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ukai loves to spoil you. but not in a "buys you whatever you want" and "lavishes you with expensive gifts way." ukai spoils you in a softer way.

he saves the last slice of cheesecake in the fridge for you, telling you that he's not a big fan of cheesecake because he thinks it's too rich even though you know for a fact it's his favorite dessert. after all, for his birthday, he always wants a cheesecake from his favorite bakery instead of a proper cake.

whenever you disagree over what to watch, he's always caves first and goes along with your choice. he'll grumble about it as you're navigating through your apps to find whatever he's agreed to, but he always makes a good faith effort to at least appear interested.

he always tries to get to chores around the house before you can. he knows how much you hate having to fold laundry so he's already putting things in drawers before you can even check and see if the clothes are dry. the trash is always emptied before you have the chance to wonder if it's time to take it out. even when your hands are elbow-deep in soapy water at the kitchen sink, he'll nudge you aside with his hip, wordlessly letting you know that he'll finish up for you.

although he prefers sleeping on his stomach, he often falls asleep on his side so that you can sleep how you like, curled up closely into his chest. one night, on the verge of falling asleep, you apologized to him, saying you knew that he didn't like sleeping on his side, but he just held you closer and said that sleeping on your stomach is actually bad for your spine.

and when he's at home between your thighs, grinding against you, grinding into you, as you whine into his neck, begging him for more, he never even thinks of denying you. he just groans low and asks, "what do you want, baby?" right into your ear through heavy pants. and as soon as you've answered his question, "your fingers. your mouth. you." he gives you exactly what you want.

i love the idea of an obliviously op reader. like a reader who is just as (if not more) powerful than those at the top of the food chain, and yet has no idea about it.

you casually bump into gojo satoru on the street and- what the fuck? you passed through his infinity? huh?

while he’s stood there having a bit of a crisis you’re on your merry way to buy some snacks for yourself.

i’m specifically thinking about a reader like this in shibuya.

passing by mahito only to point and grin at him, “cool cosplay! i don’t recognise the character, but you look great!”

he giggles, placing a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to disfigure you, to turn you into some misshapen monster that’ll join the ranks of the others-

you blink at him, tilting your head a little, only to then place your hand on his shoulder too. you stare at each other for a moment.

“that was weird. see ya!” and then you leave him there oh-so-casually.

sukuna is in disbelief when he sees you- his domain should’ve wiped out everyone in the area? who the fuck are you?

and you just stroll up to him cheerfully, “man, i love your tats! where did you get them? i’m considering getting some, but-“

he lifts his palm, you should immediately burst into flames-

“high-five!”

and then you leave him to just stand there in confusion, continuing on your way.

it’s the fact that you cannot perceive the danger you are in that makes the world around you all the less dangerous.

SIT IN MY LAP - SATORU GOJO

✴︎ summary: you and satoru take your daughter to see santa at the mall, and satoru proves that he's just as much of a match for his daughter, as he is for you. ✴︎ contents: fluff, domesticity, satoru being a cute girl dad, crack, innuendo, daughter's name is satomi, implication of pregnancy, wc -> 1,350, art by @/deltapork

Satoru Gojo was blessed in almost every single way — from his cursed technique to his looks, but the thing he was not blessed with was patience. 

“We have to wait how long?” Your husband grumbles as you two wait in seemingly a line longer than the Nile itself all to take for your precious daughter to take a picture on Santa’s lap. 

“I don’t know how long, Toru, it’s probably going to be 45 minutes at least,” and you swear he pouts more then your three year old does, “Santa is very busy this time of year, isn’t he, baby?” You ask your sweet daughter and Satomi only grins up the two of you, after she insisted on standing on her own. 

“Very busy,” she repeats, and Satoru softens for a moment before he sees the long wait still ahead even as the three of you round another corner of Santa’s miniature workshop they had built in the middle of the mall, “Daddy gotta wait with us!”

“Why can’t Daddy go to the car and take a nap instead?” He grumbles, and you roll your eyes. 

“Because daddy has to be in the picture with Santa, otherwise you’ll end up on the naughty list,” and his lips curl, “and not the good kind of naughty list,” you add in a whisper. 

“Daddy has already been naughty!” Your daughter exclaims as Satoru stares down at her dumbstruck. 

“What?” 

“You ate my pancakes this morning,” she huffs, and you stifle a laugh at Satoru’s indignant expression 

“I took one bite—“ but her glower said she did not care, “only three years old and already turning on me,” he mutters, “who carried her this entire time around the mall when she didn’t wanna walk? Doesn’t that earn me some points?” 

