feet and flex them, the joints cracking as you shake yourself out and jog back over to the net.
“Did I say something wrong?” Takeda says. Kei turns to look at him and lets out a soft chuckle.
“Nah, it’s just us. She and I…we’ve…known each other a long time, since we were kids. Since she moved here, actually. It’s complicated.”
“Complicated?” Takeda’s brows furrow a split second before he catches the look on Kei’s face and his face reddens. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” Kei breathes out. His eyes land on you as you dive to keep the ball up, and you roll to your feet, motioning for the second team to start over.
“Well,” Takeda lays a hand on Kei’s shoulder. “I’m sure reaching out to her was hard for you, but I know the team is grateful.”
“I’m actually…” Kei’s eyes linger on you while you let out a soft laugh as Hinata and Kageyama start arguing, like usual. “I’m thankful to have a reason to ask her up here. I missed her.”
“It may mean something that she’s here too, you know.” Takeda smiles kindly over to him. “Whatever the reason things are complicated…maybe she misses you too.”
You spare a look over to Kei, and you grin, holding your middle finger up at him before you turn back to Kageyama.
“Maybe,” Kei says softly, warmth growing in his chest before he can stifle it again. “I hope.”
~*~*~
“Okay, you were right,” you groan, three hours later; Hinata and Kageyama just left after an extra hour of drilling with you as Kei looked on, smoking from the doorway, and now you’re sprawled on the ground, wrapping up your cool-down, your jacket and hoodie piled next to you where Kei left them as he and the boys put things away. “I may have overdone it.”
It’s an understatement, you know for sure; your knee is screaming, burning, not in a ‘fuck I’m broken this time I won’t ever be able to walk again’ way, but a ‘maybe I should’ve put on a brace before I started doing all those extra quicks and spikes’ way. You’ll be fine, you just need to rest, stay off your knee for the rest of the night if you can. And of course—
Kei sighs, slamming the equipment closet door closed and locking it before he turns to take you in.
“Knee or ankle?” Of course, you need to pop the joint; your landings weren’t as graceful as they used to be 6 years ago, and you can’t pop it by yourself, you’ve been trying to for the past 10 minutes as Kei cleared the last of the equipment up and brought his stuff out of the gym and carried it to his car.
“Knee,” you say, softly. You try to rise from the ground as he comes to you, but he swats your outstretched hand away, pushing your shoulder to make you lay back against the floor. He kneels, wraps his forearm around your calf, then places a gentle, supportive hand under your knee and tugs until you both feel the dull crack! between his fingers. You let out a soft exhale as the pressure floods out and the dull pain eases.
“Better?”
“Mm,” you sigh. “Much. Thank you.” He sits up, and extends his hand to you and you take it, letting him haul you to your feet. He gives you maybe a half-second to get your bearings before he tsks and scoops you up into his arms.
“I can walk—”
“We both know that’s bullshit,” he replies, rolling his eyes as he carries you toward the door.
“Yeah, you called that,” you laugh. “Probably gonna need an ice bath to make sure I can move 24 hours from now.”
“Well, the boys are certainly gonna miss you tomorrow,” he says, after a moment. Hm. He wasn’t even remotely subtle, but you don’t blame him. You might as well…it’s only been a day, but it’s been…nice. You can spare a few more days before heading down to Okinawa.
“I’ll be here tomorrow, actually,” you reply; Kei stops in the threshold, you can feel him looking down at you, but you try to stay as nonchalant as possible, your eyes locked on the collar of his blue shirt peeking out from his pullover, trailing up to his neck. His Adam’s apple bobs, and heat sparks low in your body, just a bit. Your lips remember the slope of it so easily— “I promised I’d help your libero with some sets.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” It’s awkward as he sets you down outside the gym, and turns to cut the lights off, lock the door; the tow of you slide your shoes on. The question you know he wants to ask goes unspoken, and you won’t be the first to say it.
“So, uh. Important question.” Here it goes. You push away from the wall you were leaning against as he ties his laces and rises to look at you. “Are you gonna make them do theater games tomorrow,” he sighs, and you let out a loud snort. Okay…he got you.
“If you have to ask, clearly it’s been too long since you played zip zap zop,” you reply, yawning.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“For this team, which needs to learn how to read each other and respond as one in front of a big crowd, what would be better than theater games?”
“Practice.”
“And how’s that strategy working out for you?”
“Swimmingly, perfectly actually,” he laughs.
“Oh, in that case, I’ll just head back home then. No problem.”
“Cool. I’m keeping your luggage. Probably still half of my stuff in it anyway. Bye!” You snort, raising your arms to playfully swing at him, but Kei brings his arms up to defend, and flinches, letting out a loud laugh as your soft punch digs into his side. You stumble, trying to balance your weight on your right foot but he catches you close around the waist, and the two of you are very suddenly nose to nose, chest to chest, breath suddenly heavy, his arm around your waist, holding you steady. “S…sorry, Ber. You okay?” You nod, your nose brushing softly against the side of his, and your heart races as his fingers tighten around your waist, pulling you into him.
“Mhm,” you hum. His palm brushes down your spine to your hip, and you shiver, gripping the front of his jacket, pulling him closer.
“Knee still steady,” he says, absently; his thumb swirls across the side of your hip, gently, and desire swoops in with a vengeance, sharp and quick and unbearably hot. His chest heaves against yours, his eyes go low and stormy as he takes you in, and you want to; you’ve been thinking about how he used to kiss you ever since you walked into the store 12 hours ago. If you had the wherewithal you’d be a little embarrassed at how quickly he’s swayed you, how easily 6 years worth of anger faded.
“Yeah,” you reply, soft. Kei nods, his eyes searching your face, and you feel his hand on your cheek, soft, his thumb stroking along the base of your bottom lip. And you almost lean forward, just as he shuts his eyes and drops his hand.
“Sorry,” he says. He moves to let you go but you hold on, tilting your head up to get closer to him. “I…I just—”
“Don’t apologize,” you whisper; Kei’s breath catches as his eyes meet yours. “I want to.” He squints down at you at that, his brow arching, his gaze instantly judgmental.
“Wouldn’t your boyfriend have an opinion about that?” Fuck, you forgot you told him that. And based on the way his expression shifts into a pleased smirk, he can tell. “Is he in Canada?”
“God, shut up,” you huff, shoving him in the chest, but it’s his turn to hold onto you this time, his smirk spreading wider as he watches you squirm.
“He’s not gonna hop on a red eye to come kick my ass, is he?”
“Well, he’s in Kyoto, so no,” you reply, and his face crumples a bit as he lets you go, and you’re kicking yourself because you didn’t want to do this with him, there was a part of you that was hoping all of the hard stuff could be avoided, but— “And he’s my…he’s an ex now, so…”
“Oh, so…oh.” You nod as Kei takes another step back and takes you in, his expression serious. “You didn’t…that isn’t my fault, is it?” 
“Relax,” you sigh. “We were way over way before you emailed me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You had nothing to do with it,” you shrug; his eyes narrow as he takes you in, but you turn and start walking-but-mostly-limping toward his car before he can ask the follow-up. And of course that doesn’t fucking work because Kei doesn’t know how to let you let shit go.
“Do you wanna talk about it, Berry?” he says, catching up to you in three long strides. You shake your head.
“Not with you,” you say, leaning against the trunk. Kei sighs.
“I’m just—”
“What? What? You’re what, Kei?” You’re not sure what it is; maybe it’s the anger and it’s coming back ten times harder because of what just happened. Maybe you just…you don’t even know. You’re just tired of talking around the big fucking elephant in the room.
His brows furrow as he takes you in.
“What exactly are we talking about here,” he says, carefully, after a moment. He’s being too fucking mature about this, and it’s pissing you off.
“Fuck you, Kei,” you reply. “Just…fuck you.” You turn, walking down the gravel road toward the school exit. Your knee is in deep pain but you’re going to make a point—
“Berry,” he yells after you. Gravel scatters behind you and you pick up your pace. “You can’t keep walking on that knee, it’ll—”
“If you hadn’t fucking abandoned me then I wouldn’t have to worry about my fucking knee!” He falls silent behind you, and you stop in your tracks. The nape of your neck burns; you make a tiny step to turn, but Keishin says your name and you falter. You don’t remember the last time he said it, you’re so used to him calling you that stupid nickname. You can barely even remember the shape of your first name on his lips; it sounds almost too smooth in his mouth, as if he’s practiced it to perfection, waiting for this moment.
“Don’t,” you sigh. “Please don’t…I…just leave it, okay?”
“Look at me,” is all he says. Then your name again. It stings rolling off his tongue so easily - a reminder of how long it’s been since you’ve heard his voice, how many times he must’ve said it to so many others, what it must’ve taken to ask about you, rather than talk to you. How it must’ve caused a sharp pang in his chest any time someone asked him how you were, and all he had was conjecture. You know, because it hurt you just as much to do it. “C’mon,” he says. “Look at me. Please.”
Your entire life has enabled you to know exactly how Kei is going to react to something at any given time, so the look on his face is terrifying. If your name in his mouth wasn’t what killed you, the wounded, devastated look in his eyes drives the knife between your ribs home.
This is why you iced him out for six years, you realize, suddenly. He’s still the only person alive who knows exactly how to hurt you in the worst possible ways without a second thought.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you. I wanted to be.” And you’re ready to hammer down on him; you should’ve been, fuck you. But instead.
“You didn’t even call me,” your voice cracks; fuck, you swore you wouldn’t fucking cry on the train here. You promised yourself—
“I’m sorry, I really am,” he opens his arms, moves toward you and you stumble back.
“Don’t fucking touch me right now,” you snap, and he stops. And his arms drop.
“You didn’t pick up,” he says. “I must’ve called 50 times, I sent flowers—”
“I’m not talking about after I got injured, Kei.”
His breath catches. Then his head drops, and fuck, everything goes glittery and soft, and the knot in your throat explodes out of your mouth in a quiet sob.
“Fuck,” he whispers. You turn on your heel and the tears burst into a full-blown cry immediately. Jesus Christ…you swipe at your face with the sleeves of your hoodie, but you can’t stop; you feel a hand on your shoulder— “Hey, it’s okay—”
“Stop,” you shake your head, furiously wiping your eyes as you shove off Kei’s attempt at a hug. “This is embarrassing enough.”
“It’s not, it’s okay—”
“It’s fucking not okay, Keishin!” It’s so quiet outside now. You can’t even hear crickets, or cars on the far street. “It’s not! You left me at the fucking train station! You just left me there! You didn’t text, you didn’t fucking call, you didn’t even give me the respect, you didn’t even fucking respect the relationship we had for 20 years enough to pick up the fucking phone and say you weren’t coming—“
“I wasn’t—”
“Shut the fuck up! I’m so fucking mad at you! I’ve been furious with you for so long! I can’t even let it go because you’re still my best fucking friend and it’s the only connection I have left to you. You’re an asshole and you fucking hurt me and I miss you. And I can’t even just be angry and stay angry, because I know why you did it but fuck! Fuck me for even asking you, but fuck you for not just saying no when I asked, you fucking dickhead!”
Kei doesn’t speak. You fall silent, heaving in deep gulps of breath, trying so hard to calm yourself, to quell the tears. When you’re finally, finally able to breathe without fresh tears sliding down your face, you feel a quick nudge on your shoulder.
“Come,” he murmurs. He turns and starts walking back to his car, looking back when he realizes he can’t hear your footsteps. “C’mon, Berry.”
You watch as he wanders back up the path to his car. You almost, very nearly turn on your heel to continue your walk down the path, but you flinch and your knee explodes with sharp pain. You let out a soft cry, stumbling, trying to balance your weight on one foot, and suddenly Kei is there, holding your elbow, his other hand strong and firm on your lower back.
“Let me carry you. Please,” Kei says.
“Okay,” you mumble, after a moment, and he sweeps you up, so fast you barely have a moment to collect yourself, your nose pressing against his neck. Fuck. “You should quit smoking.”
“Do I smell bad?” You huff, because of course he doesn’t. He smells like tobacco, for sure, but it’s a sweet-smoky kind of scent that you don’t completely hate. Not to mention he still wears that cologne you loved so much on him; he still smells…woody and spicy and warm. Cherrywood and cinnamon. And minty. That was it.
“You smell terrible,” you sigh. “Quit.”
“Well, shit, now that you said it I will,” he chuckles.
“Oh will you?”
“Yeah. The pack in my jacket right now will be my last.”
“Don’t bullshit me, Kei.”
“I’m not.”
