His Perfect Sunday Ft. Ukai

His perfect Sunday ft. Ukai

Ukai Keishin x gn reader

Word count: ~600

Tags & warnings: fluff, alcohol (wicked hangover), + 1 ass grab

Note: Soft (and hard) for him. Predictable.

Keishin groans, turning around in an attempt to elude the beams of light sneaking their way into the bedroom from the edges of the blinds.

When he can no longer avoid the sun, he cracks his eyelids open and reaches up to rub the sleep from his eyes. The blurry bedroom slowly comes into focus.

His arms are sore as he brings them back down, a reminder of whatever he got up to last night, he can barely remember. His mouth and throat too feel parched and raw when he swallows. Pure muscle memory was the only thing that gave him the wherewithal to make it back to the apartment this morning, stumbling in and locking the door behind him.

His eyes land on the glass of water beside him and he gulps it down in a rush, ignoring the drops that dribble out of the corner of his mouth and land onto the sheets. More awake now, he inhales the heady aroma of coffee and freshly-cooked rice wafting into the bedroom. A grunt escapes him as he pushes his body up to sit at the edge of the bed. The movement makes his head spin and his stomach lurch unpleasantly.

He knows he can’t drink like he used to anymore, but he sure as hell tried to relive those younger days with Naoi yesterday. Both of them wanted to celebrate the beginning of another season, hopefully one that will see their teams face off at nationals again just like in previous years.

At least he doesn’t feel the familiar pounding of a morning-after headache. You’d cocked an eyebrow when he assured you that you didn’t have to worry, he doesn’t drink like that anymore. But you knew him well enough to be incredulous. He was grateful for that when he fumbled his way to the kitchen after getting home, gulping down the bottle of Pocari and two tablets of ibuprofen you’d left out for him, knowing he actually doesn't drink like that anymore, but that he definitely would drink like that if he was out with Naoi.

So, even though he feels like shit this morning, it’s because of you that he doesn’t feel like absolute fucking dogshit.

He shuffles to the kitchen to find you at the stove. A song plays quietly from the speakers and you’re humming along, dropping cubes of tofu into a pot, dappled sunlight dancing across your arms and legs as you sway to the music.

He’s starting to feel better already.

“Morning drunkard,” you murmur affectionately as you pour him a mug of coffee. “When’d you get back?”

“Way too late,” he rasps, gulping down a mouthful before immediately spitting it back out.

“FUCK that’s hot.”

You roll your eyes. “You always do that.”

“Warn a man next time,” he grumbles, grabbing a towel to wipe up the counter.

“Do you seriously need me to tell you that coffee is hot?”

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he leans against the refrigerator door, his stomach gurgling as he watches you stir what smells like miso soup. “Thanks for leaving the stuff out last night babe.”

You wave off his thanks. “Breakfast will be ready in a minute. And you know you’re getting too old to drink like that, right?” You tease, lips quirking playfully.

“I’ll show you old…” he growls, putting his mug down with a clunk and reaching out to grab a handful of your ass. “C’mere, I’m starving.”

Your laughter rings out as you obediently switch off the stove, sidling over to wrap your arms around his neck and press your chest against him. “And what do you want me to do about that, old man?”

Keishin wastes no time giving you an answer.

If only every Sunday could be like this one.

Scenario with Ukai where his father hires a new cute fem employee to help at the store, but Ukai didn’t know about it till she shows up the next day. Thank u!

𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 (𝔪)

is it obvious i love cute but sexy girls? had to make it nsfw too because ugh come on ukai is a daddy hope you don’t mind anon😔

thank you @bunnykawa for reading my smut scene and making me not want to delete it all and throw my phone out of the window

ukai keishin x fem!reader

warnings: some swearing, ukai doesn’t know how to cope with feelings, a little manhandling, public sex, light degradation, ‘sir’ kink, idk it’s not that bad might be cringey i’ve never written proper smut before hope i don’t ruin ukai for any of you

word count: 5.3k

part ii

there’s not many times ukai keishin has wanted the ground to swallow him up.

except the time his toss went awfully wrong during one of his games at karasuno high school and accidentally smacked his third year crush in the face. and the time he offered to show a customer their new stock of baby food, realising a bit too late that she was not quite pregnant and more just a bit chubby. there was also the time he accidentally flicked cigarette ash at a kid- not that he had meant to but the kid was so small he just didn’t see the little toddler till they began bawling and ukai was met with an angry mother’s screams.

the poor twenty-something year old man just didn’t have much luck interacting with women so it wasn’t much of a surprise when he had accidentally attacked the newest employee of the Sakanoshita Store, gripping her in a vice-like headlock and pressing her against the counter as he demanded to know “what the fuck she was doing”. in his defence, she really did look suspicious when he had just entered the store for his morning shift from the back stockroom to see a stranger standing over the till, counting out the money. ukai had never quite felt so humiliated when he heard her strangle cry of “i’m trying to do my job!” and moments later, his father was rushing down the stairs to drag him off the poor girl.

it was rather awkward now. ukai couldn’t quite meet your eyes as you sat opposite him, carefully taking a cup of tea from his father with trembling hands. a small sigh left him, aware of his father’s pointed glare, as he massaged at the crease between his dark eyebrows.

