"becoming roommates won't ruin our friendship" but the two of you fall for each other immediately and can't admit it
when he drunkenly brings home a girl (trying to clear his head of the wet dreams he's having of his "best friend") she's LOUD. crying and screaming and begging. he's going to make her cum, of course, because thats whats fair, but he needs her to shut up--
"close your fucking mouth, i have a roommate,"
"it's just too good-" she's almost shouting. "your cock is so good-"
he has to force her face into the pillow for a bit of relief...
you don't say anything the next day, but that night he's woken but the sound of your headboard slamming into the wall and some guy grunting as he fucks you.
something something, shouto getting his little fruity pink umbrella drink at the bar with friends then coming home and fucking you into the next dimension, his mouth still sweet with strawberry and prosecco
making a marriage pact with your best friend that you’ll marry each other if you’re both still single by 30. finding out years later that he’s subverted every attempt another man has made to date you in the interim…
You shouldn't get so close. You shouldn't flirt so blatantly. You'll blame it on the alcohol later. You've had a rough night, and Ukai looks like exactly what you need to wind down after the clubbing fiasco you just survived.
KEISHIN UKAI X FEM! TEACHER! READER | strangers to lovers, miscommunications, smut (mdni), pet names (baby, teach), shotgunning, semi-public, drunk sex, car sex, piv, creampie, light degradation, reader is mean to ukai but he's into it. wordcount: 6k | read on ao3
a/n: special tag for @xiaoale who inspired the title :33 i hope u like breathing his cigarette smoke …
"Hey, you can't smoke on school property."
The late spring air is warm all around you, with the sun eagerly beaming down, and the air smelling like flowers and new beginnings.
And cigarette smoke. You scrunch your nose.
The man outside the school gym has blonde spiky hair and pierced ears. He's hot, in the kind of way you appreciated in your teens. You'd definitely been drooling over him in high school. Maybe in university too.
Today, you aren't. You're actually pretty annoyed because it's way too late for some random dude to be loitering around the school grounds, and after spending all evening grading papers, you just want to go home.
He turns to you, raising a brow.
"Sorry, I didn't know," he says, but he doesn't put the cigarette out. You can faintly hear the thuds of volleyballs being spiked from inside the gym, and you glance behind him. The man notices and smiles.
"Sorry. We're training."
"You're training?" you ask, unimpressed. He nods.
"Volleyball."
You raise a brow. It's no secret that the Karasuno volleyball club is not very good. You've only been working at Karasuno for two years, so you haven't ever seen the team in its glory days, but even so, you don't remember the team having a blonde-haired coach.
Surely, you would've noticed a guy like him.
The call of your name stops you, and you see Takeda appearing out of nowhere. Instantly relaxing, you smile, greeting your colleague.
"This is Coach Ukai," Takeda introduces.
You take the opportunity to look this coach Ukai up and down again, silently appreciating his broad shoulders and clearly athletic build. You're still a little annoyed, though, so you push those thoughts away.
"I thought Coach Ukai was older," you say. There's a lilt in your voice now that Takeda is here too. Ukai doesn't miss it, though the man beside him is oblivious. The instant change in your demeanour bothers him, for some reason. Why are you so icy with him when you have no problem being kind to your coworker? Takeda laughs, waving his hands in front of him.
"Oh yes, this is his grandson."
You nod, and Ukai smiles at you again, taking one final drag of his cigarette before throwing it on the ground and putting it out with his shoe. You frown at the action.
"You still can't smoke here." You stare pointedly down at the cigarette butt before you meet Ukai's gaze again. Takeda begins to apologise profusely, bowing to you. You shake your head, smiling.
"It's no worries! Now you know." You beam before you give Ukai one last look. Then you turn around, walking back towards where you were headed before you spotted the coach smoking.
God, Ukai already thinks he needs another cigarette.
Autumn comes, and much to your dismay, you don't manage to avoid flu season. You wake with a thrumming headache and your whole body hurting, and you groan into your pillow, dreading calling in sick.
You spend the morning and midday in your bed, wrapped in blankets, but eventually the hunger becomes too big to ignore. Staring into your empty fridge, you sigh loudly, wincing when another pang of pain shudders through your body.