“You’re gonna go cold turkey at the end of the harvest season and in the middle of the volleyball season?”
“Do you want me to quit or not?”
“I do, but you’re too stressed to actually qu—”
“Don’t worry about my stress,” he replies. “It’s not your problem.”
“It is when my aunt is calling me because your mom is calling my aunt and my aunt needs me to give her my mom’s old throat coat recipe because you’re wheezing like General Ukai and Uncle Jukito in the field at 4 am.”
“Alright,” he snorts; he sets you back down on his trunk and leans on it next to you. “That means I have permission to worry about you now. Though, to be honest, I never stopped.” Fuck. Don’t start crying again.
“Fine,” you huff.
“Okay. So,” he pulls the pack out of his inner pocket, then tugs one out and lights it, shrugging apologetically at the dirty look you give him. He takes a deep pull, then switches the hand he’s holding it with, putting you upwind. “First. I’m sorry.”
“Kei,” you sigh.
“No. Let me. I’m sorry. I…I was a fuckin’ coward. I didn’t know how to tell you I couldn’t go.”
“I shouldn’t have asked.”
“I wanted to. I wanted to leave with you so badly. I really did. But I couldn’t. My parents needed me nearby. That old bastard needed me too.”
“I know.”
“I’m pissed at you too, you know,” he adds, and you nearly break your neck meeting his gaze.
“Are you fuckin’ serious?”
“You also abandoned me.”
“What are you even—”
“I’ve been calling, texting, and emailing you almost every week for 6 years straight. Actually, you know what? I haven’t been sending the emails, but I have 311 drafts addressed to you if you’re interested. You have every right to be upset with me, I know that, I own that. But I’ve been trying my ass off to fix it and you’ve been rejecting me the whole time.”
“Kei—”
“And you’re right. We’ve been in this together for 20 years. That means as much to me as it does to you. I just thought that 20 years of me consistently showing up for you could’ve earned me a bit of grace for the one time I didn’t. Obviously that wasn’t the case. And it’s not like I wanted to stop showing up. I tried to keep showing up after I fucked up and you kept pushing me out.”
“I know. I knew. I just…shit,” you bury your head in your hands and sigh. “I was being selfish. I was being so fucking selfish because I had the luxury to be. I’m sorry.”
“Honesty?” You look up at him then, see him pressing the pad of his thumb under his chin, and you’re fucking annoyed. Because how dare he revive that right when you’re trying not to burst into tears? But you mirror the action back at him and he smiles. “I’m glad you were. You made me want to try to be, even if it wasn’t possible. You made trying to be selfish worth it.”
Oh. The knot forms in the back of your throat again, and you smile back, but don’t speak just yet.
“Thank you for the flowers,” you say, after several minutes of trying not to sob again. Kei grunts, dropping the cigarette and grounding it underneath his foot.
“I’m glad you liked them.”
“I hated them at the time, actually. It just made me angry that you weren’t there holding my hand in the hospital. But now, in hindsight, I loved them.”
“Good,” he replies, chuckling. And lights another cigarette.
“Keishin,” you say.
“Berry,” he replies, grinning.
“You’re an ass.”
“I am. Speaking of. Second,” he exhales away from you, peering at you from the corner of his eye. “You and…?”
“Jacob,” you sigh after a brief staredown.
“You and Jacob,” Kei scoffs, but waves you down when you open your mouth to retort. “You broke up.”
“Yes.”
“A while ago.”
“Yeah.”
“You’re still living together.”
“Ah…yeah.”
“….and how is that going?” You let your chin drop to your chest as you exhale.
“Well I’m mildly concerned that when I go back in a week my belongings will be smoldering in the trash, but otherwise…awful.”
“Okay,” he taps his cigarette and the ashes float in the light breeze, soft and slow and easy. “So tomorrow I’m busy but the day after is my weekend, so we’ll drive back down and pick up your stuff then.”
“No, you don—”
“I’m not hearing an argument about this,” he says sharply. His eyes soften as he exhales another cloud of smoke and turns to look at you again. “We’re going to get your stuff, Ber.”
“I don’t even have a new place to stay yet—”
“As long as I have a roof you’ll always have a place to stay.” Your gaze lands on him at that, and you take in his profile, the sharp line of his jaw, the soft mischievous slope of his nose, the soft rosiness settling in his tan cheeks, the deep brown of his brows and sideburns, your heart wedging deep in your throat. Kei has always been so fucking handsome, often intolerably so. Annoyingly hot, you’d say even - before the two of you were together you’d get people asking you if you were dating, and oh!, since you’re not, can you ask if he likes me? Or people just straight up hitting on him and treating you like an electrical outlet in the middle of a wall. The last time this ever happened was the middle of second year. Yumiko Noro, who’d been equally an asshole to you and pining over Kei since you all were kids, went to visit her cousins in Seoul over break and came back with a keratin treatment, clear skin, and 4 inches taller. And of course, Kei is a fuckin’ idiot and never noticed all the girls at school throwing themselves at him until you’d pointed it out in a fit of jealousy a day before the two of you went public.
“Hey Keishin,” the two of you looked up from your lunch that Wednesday afternoon to see Yumiko swinging her hair over her shoulder, hands folded behind her back, smiling down at him. Kei smiled back, because of course he’s a sweetheart, but you were too busy trying to decide who you wanted to strangle first.
“Hi Yumiko.” Your gaze tracked over her shoulder to the rest of the group of girls who’d been tormenting you on and off through primary school, sitting at the other end of the crowded courtyard, watching all of you intently.
“So, I heard the volleyball team has the afternoon off, and I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go to the movies? Just the two of us?” You were fucking seething, you opened your mouth to retort, but you felt an arm loop around your shoulder, and the now-familiar sensation of his scruff scraped across your forehead.
“I’m flattered, but I’m not interested. Ber and I have a ramen date later.”
“Oh. Date. Oh. So. Wow, so…the two of you are—”
“Together?” He interrupted, smiling.
“Like together together,” you add.
“Yes,” he finishes. “We are.”
“But I thought…” Yumiko’s gaze finally cuts over at you. “Didn’t you say…”
“It’s recent,” Kei shrugged; fuck, the way he’d squinted in the sun with that little half-smile on his lips must’ve really twisted the knife deeper. “So yeah. She finally came to her senses.”
“Shut up,” you laughed.
“Oh,” Yumiko faltered, then offered a conciliatory grimace. “That’s…nice. Okay, nevermind. Anyway.” She turned on her heel, storming off.
“Hey,” he whispered; you turned your head and met Kei’s eyes, as he stared down at you with that look that warmed you down to your toes. “Kiss me.”
“The point’s been made, Kei,” you murmured, reaching up to smooth his eyebrows down. “We don’t have to do PDA.”
“The point’s been made to them,” his thumb brushed along your bicep as he tugs you closer, his head tilting to Yumiko and her friends still staring holes through you. “It’s my turn now. I don’t want anyone looking at you like they can get you when you’re mine. And anyway, you look so pretty, I can’t not kiss you.”
“I’d say as long as I’m alive, but even if I’m dead or whatever, the store’s still in the family and my family loves you. So you’re good to stay upstairs as long as you need. And if you don’t want to stay up here, we’ll call your aunt on our way down and we can store your stuff while you look. Speaking of, are you taking off work for this, because that’s probabl…hey. You okay?”
You miss his buzzcut. It was a fucking good look on him, but you really love this color and length on him, primarily because he’s a pretty blonde, and it’s so much easier than grabbing the sides of his face to kiss him like you used to. Now, you fist a hand in the back of his head, sinking your fingers into silky hair, and pull his face to yours.
His lips are still so soft. They’re a little dry and cold from the evening chill, but it’s worth it when he gasps against you, his tongue slips against yours, and you melt into his arms wrapping around you a split second later.
It’s different. Not in a bad way. The way the two of you used to kiss was su-fucking-perb for sure, but always felt so rushed and hasty; you were always between things when you were together - trying to snatch time whenever and wherever you could. Saturdays were usually good, but even then, most of the time you only had the mornings before the two of you would go with Granddad Ikkei to coach younger kids. You can’t count how many times the two of you volunteered to hang back and close the school gym up after practice, the corners of this town you’d find for him to park his car, just so you could fuck and not worry about haste.
But this? God. This is what the luxury of time and getting older got you. His hand slides around your neck, stroking along your jaw, and back toward your ear, and pulls you closer, huffing a laugh into your mouth when you gasp again and squirm against his chest. His hand scoots under your hoodie, underneath your shirt, palm pressing along the base of your spine, fingers spreading across your back.
“Fuck,” he exhales, breaking away from your mouth. His eyes open and lock onto you, flitting down to take in your lips. “Where did that come from?”
“You looked so pretty,” you pant. Kei’s breath catches in his throat, “I couldn’t not kiss you.”
“You’re so fucking annoying,” he grits out, dragging your mouth back down to his.
He can’t even remember what he was talking about. It was important, but like history dictates, like always, the moment your lips met his, all that shit went out the fuckin’ window. He’s got a handful of your hair, his mouth against the dip where your collarbone and shoulder meet, your legs wrapped around his waist, and his fingers digging past the waistband of your shorts, nails scraping on the the raw edge of those underwear that left so fucking little to the imagination—
And when you’re moaning so sweetly for him, just like you used to but better, weak and whimpery and needy and fuck you’re in public, you’re in fucking public—
“We can’t do this here,” he breathes.
“Please, Kei,” you’ve got your fist bunched up in the back of his jacket, the way you’re grinding against him is making his brain fuzzy and his dick painfully hard, and he’s still pissed at you, and himself. You, for spoiling the six years the two of you could’ve spent doing exactly this, and himself, for wanting to escalate and fuck you on his trunk as if 1. you’re 17 again and not still on school property, and 2. you don’t have all the time in the world now.
He snarls against your mouth, and licks into it, shivering against you when you moan into him, and he grips the sides of your face, tilting your head away from his to meet his eyes.
“We cannot,” he whispers, then licks across the cupid’s bow of your lips, before finishing, “do this here.” He can see it in your eyes, how the glaze fades to mistiness, and you nod, your tongue darting across where his just was a moment ago. “Understand?”
“Yes, Kei,” you murmur. Fuck, you look so good like this, he missed it so much, just so fucking needy—
“Are you gonna wait?” You used to get shy on him when you were like this; he thinks it may be the desperation of it. You’ve never liked admitting your vulnerability under any circumstances, so having to verbally say what you want when you’re in shambles like this…he’ll be nice. When you nod, he smiles. “Do you promise?”
“Mhm,” you hum. His thumb brushes along your bottom lip, and fuck, he can’t resist, his fingers wrapping around the back of your neck and tugging you in again. The whine in the back of your throat makes him groan, and he breaks away from you again, chewing his bottom lip, pressing your foreheads together, the two of you gasping softly for air. 
“Get in the car,” he whispers.
NEXT CHAPTER
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cookiesandmilksx · 1 year
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Lazy Mornings
With Keishin Ukai
Keishin Ukai x f!reader
Minors and ageless blogs DO NOT INTERACT. If you do, that block button is gonna be looking soooo good.
TW: sex (penis in vagina), reader gets out into a mating press
WC: ~1.2k (so this is a little longer than a drabble but still counts)
Lazy mornings with Ukai aren't always as lazy.
It's Sunday morning and Keishin is dreading his upcoming day. He's been up for an hour now, staring at his phone that reads back 4:06 am. He knows he has to be up in about an hour to open Sakanoshita then at 7 am it's off to Karasuno because if his boys are not taking a day off, then neither is he. He wonders if he can get them to only practice in the morning though. He's lost in thought and almost drifting back to sleep when he feels you roll over and snuggle into his back. He wants to turn around and embrace you, feel even more of you against him but he's soon reminded of the whole reason he's had issues sleeping to begin with.
Last night was one of the hottest nights in Miyagi. The stupid air conditioner broke about a month ago and you have been on him to get it fixed. He wasn't avoiding fixing it, he was just too busy with his other 3 jobs. You arrived home yesterday and immediately noticed the rise in temperature. Ukai's big idea to help with the sweltering heat was to open the balcony doors and all windows. That would have been a great idea.... if it also wasn't incredibly hot outside. Later, when dinner was done, you both had finished watching your favorite show, and both were exhausted; you left to get ready for bed. Ukai always just got ready in the guest bathroom, letting you take the room and ensuite bathroom. He realizes now what a huge mistake that was. He gets in bed, noticing you're still doing your nightly routine. He's making small talk and you're answering him. It's only when you leave the bathroom that Keishin turns quiet.