“Well I think you’ve been a good boy, aside from the impatience,” and he’s sporting a glower similar to your daughter now, as you giggle between the two of them, “how about this? We’ll all have a treat when we go home if the two of you behave,” and you lean to whisper in Satoru’s ear, “and if you’re a really good boy, maybe I’ll sit in your lap tonight,” 

And he perks up at your words, eyes raking over you, “And are you going to tell me what you want for Christmas?” 

You kiss his cheek, warmth blooming where your lips touched, “I think you know,” 

And a small blush settles over his cheeks, even as he grins shamelessly, whispering, “Have you been a good girl this year?”

You lean up to whisper in his ear, “Definitely not,” your lips skim his outer ear, drawing a shiver from him. 

“Daddy are you cold?” Your daughter notices, but you scoop her up in your arms. 

“Daddy is running a little hot I think,” you chuckle, as you watch him try to adjust himself, his tight pants doing little to help his situation, “he’ll be fine, right?” 

And he pouts again, “I’ll be fine,” he presses a kiss to his daughter’s forehead, “can’t say the same for your mom when we get home,” 

Finally, after many brain cells lost and almost an hour of time, you reach the front of the line. “Santa” sits in his chair, looking quite jolly, despite having to deal with children all day, and he welcomes your daughter, who, for all of her spunk when dealing with her parents, now was hiding behind your leg. 

And before you can say anything, Satoru is kneeling beside her, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He’s running his fingers through her soft white locks, “do you want daddy to go with you?” 

And she considers it, lips in a cute pout that’s all too similar to her father’s, and then nods, “daddy, come with me,” 

“Of course, baby,” and his fingers intertwine with her smaller ones as he takes her up. You hang back a little, your phone ready and poised to take pictures and a video, as you beam. 

Santa holds your daughter as he asks her what she wants for Christmas. Your daughter says something half whispered that you can’t make out, but Satoru does, his cerulean eyes widening slightly before his lips curl into a grin. 

And before you can ask what she said, you’re pulled in to take a picture. You three leave, Satomi in her father’s arms, nestled on his shoulder, peacefully sleeping, “what did she wish for?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. 

He snorts, “Sworn to secrecy by Santa,” 

“What’s that? A hidden confidentiality clause?” And he only smiles, as you roll your eyes, “pun definitely not intended,” 

“I’ll tell you when we get home. Too many prying elves here,” he jerks his head at one of Santa’s elves sitting on a bench, clearly on their break with earbuds in either ear. 

“I don’t think they care about a three year old’s wish,” and Satoru’s lips part and eyes comically big in mock offense. 

“This is not any three year old — she’s the next Gojo heir, my successor, the fruit of my—“ and you glare, “our loins,” 

“More like mine,” you cross your arms, tilting your head as you glance at your daughter, “you’re not the one that pushed her out,” 

“Yes I’m the one who put her in there—“ and another scowl makes him clam up, smile bit back, “I’ll tell you when we get home, after I get you on my lap that is,” he adds with a grin. 

“Oh yeah, I don’t know if you’ve been so nice though,” and his free arm slides around your waist, pressing a kiss to your forehead, curling his lips. 

His voice low as he murmurs in your ear, “The real question is if you have been, baby.”

And finally, when Satomi is fast asleep in bed — arms and legs tangled in her blanket like a menace, you emerge from her bedroom, sighing, “finally down,” you collapse on the couch beside him, lying your head on his shoulder, as his arm wraps around you, pulling you close, “are you gonna finally gonna tell me what she wished for?” 

And he hums, mischievous twinkle in his eyes, “Sit in my lap, and see,” and you tilt your head, but you slide over his lap, sitting with your knees on either side of his waist, “good girl,” 

“Satoru—” and he’s kissing you slowly, lips meeting yours in a languid kiss and you can taste the sweet hot chocolate on his lips he drank earlier. 

“Been waiting to that all day,” he murmurs, gaze leaving a trail of heat as it slid over his body, and his hands follow, squeezing your hips and making you lurch against his hips, “definitely on the naughty list from that noise,” he grunts. 

“Weren’t you supposed to tell me what Satomi wanted?” You mumble against his lips, as they meet again, before pressing kisses down your jaw and the hollow of your throat. 