“why didn’t you tell me we had a new employee?” ukai asked, a tone of exasperation prevalent in his voice. his cheeks were still burning with embarrassment and he felt worse as he noticed your eyes flickering up to him.

“your mother and i just decided it spontaneously.” his father said as he opened up the biscuit tin. he held it out to you first and ukai felt even worse as you grinned excitedly to pick up a little ginger biscuit. how did he make this awful mistake? it could’ve been so dangerous too- you were a lot smaller than him and looked so harmless in your pretty white dress patterned with adorable, little, yellow lemons, white apron pristine over it and your yellow heeled sandals matching the tassel earrings dangling from your ears. ukai hated to admit it but you were so cute- and he had already fucked everything up because he had mistaken you as a thief. “you’ve been so busy with coaching and your grandfather’s farm we just thought it’d be good to have an extra pair of hands around here. that’s where y/n comes in.” at the mention of your name, you looked up at ukai and beamed, wiggling your little fingers as a ‘hi’ just like he hadn’t almost practically smashed your face down on a counter fifteen minutes earlier.

“that still doesn’t explain why you failed to notify me.” his jaw was clenching.

“hm. must’ve just slipped my mind.” his father replied with a dismissive shrug but ukai knew his parents better than that. his father was just as sharp as himself and his grandfather- surely they wouldn’t forget that they had employed a new person at their store unless...ukai felt his face contort with a grimace as he took a proper look at you. you were probably in your twenties, maybe fresh out of university and on the hunt for a graduate job and you were pretty (ukai really couldn’t ignore that and it made his chest feel even heavier as he replayed the way he had so forcefully gripped you) and there was definitely an admiring shine in his father’s eyes every time the older man looked at you. ukai felt sick- he knew his parents wanted him to marry soon but he wasn’t even thirty yet and did they really have to do it by employing some poor girl- the same poor girl he had just attacked! surely their plan had failed already.

“will you be training me, mr ukai?” you suddenly asked, smiling kindly at ukai’s father. the older man shook his head with a chuckle.

“ah, no, y/n. keishin here will be training you and working shifts with you- i’m too old for all that.” ukai couldn’t help but grit his teeth at his father’s sly smirk- the man was barely even fifty!

“is learning how to put people in a headlock a part of the training, sir?” ukai almost spluttered at your words. he tried to ignore the way he felt his body heat at your soft, giggly voice calling him ‘sir’ and instead his face contorted with indignation.

“don’t call me that! and it was an accident!” he snapped for the tenth time.

ukai could do teamwork. of course he could- he was part of karasuno’s volleyball team in his younger years and now he worked alongside two managers and a teacher to coach players in a game that relied on teamwork. but somehow- he just couldn’t work with you.

he really wasn’t a mean person, ukai tried telling himself, but when he was around you, it was like all his anger and frustration surged. he snapped at you when you were too slow on the counter. he chastised you for stocking the green beans next to the onions when they were so clearly supposed to be next to the broccoli and he even scoffed at you for blushing and giggling when one handsome customer had come in and flirted with you. but despite all that- despite ukai’s angry glares and the way he dismissed you every time you tried to make friendly conversation- you were still so happy and sweet.

every evening when ukai returned from karasuno high school, tired and sweaty but ready to begin his shift at the store, you were already there with a cup of tea and a plate of dumplings. even if he grumbled about how cooking the shop food would be coming out of your pay, you still laughed so happily, your eyes crinkling and your sweet chuckles filling the whole store. you’d also never give up trying to make ukai laugh with your silly jokes and your warm smiles and once when he was particularly irritated, frowning as he sat in his chair, you had come up behind him, your warmth already invitingly enveloping him as you wrapped your arms over his shoulders. ukai had froze, staring at you with wide eyes as you giggled. your sweet scent and light laugh intoxicated him whilst your fingertips traced the veins of his arms, leaving his skin tingling under your touch.

“relax, sir.” your voice was breathy but giggly in ukai’s ear and he couldnt speak. he couldn’t move as he watched you, eyes widened, open his box of cigarettes, sliding the thin roll between his lips before holding a lighter to the tip of it. “there you go,” you smiled, voice returning to your usual light tone as you stood up straight and walked back over to stocking the toiletries aisle. “you’re always just a bit too tense.”