You've emerged in the skimpiest outfit. 'Could it even be considered an outfit?' he wonders. There you are, adorned in a red lace bralette and matching hipsters. He inquires on what he did to deserve such a reward, assuming the outfit was for him. His newfound elation is soon destroyed when you notify him that you had to choose your comfiest and smallest loungewear because it was so hot. Ukai argues that you had to have had something more comfortable and breathable than that. He just made his next mistake of the night. You scrunch your face at him and let it be known that if the air conditioner was working then maybe you could peruse your plethora of pajamas. Finally getting seated in bed, sans covers, you grab Keishin's hand and place it on your bralette. You explain how the lace is breathable and comfortable while Keishin nods, mesmerized by how can not only feel but easily see your nipple.
His hand falls and you bid him goodnight. Wait. Goodnight? You let him grope your breast and that was it? This brings him to his current issue, he obviously got excited seeing you in your nighttime outfit (or lack thereof) and thought the night would be headed for more intimate events. After feeling your breast, he was as hard as a rock but didn't want to excuse himself to care of it. His dreams of you didn't help his current predicament either. So when you eventually decided to touch him while sleeping, albeit only snuggling him, his senses went into overdrive. He couldn't leave for work like this. He'd never get anything done. He turns on his back, hoping if he counts the dots on the ceiling, he can quell his massive hard on.
That makes things worse because now you're pushed into his side with your left leg thrown over his hip. Your knee is mere millimeters from touching his dick. He has his arm around you and it has taken everything in him to restrain himself from running his fingertips along the side of your plump ass cheek. It's only when you whimper his name in your sleep that he almost gets whiplash from how fast he turned to you. He correctly guesses that you've awoken but is taken aback when you mewl his name and how you need him. Being the ever attentive and doting fiancé that Keishin is, what kind of man would he be to deny the love of his life in her time of need.
Ukai runs his hand along your side and grabs a handful of your ass cheek. You awaken surprised at his boldness and wonder what he's doing. He smirks at you and you already know what that means. You begin kissing his cheeks while he removes your underwear. He runs his fingers through your folds and feels how wet you are. He realizes you must have had an amazing dream to be this wet. He quickly turned you and himself around so you were laying under him. He moved your legs around his hips and slowly lowered his boxers below his balls. Keishin didn't want to waste any time removing his boxers. He slowly pushed the fat tip of his cock into your entrance. You could feel yourself being split apart immediately.
Keishin continues pushing inch by inch and watching your mouth open wide. You can feel how deep he is, the slight upward bend of his cock is hitting that one spot that makes your eyes roll. As he pulls out and snaps his hips towards yours, you can map out the lovely veins that adorn his pretty dick. Keishin is loving your reactions. You're whimpering each time his cock re-enters you. As he continues his brutal assault on your pussy, he lifts your legs near your head and pushes you into his favorite position. Keishin loved watching you moan out his name while you were in the mating press. He watches in adoration every time your eyelids lower and you gasp as his heavy balls hit against your ass. You would never admit it but you may have loved being in a mating press more than Keishin loved watching you.
Ukai carries on with his momentum as he listens to you fall apart on his cock. He's close, so so close. He tried to think of everything except the way your captivating pussy was squeezing him. He needed you to come first. He takes his right hand and lowers it to your clit. He sensually rubs your clit and you immediately groan out a choked 'Kei... Keishin'. He's aware that you're close but he wants to hear you again. He steadily applies more pressure to his ministrations on your nub and you give him exactly what he wants. You scream out his name as you cum all over him. He's mesmerized by the white ring of cum that has accumulated around the base of his cock. He watched his dick enter and exit you as you were now overstimulated. As you were unexpectedly thrown into your second orgasm, Keishin comes. Hard. You feel his heavy and warm cum fill you up.
After coming down from his high, Keishin snuggles into you. He stays attached to you until his alarm goes off at 7 am. He missed opening up his store and now he'll be late to practice. However, seeing the satisfaction in your smile was definitely worth being late.
Lazy Mornings don't always have to be lazy, but maybe Keishin could stand to have someone else take a few of his opening shifts.
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A promise
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Genre: fluff, slice of life
TW: talk about anxiety, almost unnoticable suggestive themes, absent toxic father
AN: I'm scared O.O (M/n =Your mother's name, Y/n = Your name)
Keishin Ukai had a babysitter who he loved dearly, and made a promise to her...Years later she returns back with a daughter, who's an exemplary in every aspect of life: she is popular, beautiful, high achiever. But is she happy? What is happiness at all?
Let's find out!
Enjoy~
Keishin Ukai had a tendency to find himself in situations, where he didn’t want to be; even as a small child, he tried to be as independent as a toddler can be, or even more, making all his babysitters’ lives a bit more difficult than necessary. He was a lively, energetic child, questioning all the rules, and honestly, not everyone had a patience to bear with this kind of behaviour. M/n was different though, she was a gentle, kind, supportive young lady; just a few years younger than his own mother, but since she was still a student at college, her summers were free. Keishin’s mother oftentimes asked M/n to babysit her precious little rascal, and she gladly did so.
Three years old Keishin had confessed almost daily to the pretty lady, but she always refused referring to her long time boyfriend who lives in Tokyo and except for the school holidays, they spend every day together.
-But I love you M/n, I love you thiiiiis much!- He exclaimed, spreading his little arms wide to express his feelings.
M/n only laughed at his act, not sure what to say to the little boy.
-You know Keishin chan, I’m much older than you, plus I already have a boyfriend. I’m sure you’d find a pretty girl or boy in your age. –She tried to cheer the pouting boy up.
-Okay M/n, I accept that. But just so you know, if I can’t marry you, I’m going to marry your daughter!
At this point the woman could hardly hold back her laughter that really wanted to escape. Little Keishin was too adorable.
-What if I won’t have a daughter? –She teased.
-You’ll have. –He stated with dead serious face.
~
Three years later M/n moved to Tokyo as she got pregnant and her now husband didn’t want to live in the countryside, saying they are dirty and there’s nothing to do here. Keishin was just six years old and his world collapsed as his favourite person left the town. He grew out of loving M/n since he found many pretty girls once he entered school, but still liked the woman very much.
-Promise you’ll visit me? –He asked M/n who nodded with a small smile.
-Of course.
Days turned into weeks, then months, soon he was informed M/n gave birth to a beautiful little girl, Keishin was happy for his friend, but missed her dearly. However, after a while M/n was just a sweet memory of his carefree childhood...
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Fourteen years have passed so quickly, Keishin could hardly digest how time flies so fast and he still has no idea what to do with his life: he liked sports, even played volleyball in high school; truth be told, he was not the best at it; his grades were worth a cry; he only wanted some peace, but guess fate had other plans...
His childhood crush has returned along with her gorgeous daughter. Rumors says she got divorced because her husband was a controlling man who was also verbally abusive to them, M/n had enough, packed her and Y/n’s things and decided to settle in her hometown. The divorce was short and painful, M/n got full custody, her ex didn’t mind. Their arrival was a pleasant surprise after all; they never ever met Y/n, who was a fourteen years old beautiful and smart girl. They rented a nice house with two bedrooms, and they asked some of M/n’s friends and relatives to help them with the packing and putting the furniture pieces together. The following month was busy; the girls never found anything they needed and spring was approaching soon, meaning Y/n starts her first year in high school.
She became a popular girl due to her beauty and determination: always getting the best grades, participating in many afterschool activities such as managing Karasuno’s volleyball team, or attending at art class; really, she was everywhere. M/n was extremely proud of her not so little daughter, who was also a helpful, self reliant teenager with very little problems. On one hand, M/n was glad that she was so unproblematic, on the other...she was scared her early years’ hardships has ruined her, but Y/n always reassured her mother that nothing is wrong with her.
It sounds too good to be true, right? It wasn’t... Behind every great mark there was a sleepless night. Behind every smile there was insecurity. No one knew about that as Y/n learnt how to mask her true feelings, due to her controlling, always criticizing father. If she didn’t get the best mark, she was punished by taking away her toys, yelling at, saying what a disgrace she was. If she couldn’t invite anyone to her birthday parties, her father was disappointed, as she was unable to form relationships, how is she going to become a big name? She decided to numb her feelings, to become the best at every possible thing. No matter if her mother was different, that people no longer watched her every move, the scar was there, and she was unable to heal it...
~
Five years has passed like it was nothing. Only faint memories coloured Keishin’s life, who now worked for his grandfather’s small shop; well basically it was his, as the old man was becoming more and more sick. He was dreaming of a life with no problems, and no stress. His early twenties were spent by finding himself, and when he realized what he wants to do, he stuck to it. A comfortable, nice life...that’s all he wanted.
Sometimes she met M/n in the shop, when she was buying something, on special occasions her daughter accompanied her as well, scaring the living shit out of the man with her serious behaviour.
-Remember when you wanted to marry me? –M/n liked to tease the young man who could only forced a smile on his face, not really wanting to discuss embarrassing memories for longer than necessary. –How adorable you were! With your squishy cheeks and huge eyes. Ah, but you young ones grow up too fast and I’m only getting older and older.
-Mother stop being embarrassing! –Her daughter holds her head, clearly annoyed.
-I’m sorry darling, but I can’t help it. You really grow up too fast. See you were a toddler a minute ago, now look at you!
-Mother!
-Okay I get it. Sorry.
Keishin could only laugh at this scene, earning a harsh look from the younger woman, and an apologetic from the older one.
-So, I’ve heard you would work here full time? It seems nice; I’ve seen you brought some new products as well. –M/n noted when she looked around the shop.
-Yes, my grandfather is in the hospital again, so I had to take the shop and thought why not bring in some new things that were not available before.
-That’s nice. Though, I honestly believed you’d become an athlete or something, after all, you were a volleyball player. –She turned to her daughter, explaining- Keishin was Karasuno’s volleyball player.
-I know mother, I’ve seen his face in the notebook. –She replied courtly, then turned her head towards the blonde man, noticing how different high school Ukai and present time Ukai look, but not saying anything, after all it was one of their rare encounters, her mother was here, and she was almost seven years younger than the man, who looks much better now; she could say, he was handsome with his sharp eyes, lazy hairstyle and all in all relaxed aura around him. Not to mention his muscular body that was obvious even if he was wearing oversized hoodies.
However, Y/n was a rational young woman, and looking at feelings, searching for logics behind them was her forte.
-Well, you’re not completely wrong M/n san...I kind of became the coach for Karasuno, but only temporarily.
-I’m so happy for you Keishin, I’m sure you’re going to enjoy it. –She winked. Soon they went home after paying for their groceries, but the body of the handsome man’s never abandoned Y/n’s mind.
“A volleyball coach. How cool! Wait, am I really that desperate?”
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-Sorry for disturbing you! –Kiyoko bowed at a confused Y/n. –But we really need your help. You were the manager during the Little Giant’s time if I’m correct, and... I know how busy you are, still, we’d be honoured if you could help us out.
-Umm, but how can I help you? –They were standing outside of Y/n’s house. The light breeze caressed their cheeks; both women were usually calm and collected but now they both felt awkward and embarrassed: Kiyoko because she felt like a menace for distracting her senior, and Y/n because she knew what helping means: she’s going to see Keishin Ukai again. She’s seen him like five times in her life: when she moved back to her mother’s hometown, he was there, helping with the furniture, he was barely twenty at that time. He was there for a few hours, casually chatting with her mother while putting together a cupboard. Next time it was a barbeque his mother arranged and invited them as well, she was a high school student at that time and he brought his girlfriend to the party as well. Next time she was with her high school sweetheart, looking for a shelter when it started to pour. They ran to the store, where he was with his grandfather. Old man Ukai was a scary man usually, but upon realizing who she was, he tossed them some towels. Then...her mother liked to take her to the store to help her with the groceries. “We can do it much faster like so.” She exclaimed happily dragging her stressed daughter.
-You see... –And they talked and talked, eventually Y/n invited the black haired beauty in the house, and they continued to talk there. After hours of throwing logical reasons at her, she finally said yes.
-But don’t forget I have other responsibilities as well.
-Of course. Thank you Y/n san.
~
Meanwhile Keishin Ukai was thinking of the scary girl. She looked beautiful, and was polite, but something was off. Her eyes...they didn’t shine, actually there were bags under them, making the orbs seem dull, almost lifeless. Like she was missing something.
-Hi Keishin, I totally forget to buy milk. –A familiar cheery voice startled him.
-M/n san, what a pleasant surprise. What kind of milk you are looking for?
-Low fat milk, oh and soya milk too. Look, -She sighed- I’m sorry if I’m too much, it’s just a bit hard to accept that I’m getting old.