“Oh, we wanted the same thing,” and you raise an eyebrow, and he’s grinning up at you, “she wants a sibling,” you breath catches — both at his words and at his darkened gaze — and you can feel his erection press against you, his fingers digging into the flesh of your sides, “wanna make a Christmas wish come true?” 

And your heart flutters, “do you think we’re ready?” You had been talking about possibly having another kid, Satomi was getting older — ready to start school soon enough — and you wanted your daughter to have a sibling to grow up with. 

Satoru’s gaze softens, his palm sliding across your cheek, as you lean into his touch, “I know we are — as long as you want it to,” and you can almost see it now — a little boy with Satoru’s blue eyes and your hair, nights spent up with the baby, days spent as a family, the baby sleeping on Satoru’s chest as you do Satomi’s hair, and another piece of your family complete. 

So you kiss him, lips sliding gently against his, and you smile at him, “Luckily, you both knew exactly what I wanted for Christmas.” 

✴︎ note: i don't celebrate christmas, but i got this cute fic idea in my head and i couldn't get it out lol. i love girl dad satoru.

𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱- 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔦𝔦 (𝔪)

anon: Would it be possible to do a continuation of bittersweet but where reader gets pregnant 🤭

❥keishin ukai x reader

❥summary: 9 months to a pleasant surprise isn’t always as sweet as you want it to be

❥warnings: nsfw, breeding kink, pregnant!reader, angst, suspected cheating i guess? some mentions of social taboos idk if that’s a warning it is now

❥word count: 4.9k

❥part i | but can be read alone

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gojo x f!reader are in a semi established relationship aka idiots in love. reader is a teacher/sorcerer. reader is referred to as future wife in jest. angsty to start but gets sweet at the end. italics indicate reader’s internal thought. this is v self ship coded bc a girl has been Experiencing. wc 1.2k

divider thanks to @/cafekitsune

Why did I agree to stay and do this job in the first place?

The thought ricochets between the walls of your skull like a speeding marble, rolling so quickly it’s nothing but a technicolor blur that will settle wherever it wants when all is said and done. You don’t have the luxury of a distraction tonight and after a terrible day, your confidence and what feels like your sanity is in splinters. It has felt like this for months if you dare to be honest with yourself and now the unavoidable wall of your own mind is in front of you.

The too hot shower you just finished that left you breathless and warm cheeked didn’t rinse away anything except for the external grime. Your brain itself still feels thick and heavy, temples pounding while you shrug the robe wrapped around you to the tile floor below. It is far from your favorite thing to shower on campus but you had the intention of washing all the misery off and leaving it here rather than dragging it back to the currently empty apartment you share with Satoru. He’s off on another mission hours and hours away from you and your bed feels like a labyrinth when he isn’t sharing it.

A little voice in your head convinces you he’s taking these missions solely to get away from you in this state and you can hardly blame him. As hard as you work to keep a smile on your face, you fail more often than you succeed. The weight of said failures and struggles makes your head even heavier, resting atop your neck like a crown of thorns.

It’s late and you haven’t even bothered to think about how you’re going to get home from campus, still decompressing from your first solo mission in a while after being looked at by Shoko for minor bruising. The mission was completed successfully but it merely added to the weight of the loneliness and hurt you’ve been feeling. Being responsible for ending suffering you didn’t create is a heavy burden.

Your phone pings on the wooden bench in front of the lockers near the shower and you grab it, sniffling. Glancing at the screen, you gnaw your lower lip and a tear streams down your cheek. You’ve cried so much lately it never comes as a surprise when you start again.

Satoru: call me?

Normally his message and the use of the winking cat sticker in addition to the words would make you smile but you can’t find it in you to do that tonight. Of course, he’s already heard about your failures. You’re certain your employer, friends, and community keep him on speed dial to come and gather your pieces when you can’t keep them together. You have doubts about how well meaning their intentions are; everyone loves a downfall after all and yours feels closer every day.

You: still at the school and can’t talk. love you, be careful.

Someday I’ll push him away and it will stick.

One day, soon you imagine, Satoru will decide everyone was right about you all along. You’re avoidant and selfish, a mess on a good day. Your bones are good but the flesh that covers them is rotten as a discarded plum, falling from the branches of the only home it has ever known, at the end of spring. You are no good. Not like him, even in his shades of light gray morality. Not like your fellow sorcerers. Not like your students.

Your phone pings again.

Satoru: why are you making me suffer???

Satoru: please please please please please~

You place the device face down and focus on changing into the extra set of clothes you always keep in your office. Sorcery is messy work and your shaking fingers fasten each of the buttons on the simple white top.