“i thought i told you not to call me that.” ukai growled before taking a deep drag of his cigarette. he felt cold without your touch.

ukai’s unexplainable anger towards you was only made worse by how he just couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from you. every time he entered the shop, his eyes would immediately roam in search of a glimpse of one of your pretty patterned dresses- and they were so pretty indeed. they seemed to hug your body carefully and there was something so delicate and innocent about the way they flared out at the waist, the hem skimming your knees and the fabric adorned with adorable little strawberries and daisies and kittens. with all your matching headbands and heeled sandals and dangly earrings, ukai couldn’t help but be drawn to you. it didn’t matter how many times he told himself to look away, focus on something else- anything else- his eyes would always drift back to you, you beaming as you assisted a customer, you arranging the cash in the tills, you sipping on your carton of juice through the little plastic straw, you bending over to arrange the bottom shelves with the hem of your dress riding up to reveal your thighs and...

“are you sure this is safe, sir?” ukai growled around the cigarette between his lips as he held the ladder in place. it had been over a month since you began working at Sakanoshita Store and you and ukai had fallen into some sort of arrangement; you worked better together (much to his parents’ pleasure) but your relationship still consisted of you playfully teasing him and him trying to resist his anger. or rather, he was trying to resist the lustful urge to just bend you over the counter and fuck you till you couldn’t speak- till you couldn’t think. it was hard not to, especially when you were taunting him with how cute you were, pouting your pretty lips at all his dismissive remarks, giggling as you leant so close to him he could feel your hot breath on the delicate skin of his neck, dancing your fingertips against his hot skin, letting your dresses gradually get shorter and tighter. but now wasn’t the time to think of that, especially when ukai had you stood above him, balancing as carefully as you could on an old rickety ladder, one hand clinging to the splintered wood and the other trying to screw a lightbulb into the overhead fixture.

“i told you,” ukai hissed through gritted teeth. “don’t call me that, and the ladder is perfectly safe.”

“i don’t see why you couldn’t do this.” you whined, glancing down at ukai who rolled his eyes and puffed on his cigarette.

“i’ve had a hard day of coaching a bunch of hyperactive simpletons that share one braincell, okay?” he snapped, looking up to glare at you as you cheekily stuck your tongue out at him. he really did try to ignore the image that flashed into his mind, an image of you between his legs, pink tongue stretched out between your pretty pink lips. ukai shook his head. what was he doing? “stop complaining already and just change the bulb. it’s sturdy.” maybe the ladder was sturdy, but your choice of shoes wasn’t and as you reached up closer to the lighting fixture, your foot managed to slip on the wood and-

a loud cry escaped you as you fell backwards, your stomach dropping and arms flailing out behind you. you knew the impact against the hard floor would hurt- but what if you hit your head- what if-

the smacking pain never came as your body was cushioned by a sudden warmth. you gasped, eyes widened at ukai’s face just inches away from yours as your heart pounded against your chest, hands shaking till the lightbulb clattered out of your hands and fell onto the floor with a smash. but neither you or ukai registered that, not when you were suddenly hyperaware of his one of his thick, muscley arms cradling your waist and the other wrapped around your bare thighs, his skin cold against yours.

before the either of you had a chance to react, the little bell at the top of the door chimed and in walked the familiar faces of the karasuno boys. there was a moment of silence as they stilled, staring at you held in ukai’s arms like a bride, all your mouths open with horror.

“coach, you’re dating y/n?!” hinata was the first to talk, his brown eyes gleaming with excitement and mouth stretching open in a grin. you were familiar with the karasuno boys as they were regular customers at the shop (much to ukai’s dismay) and they were always friendly and kind, trying to chat to you as much as possible, which would make their blond coach growl at them from his seat behind the counter.

“no!” ukai cried a little too quickly, his lip curling with a grimace as he suddenly pushed you out of his arms. you stumbled a little, almost falling to the floor but he couldn’t bear to look at you, not noticing the way your cheeks flushed scarlet with embarrassment when a sudden feeling of guilt wrenched his chest. “it was an accident!”

“an accident...” daichi blinked, cocking his head to the side as sugawara snickered quietly behind him. ukai sighed heavily, horribly aware of the way nishinoya and tanaka were glaring at him- if kiyoko was their queen, you were their princess.

“it really was just an accident. i was trying to change the lightbulb.” you began, smiling despite the way your cheeks burned. “and i slipped off the ladder- that’s all.” you could sense the way ukai was narrowing his eyes at you as you giggled, beaming kindly at all the boys like they were little angels. ukai hated it.

“anyway, hurry up and buy your things.” he snapped, reaching into his pocket for his box of cigarettes. “you all need to go home and eat a good dinner. remember, lots of protein.” you rested against the counter, staring at ukai as the blond man walked behind it, settling in his usual chair but he wouldn’t quite meet your eyes.

“y/n-san, would you like one of us to change the bulb for you?”

ukai couldn’t control the scowl on his face as he served his karasuno mentees, his eyes unable to stop flickering to you where you held the ladder for asahi, beaming at him with gratitude. it wasn’t that he was jealous- why would he be? but there was something about the way your eyes sparkled at the tall, kind ace that made him want to chainsmoke a whole box of cigarettes.

“i’m quite sad you’re not dating y/n.” ukai started at the sudden words, his eyes widening at short hinata stood before him. his brown eyes were downturned with disappointment.