Convenience store it is.
You don't usually frequent the convenience store that's closest to your apartment, instead opting for the one near your school since it's easier to do on your way home. Which is why you stop dead in your tracks when you enter the store, making eye contact with the blonde man standing at the register.
Ukai's eyes trail down your form. You suddenly feel self-conscious, sporting a pair of sweatpants and a baggy tee with a suspicious stain on it. You haven't done much to your hair either, and you think there might be several strands sticking in directions they usually don't.
"You done checking me out?" you ask as you begin to walk towards the cup noodle aisle. The blonde man trails after you, but he's careful to keep his distance.
"Damn, teach," he mutters, and there's a teasing edge to his tone you don't miss. "You sick or somethin?"
The banter makes you roll your eyes. You've been on greeting terms with the coach ever since your first meeting, but he has a habit of acting as if you're closer than you technically are. He's accepted that he can't smoke on school grounds, but somehow he manages to always have his smoking break right outside the school whenever you're leaving work for the day.
"What does it look like?"
You grab several bags of noodles before going towards the freezers. Ukai chuckles, still lingering while you fish out frozen soup from a freezer.
He lets you finish your shopping without anymore questions, which you're grateful for as you grab an array of snacks and somewhat-meals from the shelves.
"You need a bag for that?" he asks when you make it back to the till, and you nod, realising you forgot your reusable one at home.
He hums as he begins to bag the items for you.
"Oh, you don't have to. I can—"
"Don't push it."
His eyes flicker to yours, sharp gaze making the protests die on your tongue. You purse your lips, silently standing there while he finishes up.
"How much do I owe you?" you ask, reaching for your wallet. Ukai shakes his head, pushing the bag towards you.
"It's on the house,"
"Coach, I can't let you do that." You sigh, hesitantly staring at the bag full of snacks.
Ukai looks you over before he smiles.
"Think of it as me returning the favour."
"What?" You blink, confused as to what he's referring to. You don't remember doing him any favours.
"You let Kageyama and Ginger retake their tests earlier so they could make it to the training camp on time."
"Ginger?" You tilt your head, confused.
"Hinata."
Your nose scrunches for a beat, and Ukai finds it endlessly adorable. Even if you're sick, and your hair is a mess, and you're clearly wearing something you wouldn't normally leave the house in. He shouldn't enjoy it so much, the crack in your otherwise perfect teacher facade. But it is endearing to see you, who's always nagging at him not to smoke in front of the students, with a runny nose.
"You really shouldn't be calling the students names."
"Oh, please, carrot top doesn't care." Ukai dismisses with a grin.
You stare at him for a while. Then you smile.
"You care about them."
You smile as though you've found dirt on him, too. Ukai doesn't mind people knowing he cares about the boys. Even if he did make Kageyama and Tsukishima run laps till they could barely walk anymore just yesterday. But he lets you have it because he likes the way you look at him.
He holds out the bag for you, motioning for you to take it.
"Get out of my store before you get me sick too."
"Thanks, coach." You take the bag, winking at him. It makes him unable to retort anything smart, taken aback by your sudden… flirtations?
Is that what that was?
Ukai hasn't been with anyone recently enough to remember. All he thinks about is the store, his grandpa, bills, and volleyball. He watches you leave, eyes trailing your form.
Fuck.
A student caught cheating on their test. A parent screaming at you. The principal throwing you under the bus for something that wasn't your fault.
As if you’re not already also feeling the usual wear and tear that comes with the shorter, darker days in autumn, as well as the trees slowly going bald and the wind gaining more bite.
You're tired.
"Can I bum one?"
"What?"
Ukai is standing in his usual place, right outside the school. He looks as good as ever, wearing one of his tracksuits. His hair is pulled back by his headband, as always.
Your favourite delinquent.
"Sure, yeah," Ukai states, pulling his pack out of his pocket. "I didn't think you were a smoker."
You put the cigarette between your lips, and before you can ask for a lighter, he lights it for you. You inhale while looking at him, and he doesn’t break eye contact.
"I'm not," you eventually reply.
He stares at the cigarette in your hand. You do look good like that. In your dress shirt and skirt, smoking.