Why do I keep doing this?

Vibrations make your phone move across the wooden bench and you jump, picking it up with a sigh.

“What?”

A chuckle from the other end, one that instantly makes the tension in your shoulders relax, isn’t as unwelcome as you assumed it would be when you refused to call him. You picture his smile when he laughs, the dimples you love to press your thumbs into. Even your tortured mind conjures memories of the delicate crinkle of his nose when he grins and the cleft in his chin.

“Someone has her sassy pants on today.”

Sighing, you let the world roll off of your shoulders. Finally.

“Technically I don’t have any pants on right now.”

“Without me?” He sighs and then remembers you said you were still on campus. You hear him shift wherever he’s at and you sit down on the bench, preparing to put your pants on, holding the phone to your ear with your shoulder. “Why are you pantsless on campus? Is there something you need to tell me?”

A snort escaping in response, you smile for the first time in what feels like days. Truthfully it has only been a few hours, you’re a pro at keeping up appearances at the very least, but each has felt more and more forced.

“Nope, just had to wash off some gore and didn’t want to bring it home with me. They’ll probably ask us to break the lease if we start washing curse chunks down the drain.”

He chuckles again and you want to be frustrated with how carefree he seems but find it difficult to hold his good nature against him.

“Aren’t you considerate?”

Sliding your pants on, you stand in a fluid motion and hop to settle them in place on your hips, fastening the button.

“Something like that,” you mutter. Sitting back down on the bench, you cut to the chase. “When are you coming home?”

“Why? Miss me?”

“Terribly.”

You respond flatly and suddenly your phone chimes, a request to video chat coming through from Gojo. Answering it, you don’t bother to hide the wistful smile on your face and he grins at you from your bed at home.

“Well come home then, I’ve been waiting for you.”

“You could have led with the fact you’re there.”

He twists his mouth to the side and shrugs. Rolling your eyes, you smile back at him. It’s impossible to stay mad at someone you love so much it threatens to tear you into pieces when he’s gone for too long.

“I wanted to surprise you and it looks like I still managed to do it.”

“Yeah, you still manage to do that a lot.”

“Oh stop it, you might make me think that my future wife actually likes me.”

Giggling, your face warms at the insinuation he’s making. He can tell you’re feeling better now that his eyes are on you and the relief he feels is immeasurable.

“Hurry, I’m getting bored and you know what happens when I get like that.”

You know better than anyone that a bored boyfriend spells nonsense so you pack up the last of your things, ready to leave your troubles behind on campus just as you intended to start with. Self doubt, suspicion, distrust - it’s all gone as soon as he gives you his grace to carry on.

“Don’t get antsy, I’ll be there soon.”

Another irresistible chuckle comes through your speakers and you feel lighter than air by the time you disconnect from the call and prepare to head home.

He’s the moon that guides you through the darkest nights and tonight is clearly no exception, his cool and disarming light shining through all of your cracks to remind you things are brighter than you think.

Keishin Ukai's NSFW Alphabet

Content Deets!: afab!reader, she/her pronouns, black woman reader, fingering, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, all of the things

Everything I say is canon; Furudate said so.

For legal reasons, that is a joke

Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): It depends on how exhausted he is. If he’s had a long day, he tries so hard to stay awake to cuddle with you and talk, but he’s dozing in and out while you clean up and get water until you take pity on him and let him fall asleep on you.

If he’s not too tired (and when he’s not tired, he’s wearing you thee fuck out) he’s cleaning you up, getting you water, picking out something to watch, and snuggling next to you while you try to remember what your legs feel like. He knows you get cold very easily, so he’ll make sure he has a comfy throw blanket to toss over you while you cuddle.

Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner): On you? Damn, that’s hard. He loves it all; your perfect pretty face, your soft skin, your hands, your hair, your tits, your ass, your pussy—actually if he’s keeping it 100, it’s your ass. He really likes grabbing it, and how you jump and tell him to stop even though it’s obvious you love it.

On himself…his jaw. He’s not really sure why, he just does. (Though if he thinks about it long enough, it probably has something to do with the first time you ever kissed his neck, and the way you moaned when your lips went across the underside of his chin.)

And his forearms, but he can definitely attribute that to you - you told him that he had great setters’ arms once and he’s never been able to stop thinking about it. Your nails left a small cluster of crescent shaped scars on his forearm by his elbow the first time you had sex, and he’s weirdly very fond of them.