“what?”

“she’s really cute and you’d look nice together. plus she always wears yellow and it matches your car.” ukai couldn’t even fathom a reply as hinata shrugged, smiling as he took his bag of meat buns and was one of the last to depart the shop, followed closely by asahi who you walked to the door and wished a goodnight cheerily.

a cold silence settled as the door swung shut, the loud karasuno boys leaving the shop feeling empty. you could feel ukai’s heavy eyes on you, causing your skin to grow hotter as the memory of his face so close to yours, his musky scent of cologne and cigarettes thick and powerful, the feeling of his fingers against your skin.

“are you alright?” you turned your head so quickly in ukai’s direction you could’ve gotten whiplash, surprised to see him serious with his arms folded across his chest. but for the time he didn’t look...angry? his eyes were softer, you wanted to think.

“i’m okay. i just-” a conflicted look flashed on your face. “are you really that disgusted by the idea of dating me?!”

ukai couldn’t ignore the little tug in his chest. you just looked so soft stood in front of him with your fingers playing nervously with the hem of your pretty cupcake-patterned dress, eyes flickering down to your pastel sandals and your cheeks flushed pink. he just wanted to wreck you.

ukai couldn’t resist any longer, not when you stood there so pretty and shy with your pink bottom lip between your teeth. he didn’t realise he was moving till he was already in front of you, towering over you as his large hand came to grip the back of your neck and he smashed his lips to yours. you were still.

then it was messy. needy. ukai couldn’t help but grab you closer, his hand gripping your hip so hard you winced against his lips but you were just the same. lustful. desperate, with your hands fisting ukai’s t-shirt, pulling his chest flush to yours. he was addicted to the softness of your warm skin and the sweet taste of your lips that he had to just swipe his tongue across your them, letting the wet muscle dip into your mouth when you moaned into the kiss.

“keishin.” your voice was nothing less of a breathy whine, your head thrown back as ukai began to press open-mouthed kisses along your neck.

“now you want to call me that.” he hissed as he sucked the delicate skin of your neck into his mouth, teeth scraping at your skin whilst you shuddered in his hold. “go on, pretty doll- call me what you usually do.” your hands were trembling as they snaked up to ukai’s hair, scraping your fingernails along his scalp and letting him groan into the bruising skin of your neck.

“please,” you whimpered, trying desperately to grind your hips into ukai’s like a needy little whore. “please, sir.” blood only rushed to ukai’s cock at the sound of the word being released into a little, pathetic whine. he gripped the meat of your thigh into his hand, hard enough to leave bruises and pulled your leg over his hip, leaving enough access for him to rut his hardening member into your core.

“what do you want, hm, angel?” he breathed, his other hand coming to grab your jaw and force you to look at him. how cute. you looked utterly adorable with your widened eyes almost wet with painful desire, your cheeks flushed and your lips wet, red and swollen, a little bit of saliva trickling down your chin.

“please, sir, i want you to- to-” ukai couldn’t stop kissing at your neck, not when you looked so hopeless and desperate. “i need you!” that was good enough, he thought. he grabbed your arm, not hesitating to flip the open sign to closed before dragging you to the counter. he wasn’t hesitant to press you up against the counter, your back knocking into the hard edge of the wood.

the first time you had met ukai keishin he had pushed you over the very same counter but this was different. it was lewd, lustful and needy and you whimpered into the wood as one of his hands slid up your thigh. his fingertip was gentle as it dragged across your clothed core, gasps escaping you both.

“you’re fucking soaked, angel. i’ve barely done anything and you’re already dripping for me.” you whimpered, grinding yourself down onto the fingers which slipped into your panties and stroked against your dampening folds.

“sir, please, i need to you to do something- i-” a loud, heavy moan ripped from your throat as ukai suddenly pushed a finger into you, groaning as your wetness coated his skin

“fuck, so wet. you’re so tight around me.” ukai could feel his cock throbbing as he pushed in another finger, your walls clinging to him as he finger fucked you. you looked so cute, head thrown back with light breathy whines escaping you and your hips grinding down into his palm.

“just- just fuck me already.” you gasped, your eyes shooting open to meet ukai’s. he couldn’t help but thrust his fingers in faster at the sight of your glassy eyes and you trembled, tugging at his shirt and pulling his lips to yours as he swallowed your moans.

“manners, baby- have some respect.” ukai teased, his teeth dragging your bottom lip as you groaned.

“please, sir, i need you to fuck me.” your pussy was squeezing tighter around his long fingers. “want to- want to cum on your cock.” ukai could’ve came right there untouched with how adorable you looked, begging for him to fuck you with the dirty words making you shy and embarrassed.

“such a cute little sweetie pie you are.” ukai cooed as he slid his fingers out of you, making you whine at the emptiness. his fingers were shining with your slick and he didn’t miss the way you stumbled, gripping the counter behind you tighter as you watched him lick a long stripe along his digits.