"I only smoke at parties, and with guys I find hot," you say bluntly. The tips of Ukai's ears turn a faint pink.
"You think I'm hot?" he asks. You don't reply, instead opting to take another drag as you lean up against the wall behind you.
"I'm so tired," you say, closing your eyes.
"Rough day?"
"You have no idea."
You stand in silence for a while before you glance over at him. He meets your gaze immediately.
"How's that volleyball thing going for ya?"
His grin turns wide, clearly delighted that you asked. He looks stupidly handsome like that, you think. Maybe you're not so over piercings and dyed hair or whatever you told yourself.
Not when it's on him anyway.
"It's good actually," he says. "Still a lot of work, but I see a lot of potential in them."
You nod. It's fun to watch him talk about volleyball. There's a glint in his eyes.
"Ginger's technique is… questionable. But he makes up for it with eagerness. And Kageyama's bad attitude is finally starting to melt."
You snort.
"I've always liked those two. Even though I think most of what I try to teach them goes in one ear and out another."
"They're probably thinking about volleyball." Ukai laughs, and you shake your head.
"I bet," you say. You exhale again, nearly blowing smoke in Ukai's face, and he teasingly bats it away. "As long as I manage to teach them something,"
"I'm sure you do." He replies, grinning at you.
You've reached the end of your cigarette. Ukai has too, but he's holding it between his fingers like it's still worth something. You push off the wall.
"Well, this was nice. I should get going," you say.
"I'll see you around."
He doesn't make a move to go. They're probably still training even though it's late. You've noticed Hinata sleeping in class occasionally. You don't have the heart to tell him off for it.
"Goodnight, coach." You wave at him, and he nods.
Stupidly handsome.
The walk to the school gym is as humiliating as it could be.
But it's already December, and you're concerned about a few of your students' participation in class.
You pass a few students on the way in, but they're too busy bickering to question why you're there. Something you're grateful for, since you're not sure what your answer would be.
The blonde man you're looking for is putting away the last supplies in the otherwise empty hall. Your heels are loud against the hardwood floor, catching his attention.
Ukai raises a brow.
"Shouldn't the students be doing the cleaning up?" you ask, teasingly.
He puts his hands on his hips, resembling a strict teacher. It makes you smile a little.
"I sent them home so they could get some sleep," he replies. "What brings you here, teach?"
You sigh, glancing around, taking in the volleyballs still scattered all over the court. Ukai is gathering them one by one, putting them all in a big net.
"I'm worried for a few of the third years," you reply, and Ukai nods. "They should be focusing on their finals."
"They are focusing," Ukai says, putting another ball in the net.
"On volleyball," you reply, tilting your head.
"On the Spring Tournament." Ukai retorts. He's stopped cleaning up now, instead focusing his whole attention on you. You feel warm under his gaze.
"That's not school."
"It's the nationals. For some of these kids, it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
"Listen, I think it's important for the kids to have hobbies, but—"
"This is important to them." Ukai interrupts you, and you blink at him. For a second, you think of the older teachers in the break room, all talking about how kids these days don't take anything seriously enough.
Do you want to become like them?
As if Ukai can tell your inner conflict, he deflates before the corners of his mouth tilt upwards.
"Okay."
"What?" you ask, confused.
"Okay. I'll tell them. But what's in it for me?"
The air becomes charged. Different. You notice it instantly, and it makes you feel flustered.
"What do you mean?"
"What do I gain?" Ukai asks, stepping closer. He's taller than you, you notice for the first time. Quite a bit taller even when you're wearing heels.
"Huh, teach?" he says, and you have no idea what to reply.
"I don't—"
He kisses you then. Drops the volleyball in his hands so he can pull you in, and kisses you with a firm hand on your cheek, wasting no time to deepen it. You moan into his mouth, and you feel him chuckle as you cling to him.
It makes you a little dizzy, the way he licks into your mouth, exploring. Something hot curls in your stomach, and you pull him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He tastes like cigarettes and bad decisions, and it makes you relax instantly. He's a good kisser, attentive to how you like it, quickly getting the hang of it. It makes your knees weak, and you're too dumbfounded to speak when he pulls away. Ukai grins.