Cum (Anything to do with cum): A little salty, and thick, but otherwise very pleasant. The first time you ever swallowed, you kept sucking his dick, and he had to pull your hair to make you stop. He just tasted so good you didn’t want to stop. It didn’t hurt that he looked super fucking hot begging you to stop; his hair a mess, face flushed, his chest heaving, and an arm thrown over his eyes as he tried not to thrust into your mouth, gasping and desperate for you to let up.

He also doesn’t want to admit it, but he has a breeding kink. It’s your fault, you can argue with him as much as you want about it, but it’s your fault. You’re the one who told him to “forget about the condom, just fucking fill me up” one night, and shit escalated from there. Next thing he knew he was bent over your back, stuffing his come back inside you, rolling his free hand against your clit to feel you squeezing around him.

You’re on birth control, of course, that’s exactly what you both want, but after you’ve been together for a while, moved in together and everything, sometimes he looks at you, reading or doing the books in the back of the store, and he imagines you with a cute little tummy, barefoot, just glowing, and the next thing you know, you’re spread out on the nearest flat surface, and he’s filling you full of his come again.

Dirty secret: The smell of your leave-in conditioner turns him on so much. He may have uh…used a container of it (not on his hair) when he was missing you, but he’ll never admit it. Primarily because he’s a little embarrassed by it, but also he knows how expensive it is, so he has to pretend it got thrown out by accident and buys you a new one when you ask him where it went.

Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): He has a substantial amount. When he said he’s happy being single he meant it; mainly because he got to knock down as many women as he wanted to as many times as he wanted to without any obligations.

You started out with him with the same expectations - the two of you were just supposed to fuck and that’s all. But, maybe the third or fourth time the two of you hooked up (after the shop closed, in the back of one of the aisles), Kei realized, 20 minutes after the two of you got redressed and you were still there helping him clean up so he could close faster, that maybe he was happy where he was, but he’d be happier if he was wherever you are.

And ultimately all of that experience works in his favor, because by the time the two of you are exclusive, he knows exactly how to fuck in a way that makes your toes curl so hard they cramp.

Favorite position: Any position where he gets to see your ass slapping against him, or his dick sliding in and out of you is his favorite. Reverse cowgirl is top tier for this.

When the two of you are wasted, the first place he goes is a mating press, because it just hits all his buttons at once, with the added bonus of watching your tits bounce and seeing the way your eyes glaze over when you’re about to come. He fucking loves putting all his weight on you, and watching you squirm and cry and beg under him.

Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.): Kei is habitually silly around you; you think it’s because he has to be so serious and responsible everywhere else. So of course the two of you being silly translates to doing silly shit to each other while you’re having sex.

Like the time Kei said “yep!” every time he moaned. Or you making him tell you how his day was in excruciatingly mundane detail while you’re riding him and he’s trying to bust. Of course there are plenty of times where he’s fucking you so good that silly just doesn’t enter in, but you don’t shy away from laughing when he asks you if you’re gonna come in a cartoon dog voice.

Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.):  Obviously Kei is not dumb enough to put hair bleach anywhere near his dick, so his pubes are still his natural color. He keeps them very well-trimmed, and tries to maintain it even when he’s busy or stressed. He doesn’t have many opportunities to rest or take care of himself, so taking care of his roots and keeping all of his hair trimmed is a light form of self-care. Plus he knows you have an easier time sucking his dick when you don’t have to fight through a jungle.

Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): Kei really likes doing two things while you’re fucking, and they make you melt, no matter the position or circumstances. He loves holding your hand, and he loves touching foreheads. He knows that very often when he sends you into subspace you need an anchor, so he’ll lace his fingers in yours and squeeze them until you squeeze them back.

Foreheads touching is criminally underrated in his opinion. Mostly he likes it because just being close to you isn’t enough when he’s really desperate for you; he wants to be as deep inside you as possible, and that kind of eye-contact sends him over the moon. You just look so pretty when you feel vulnerable, and he loves it.

He loves when you run your fingers through his hair too; a little shiver rolls down his back, and he just wants to wrap his arms around you and hold you close forever.

Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): Kei was fairly normal about masturbating until he met you. It’s not like he’s a prude or some shit, he just didn’t think about his masturbation habits because there was no real need to. And you have some very particular…quirks that he didn’t realize he was into until you asked him to do it.