Keishin had to laugh at it, he’s just twenty six but feels the same.
-It’s okay, my mother is pretty much the same, so I’m used to it, really.
M/n looked around, but her eyes were just staring emptily.
-She doesn’t like it. It’s been years since we got out of that hell, but she’s still so withdrawn and emotionless. No that’s not the right word. She has feelings but she can’t do anything with them. I thought moving back where she can experience happiness helps, but she buried herself in various things, she could never leave that overaccomplishing behaviour behind.
The blonde man just hmmed as a response, not sure where this conversation leads, but he kinda guessed that there was something behind Y/n’s attitude.
-She has friends, she’s popular, but I don’t see real happiness behind her. She’s thriving to become the best and can suffocate herself just that she get 100% and not 99. Am I overthinking again?
“Probably” He wanted to say, but he started to understand how the woman felt. From the rumors and now from M/n herself, he could confirm that they didn’t have an easy life in Tokyo, plus from the few encounter, he saw that Y/n was something else.
-I wish she was more like...well...more like you. More laid back, less stressed. Every mother wants this for their children. A stressfree life. I’m being too much again. –She sighed.
-It’s okay. –He smiled at M/n.
For the first time in his life, Keishin Ukai was sure: he did the right thing. He never was a talented genius, but somehow people liked to rely on him, and it meant a few extra minute of stress, but in the end, he always felt proud. So he was certain: taking the volleyball coach position would be rewarding.
The next day he woke up tired, unmotivated, his willpower was nowhere to be found but oh well, he promised to train the team, so that’s what he’s gonna do. Unbeknowst to him Y/n woke up with the same feeling plus added stress about how she’s going to help Kiyoko, but...guess she’d manage.
Upon noticing each other, both of them scowled, despite Y/n was at least aware that Keishin would be there; however the blonde had no idea.
-Y/n!! –All the third years ran towards her, dragging along the younger ones, singing odes about the poor woman to them, who stood there awkwardly. –How come you’re here? –Daichi asked, then Kiyoko explained why she bought her to the training.
-Oh so you’re going to help us. How cool!- Said Sugawara with a smile. Everyone seemed excited and finally a small smile appeared on Y/n’s face.
-I’ll try my best, no promises though.
-Oh come on! You were our manager, remember? I know you’re going to be the best supporter. –The third years all agreed making Y/n let out an uneasy smile.
-Oh, okay then.
With that they ran back to training, since Keishin’s frown was getting more apparent.
-You should trust in yourself a little bit more. –He noted.
-I’m sorry?
-You heard me. Here you are all talented and stuff, yet you are unsure of yourself. Don’t be.
-Hmpf, if it was that simple...
-It is! Look, these kids trust you for a reason. I’m sure you’ll manage. They told me about you, that you were in many clubs, that you were class president, best student etc, I don’t know why and how you could do it, but your name is important here, you are someone. So never ever question whether you can do something or not because you can.
-Huh? Thanks...
-Though...don’t overwork yourself. Give what you can and that’s it. Don’t stress yourself.
-Okay?
-You’re scaring me! At least smile or something!- He huffed in annoyance, and with that Y/n chuckled at him.
He remembered M/n’s words, how her daughter tends to work herself to death, how she is stressing over everything. A certain percent of stress is good, it means one cares. But overstressing can cause many harm and Keishin sees it in Y/n. How her movements are unsure, even if she pretends to be self confident. He knows it was her father’s fault, and that kind of scar heals slowly; and he knows, he is more than a hundred percent sure, that this team is not like the previous ones, so if miracles can happen, then Y/n can heal too.
“I care too much” he scolded himself. “She is just a little girl. No, wait, she is not. She is a young woman. Still. Though...a beautiful one. And there’s something in her...Concentrate!!!”
~
The following months were everything but peaceful. The team’s schedule was tight, everything had to be arranged with so much precision, plus Y/n’s studies were difficult too.
-Do you really want to be a lawyer?- Asked Daichi one day.
-I guess?
-Why?
Good question. Because it was expected of her. Because her father would be proud. Because she could earn a lot of money. Because...
-That’s my decision. I enjoy it.
-Oh really?- Asked Keishin with a sarcastic tone. –You don’t seem like the lawyer type.
-Then what do I look like? –She asked with annoyance in her voice.
-Someone who wants to enjoy life but don’t know how to.
-Oh then teach me...old man. –Y/n stared straight to his eyes, almost provokingly.
-I’m gonna teach you many things. –He murmured under his breath, the tension was undeniable now.
Keishin Ukai had a tendency to find himself in situations, where he didn’t want to be; he didn’t even aimed to become a coach, nor the store owner, he was just not sure what to do with his life and somehow people still relied on him, not sure why. And now here is this woman...she is killing him; with voice sweeter than honey, eyes, that are not so dull anymore despite the gigantic pressure, that figure...that bombastic figure that fills her clothes perfectly, how he wished he was the top on her, or the sweatpants... And she is doing something that takes away the smile, the twinkle in her voice... He shouldn’t care. It’s really none of his business.
-What do you want to do?
-Excuse me?
Keishin sighed, it won’t be an easy talk...
-In life.
-To become a lawy...-She was cut off.
-No! What do you enjoy? What do you want to achieve? What is your passion?
-I like...I like many things. –She looked down, almost shyly, it was cute, Keishin has never seen her that vulnerable. He might just opened a new door... –I like taking pictures, seeing the beauty when there’s none to the seeing eyes. I like photography. But... I can’t earn too much money with that. And you  know, it’s just a hobby. – She finally looked up, waiting for a reply, but the man didn’t say anything. – I don’t even know why I told you about this! –She exclaimed, then looked down again. –No one knows about it.
-Well, then thank you for telling me. If an “old man” like myself can give you an advice, I say, you should do it. Study photography. Don’t care about the expectations, forget about what others think. Do what you enjoy. Life is short for always satisfying everyone around you.
-Never thought you were that deep. But thank you. For the advice and for listening. I know I ramble too much.
-Heh, I’m deeper than I look thanks.
She just giggled at that, earning a smile from the blonde. Meanwhile the team was confused as the usually stoic Y/n seemed like she was having the time of her life, and their coach was enjoying himself too. The whole scene was weird as Y/n- despite being popular, kind and polite- was not as lively, and Ukai sensei was also hiding his true feelings, masking them with annoyance or loudness. But now they looked so in sync.
-Think they’re you know...a couple or something? –whispered Hinata.
- Who said you can stop? –Came the awaited yell from the man.
~
A few months later Y/n was convinced she is not made to be a lawyer and quit school; her mother felt relieved after seeing her daughter smiling, giggling, and being cheerful in general. She soon moved out from her mother’s house, who not even protested as love stumbled upon her in the most unexpected time. “I’m still young after all.” M/n exclaimed with a wink, making poor Y/n blush. “Spare me please!” She told her mother, who knowingly smiled in reply. It was hard to not notice how her precious daughter looked at the man, who she babysat so often. “Huh, maybe little Keishin would keep his promise.” She thought as she watched him and Y/n moving her furniture to her new home.
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lodi-writes · 1 year
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Not Yet
Ukai Keishin x Reader Smut Drabble
With each kiss - to your lips, to your jaw, to you neck - the memory of your fight with Keishin washed away. His hands pawed at the plush skin of your waist as he pulled your hips closer against his with need. Every move he made in an attempt to be closer to you was his wordless way of telling you that he never wanted to be apart from you again.
It wasn't even a big fight, maybe more of a spat if anything, but as you felt him slide his fingers inside you for the first time that night, you knew you didn't care. If he felt so compelled to give you an apology, especially of this kind, you certainly weren't going to stop him. He started with two fingers, gently thrusting inside you and curving the tips of them just a smidge so they'd press down on the most sensitive parts of you as he slide them out. His other hand gripped your waist gently, caressing your skin in a way that made you feel more loved than any words could. With each thrust, the palm of his hand brushed against your clit, slowly pulling you closer and closer to the edge. You began to shake slightly, the end in sight, leaning your head back in anticipation. However, his movements came to a stop. As he slowly - painfully slowly - pulled his fingers out, he leaned forward and whispered in your ear, sending a shiver of pleasure down your spine.
"Not yet."
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honeysunai · 2 years
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Nemesis | Keishin Ukai x reader
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Pairing : Keishin Ukai x reader
General rating : 18+, Explicit.
Summary: The new employee of the Yue store across the street from the Sakanoshita market is also the new Assistant coach of Nekoma’s Volleyball team and the nemesis of Karasuno’s coach.
part one || part two || part three || part four
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shinchirosweetheart · 2 years
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He ugly cries the first time he holds his child. Promises of protecting this small life forever spew out of his mouth in torrents of whispers as he coddles your baby. The nurse had to rip the child out of his arms to get the baby cleaned up. He scowled at the nurse, confessing to you later on how he thinks that nurse looks shoddy as hell. You laugh it off as the special glow on your husband's face makes all that labor pain worth it.
Back home with the baby, Ukai Keishin refuses to put the child down. Be it having lunch or going to sleep, or even watching television, the child is cuddled close to his chest.
Your phone gallery is filled with sneakily taken pictures of him snoring on the sofa while your child snores on his chest. Your favorite one though is the one where your child woke up mid-sleep, looked around, crawled up over his face, and fell asleep there. Although he woke up due to the suffocation, the image you captured would forever remain as your wallpaper and lock screen.
The baby is easily a daddy’s lil one. It’s spoilt rotten by Keishin, to the point that your child wants nothing to do with the ground now. It loathes the ground and sends stink-eyed glares at its feeding chair and the walking chair. It wails like a banshee the moment you make it stand, folding its legs like paper and sending poor puppy eyes at Keishin.
This goes on to the point you have to become strict with both, father and child. And when Keishin coaxes it, the baby finally relents and starts crawling around.
He looks at his child proudly, eyes gleaming with a newfound emotion as he watches his kid wreak havoc in the entire living room. He made it. HE made something so perfect. And when he tells you this, you bonk him on the head. You made this. This was solely your project. He just lent you a sperm. Nothing else.
And the moment it takes its first baby step, Keishin is over the moon, replaying the video you took over and over again, sending it to as many people as possible, gloating about it to anyone willing to hear, and being a cringe in general.
As the child grows and starts talking and babbling a lot, Keishin starts having these little arguments with it. He asks the child about its opinion on something, and the child of course answers passionately, giving it all the teeny tiny four teeth it has in its mouth. And he nods at the kid’s ramblings, sometimes playing along and sometimes arguing with it. Either way, you know your kid will grow up with a lot of opinions and stuff to say.
The only time when he isn't with the child is when he is at work or he is smoking. The child, the little devil that he calls it, loves disturbing Keishin during his smoke time. It loves watching its dad’s eyes widen as he sees it crawling into the backyard, shuffling around to press the cigarette to the ashtray, and rapidly flailing his arms to dispel the smoke. He would be damned if his precious little angel inhaled even a speck of tobacco on his watch.
Keishin loves dropping his child at school, taking pride in his child even if it is barely passing any of its classes. He teaches it volleyball from a very young age and is pleasantly surprised when he realizes that his child just might have an inclination for the sport.
He took his child to a volleyball club practice once and the child ditched him for the team. Upset by this, he never again brought the child despite its puppy dog eyes and the boys pleading with him numerous times to bring baby-chan back. Mf didn’t even tell the kids the baby’s name.
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"Oi!" He calls out.
Your headpops out of the kitchen, instinctually thinking it's you he's calling out to.
But a smile creeps up your face when you catch sight of him looking at your baby. The poor thing is trying hard to roll over, kicking it's chubby feet and hands and wiggling like a little worm.
When it succeeds in rolling over, it crawls to Keishin as fast as infantly possible.
"Hey babe!" Keishin greets you when he notices you standing by the door. "Wanna join us? Th match starts in five."
You wipe your palms on the apron, realising since you're almost done with the chores, you might as well join the father-child pair in this session of less game watching and more hooting and screaming at the players. They both always turned into a rowdy duo when the game starts.
So nodding your head, you tell him to go ahead while you get the popcorn. And when you do join them, Keishin pulls you snug beside him, one arm looping around your shoulders while the other holds the baby steady on his lap. The child is too far gone into the bright light of the television to notice your arrival.
But when the baby notices your presence, it quickly wiggles out of its daddy's hold and crawls into your lap, making itself comfortable on you.
"Hmph," Keishin scoffs, "little traitor."
You giggle at his grumpy tone. "Come on, Keishin. You know they love you the most."