"I'll tell them, teach. But it's up to them what they want to do."
"Okay," you squeak, stumbling back. "Uhhh, thanks?" you say, and it comes out more like a question than you intended.
Ukai shrugs before he begins collecting more volleyballs.
"Get home safe,"
He becomes a ghost. You don't see him on his smoke breaks, despite the fact that you leave at the same time you always do. When they're at the tournament in Tokyo, you get it, but even when they return, and you know the club is training at home, you still don't see him.
In your stubbornness, you refuse to search for him. He's the one who practically threw himself at you, so shouldn't he be the one finding you?
You're not 16 anymore, so why are you pining over a guy like this?
Goddammit.
This is why you shouldn't trust blonde men, especially ones with awful dye jobs and sexy piercings.
Wait what?
So you throw yourself into grading exams and helping your students get ready for entrance exams. You pointedly ignore when your coworkers talk about how amazing it was that the volleyball club made it all the way to the Spring Tournament in Tokyo.
Towards the end of the semester, you've gone weeks without seeing him.
And then he's there.
Smoking on school property.
It's a cold and dark day in February, and he's the last person you want to see right now. Shivering, you pull your coat tighter around you, frowning at the sun that's already threatening to leave you in darkness for the rest of the day.
Your cheeks burn, despite the cold weather, when he looks up and smiles at you, tilting his head to the side.
"Hey, teach," he simply says.
"You still can't smoke here," you say, walking past him. He's quick on your heels, taking another drag.
"The students have all gone home," he says.
"It's the principle," you respond, sending him a glare. He's still smiling. You're starting to think he likes it when you're mad at him.
"Where have you been?" You ask. He raises his brows like he's surprised you didn't know. How could you possibly not when they've been the talk of the town ever since they made it to the Spring Tournament?
"What?"
"I haven't seen you in weeks," you say, embarrassed that you even have to explain this to him. "You don't just kiss people and then disappear."
"We were in Tokyo."
He looks bewildered. You cross your arms. Stupid man with stupid piercings and stupid, stupid, kissable lips.
"For a month? You pretty much ghosted me."
"I thought you knew?"
His puppy eyes won't work. He's not as innocent as he seems. He's evil, evil, evil—
He frowns, but it looks more like a pout.
"So that's it then? You just arrange your whole life around volleyball?" You ask.
"Yes?" He says, sounding unsure. The scolding glare you give him makes him hesitate. "Fuck, sorry, I mean—"
You begin to walk away from him, tired of his explanations. You aren't even dating. You shouldn't be upset. He's just a cute guy who got you snacks that one time. Nothing special.
"Wait up for a second," he calls after you, but you keep walking.
The call of your name makes you stop in your tracks. Authority seeps through his tone, making your knees weak and your mind quiet.
Did he just use the fucking coach voice on you?
You glare back at him.
"I do care a lot about volleyball," Ukai says, scratching the back of his neck. "I just kinda— I thought you'd be fine?"
You process the words, deflating. Ukai awkwardly stands there, waiting for your judgement. You should be fine. That's the problem. You should be, but you aren't.
He must really be an idiot.
It makes you scoff, more so at yourself than him, but your lips are already curling upwards, and Ukai's shoulders ease in response, his whole posture becoming calmer. You shake your head, but you're still smiling.
"You're actually the dumbest man I've ever met," you say, and he shrugs.
You begin to walk, and he watches you go.
"Are you still mad at me?"
"Ask me again tomorrow, coach."
The club your friends make you go to is three towns over. That was your only demand, given that you know some of your students have tendencies to be out and about late, and you're not interested in running into any of them off the clock.
Drunk and wearing the tiny dress your friend borrowed you.
Still, you're excited to let a little loose, dolling yourself up and wearing a pair of heels you haven't worn in months.
For the better part of the evening, it's nice.
You dance with your friends, accept drinks from a cute guy here and there. You do a round of shots, and then you dance some more. Somewhere between Rihanna and Charli XCX, you lose two friends, but you gather that they're together, so you give up on finding them.
Then your other friend finds some guy she wants to go home with, and suddenly you're alone.
Alone, sobering up, and very annoyed that your friends broke the most important rule and left you alone in a nightclub, 45 minutes away from where you live.