For example, he never would have sent you video of him jerking off at full volume if you hadn’t asked for it. Impulsively, he locked the doors to the store, went to the back to sit at the desk, propped his phone up against a stack of inventory forms, and hit record.

When you opened the text from him at work, you nearly broke the screen tapping play when you saw the thumbnail; apron hanging from the armrest, sweatshirt trapped between his teeth, sleeves pulled up enough to expose his toned forearms, jeans open, grey boxers pulled down just enough for him to wrap a hand around his length, his abs flexing in that way that tells you he’s about to let out that soft ‘fuck’ that drives you insane. The desperate whine of your name when the sound cuts into your earbuds got you out of your seat and walking toward the bathroom before you could second guess yourself.

Kinks (One or more of their kinks): He’s not exactly shy about them; like with anything personal, he’s not inclined to share them unless you’re close to him, and these are definitely things he’ll only share with you:

Oral Fixation — It’s because of the smoking. He knows it’s not great for him, but it was a habit born out of extreme stress, and those kinds of habits die very hard. But he’s trying so fucking hard to quit, so when he pulls you toward him as you’re washing dishes and puts the sixth hickey of the day on the spot under your ear, just above the one he put on your collarbone two hours ago, you can’t be mad. Being mad doesn’t even cross his mind as you feel him moan against your throat and your knees go weak.

Exhibition Kink — It was an accident, like it is with most of his kinks. You came to visit him at the shop after not seeing him for weeks, and somehow he managed to turn you into a screaming mess in the back with customers waiting at the counter. Ever since then, he doesn’t know what came over him - whenever he’s in that kind of mood, it’s almost like he wants to get caught. He’d never let it happen but…fuck.

Overstimulation — Another one that’s definitely your fault - and it’s only fair that he subjects you to it when you’re the reason he likes it so much.

Orgasm Denial — It goes hand in hand with overstimulation. @gabzlovesu said it best: “It’s one of his top links because he doesn’t feel like he has much control of his life: his grandad because known for volleyball coaching, the family store was handed to him, blah blah blah. So he finds just a little bit of innocent, and satisfying power, in denying you orgasms. Of course he’ll eventually he’ll let you finish but watching you squirm and plead as you turn to putty at his mercy lights a fire inside of him.”

Combination Size and Hand Kink — A very slight one - the way you look when his hand is wrapped around your neck, and his fingers slip into your mouth? Obsessed. Genuine, sincere obsession.

His favorite move is fingering you; he knows how much you love his hands, and he loves watching your eyes glaze over while he gets you off. You better not drop eye contact though, because he’s so fucking mean; if you look anywhere else, he’s ruining your orgasm immediately, because he told you to pay attention, baby. And why should he reward you for misbehaving? Hm?

Hair Pulling — This one is very straightforward; he likes how high pitched your voice gets when he uses it for leverage to go deeper.

Location (Favorite places to do the do): In direct alignment with the exhibition kink, he doesn’t have a favorite place. Also it’s not like he’s opposed to bed sex; some of his favorite times with you have been in bed or on the couch. But you’re both busy, and he’s realistic. The store is a popular one, specifically the office. His car became a favorite during the harvest season, specifically after the time he pulled you into his lap after dropping you off home and you rode him with your back pressed to the steering wheel. Once you did it in the equipment room when you came after practice to pick him up for a date, but you decided never again after Hinata and Kageyama came back to practice and the two of you had to hide behind one of the shelving units and sneak out when they took a water break.

Wait, he’s lying. You had sex on the roof of the store after you told him you loved him. He probably wouldn’t risk it again because you nearly fell off after, but it’s a cherished memory for sure.

Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): You. No, stop booing, he means it. You’re fucking catnip to him; he’s gotten better at not clawing at you at inappropriate moments the longer you’re together, but he wants you literally every time he sees you, and it takes a lot of effort to not drop to his knees and make a mess out of you whenever he sees you.

He appreciates when you dress up for him, especially when you go through all the effort of putting makeup and lingerie on for him, but nothing makes him crazier than when you’re dressed in his clothes, just hanging out.

No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): He doesn’t like sharing you. Please don’t ask him. Because he can’t say no to you, but the jealousy will eat him alive. He doesn’t even like it when other men look at you. He’s very often drunk-yelled “that’s my wife!” at people who just bumped into you at the bar. You’re not even married yet.

Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): Kei will never say no to a blow job, especially since you’re so fucking good at them; the way you cup his balls and hum with his cock in your hot wet mouth makes him breathless and desperate.