“fuck,” he groaned. “you taste so good, angel. i can’t wait to see your pretty little cunt.” a little gasp escaped you as he turned you over, pressing your chest against the counter and lifting the skirt of your dress to reveal your ass. ukai moaned at the sight of the wet patch on your cute cotton panties before he gently tugged them down, strings of slick sticking to the fabric as you whimpered at the sensation of cold air meeting your core.

“sir, please..” your whimpers were getting louder, your ass pushing back as ukai hurried to unbuckle his belt, hissing as he freed his throbbing, weeping cock.

“you’re just so cute.” he breathed in your ear as one hand gripped your hip and the other led his cock to your heat, dragging his length between your slick folds. “begging for me, like a pretty little slut. so needy for my cock.”

the lewd little whines and whimpers that fell from your mouth were just so cute as ukai slowly sheathed himself in your dripping pussy. you gasped, choking on your whines as you adjusted to the delicious stretch, ukai’s heavy wanton moans thick in your ear.

“fuck- you’re so- tight.” he pressed wet kisses against the back of your neck, nails digging into your bare hips. “your pretty little pussy’s squeezing me so tight.” he was right. with each slow, deep stroke, all you could feel was every vein and ridge of his cock pushing against your wet walls.

“faster- faster!” ukai couldn’t ignore your adorable little pleads and he began to thrust in deeper and quicker, the lewd sounds of skin slapping and heavy moans filling the empty shop. you were drunk with each other, ukai’s name falling from your lips as one hand held onto your hip and the other was roaming your body, massaging at your clothed tits.

“ke- keishin!” ukai didn’t mind that you’d dropped the title that had his cock twitching for over a month- it was better to hear his name falling from your lips over and over in pathetic, adorable little whines.

“quiet, princess- you don’t want anyone to walk past and hear you moaning my name like a needy, little slut.” your pussy clenched tighter around him at his depraved words and trying to hold back his moans, ukai gripped your boob tighter, nails digging in through the cloth of your dress and the hand on your hip moving to your clit, swirling so your moans became choked with pleasure. so lost in lust, he didn’t even register your small hand snaking down to your chest, your fingers forcing your way into his hand till you came all over his cock and he released into you moments later, your moans quieting down into pants.

ukai stared at your entwined hands lying on the counter. you were so utterly fucked out, eyes dazed and glossy with tears, lips wet with drool and your hand gripping his like you never wanted to let go. a heavy feeling filled ukai’s chest as he slipped his softening cock out of you, tucking himself back in before he reached for the tissues on the counter, cleaning you up in silence before pulling your panties back up and straightening out your dress.

“i- uh- i came in you- is that okay?” you pushed yourself off the counter, a dazed smile tugging on your lips.

“don’t worry, it’s fine. after all, you made me feel so good.” ukai pretended to ignore the way his stomach jolted at your compliment and he rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly shy and hesitant to meet your eyes.

“let me- let me drive you home.”

the drive to your house was silent. thick, heavy and awkward, you were staring out of the window as ukai tried to focus on the empty road ahead of him, but he couldn’t- not when he could see the way your smile had faded and the crease between your brows grew deeper. finally he rolled to a stop outside your house and you thanked him quickly, not meeting his eyes as you left the car. you didn’t return his quiet ‘see you.’

ukai’s weekend was spent preparing on how to act when he next saw you. he had to go back to normal- he couldn’t act different but it didn’t feel right to be so snappy and dismissive like usual, not when he couldn’t stop thinking about your sweet taste and how you clenched around him and filled his ears with your breathy moans. was he to be kinder? distant and professional? no- any chance of a professional relationship was ruined the moment ukai met you and it was only made worse by just how cute you were.

but his worries were in vain because that monday afternoon you didn’t show up at the shop. ukai sat at his counter, ignoring the rowdy karasuno boys arguing loudly over whether strawberry popsicles were better than raspberry, as he stared out of the glass door. maybe you were ill. or busy- with family or friends or maybe a job interview. but you didn’t come on tuesday morning or wednesday afternoon and soon a whole week passed and ukai’s chest felt heavy and the shop too empty without you.

you weren’t there to hum along to the radio, grinning at him when he grumbled at you to shut up. you weren’t there to cheekily offer him a cigarette between your small fingers everytime the vein in his forehead popped too much. you weren’t there to laugh and joke with customers, to stock the shelves, to walk around in your pretty dresses and beam at ukai and make his heart seem light and fluttery and thump so fast again his chest and-

oh.

ukai slumped in his chair, dragging the cigarette out of his mouth and exhaling the grey smoke with a heavy sigh.

he liked you. but you were gone.

ukai knew it wasn’t the karasuno volleyball team’s fault but he still couldn’t help making them his punching bag- practises were longer and harder, the blond coach ordering them to spike more and harder and refusing to let them leave the gym till they had perfected their serves. he just couldn’t control the burning anger and resentment...and the pain of emptiness without your presence.

rain lashed down from the dark, cloudy sky, soaking through ukai’s tracksuit and chilling him to the bone as he trudged his way back to the store. maybe this was penance for doing what he did to mess things up with you, for bending you over and screwing you so dirtily over his shop counter that you were too scarred to ever face him again.

the little bell rang in the shop and ukai stepped in, sighing heavily as he prepared to hear his mother’s complaints of dripping rainwater and mud everywhere but he froze. his dear, dainty mother wasn’t sat at the counter with her embroidery hoop- it was you.

you stared up at him, eyes wide open with shock and your pretty pink lips parted. ukai’s heart had stopped- he felt dizzy seeing you look so cute and sheepish with your cheeks as pink as the raincoat zipped up to your chin.