You exit the club, shivering at the early spring air hitting you. Despite the fact that it's march, your choice of clothing is far too optimistic compared to the weather. Still, it's nice to finally breathe.
Breathe… cigarette smoke. Annoyed, you glance at the man smoking against the wall right outside the club before you begin to search for your phone, hoping you can call the friends you lost earlier in the night.
"You clean up nicely."
You stop in your tracks, turning to look at the man leaning against the wall. Cigarette in his hand just like the first time you met him, yet this time he's already grinning at you. He's eyeing your dress with little shame. You're too drunk to care, and you grin at him, forgetting all about your friends.
"I always look good, coach," you say, stepping closer. He hums, taking another drag of his cigarette.
"Why are you here? You following me or something?"
Ukai let's out a genuine laugh, smiling down at you as you step into his personal space. You're so close so can smell his cologne, mixing with the cigarette smoke.
You shouldn't get so close. You shouldn't flirt so blatantly. You'll blame it on the alcohol later. You've had a rough night, and Ukai looks like exactly what you need to wind down after the clubbing fiasco you just survived.
Plus, he owes you this. For kissing you and making you all confused and then barely acknowledging it afterwards.
Like a jerk.
"Not following you, I promise."
"That's a shame."
"I— uhhh." Ukai's eyes flick down, glancing at your cleavage. "A few friends wanted to go out."
"Why aren't you with your friends?" You tilt your head to the side, and Ukai swallows. Your gaze follows his Adam's apple, and you smile.
"I'm not much for clubbing."
You hum sympathetically, and it makes it curl hot in his stomach.
"Neither am I."
"Can I?" you ask, motioning at the cigarette. He hums, like he's thinking about it. Then he takes another long drag and motions you to come closer, and you do, stepping so close you're nearly touching. He leans down, grabbing your chin and angling your head how he likes. He slowly blows the smoke at you, and you inhale in turn, keeping eye contact. The smoke stings a little, combined with the alcohol already in your system, but you feel the nicotine making you slightly lighter.
He pulls away again, and you exhale, still looking up at him.
"Did you drive here?" you ask, tilting your head. You look pretty, Ukai thinks, looking up at him through your lashes. He nods because his throat feels too dry for him to form an answer.
"Let's go," you say, grabbing his hand.
"What?" he asks, but he follows you as you march towards the parking lot.
"I want to fuck you."
Ukai feels as though you just stole the air from his lungs. He eyes your backside, appreciating the way your tiny dress clings to your hips. It's so different compared to the thing you wear when you're at work.
"So are you still mad?" he asks, with bated breath.
You glance over your shoulder, but you don't reply.
You make him show you where his car is parked, and then you fling open the door by the driver's seat and push him in. He can barely think before you're climbing into his lap and slamming the door behind you. The parking lot is dark, and there's no one near, but it's still risky. There are a few awkward seconds of him trying to adjust the car seat so you can move around in the cramped space better.
You crash your lips to his, and ignore the voice in the back of your head that screams that this is a bad idea.
It can't be, not when he tastes like cigarettes and beer, and everything you need right now. Not when his bulge is already pressing against your core, making you dizzy, not when his big hands grab your hips tightly, and he moans into your mouth.
You giggle, running your fingers through his bleached hair. You grab his stupid headband and throw it somewhere else in the car. Pulling back, you take him in, smiling at his dishevelled look. He's still panting, lips already swollen from your short assault.
"You really gonna fuck the volleyball coach in his car, miss teacher?" he asks, and you flush, but you still grind your hips into his again, just to watch the way his lips part.
"So what if I am?" you reply, tilting your head. Ukai only smiles, and one of his big hands trails up your back before cupping the back of your head and pulling you into yet another kiss. He licks into your mouth, tasting the fruity drink you had earlier. You moan in return, kissing him while you keep tugging on his hair.
You move your hips languidly against his, and you know you're probably staining his pants with how wet you already are. It's almost unbearable at this point, the way your clit is throbbing while you grind down in search of friction.
Ukai is not much better off, kissing you harder as he lets you control the pace of your hips. Yet his cock is straining in his boxers, desperate to be freed. He kisses down your throat, sloppily trailing spit across your skin as he pushes your hair out of the way.