There’s something about eating you out that makes him insane. He gets drunk on you; he’ll stay down there, licking your clit and tongue fucking you until he almost gets lockjaw or you scream that you can’t take it anymore, whichever comes first. Usually you.

Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): It really depends on your moods and how much energy you both have. If you’re tired and it’s been a long day, he’s gonna hold you close, wrap his arms around you, and give you the slowest, deepest stroke you’ve ever gotten in your life. Eyes half lidded from exhaustion, fingers wrapped so tight around your curves you’re almost bruising, and a soft desperate whisper about how fucking tight and wet you feel that sends you over the edge and makes you come so hard you can’t stay awake after.

When he’s not tired though? Oh bitch. You better stretch. Because he is giving you thee sloppiest, nastiest, fastest, most flagrant dick. Cosign a loan that will ruin your credit and leave your gas tank empty type dick. “He’s a good man, Savannah” type dick. Barefoot and pregnant and baking him a pie by the end of the week type dick.

He’s going to edge you; it’s inevitable. And he’s gonna be an asshole about it. He’s going to torture you with it; start you off slow, fingering you until his hands are drenched and you’re stuffed full of his fingers, shaking as he thrusts into you, stopping and starting over again right when you start to feel it coming. He won’t take pity on you until you’re begging for him to let you come, until he’s bringing up out of pocket shit you said to him during the week, things he may have let slide too easily at the time because he was waiting for this moment, and making you apologize to him for them before you get to come.

And even then, he’s not done, because he’s gonna tease you. Because you were so ready to talk shit this morning, what’s wrong? Where did the attitude go, baby? If his dick is so trash, he can stop. Since you don’t want it. Isn't that what you said? You know what, you’re right, he should stop—

And when you’re crying, he’ll finally take pity and fuck you rough and desperate, because despite him playing with you, he’s all pent up and all he’s been thinking about all day is riding you until you’re cock-drunk and begging him for more.

So yeah. It depends.

Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): Now who the fuck would Kei be to turn his nose up at a quickie? As busy as he is? As busy as you are? When the volleyball season starts, when you get busy at work, sometimes quickies in the back room of the store or his car (or in the alleyway behind the bar or in Takeda’s office long after school is out and practice is over) or other places he will not mention (mainly because the fact that you got away with it in such public places is amazing to him and he doesn’t want to jinx the two of you) are the only ways you get to see each other. If he had his way though, he’d rather fewer quickies. He likes to take his time with you, and the two of you have almost gotten caught (in a “we’ll be arrested” way, not a sexy way) more than once because one orgasm from you wasn’t enough for him.

Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): He’ll try anything once; most of the kinks the two of you really like were either accidents, or one of you suggested it. You make him want to try things, just to make you happy, and it’s great when you both end up liking it.

He’d also say, ironically enough, when it comes to things like sex in public, that he’s risk averse and he doesn’t want to get caught, which is technically true, but every time you’ve ended up out in public fucking, it was because of him. Because he’s drunk and got jealous of another man bumping into you by accident, because he hasn’t seen you in a few weeks and you just looked too good standing next to the shop counter with your shorts hugging your thighs, because he was angry about a botched play in practice and needed to work off some steam, and no, it cannot wait, he needs you now.

The bad thing is, you just go along with it. One of you has to be the sensible one, and usually it’s him, but he’s too persuasive. Which is why you roll your eyes when he says no, what the fuck, he would never have sex in public, because he is a fucking liar. Did he forget he had you folded over the bar sink not even 10 minutes ago? Did he forget that time he fucked you in the back of the store while customers were there? The nerve.

Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): Remember that he was a volleyball player. And remember that he was a volleyball player when his grandfather was a coach. The mindset of playing overtime and pushing through the pain is his natural state of existence at this point; 10 years and chainsmoking may slow him down, but only a little.

Like with aftercare, it really depends on whether he’s exhausted or not. If he is, he’s still giving you one or two rounds before he has to tap out and sleep. You don’t want to wear him out even more on nights like this, but he insists; he’s convinced that he falls asleep easier and sleeps much better after sex, and based on very unscientific evidence, you think he might be right.

When he’s not tired? It’s game time, baby! He’s definitely wearing you out. Refractory period WHOMST?! He will pull you back down toward his mouth if you try to run away, and he absolutely will wake you up in a few hours after the last round to fuck you silly again. He’s so busy and so tired most of the time, so he’s gonna make sure the two of you have a good time when he’s not!

Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): He doesn’t have them, but he’s very well acquainted with yours. He considers them teammates, not rivals. Whatever gets you off is good with him. Especially if he can use it to torture you when you annoy him later.

Unfair (how much they like to tease): Kei…is so fucking mean. He loves teasing you, borderline torturing you whenever he gets the opportunity. You think you’d learn to not catch an unnecessary attitude with him, or annoy him, because he will get back at you the moment he gets the chance. Dragging you off somewhere to edge you in public and leaving you hanging, sending you audio he recorded of you having sex two nights ago in the middle of the work day…

He’s gonna do anything he can to mess with you, especially since he knows he can get away with a lot based on his reputation, and you have no choice but to try to keep it together. Because the one time you tried to get back at him in front of his friends at a house party, he edged you in one of the bedrooms, left you hanging all night, and made you go to bed like that. You woke up to him eating you out the next morning, then overstimulating you until you couldn’t move.

Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): If you want to see how quickly Kei can blush, just mention near people he knows how loud he gets when you’re sucking his dick, or riding him. It’s not like he’s super loud or anything, but your neighbors have complained, multiple times. You try not to bring your neighbors up with him, because the last time you did, he got very self-conscious and embarrassed, and it takes a lot to get him back out of his head.

Generally, when he’s sober, he’s all soft, low groans, he murmurs choked off ‘fuck’s and ‘just like that’s, and the way he moans in your ear when he’s fucking you from behind and he’s holding you so close and tight you’ll bruise? You’re a fucking mess for him.

And when he’s drunk? Fuck, he does not care. Actually, now that you think about it, all those instances where he got loud enough to wake your neighbors up were when both of you were coming home from the bar and he couldn’t keep his hands off you. You can’t really blame your neighbors for being upset either; it would be one thing if it were just loud moaning and shit, but it’s him saying, entirely too loudly, how fucking tight your pussy is, or how wet you are for him, or how you’re made for him, oh how he’s gonna fucking ruin you, how you’re his messy little slut, and he’s never  gonna let you forget it.

There’s always part of your drunk brain where you know you should tell him to keep it down, but the one time you did, he just fucked you brainless. Bent you over your kitchen counter and fucked you so hard you started crying. Then flipped you over and ate you out until you started screaming.

You know what? Definitely don’t go at him too hard or for too long about how loud he is though. Because he will turn the tables on you. 

Wild Card (Random headcanon): This man talks so much shit, oh my God. People think he’s so gruff and unfriendly and Jesus Christ, you wish that was the truth. This is truly another issue of the Kei you know being someone that none of your or his friends has ever met, because he will say the most out of pocket things you have ever heard in your life, and then smirk at you with that “no one will ever believe you” glint in his eyes. Because he’s right; the two of you will just be bantering and being silly with one another, and suddenly he’ll look at you, and say shit like “That's a lot of attitude coming from someone that didn't even know they could squirt until I put my fingers in there. Humble yourself.” And now you’re standing in the middle of the sidewalk trying to pull yourself together, and he’s hollering at you to keep up or he’s gonna eat all the fucking takeout the two of you went to pick up by himself.

Like with his exhibition kink, you’re astounded that no one has ever overheard some of the nasty things he says to you so casually. And you’re blown at how he can be so downright disgusting with you at random, with strangers around, and yet he can’t kiss you in front of his friends without blushing. A man of mystery, truly.

X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): He’s 7 and 3/4ths inches, and girthy with a subtle curve and one or two nicely placed veins. He has a pretty dick, which almost put you at ease when you saw it for the first time, because it looks average. But when he was actually pulling you down onto him, he was stretching you, and you realized that he’s thicker than you thought, so thick you could feel him in the back of your throat when he managed to get it all in? Listen!! He knew he lulled you into a false sense of security!!! And was gonna make you feel every bit of that dick!!!!!

Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): Pretty damn high. He’s not fucking you when he’s tired because he feels like he has to or he doesn’t want you to be disappointed. He’s doing it because despite his exhaustion he wants you so bad all the fucking time.

Zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): Like with aftercare, it depends on how tired he is. He tries hard to stay awake for your sake, but you understand how hard he works, so he just curls up around you and falls asleep the second he can. He’ll also seek you out if you get into bed after he falls asleep and curl around you. He’s not letting you out of bed in the morning if you have to get up before him either.

If he’s not tired, you’re falling asleep on him, without fail. He misses you so much when you’re not around, so he’s gonna stay awake and soak up all the time you have together, even if you’re not awake.