“keishin.” you got to your feet hurriedly, fingers clasping together nervously. “i-”

“y/n.” his voice was cold and he hated the way your face dropped, shoulders drooping sadly. “you alright?” he looked away from you as he peeled off his soaking jacket, revealing the damp clothes underneath which made you wince.

“let me get you a towel- you’ll get ill.” ukai was silent and still as you disappeared into the back stockroom momentarily before returning with a white towel. he tried to avoid the tensing of his muscles as you came close to him, standing on your tiptoes to towel at his wet locks gently. he could smell your sweet scent of strawberries, your beautiful eyes flickering down at him ever few seconds, your tongue darting out swiftly to lick at your lips. ukai had never wanted to kiss you more than in that moment but not a lustful kiss with teeth and tongue and moans- a soft, loving kiss that would make you feel the unadultered romantic feelings he had developed for you. the urge was too strong he had to step back and snatch the towel from your hands. your arms fell pathetically to your sides.

“where have you been?” he used the harsh frown as a mask of playing the angry boss but really, his heart felt heavy and hurt with abandonment. maybe it was because he just hoped so but he thought he could see a semblance of sadness on your face in your pouting lips and downcast eyes- maybe, self-indulgently he thought, maybe you had missed him just as much.

“i- i only came back here to resign.” ukai felt like he had been punched square in the throat. he stepped back in surprise, hands fisting around the towel as he forced himself not to hiss. “i managed to find an internship related to my degree,” you continued, staring up at ukai with silently pleading eyes. “and as much as i really enjoy working here with you...” you looked around the shop, eyes momentarily gleaming as grey memories illuminated around the aisles, a trace of a smile lingering on your lips. “it really hurts to be around you.”

it was a quiet whisper. a confession. you sunk into yourself, refusing to meet ukai’s eyes as he edged closer to you.

“hurts?” he echoed. you nodded and in the fluorescent store light, ukai caught the tear gleaming off your cheek. before he could think, he was instinctively moving towards you and brushed them away with the soft pads of his thumbs. with your hot cheeks cradled in his hands, you closed your eyes and nodded.

“it hurts because- because i know you don’t feel the same way and i really wish you did-”

“how do you know that?” ukai’s heart was racing and he could feel the fiery excitement bubbling in him. your eyes shot open and he wanted to laugh; you looked so cute staring at him with your eyes wide and cheeks slightly squished, your lips plumper and pinker.

“but i- i know your parents employed me more because they wanted me to get to know you.” you admitted, eyes flickering away from ukai’s heavy gaze nervously. “and i was really okay with that- even when you were so uninterested and dismissive of me, i still enjoyed your company. but after we- that night-” you swallowed hard after the little whisper and ukai’s heart fluttered a little at the memory of being so close to you, to feeling you and kissing you, to being inside you. “seeing you again and having to pretend like nothing happened- like i don’t have feelings for you- seemed unbearable and i know we can’t go back from that.” you looked so heartbreaking sad that ukai knew he had to speak. he couldn’t make you wait any longer. he couldn’t wait any longer.

“well, you’re wrong.” he cursed at himself at the sharp tone that escaped him, causing you to look at him with fearful shock. he chuckled, relaxing his face with a smile and gently his fingertips began to stroke the soft skin of your cheeks. “this week has been hell for me without you. i like you too, y/n, my cutie.”

ukai had seen you smile so many times- sweet, pretty smiles at his parents and customers and the karasuno boys- but it was nothing compared to the purely beautiful grin of utter delightful joy you graced him with, making his heart feel light and complete.

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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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Rough Mission -> Rough Sex

You always offer Yuuji comfort with your hugs, your kisses, and your words of reassurance. But on the nights when he comes home covered in blood and with that strange look in his eyes, you know that there is only one thing that helps him feel ok again: Sex. And not the sweet love-making kind, but the feral, rough-fucking kind, where Yuuji can let all his pain and anger out.

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: smut Word Count: 1k Warnings: 18+, smut, rough sex, creampie, squirting, biting. Yuuji and reader are in a loving relationship and everything happens with reader's consent. All characters are of age. Divider by @/cafekitsune

The first time it happens, Yuuji tries to flee from you, walking past you with that haunted look on his face, and disappearing in the bathroom, where you find him a minute later, slumped against the wall, breathing harshly, with his eyes pressed shut, and his pants pushed down, his fat throbbing cock in his hand, jacking off furiously in a desperate attempt to get his mind off the horrible mission.