"You're so fucking sexy, you know that?" he groans, as if you've committed a crime. You moan when he bites the junction of your throat and shoulder, the faint pain only making you more aroused. "Always waltzing around the school grounds like you own the place."
"Fuck off," you breathe, no real bite in your tone. Ukai pinches your nipple through the fabric of your dress, and you whine. The sound makes him lightheaded, and he pulls back so he can slip down the straps of your dress, pulling down till your tits spill out.
"Love this little number on you too,"
He motions at the tiny dress you're wearing, the one that's now bundled around your stomach. He doesn't wait a second more, quickly attaching his mouth to your nipple. You gasp, grabbing onto his shoulders at the sudden stimulation. He appreciatively squeezes your other tit, and he moans when he watches your skin spill out between his fingers.
"Love your tits,"
"You're so crude. Are you sure you should be working with children?"
"I'm a great coach, thank you."
He bites your boob gently, grinning when your hips stutter against his. Growing impatient, you fumble with his waistband, pulling his cock out of his pants. The sheer size of it makes your jaw drop, pearly precum already beading at his tip as you slowly stroke him. He moans, still drooling on your chest while you feel him twitch in your hands.
Despite the blissful expression on his face, he's clearly growing impatient too, as he bunches your dress up around your waist further. He whistles when he sees your pink panties.
"Were you hoping to get laid tonight?"
"I wear pretty panties cause I want to," you bite back, furrowing your brows at him.
"Of course you do, sorry, baby,"
The nickname slips off his tongue easily, and you don't correct him. You just squeeze around the base of his cock like a warning, making him hiss. He puts his hand over yours, while his other tightens on your hip. Slapping his cock against your stomach, you both gaze down.
He smears precum on you with no remorse for the fact that he's dirtying your soft skin.
"See how deep I'm gonna go?" he asks, tapping the head of his cock against your stomach, as he begins to slide your panties to the side. He runs his fingers through your wet folds before plunging a finger into your heat. You gasp, your soft walls squeezing around the intrusion.
He doesn't have to finger you for long before you feverishly press your lips to his in between moans, begging him to fuck you. You reach down and help him press his cock to your entrance, and he groans, throwing his head back, when his tip is enveloped in your warm heat.
"Fuck," he mutters, watching where you're connected. He pulls out again, teasing you like that, before he presses in again, this time giving you a few more inches. He feels your tight cunt slowly adjusting to him, allowing him to slowly feed you inch after inch.
By the time your clit meets his pelvis, you're dizzy, grabbing onto him for dear life. He is deep. Even the sight of his tip smearing arousal on your stomach couldn't prepare you for how it feels to actually have him inside you.
You hide your face in the crook of his neck, moaning helplessly when he begins to rock you back and forth, practically cooing at you.
"That's it, baby, you're taking it so well."
To hear him praise you so seamlessly only works to make you more dizzy, clinging onto him as you begin to move your hips in tandem with his, gasping into his ear.
"Feels good?"
"Yeah," you reply, too dumb to form a real sentence. Ukai seems to sense this too, and he laughs as he starts to actually bounce you in his lap, the slick sound of skin against skin filling the car. You can hear how wet you are, dripping all over him while he fucks you.
It feels good, as it feels irresponsible to be fucking him like that, in a dark parking lot in the middle of the night. Anyone could walk past, but you're too occupied with the thought of coming that you're not even sure you'd stop if someone did.
Ukai seems to be in the same headspace, groaning into your chest as he messily trails kisses all over your tits while you bounce in his lap. You gasp when he hits your G-spot, and he notices, grinning up at you.
"That felt good, huh?"
He angles you so he can hit your sweet spot again and again, repeatedly making a jolt of pleasure rush through you. You won't last long, especially not when he reaches a hand down to messily circle your clit.
The dual stimulation makes your jaw drop, and your moan feels forced out of you. Your pussy squeezes around him, making his hips stutter, before he quickly resumes the pace.
"Who knew," he mutters, out of breath, as his eyes ravenously take you in. "Who knew you just needed to get fucked,"
You whimper, shaking your head.