He scoffs again, "No. This devil changes sides the moment anyone else is available. I'm just the last resort." He mumbles.
You lean over to press a kiss to his cheek, "Well, the last resort is always the most trusted one."
That makes him smile. He turns to you, pressing his lips to yours for a long second before whispering against your lips, "What about you? Am I your last resort too?"
You roll your eyes, this man was such a praise hoarder. "You are my only resort, Keishin." He grins at you, swooping in for another kiss.
You await his lips with bated breath and closed eyes, but what meets your lips is a sticky palm. Opening your eyes, you find your baby standing on your lap and pressing it's saliva covered palms against both of your lips.
"Nuh~" it commands and both of your eyes widen as you register your child's first proper words.
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motorcycle-boyy · 3 months
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i desperately need keishin comfort please
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takeomisbitch · 1 year
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Day 3- Ukai Keishin with voyeurism
Ukai Keishin x Reader
Summary: Ukai comes home late from practice to you in bed half naked playing with yourself.
Warnings: NSFW, voyerurism, Ukai watching you masturbate, names used (Babe, hot shot, baby, bitch)
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Ukai has been running practice for hours on end every week its to the point that he leaves you high and dry. So to help your case you decided to masturbate, but sadly it takes a lot longer then it does with your husband.
Groaning in frustration, you mimic every movement that Ukai makes on your body. “Fuck I need Keishin” still following all movements, Ukai comes home but you being a bit busy you don’t hear.
“Babe I’m home. Where are you?” Walking in the house and up the stairs mindlessly, Ukai walks to your shared bedroom to the door cracked. Opening the door a bit he sees you sprawled out on the naked with one of you hands in between your legs and another squeezing you nipple.
Mumbling Ukai’s name under your breath, you hear movement behind you from the door. Jolting up from your spot with a small shriek you see Keishin leaning on the door frame, looking at your body like a feral animal. “Having fun without me baby” he gives you a fake pout walking towards you.
“Keishin how long have you been here” giving him a shy smile, he slowly moves your hand from your body to get a better look. “Been home for a couple of minutes, baby you wanna show me what you were just doing.” He moves his hand to your chin rubbing it softly, “why don’t you just help me hotshot.” “I rather watch baby” gesturing for you to lay down Ukai strips from his clothes leaving his boxers on.
Laying down on your back once again Ukai moves to sit on the chair in the corner of the room. Looking up at him, he gives you a nod. You move your hand down your body stopping at your chest to pinch and squeeze you nipple. Moving your other hand down your stomach slowly opening your legs again giving the blonde a full view of your wet cunt.
Rubbing tight slow circles on your clit, you let out small moans looking Ukai in the with each movement. Meanwhile Ukai is trying his best not to pounce on you, in the chair Ukai is rubbing his clothed cock watching all your movements. “Keishin, can you come help me please” giving him the best puppy dog eye you can muster, he give you nod and a smirk as he walks to you.
Stripping from his boxers Ukai rubs his knuckle up and down your slit before pushing the tip of his cock in. Letting out a loud moan “Fuck babe, your like a bitch in heat,” he’s groaning as he pushes the rest of himself in.
He pushes your legs as far as they'll go towards your chest moving his hips at a faster paste, whimpers and moaning pulled from your throat. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass fill the room. His thrust become sloppy by the minute, “Shit baby. Cum with me.” Finishing together with Keishin gripping the shit outta your thighs, you whimper in pain “Kei’ loosen your grip please it hurts” “oh my fault babe”
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suvidrache · 1 year
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Surprising Coah Ukai After Practice
age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.
Word Count: 380 / Read it on AO3 / Wattpad
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The only car was the one Keishin drove, so, unfortunately, that meant you either had to walk or catch a taxi.
The sun had begun to set, the street lamps had come on, and you checked your phone before leaving the house.
No messages, that was normal. Keishin was at practice during this time.
You made your way through the empty street. Cars in the streets nearby could be heard as they drove to their unknown destination.
When you finally made it to the school, the volleyball players had already left, but Keishin was still in the gym.
You ran at him and leaped. He caught you and wrapped his arms around you as you wrapped your legs around him.
"Hey, you ok?" He asked as he tilted his head back to try to get a better look at you. He didn't want to bother or disturb you, but this wasn't something you normally did.
You lifted your head and looked at him, smiling happily.
"Yes, I'm fine. How are you?"
"I'm good, thank you."
You unwrapped your legs from him, and when your feet touched the ground, you unwrapped your arms and he let go of you.
"How was practice?"
"It was good." He said as he walked over to the bleachers and picked up his bag. You followed after him and reached out a hand to him. He intertwined his fingers with yours and together the two of you walked out of the building hand in hand.
"Need a ride?" He asked jokingly.
"No, I think I'll just walk." You teased back as you let go of his hand and got into the passenger side of the car.
He opened up the trunk and put his bag in. He closed it and walked to the driver's side. He got in, buckled up, and started the car.
"Any place you want to eat at?"
"How about sushi?"
He pulled forward and drove to the nearest restaurant. He parked the car, turned it off, got out, and came around to open the door for you.
You stepped out and walked to the door as he closed and locked the car behind you.
He walked faster than you, so he could get to the door and hold it open for you.
© SUVIDRACHE — do not copy, translate, modify, or plagiarize my work. reblogs are appreciated!
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ceo-of-daichi · 2 years
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Yo yo, for our Doodlehead game, can i please request Keishin from Haikyuu with a BIG teddy bear? 🧸
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Headcanon:
❥ You originally bought him the giant stuffed bear when you saw it and it reminded you of him.
❥ He was always scaring off teenagers who came into his shop, for no reason other than his intimidating looks.
❥ But you knew better, he was the biggest teddy bear when it came to you and his close friends.
❥ Also you knew that having an oversized fluffy bear in his front room would probably cause some awkward interactions for your boyfriend.
“Keishin… What is this?” One of his friends asked as he pushed open the door to his living room.
“What is what?” Keishin chuckled as he pushed past him, only to freeze in his tracks when he came face to face with the giant soft bear in the corner of the room.
By the time he got his bearings, his other friends had noticed and started to laugh under their breath, slapping his shoulder playfully.
“Oh she has her hooks in you so deep…” One of them snickered as they shook their head playfully towards him.
“What… that no… that's my little cousin’s, she must have left it when she was around earlier..” He is quick to try and defend himself, but it doesn’t help the fact he trips over his words and a deep blush has now settled over his cheeks, even over the tips of his ears.
“Uhuh..” His friends chuckled to themselves as Keishin rolled his eyes, reminding himself to move that before the next visit
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plooto · 2 years
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actor ! au keishin absolutely loves kissing you…
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“ i really should be getting back… ” you glanced behind you as you tried to walk to the door without turning your back to the man,
“ my friends- they have to be looking for me.. ” you found and pulled on the door handle to his room, it slamming closed just as fast as it opened, his body caging you in,
“ what you do to me is remarkable, ” his left hand trailed up your side before rubbing across your tinted bottom lip.
“ i can’t believe i’m doing this.. ” you rose your hands to his neck and forced yourself into his arms, him pulling you in by your waist and the other hand still resting his hand on the door. he separates, resting his forehead against yours as one of you hand rests on his chest,
“ what do you say me move this to the bed? ” you bit your lip, looking up at him with desire as he grinned back down at you.
“ aaand cut!! ” you two didn’t separate, still looking at each other with lovesick grins,
“ that was amazing you two, we really seen the dynamic between the characters, and the chemistry you two have? extraordinary! ” you finally separated, his hand still lingering on your waist,
“ we’ll continue in the morning, get some rest. good work you two! ” you thanked him, starting to move off
“ hey, ” you paused, turning to him, he looked down at you, leaning down to your eat.
“ how about we go and practice that next scene in my room? ” you gasped, covering your mouth.
“ well, practice makes perfect.. ” you took his hand that was around your waist and you two ran through the studio like the two teenagers you once were.
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imperatorkhaleesi · 10 months
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DO I WANNA KNOW?
Chapter Four: "Maybe I'm too busy bein' yours to fall for someone new"
Keishin Ukai x Reader
✨You and Keishin decide to be assholes to someone who deserves it✨
He’s fucking furious right now, actually. He’s so furious he’s clear-headed. Calm. No one should’ve had the power to do this to you. No one deserved the ability to wound you like this. He’ll do everything he can to make sure it’ll never happen again. That no one else will ever make you cry like this.
And he’ll make sure that this fucker will never get to know that he did this to you.
“Hey,” he murmurs; he cups your face and tips your chin up to meet his gaze. And when your eyes meet again, he knows exactly what needs to be done.
AO3
Chapter Content Deets!(For all fic content tags, please check the full work post here): afab!reader, black woman reader, she/her pronouns, reader is described a little, former Olympian!reader, childhood best friends, high school sweethearts turned exes, no y/n usage, nickname ("Berry" [spoiler: it will be explained later]), name calling (you call each other "asshole", eventual smut, for now kissing, ANGST, but with FLUFF PAYOFF!, light hair pulling, heavy PDA, somnophilia (negotiated and consent off-screen), oral (fem and male receiving), fingering, dirty talk, light brat taming, overstimulation, mild degradation, praise, being mean to your ex (lol)
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It’s not something either of you have ever discussed, but you and Kei have a very distinct core memory of your previous relationship that has come back to you both pretty frequently in the years you’ve spent apart.
It was…three days? before you went official in front of all your classmates, two days after Kei pried a confession out of you and kissed you in his car. Two days, and you’d already had sex 8 times. Your aunt was off on a vacation, and you both had a rare weekend off. You’d woken up that Saturday morning to him pressing kisses to your neck and chest, licking and biting softly against your skin.
“You look good in my hoodie,” he said; his voice muffled as he pushed the fabric off your nipple and wrapped his lips around it, flicking the tip of his tongue against it.
“Good morning to you too,” you moaned, squirming underneath him, the cold metal of his hoodie zipper pressed to your side making you feel hot all of a sudden. “Does that mean I can keep this one too?”
“No,” he huffed, pressing more soft kisses to your chest as he shifted to your other nipple and repeated the motion, the palm of his hand weighing down against your twisting pelvis. “I’ve already lost half my sweats to you.”
“Mean. What are you doing?”
“Making you feel good. You wanna feel good?”
“Yeah,” you replied. Kei grinned up at you.
“If you insist, Berry.” Your ear quirked as you took in that nickname for the millionth time. You’ve known him your entire life, and he’s been calling you that ever since the moment you handed him half a packet of Now&Laters when you were six and he decided the two of you would  be best friends forever, but it never even occurred to you to ask before now—
“Kei?” you sat up as he made a trail of kisses down from your chest to your stomach, and he looked up at you, eyes big and brown and twinkly.
“Mm?”
“Why do you call me Berry?” He smirked.
“You’re just asking now? Really?”
“It just occurred to me now,” you fired back, and he laughed. “Well?”
“Fine,” he pressed another soft kiss to the spot above your belly button and huffed as he sat up a bit. “Before you and your aunt moved into that house the people who lived there first had a little garden in the back where they grew strawberries in the summer. And they were amazing strawberries. Fucking delicious—”
“Nice for them, but what’s that got to do with me?” “Shush,” he snapped, lightly slapping the side of your thigh. “I’m getting there. The whole neighborhood called it the Ichigo house. They moved eventually but we still kept calling it the Ichigo house. And the first day you moved in was around Christmas, you were wearing this bright red sweater and a green bow in your afro puff and my dad said ‘she looks like a cute little brown strawberry’. And he and my mom just kept calling you the little strawberry girl. And it just stuck. Until they met you, that is. But yeah. Berry.”
A smile spread across your face before you could stop it and he grinned in response, leaning down to press another soft kiss to your tummy.
“Okay, I don’t mind it now that I know Uncle Jukito came up with it. That’s sweet.” Kei scoffed as he tugged one side of your underwear down your hip.
“I knew you would.”
“Not my fault your dad is hot and nicer to me than you.”
“For the millionth time,” he sighed in that way that told you he was at his limit. “Please stop calling my dad hot. Especially when we’re about to fuck.” You snorted, but laid back again all the same and his head ducked down to press another soft kiss to your stomach. “Also you didn’t ask but, if you wanna dye your hair back to red, I don’t know anyone who would complain.”
“I thought you hated it!” You barely stifled a moan as he licked across your hip and bit.
“I loved it. I hated having to cock block every asshole in our school trying to get at you. But you’re mine now, and I can fight. So do it. If you want to.”