"Yuuji, what are you doing? Why are you here all alone? Let me..."

Golden eyes fly open and stare at you with a mix of pain and despair and something else. A feral glint you have never seen in Yuuji's eyes before. Even his voice sounds different, a low, barely restrained growl,

"Please, stay away... I don't think I can hold back when I'm in this state. Please, baby."

And you realize what the problem is. Oh, sweet Yuuji. Such a hero. So caring and selfless to a fault. He's scared to touch you because he's scared of his own strength. Scared to be too rough with you now that he's losing control.

But you're having none of it. You don't run. You walk over to the boy you love. You tilt your head to look up at him and cup his cheek tenderly while your other hand wraps around his rock-hard cock and pumps it in your fist, milking fat globs of pre-cum out of Yuuji's swollen, dark-pink tip as you tell him,

"I love you, baby. Just fuck all your troubles into me. I promise you it's ok. Please don't hold back."

And Yuuji growls. He really growls, and you know his resolve is slipping.

He fucks you hard on the bathroom floor, rutting into you like an animal in heat, growling and sobbing while he presses you down with his heavy body, taking you over and over again until he has fucked it all out, has fucked all his pain and anger into your spasming cunt.

After that night, he doesn't try to run from you anymore. He comes to you eagerly, seeking the comfort of your body. Seeking the sweet relief he can find in your arms and in your tight pussy.

The moment Yuuji walks into your apartment, you can already see when a mission was a rough one. His golden eyes are on you with that feral glint in them, his broad chest heaving, and his hands balled into fists as he strides toward you like a tiger on the prowl. So strong, so buff, so deadly. You are so wet for him that you don't just soak your panties but also your pajama shorts.

"Come here, Yuu. Fuck me, baby. Be as rough as you need."

He is on you in a split second, growling in the back of his throat as he presses his lips against yours in a fierce, desperate kiss. You still gasp anytime Yuuji lets you get a taste of his superhuman strength and speed. When he rips your clothes off, tearing at them with his strong hands in his urgent need to get you naked and sink his needy cock into your tight cunt and fuck all his anger into you.

His clothes follow a moment later, dropping to the floor in ripped pieces, exposing Yuuji's tall, buff body to you. His buff muscles are flexed, veins standing out from all the adrenaline still pumping through his body. He looks even bigger than usual, so strong, so feral, so fucking sexy.

You moan as Yuuji manhandles you, his large, strong hands flipping you onto your stomach and pushing your head down. A hard slap lands on your ass, and you hear Yuuji growl, followed by a hoarse,

"Fuck! I need you, baby, need to fuck you hard. Please... can I please?"

His fat cock is leaking pre-cum all over your ass in his need to fuck you. He wouldn't even have to ask. You will always give him anything he needs. You push yourself on your knees, ass up, face down, Yuuji's favorite position, offering yourself to him, moaning his name, and telling him to take you as hard as he needs.

And he does.

The growled "Thank you" has barely left Yuuji's lips when he already slams his thick needy cock deep into your soaked cunt with a brutal snap of his hips that makes both of you cry out loudly. Yuuji apologizes even while he grabs your hips and pulls you toward him, rolling his hips against you, fucking you open with hard, deep thrusts that knock the air out of you.

And from now on, it's rough fucking in the most primal way. The headboard is hitting the wall loudly with every hard snap of Yuuji's hips. His grunts and sobs fill the room, just like the wet noises of his fat cock pistoning in and out of your creamy cunt.

It's rough, it's loud, it's messy. Yuuji doesn't hold back anymore, and neither do you. You cream all over his cock several times, shameless and eager, unable to stop yourself from squirting when his swollen cockhead overstimulates your g-spot and the rough slaps of Yuuji's heavy balls against your swollen clit make you keen.

And he cums in you over and over again, not even pulling out in between, cock staying hard all the time because of his insane stamina, fucking you rough into the mattress while his large hands hold you in place and your name falls from his lips like a prayer.

You are both in a frenzy. Both like two animals in heat. Chasing one orgasm after the next.

You push yourself up, reaching frantically behind you to grab Yuuji's hair and moan his name with a voice hoarse from all the loud moaning and squealing, growling just like him as you give yourself over to the most primal need, screaming his name when he rams his fat, angry cock even deeper into you.

Yuuji's muscular arms wrap around you, his large, calloused hands kneading your tits roughly while he fucks you hard. And you urge him on, so eager to make him nut again, to make him forget anything else but the feeling of cumming in you and pulsing his hot seed into your tight cunt.

"Yes, baby, like that, oh god! Fuck me harder, Yuuji! Fuck it all into me, baby!"

Yuuji's teeth close around your shoulder, biting you just like he bites his enemies in the heat of battle. Leaving a mark in the shape of his teeth that you will carry for the rest of your life. He growls and sobs, desperate and horny, even as his hot tears drip down onto your naked body, running down between your tits that jiggle from Yuuji's hard thrusts.