“Noted,” you whimpered softly; Kei’s fingers skimmed along the edge of your wet slit, and his thumb pressed into your clit, letting out a soft huff of a laugh when you whine, shuddering.
He cherishes that memory, so deeply; one of many that makes the sight in front of him so much more special.
Man…he really missed the sight of this.
The last time he woke up to you laying in his bed was the morning of the day you left for college. He still lived with his parents, and he hadn’t yet told you that he hadn’t applied to Tokyo University. He’d been planning to break the news to you then, but he knew things would be changing, knew that you would be upset. So he’d been up earlier than you’d planned, just to…soak this in. Regardless of how this went, he knew this would probably be the last time he would have this for a while.
You were wearing his jersey, maybe one of his spare away game ones, he couldn’t remember exactly. But this was one of the rare months where the season was over and his granddad convinced you to take time off, so your braids were waist length, cascading along your shoulders from under the silk headscarf you leave when you sleep over.
All he wanted to do was hold you, press kisses all over your face, but he didn’t want to break the illusion. Didn’t want to introduce real life into this before he had to. So he let you sleep, until your alarm went off, and you had to rush out to finish packing, with the promise that he’d meet you at the train station with his own overnight bag that night. Obviously…obviously that hadn’t happened.
But now. Now? Now is even better. For obvious reasons (not in his parents’ house, disposable income, general adulthood meaning real free time, your relationship being better) yes, but also because you look gorgeous lying in the blue of the early morning like this, your skin deep brown and soft. You’re a fucking dream. If he weren’t in love with you already, hadn’t been secretly harboring and nursing his love for you all these years, then this would be the moment he’d be lost to you. So fucking perfect…
“Hey,” he says. He brushes your braids away from your face and runs the tips of his fingers along your jaw, watching the slowly turning moon-to-sunlight play across your skin. “Wake up. We’re gonna be late.”
“No,” you grunt, furrowing your brow. “Don’t wanna. Too early.”
“Okay, fair, it is 4 am,” he replies, chuckling. Your eyes open at that and you stare him down, your face on the verge of what seems like panic.
“4 fucking, wait, what are you still doing in bed, aren’t you supposed to be at the field?!” His hand finds your shoulder and he shoves you back down.
“It’s fine. I’m taking off today, remember? Today? The day? The day we planned out three days ago?” He preempts your impending argument, his eyebrow arching as he looks over to your suitcases in the corner, and you slap a pillow over your face in response. “You need to go get your stuff, Berry. It's been a week.”
“I know,” you groan softly. “I just…I’m not looking forward to this confrontation.” Kei shifts to lay down next to you, hooking his arm around your waist, and shuffles into you until his head is nestled under the pillow with you. He leans against your neck and kisses you softly.
“I’ll be with you the whole time. And it shouldn’t take long, right? Just your clothes and your books, some kitchen stuff, one or two bits of furniture—”
“Nothing’s packed,” you sigh. “My clothes are still in my closet, my books are scattered all over the apartment, I’m sure he’s been using my mugs because he always does—”
“If he was, we’ll wash them when we get back here. And if we leave when you said we should, which would be in…an hour, 45 minutes if we don’t stop for breakfast, he won’t be there.”
“What if he is?” Kei yanks the pillow off your head and tugs your hip, flipping on top of you. He holds your chin and presses a kiss to your mouth; you shiver and reach for him in kind, pulling him down to lay across your body. You’re breathless and still reaching to kiss him more when he leans away from you. He smiles, gently stroking the line of your cheek.
“Then we’ll deal with it, angel. Like we used to. Like we do now.” He sits up, and drags you up behind him. “Besides, I’d love to meet the guy who could never measure up to me. Poor guy never had a chance—”
“Fuck’s sake,” you snort, rolling your eyes. “I shouldn’t’ve told you that, you’ll never fucking let it go now—”
“You are correct, but that’s a future problem for you. Right now, I need you to get dressed so we can get on the road. Because,” he lets out a soft exhale as his eyes trail down from yours, down to your mouth, to your collarbone, lower, darting between each of the marks he left on your bare chest. “If you stay undressed like this for long, I will fuck you again and then the whole day will be shot. We’ll have to wash the sheets for the fourth time in like 5 days.” You roll your eyes as you swing your legs out of bed and stretch your nearly naked body, then turn to look at him over your shoulder with a grin.
“Fine,” you reply, “gimme like…30 minutes. Or 15 and then I’ll suck your dick before we leave. Cool?” Kei’s gaze darkens as he takes you in.
“Berry,” he sighs. “You’re not gonna be able to carry boxes if you let me get started. And honestly I just showered, I cannot fucking fuck you in this room again until we get the AC from your place and put it in here.”
“Fine,” you sigh. “30 minutes it is.” Kei’s watching you, eyes trailing down your body hungry and slow, watching as you collect the clothes he ripped off you the night before, then move over to your suitcase to pick out moving clothes—
“Fuck,” he groans; he slings an arm around your waist and tosses you back into bed. “Fuck. An hour won’t kill us.”
“S’a five hour drive, Kei,” you reply, laughing. “And you’re right…we shouldn’t waste your day off.”
“An hour eating you out is never wasted time,” he says, his eyebrows knitting together. You roll your eyes.
“That’s very romantic, I guess. But Taki and Shima are helping today too, remember? I don’t wanna keep them waiting. Because you know Tak will not fucking wait.”
Kei sighs. Then looks down at you splayed out underneath him, and kisses you softly again, then rolls onto his back, and lets you climb off him, before he smacks your ass, so hard you can feel it jiggle, the pain swooping in seconds later.
“Run. Before I change my mind.”
“Sooooooooo,” you look over to him from the passenger seat of his car. He looks over the edge of his coffee cup at you, eyebrow cocked.
“So? What?”
“We’ve got some catching up to do.”
“A week wasn’t enough catching up time?” He replies, incredulous.
“Obviously not, because we spent all of it fucking.”
“Not all,” he protests. “We went to practice, I went to work, you did some editing—”
“And we had sex after, before, between, and sometimes during all of those things. I’m shocked you can walk. I’m shocked you woke up before I did.”
“What can I say,” Kei’s brow quirks. “That pussy’s better than coffee.”
“Jesus Christ,” you snort. “Can you please take this seriously? We lost 6 years. We have 5 hours to cover as much as we can.”
“One way. There’s still the return drive—”
“Keishin.”
“The full name, Jesus, okay, I’m listening. What d’you wanna know?”
“Good. Thank you. Now. Why the fuck did you dye your hair blonde?” Kei snorts.
“Why’s yours that—?”
“Because you said I looked good,” you reply simply. Kei’s eyebrow shoots up.
“Seriously?” You nod.
“You may have made me mad, but you were right, like you usually are. This is my color. So I changed it and I didn’t look back.” Kei huffs a breath, but doesn’t offer a word, for a few minutes.
“I needed a change,” he says, suddenly. He casts a look over to you, then. “I felt stuck.”
“Was this before or after college?” He shrugs.
“I grew my hair out during college. Dyed it a year or two ago.”
“Oh.” Kei goes silent. The thought that you should say something crosses your mind a split second before he says—
“You broke my heart.” He casts a look to you over his arm, and he sighs, loud and heavy with embarrassment. “Like I said a couple days ago, I’ve been trying to get over you for 6 fucking years and I just…you know, so I dyed my hair.”
“Damn,” you say after a long, awkward stretch of silence. “I really got you turnt out, huh.”
“You are so fucking annoying,” he laughs. You smile back at him, reaching to him to lightly yank a lock of his hair, carding the soft, thick section through your fingers.
“You like it though,” you reply, smiling.
“Yeah, I do, unfortunately,” he replies; he reaches for your outstretched hand, then tugs it out of his hair and kisses it, softly, across your knuckles, a smile spreading across his face. “So, from the top. College. Discuss.”
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The light is different. Maybe because you haven’t been there in days after you spent almost all day everyday there for a year. But it could just be that Jacob changed the fucking light fixtures in the living room. Could be because he also made the living room more crowded by packing up all your shit and shoving it into the corner closest to the door. You peek over the edge of a box and catch sight of your wok underneath a bunch of haphazardly-wrapped mugs and wineglasses, then look to see your books packed into a box stacked next to it. You narrow your eyes. It was nice. Uncharacteristically nice. He must’ve done something; he didn’t seem crazy pissed about the jacket but maybe you missed something—
“Shame,” you look up at the sound of Takinoue’s voice to see him and Kei dragging wardrobe boxes in from the foyer to look around the living room. Takinoue runs a hand through his short blonde hair and huffs out a sigh as he meets your gaze.
“What?”
“Shame that the guy on the lease sucks,” he spots the AC in the window and starts toward it, tugging a screwdriver out of his jacket pocket. “It’s a nice apartment.”
“Tak,” you huff. He shrugs.
“What? It’s true.”
“So,” Kei casts a look around the room, then stares at the stack of boxes next to you. “S’that all your stuff?”
“Uh,” you reply, then cast a look over the stacks of boxes, then a cursory look around the living room. Fuck…you knew you didn’t have a lot of stuff here, but seeing it put into this context is really bringing it all together for you. You should’ve known this wasn’t going to last. How could it when Jacob wouldn’t even make space for you? When you’d spent most of your relationship calling the space you both lived in ‘his apartment’? “Most of it, I think? Kitchen seems to be accounted for. My side of the closet isn’t here, though side is saying a lot, most of my clothes are actually still in packing boxes.”
“Jeez,” Takinoue replies. “You weren’t kidding. Where’s the rest of your shit? Did you even have shit?”
“Eh,” you reply. “I moved in with him. He already had his stuff here, so I left most of my things at my aunt’s place and just brought my clothes and shit. It just made the most sense at the time.”
“Mm, well,” Kei comes forward and wraps his arms around you, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “We’ll drive down to hers and get your stuff in a couple weeks. That is…if you still wanna move back.”
“Yeah,” you reply. “I think she’ll be glad to have her garage back.”
He smiles, kisses you even harder, then groans, pulling away from you when you sink your hand into his hair.
“I’m gonna vomit in my fucking hands,” Takinoue says, loudly. Kei rolls his eyes, but smiles down at you.
“We’ll get that window AC out and start loading these. You pack up your closet. Hop to.”
“Yes coach,” you reply. Kei grins, nudging you toward the hall after giving your ass a good swat. Takinoue mimes vomiting and you snort.
“We gotta hustle anyway,” you say. “I don’t want Makoto to have to hang out down there with the truck for too long.”
“Shouldn’t be longer than a few hours, if you pack with intention,” Kei replies.
“Yes coach,” you yell back from the hall, and you let out a loud laugh when he barks. He likes that nickname a little too much, you muse as you drag the wardrobe boxes behind you on your way down the hall to the bedroom. You should try it out more often.
Your suspicions get sharper when you come into the bedroom and you see a stack of collapsed boxes wedged between the bed frame and the wall next to the door. You didn’t order these; you pull out your phone to check the text thread between the two of you, and you affirm that you haven’t received a message from him in the past week. He bought you a bunch of moving boxes, packed up most of your shit, and didn’t tell you.
Most of…
Your eyes whip over to the dresser, to see a large box sitting next to it, your t-shirts and sweats peeking from the top. You rifle through it for a moment, spotting a few of your old jerseys, and…fuck.
It’s not there.
Anxiety climbs high in your body as you whip the closet door open, then feverishly take stock of the stuff hanging there. Then look over your old moving boxes stacked on the top shelf. As far as you can tell, everything in there is where you left it. You don’t remember the last time you saw it, but maybe you hung it up after digging it out of that box in the corner?
So much for moving into a bigger place together, you muse, smiling grimly as you find the divide between his clothes and yours. Sakanoshita’s apartment has more closet space, so you’ll at least be able to hang all your things instead of shoving them in storage.
You begin pulling the boxes down from the shelf and stacking them in the hall, and once that’s done, you start taking the hanging clothes out and placing them into the wardrobe boxes. It’ll turn up. It has to.
~*~*~
A couple hours later, Kei knocks on the bedroom door, and you look up from the dresser, your face a mask of mild distress.
“Hey,” his brow furrows as he takes you in. “What’s up? I thought you were done in there?”
“Me too, but,” you go back to the drawer you’re rifling through. “There’s something missing. I’ve gone through this whole fucking room and I can’t find it.” Kei comes into the room and kneels next to you on the floor.
“Well, those boxes from your closet were pretty full—”
“It’s not in those, I’m sure of it,” you shove that drawer closed and pull open the next one; based on how messy the stacks are, he can tell you’ve gone through it already. “I pulled it out of one of the boxes a month ago.”
“Maybe I can help. What is it, what’s it look…” he catches a stressed look in your eye before you look up at him and meet his gaze; he’s not even sure you heard him.
“Shit,” you say. “We’re behind aren’t we, what time is it?”
“Don’t worry,” he says. “Tak and I got the coffee table and the armchair down, and I finished packing the bathroom a while ago. We got the lamp you asked for too, and the bookcase.”
“How the fuck did you pack up the bathroom without me?”
“Your scent preferences haven’t changed in six years,” he replies, winking. “I know what you like, Berry. Plus, there’s fuckin’ Axe in there. I just took all the expensive-looking stuff that had shea in the ingredients list, because I know Jacob’s not using that shit.” You roll your eyes, but Kei catches the curl of your mouth before worry creases your forehead again.
“Thank you, but…” you let out a sigh, then cast another look around the room. “Fuck, I can’t believe I lost it.”
“Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s in one of those boxes, okay? We’ll look for it when we start unpacking.” He pulls you to your feet, and kisses your forehead. “Come on. Takinoue and Makoto are already driving your stuff back. Let’s double check the other rooms and maybe we’ll find whatever it is?”
“Okay,” you sigh. You follow him into the living room, and as you cast a look around it, your gaze lingering on the conspicuously open spot where your armchair used to sit, he hooks his arm around you and kisses your temple.
“It’s okay if you’re sad to be leaving,” he says. “I understand.” You look up at him then, your eyes a bit shiny.
“I just feel…all I can think about is how I wasted time here, with him.”
“Hey,” Kei tweaks your chin and nudges it up until you meet his brown eyes with your own. “If this hadn’t fallen apart, we probably wouldn’t be here together. I’m grateful. Even if I fucking hate him.” You snort.
“Well, when you put it like that…” Kei squeezes your shoulder and turns you to face the bookshelves.
“Yeah,” he says. “Double check in here. I’ll go fix those drawers.”
“Yeah, nah,” you say. “I think we’re good. I was dividing up my stuff in here for a couple weeks and he cleared out the side I set up. I already got the books I loaned him packed with my clothes.” You pull him along with you to the hall and push him toward the door, then turn into the kitchen. “I’m just gonna double check in here, it looks like he packed all my stuff but I just want to be—”
You stop cold. Mid-sentence. You actually freeze in place so thoroughly Kei’s almost convinced you’ve become a statue.
“Oh my God,” you whisper. “What the fuck?”
“What?” Kei says, instantly on alert, “what’s wrong?”
You start creeping toward the sink. “You and Tak didn't come in here at all, did you?”
“No, you said…” Kei’s voice falters in his throat as you reach in and pull out a charred black and sopping wet clump of orange. He catches the very top of a faded black “U” and lowercase “K” etched into the fabric before the realization hits him. You turn to look at him.
“Fucking asshole,” you say, and your eyes well up. “He burnt it.”
It’s not even the hoodie that throws him off. He doesn’t really care that a hoodie you stole from him 10 years ago was ruined; he has plenty, he can give you the one he’s wearing right now off his back and he honestly wouldn’t miss it.
No. It’s the face you’re making, the pain in your voice when you saw it burnt, shredded, and sopping wet in the kitchen sink. Utterly heartbroken. He knows how much you loved that hoodie; you stole it from him after one practice and went to great lengths to keep it away from him until he gave up and gifted it to you. He’d even started spraying his cologne on it occasionally.
Kei’s sure your ex torched it purely because it had his name on the back. His eyes land on the clock above the stove. Nearly 6. If your guess was right, he should be coming back soon…
“No fucking wonder he packed up my shit for me,” you whisper. “He ruined it. Left it somewhere I could see it. Knew he wouldn’t do something so nice without twisting the fucking knife.”
“Hey,” Kei says, softly. You turn away from the sink, the faded orange scrap of fabric in your hands, and fuck, truly the saddest look he’s ever seen etched into your expression. He’s gonna have to call his mom and see if she still has his old uniforms and sweats; he really can’t bear to see you so hurt and sad. “C’mere.”
“What, Kei,” you sigh. He shrugs, then lets a soft smile spread across his face. Despite your devastation, your eyebrow cocks in suspicion.
“It’s gonna be okay, I promise. I have plenty of hoodies for you to steal now.”
You don’t even hesitate. “I want this one though. This one is special. It’s why he fucking destroyed it.”
“I promise, I can find you another one. I’ll just ask m—”
“No,” you say, your voice suddenly sharp and on the edge of hysterics. Kei’s eyebrows shoot up as you try to quell the sudden tears in the corners of your eyes. Your voice cracks as you try to explain, “this one is special. I was…I’d been having feelings for you for a long time, and I was scared to tell you, and this was like, your first Karasuno hoodie. It had your fucking starter number on it and everything. You were really proud, and you wore it all the time until your number changed and I told myself that like…” you trail off. But Kei doesn’t let you off that easily; how can he? He reaches forward, tilts your chin up until your sad, beautiful eyes meet his.
“Go on,” he says softly. You bite your bottom lip, in that way you do when you’re trying not to cry, and he’s patient as you get your breath back under you.
“Fuck, it’s stupid, it’s so fucking stupid—”
“It means something to you, so it isn’t. Tell me.”
“I told myself that…if I could get you to give it to me, then it meant that, maybe you felt the same way, that I had a chance. And you let me borrow it after practice once, and then when I got home that night you let me keep it, and then…we were together like 3 weeks later. I know it’s stupid, I know it’s not why, but…it’s lucky, Kei. It kept you in my life. And now it’s ruined forever.” Kei’s chest gets tight as you begin to cry, and he pulls you into his arms, shushing you. 
“It’s okay,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’d rather have you than my old sweatshirt. We don’t need it anymore anyway. You’re not running away from me ever again.” Your arms tighten around him, and he hugs you to him closer. The tightness in his chest distills, settles into something that he can make sense of, and it hits him. He’s…angry.
He thought he was familiar with his anger. He thought he met every level and facet and color of it. He thought, once he confronted himself about leaving you at the train station, once he processed his own sorrow at you ghosting him, once he understood his own frustration with wanting his granddad’s approval, once he made friends with the discomfort of his parents’ mortality, that he had met every version of anger he could feel. But this is different. This is…rage. Something close to that competitive fury he felt when he played volleyball, but much higher. Far more elevated. What he felt when he saw the way Matsui Shinji looked at you, but worse. When Kei realized for the first time that other people could see what he saw in you. And he would move heaven and earth to make sure they knew you were his.
He’s fucking furious right now, actually. He’s so furious he’s clear-headed. Calm. No one should’ve had the power to do this to you. No one deserved the ability to wound you like this. He’ll do everything he can to make sure it’ll never happen again. That no one else will ever make you cry like this.
And he’ll make sure that this fucker will never get to know that he did this to you.
“Hey,” he murmurs; he cups your face and tips your chin up to meet his gaze. And when your eyes meet again, he knows exactly what needs to be done.
His mouth presses against yours, and you gasp, sinking into the insistent warmth of his arms around you. Your lips part, and he can taste you; the tangy salt of your tears, the smooth nuttiness of the coffee you drank on the drive here. His tongue slips past your lips, and you whimper, gently, arching your back to get closer to him, and he grins against your mouth. That’s his girl…you’ll certainly feel your feelings, but you’ll never let them get in the way of a fuck. And that’s exactly what you both need right now.
A good ol’ fashioned “you’re mine now” fuck.
And what better place to do it than in your ex’s bed?
As if you read his mind, you break away from his lips, gasping as his mouth trails along your jaw, down your throat—“Kei, no, we can’t do this here, it’s too risky—”
“Who’s gonna stop us,” he breathes. His hand snakes down your body, slips into the front of your sweats, and you arch more against him, gasping as his fingertips press against your clit. “You’re already doing pretty bad if you’re planning to.”
“Kei,” you whimper. His arm curls tighter around you and his mouth presses tighter to yours, feeling you shudder against him as his fingertips probe deeper into you, plunging slow into the warm, suddenly gushy depths of you. Your eyelids flutter as you melt into him, but he knows you can see the grin that spreads across his face.
“Yes, baby?” He whispers, softly. “You need something from me?”
“More,” you reply; your fingers dig into his shoulders, and when he curls his, the heel of his hand digging into your clit, you squeeze around him, a little spasm that makes you breathless and makes his dick hard, immediately.
And that’s that, you’re done protesting; you’re pushing your sweats off and he’s winding your legs around his waist, pulling you higher and closer to his body, and you’re tugging his jeans open, but he’s moving quick,  navigating down the hall you both just traversed, shoving the bedroom door wide open and dropping you on the bed, folding over and weighing you down, his fingers slipping back into you in a flash.
He has a plan here; his dick’s so hard he might come just kissing you, but it can’t be about him right now, not if he wants maximum damage. 
You’re so easy for him, and he’s never been more thankful for it than he is right now; you come so easily for him, riding his fingers, moaning softly against his lips. He just…needs a little taste of you…he shouldn’t if he wants to get the timing right, but…he can’t deny how much he wants it—
Your thighs squeeze around his head, but he’s quick with it, pressing his palms to the insides of your knees, and shoving them open, holding them down, not skipping a beat as his tongue laves across your clit, alternating between soft kisses and strong, wet licks.
Turns out he doesn’t need to rush; your estimation was a bit off. He’s not even mad, quite the contrary. He could spend days between your thighs,  drawing out every letter, every character he knows, committing every little sound you make to memory, creating new combinations to test out for the future.
Fuck, you’re hot. You always have been, always been so desperately sexy to him, in a way that made him want to bend you over and shove his face between your cheeks at every opportunity. He was a menace, he knew that; after you first started dating he’d probably spent more time making out with your pussy than you, but he couldn’t help it. If you could understand just how good you taste, how perfect you feel around his dick—
He chokes back a snarl when he finally finally breaks you open on his cock, pulling handfuls of your ass toward him as he sinks into you, much faster than he should, watching the line of your spine curl. A tight vice, so tight he’s a little worried, like always, that those are actually cries of pain, that this is finally the time your snug sheath of a pussy won’t be able to take him.
But like always, you roll your hips back, then in slow circles, adjusting to the weight and feel of him in you. ‘The prettiest cunt’, he sighs, softly, soft shades of brown fading into gorgeous pink, split wide open around his dick, pulsing, squeezing, hot and so fucking ready for him.
“What a fucking idiot,” he breathes, rolling his hips into you. You let out a muffled whimper and twist, but he just grips the dip in your thighs and repeats the motion. “Fucking idiot to give up this pussy.” You gasp and he speeds up, just a little— “Lucky enough to get a piece and wasted it. That’s okay. It’s all mine now. Back where it belongs. So I can fuck it just right. Tight and wet and fucking mine, baby, right? Right?”
“Yeah,” you moan, and Kei grins, pleased, wide and breathless. “All yours, Kei. Fuck. Just yours.”
“Who the fuck do you think you are, giving my pussy away to him?” He lays a sharp slap across your ass and curses when you squeeze around him on the impact. Fuck. “Huh? Are you stupid?”
“M’sorry, m’so sorry—”
“You better fucking be.”
Kei hears a series of creaks from the hall, subtle, but very much noticeable and smirks, doubling his efforts. He almost feels bad; he can imagine how awful it would be, coming into his apartment, expecting to be alone, and hearing…this. Hearing whimpers that he thought he’d never hear again, maybe ones you’d never done for him. Hearing you moan Kei’s name, begging him to make you come again, telling him that no one’s fucked you as good as he can. That your pussy was made for him.
It’s gotta be worse, seeing it. Coming around the corner, to look into his bedroom and seeing you, his way-out-of-his-league ex, bent over, hair a mess, tits spilling out of your bra, shirt hanging from one shoulder, sobbing into his bedspread, while your-former-ex-now-current-boyfriend he could never compete with mercilessly fucks you from behind. Humiliating, to hear you cry like this. To hear how wet your pussy is, with so little effort. To listen to you say how weak his dick was, how Kei’s dick fills you up so perfectly—
Kei almost feels bad.
Almost.
And when Kei reaches forward, grabs a handful of your hair, and yanks you up so you can see Jacob, so Jacob can see you fall apart on Kei’s dick, so he can listen to you whine at full volume, so you get to look him in the eye and say “no one will ever fuck me as good as you do, Kei”—
Well. He knows it’s cruel. But you let him do it. You don’t hesitate when Kei tells you to speak. You could tell him to stop, and he would. But you don’t. You don’t turn away. In fact, when Kei reaches down and presses his fingers to your clit, you counter, arching your back, bouncing down harder on his dick, digging your fingers into his hips for leverage.