"Fuck! Fuck yes! Thank you, baby, thank... fuck!! Gonna cum again!"

You feel him throb in you, filling you with another thick load of his hot cum, and you follow him a second later. Your cunt clenches wildly around Yuuji's fat, veiny cock, gushing over him and spraying your squirt all over the bed.

You mewl weakly as Yuuji finally slumps against you, his firm pecs and abs pressing against your sweaty skin, his strong arms wrapping tightly around you, this time in a loving embrace. His tall, muscular body embraces you, and his warm lips are on your neck, trailing tender kisses over the fresh bite mark he left, offering his love and care to you now that he feels better.

And you kiss him sweetly, moaning at the feeling of your cunt pulsing around Yuuji's gradually softening cock. There's a tender smile on Yuuji's face when he tells you he loves you. And you caress his hair and tell him you'll always be there for him. Any way he needs you. It's ok. Rough mission, rough sex.

FERAL YUUJI DRIVES ME FERAL TOO 💗💗 I love seeing him fight and get angry, but it also makes me yearn so much for him and want to comfort him. So yeah, he could get anything he needs, anytime he needs and as often as he needs it. I am so in love aaahh 💗

I hope you liked this horny little story about comforting Yuuji with sex ;) Please let me know what you think and scream with me about our fave hero!!

Comments and reblogs would be very sweet 💗

I have this headcanon that Toji actually has a lot of money but just acts like a bum and an asshole because he wants to find someone who will actually put up with his shit and still wanna be with him through all of it.

Like think about it this man, known as the sorcerer killer, is getting paid literal millions per job to murder people and do all kinds of sus shit. He's just not gambling and drinking all of that away. (truthfully gege said in the official fan book that Toji doesnt even like drinking cause he cant get drunk. His heavenly restriction body is just that OP lol).

When it comes down to it the man just doesn't give a fuck about money especially coming from a snobby rich ass family who abused him. If anything I think he would grow to resent it.

And stemming from that what he likely hates the most is fake people. It's why he is so blunt and just does what he wants. Most importantly why he lies about having money to you.

Imagine though working and paying for his shit for literal years on top of raising Megumi.

Then one day you are sitting at the kitchen table going through bills. You tell Toji you are going to be home late and to warm up leftovers because you have to work a double shift. Your car just broke down and Megumi has a class trip coming up, all that you still need to pay for.

Toji smirks and just casually drops a black card on the table then walks away, waving you off.

"use this mamas."

a/n: i would highkey try to beat this man's ass. we would fr fuck box. then i'm picking up Gumi early from school and heading straight to ginza and balling tf out lmfao.

tags: japanese is not reader’s first language (or mine so sorry if i made a mistake!), and she has an accent and struggles to pronounce a sentence (it wasn’t warm), established relationship, satoru is whipped.

word count: 0,3k. very short :)

satoru loves you like a breezy summer night. it’s hot for most of the day, yet when open the balcony door at 3am, you sigh in content at the icy air. he loves you like the smell of waffles coming from the kitchen, they’re not burnt or undercooked, they’re crispy and golden and you sprinkle some nuts on top after cutting slices of banana and drizzling some honey. but what satoru is sure of, is that he loves you as if he were there the day you were created.

he admires what you do with adoration, admiration and love. he doesn’t need to give verbal praise for you to know that he is so proud of you.

“so when I went to check my plate in the microwave, it was not–it was not warm—“ you struggle a bit with the pronunciation of the japanese phrase, your accent slipping and you cover your mouth in embarrassment. you were telling your boyfriend about how you should fix the microwave, but somehow managed to struggle so much with a sentence. satoru is quick to remove your hand and join in the laugh, but he pulls you towards his chest carefully and throws his head back.

the heart that once felt empty, unsatisfied was now filled with nothing but love. pure, unconditional love for a person who came into his life on a whim.

“it was not warm,” satoru repeats lowly, the words gliding out of his mouth with so much ease. he is an expert at this, given that it is his native language. he resta his hands on your shoulders as his eyes rake over your face. the slight flush to it is adorable, he thinks.

“it was…not warm,”

“good job,” his voice drops a volume lower, his hands holding your face as his thumbs caress your cheeks. “my smart girl, knows so many languages that her brain gets a little fried sometimes,”

“it does,” as you sigh, you get on your tip toes and peck his lips. but once is never enough for satoru, so he pecks you again. and again and again.

“enough. you have work to do,” your hand pushes softly at his chest, giggling when he starts to kiss under your ear.

“work can wait,”

“what if it’s an emergency?”

“let em die—“

“no!”

based on what i found on google, “it wasn’t warm” translates to “Atatakakunakatta” so i thought why not! if it’s wrong tho, do correct me pls!

note: based on a cute thing @aurelianamu told me abt her and satoru :) this one’s for you best friend!