Kei can see your ex going through all the stages of grief. He wants to laugh at him. But he thinks watching you come and squirt on his dick, letting out a raw, loud, gorgeous moan is enough. Kei’s not done though; he’s gotta twist the knife. He squeezes your post-orgasmic fucked-out face, and presses a soft kiss to your cheekbone, a sinister grin spreading across his lips.
“Take a photo if you want,” he pants, slapping the side of your thigh for good measure. “It’s the last time you’ll ever see her come. If you ever did.”
And he stops caring about the presentation at that point. He folds you back over, and he starts hammering into you, fucking you with wild abandon, filthy and wet until he comes with a satisfied moan, thrusting shallowly against you as the mixture of your come spills out of you, drips down your thighs to the rumpled bedspread.
It doesn’t matter to either of you whether your ex is still standing there at this point. But he’s gone when you finish. Just as well; he’d probably be even more devastated if he heard you having a second round in the shower. But after that, you finish packing up the last bits of your stuff and load it into Kei’s car with no further issues (or any other burned items).
Kei clears his throat on the drive home and you look at him from behind the wheel, your grip relaxed as you shift gears.
“Good?” You stare at him a little too long, then roll your eyes, smiling softly.
“You’re an asshole,” you reply.
“Takes one to know one,” Kei smirks as he takes your free hand, then presses a soft kiss across your knuckles.
Yeah. He can get used to the stairs.
He’s not budging on two AC units though. He loves you, but not enough to wake up drenched in sweat every morning.
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Here it is! Ch. 1 of my Ukai fic!
Keishin Ukai x Seijoh assistant coach f!reader
Reader is related to someone but I won't say who... you gotta read to find out 🤭. Also, bathrooms are not a good place for Hinata or...... reader.
Word count: ~2.1k
This chapter is SFW but upcoming chapters will not be so I would still prefer if minors and ageless blogs do not interact!
"Congratulations! And Welcome to Aoba Josai High School!" The principal or better known as your new employer, welcomed you. You had accepted a new job back home in Japan after living in the states for a few years after college.
You were so excited to be able to teach English and meet all your new first year students!
"Miss L/N? Did you hear me?"
"Oh! I'm so sorry! I'm just really happy to be here! I loved going to Aoba Josai when I was in High School so I'm pretty excited to also work here!"
"Of course! We love when our teachers are excited! As I was saying, we like to have our teachers volunteer to help with extracurricular activities. Did you have anything in mind?"
"I'm not sure. What do you have available?"
"Well we have our band director that needs an assistant, the art teacher has some competitions coming up, and our boy's volleyball team is looking for an assistant coach. Would you be interested in any of these?"
"Yes! I love Volleyball! I played for Seijoh when I went to school here and we went to Nationals, I would love to help the boys make it there also."
"Great!" The principal nervously laughs. "We'll see you next week!"
You arrive at home, currently your aunt’s home, excited to start your new job.
"Auntie!! I got the job! I start next week!"
"Y/N, I'm so proud of you! I knew you would get the job. Have you told him yet though?" Your aunt asks.
"Nope! I also am going to be helping out the boys volleyball club so I will definitely be seeing him more! He's gonna be so surprised!" You mention, thinking of your cousin, who currently plays for the Seijoh boy’s volleyball team.
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Your first day arrives and classes were exhausting to say the least. Some of the male students definitely noticed how attractive you are and felt the need to spend most of the class time discussing it. You did have to scold two students in your third class of the day. They would just not stop talking! Some tired looking kid and his onioned headed looking friend
After school has officially ended, You finally make it to the gym where the boy's volleyball team practices.
While introducing yourself to coach Nobuteru Irihata, you hear your name called.
"Y/N?!"
"Iwaaaaaa!!! How's my second favorite person in the world doing?"
"What are you doing here? Wait. When did you get back to Japan and does-"
"Iwa-chan! I asked you to get warm ups started before I get here. What happened?" Oikawa yells as he’s sprinting toward Iwazumi.
"Uhh, Oikawa..." Iwa starts.
"Iwa-chan, what's-" Oikawa finally turns and looks towards you.
"Y/N?!? WHY ARE YOU HERE?!" Oikawa shouted as his eyes practically bulged out his head.
"It's my favorite person in the entire world! Toru!!!" You sing.
"Oikawa's her favorite person? Is she insane?" Yahaba whispers to Watari.
"Wait. Who is she?" Watari questions.
"Everyone! Come here!" Coach finally decides to get practice on track. "I want you all to meet our new assistant coach, Y/N L/N. She is an Aoba Johsai alum and has started teaching first year English here."
“Hey, that’s our hot new English teacher.” Kindaichi whispers to Kunimi
"Coach L/N?" Yahaba starts ignoring Kindaichi’s whispering.
"Please, call me Coach Y/N."
"Oh well, coach Y/N, how do you know Oikawa?" Yahaba questions.
"What?! You mean my favorite cousin has never mentioned me? I taught you everything you know about volleyball and this is how you repay me?" You say, feigning sadness.
Oikawa just rolls his eyes as he gets ready to start practice.
“Volleyball runs through all Oikawa's blood.” Oikawa mutters, side-eyeing you.
Practice officially begins and you sit on the bench near the coach discussing your ideas to help the boys reach nationals.
“So I’ll use practice today to get an idea of each boy’s play style” You let coach know.
"That works, I heard you went to Nationals when you went to Seijoh. Let's hope we can get our boys there too. Just to let you know, we have a practice game against Karasuno coming up. I heard a promising setter decided to go there instead of Aoba Josai so we requested that he be the setter for the practice game ." Coach lets you know.
You spend the first practice watching how all the boys run through practice smoothly with Oikawa as their captain. You also notice the respect that the team has for Iwaizumi as well as how incredibly in tandem Iwa and Toru work together. However, you couldn’t help but notice the two first years from your English class seemed to be a bit distracted.
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The practice game arrives faster than you could imagine.
At first glance, Karasuno seems a little disorganized and you notice there is no official coach to give them direction. The team seems to be relying on their captain for everything.
The first set went smoothly for Seijoh. Karasuno seems to not know how to work as a team and you easily take the first set. The only surprise were the two first years who have an incredibly fast quick attack, some ginger haired kid and his sour moody friend.
"Hey, so is this team well known or something?" You ask coach, not remembering Karasuno when you were in school and wondering why coach chose them to practice with.
"They used to be really good and even went to Nationals a few years ago, but seem to have lost their stride since their coach retired." Coach explains
"Ahhh. Well this seems to be an easy practice match. I think we got this." You say, with the utmost confidence.
Man. Were you wrong.
Karasuno takes the 2nd and 3rd sets, resulting in a loss for Seijoh.
Coach reassures the team that it was just beginner's luck and that Karasuno couldn't beat them again if it came to it.
You notice however, that Toru seems dissatisfied with Coach's reasoning for their loss.
You decide to try to cheer Toru up, "Hey, Toru, you wanna go to dinner?"
"Leave me alone." Oikawa mutters. You’re confused, he’s never acted this way towards you before.
"Listen. It was just a practice game. You're a great captain and setter, you'll beat them next time, there's n-"
"Shut up! Shut up! This is all your fault! You come to Seijoh, decide to force yourself into my life, distract my teammates, and you never even asked how I would feel! You only thought about yourself!" Oikawa yells.
"Toru, I... I didn't know. I just thought you would be happy, we were always so close when you were younger, I didn't think it would affect you this much. I'm really sorry." You try to apologize to Oikawa.
"I don't care. I hate you. You're not helping the team, just cause you went to Nationals, doesn't mean you know what you're doing. You never should have come back!" Oikawa shouts before walking away from you.
You were devastated. You always had a close relationship with Toru because you both loved volleyball so much. You never considered that Toru wouldn't be happy to see you or would be this distressed by your return.
Toru walks away from you and you decide not to follow. You also didn't want to go home since you were staying with Toru as well. If you went home now, it may just result in him being more enraged than he initially seemed. As you contemplate whether or not to go home, you find yourself walking around town. Pretty soon, you arrived at a bar. ‘Maybe a drink will help clear my head’, you think.
That was 6 drinks ago.
You're wallowing in self pity and reconsidering your move back home when someone sits next to you.
"Hey! What's got you down? We're drinking, you should be happy!" She exclaims.
"Oh, sorry. Just had one of those days. Please, don't let my sour mood bother you." You tell her.
"Nonsense! You can't be sad in a bar! Name's Saeko and my mission is to make you happy!" Sakeo lets you know.
"Oh, no. You don't have to worry about me, enjoy your night." You try to reason with her.
"Nope! Here! Drink this! What’s got you down" Saeko hands you a glass with bitter brown liquid in it.
The night goes on and you vent to Saeko about what happened with Toru. She completely understands and tells you how she has an annoying little brother that has made her drink more than her fair share. You continue to drink with Saeko until she leaves with some guy.
“Alone again.” You whisper to yourself.
“Not completely alone, mind if I sit here?” asks a man, who was incredibly attractive.
“Oh, uh sure.” you figure you can continue your drinking and ignoring your problems.
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The next morning you wake up with a pounding headache and the sun burning your retinas. You groan as you slowly sit up and realize you aren’t in your bed.
“What the…'' you wonder aloud.
“Morning, sleepy head.”
You turn, mortified to find the attractive man from the bar last night. You mentally (and physically) facepalm.
“Hey uhhh… “ you begin.
“Don’t worry, nothing happened. I mean you did try to kiss me a few times and to be honest, I should get some kind of award for being able to say no to you.” he laughs.
“Oh my god. I don’t even know how to tell you how sorry I am. I was definitely drunk and I get affectionate when I’m drunk. I hope that was all?” Your curiosity gets the better of you, hoping nothing else happened.
“Mostly. You refused to tell me where you lived because you kept mentioning that you didn’t want to go home. So I had no choice but to bring you here.” He explains.
“Again, apologies. This was not how I intended the night to…. Wait. Shit. What time is it?” You soon realize that you have to be at work and you’re late! You grab all your stuff and book it, yelling a quick thank you behind you.
You luckily made it to work before anyone noticed that you were late. Later, in class you overhear Kunimi and Kindaichi (you’ve finally learned their names) discuss how the next thing the volleyball team needs to practice for is for the interhigh preliminaries. You decide that whether Toru wants you there or not, you’ll still try your hardest to get Seijoh to Nationals.
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Seijoh spent the next couple of weeks practicing as hard as possible since they were registered as team 1 and seated in block A. It was important that Seijoh wins so they could solidify their spot to Nationals.
Since Seijoh was exempt from the first round of matches, the first day was spent watching your potential upcoming opponents. Coach definitely wanted to see Karasuno since he was interested in the two surprising first years. You notice Toru antagonizing the first years when Coach Irihata mentions that Karasuno seems to have gotten a new coach. Karasuno’s coach is facing away from you at first so you think nothing of it.
Karasuno defeats Tokonami and moves on to challenge Date Tech in the next round. Seijoh surprises no one and defeats Oomisaki High. Karasuno on the other hand, surprises everyone and defeats Date Tech, meaning that they’ll face Seijoh in the semi-finals. It’s now that you finally start paying more attention and realize Karasuno’s coach looks incredibly familiar.
The time arrives for Seijoh and Karasuno to battle it out. You are walking with Coach and talking to Iwazumi when you finally catch a better glimpse of Karasuno’s Coach. He looks so familiar and you can’t place where you’ve seen him before, you haven’t been back long enough for…
Oh no.
No no no no no no no. NO. It can’t be.
“Shit.”
“You okay Coach Y/N?” Iwa looks confused.
“Oh, I’m fine. Just gonna run to the bathroom.” You hastily shout while running to the women’s bathroom.
‘This can’t be happening. He’s here?! AND the coach for Karasuno? The guy who took you home from the bar that night? This is so embarrassing.’ you think to yourself. How are you gonna get through this match?
After a few minutes of muttering to yourself about how this could only happen to you, you then finally work up the courage to just face the music.
It can’t be that bad, right? I mean he just helped you when you were drunk.. And you tried to kiss him. Oh. Holy fuck, this is going to be awful. So fucking awful.
You quickly exit the bathroom and run face first…. into the last person you wanted to see.
“Oh, excuse… Hey! It’s you! You left so quickly that morning, I never got your name. Mine’s Ukai. Keishin Ukai. Wait, is that an Aoba Josai outfit?” He looks at what you’re wearing.
You try to respond but can't seen to find your voice. You cringe internally, how are you ever gonna live this down now.
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