"No?" he asks, fake pity lacing his voice. "You sure that's not why you've been acting all fussy with me?"
Your eyes narrow, but you don't stop for a second, still riding him like your life depends on it.
"I'm not fussy," you pant, shaking your head. "You shouldn't smoke in front of the students."
You moan, messily kissing him again. You're so close you can almost taste it.
"No, I suppose it's better to be shotgunning pretty women in front of clubs," he teases, grinning at you. His thumb presses firmer circles into your clit now, and he feels the way you pulse and clench around him.
You come with a broken cry, collapsing against his chest. He lets you ride it out, guiding you with a firm hand as you twitch and pant, pleasure washing over you in waves.
When you come back down, he's pressing his lips to yours, cock furiously twitching inside you as he tries to keep himself from coming. He's not ready for this to be over yet.
You moan into the kisses when he starts moving again, grinding in that deep, slow way that makes your brain go static as you simply just take it, your body feeling like jelly.
You bury your face in his neck, breathing in his scent, biting and licking and kissing his skin. It only works to make Ukai begin to bounce you in his lap yet again, moving you up and down, a breathy whimper leaving him when your pussy clenches down on him.
Despite it, it doesn't take long for him to feel his orgasm approaching again, a telltale sign of heat blooming in his gut. He groans, and you whine in response.
"Wanna feel it, coach," you whine into his ear, nibbling on his earlobe. Ukai squeezes his eyes shut. It shouldn't, but you using his title does something to him. He feels the tips of his ears warming, probably blooming pink already, and he knows his face is no better.
"Please, please, please," you continue, and your hips begin to meet his own, as you deliberately grind your clit against his pelvis, moaning at the friction of his pubes against your sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna—“
You break before him the second time, but he's right behind you, gasping as he fills you up with sticky cum. You seem satisfied, though, humming into his ear.
You ride it out before you pull back, and both of you watch as you lift your hips, letting his messy cock fall against his stomach. Cum drips out of your swollen pussy, and you play with the mess.
Ukai watches, entranced. He wonders if you'd let him do this again. He really hopes so, because the image of his cum all over your messy cunt is ingrained in his brain forever. He's speechless when you bring two fingers to your lips, licking them clean. You keep eye contact with a spent hum, and he brings his hand to your mouth, replacing your own fingers with his thumb.
You wrap your lips around his digit without question, gently biting down with a glint in your eyes. If you feel the way his cock twitches, you don't acknowledge it.
He removes his thumb with a pop, and the giggle you let out is almost girlish, as you wrap your arms around his neck. You grind your pussy on top of his spent cock, and he hisses at the sensitivity.
"That was fun," you say, tilting your head to the side. "If you tell anyone, though, I'll kill you."
Ukai laughs unexpectedly. His cock twitches yet again at the thought of being your secret boy toy, and you clearly notice, because your smile turns wicked within a second.
"Drive me home?" you ask, and Ukai nods.
"Yeah, just gimme a second to—" he trails off, but you don't seem to mind. Happily, you put your arms through the straps of your dress again, and Ukai pouts when you pull it up, hiding those gorgeous tits of yours. You put your panties back in place, and then you climb over the console, getting in the passenger seat.
"There's probably gonna be cum on your seat," you say, wincing uncomfortably. Ukai laughs before tugging his cock back into his pants. The state of his boxers and pants isn't much better, still damp with your arousal.
"I'm still mad at you," you say, staring out the window as he pulls out of the parking lot.
"You are?" he echoes, and you nod.
"For kissing me and then acting as if it didn't happen."
"Ah," Ukai keeps his eyes on the road, but he doesn't miss the way you shift in your seat out of the corner of his eye. "I'm sorry about that."
You scoff a little, and Ukai reaches a hand over, squeezing your thigh. You watch the way his big hand digs into the soft fat of your thigh. Calloused and rough, probably from spiking balls since he was a kid.
"I didn't mean to ignore you," Ukai says. His thumb caresses your inner thigh, dangerously close to the sticky mess between your legs.
"I got scared."
"What?"
"You're sexy and intelligent, and you're always nagging me—" He sighs, stopping for a second like he can't quite find the words. "I didn't wanna mess up."
He glances over at you.
"And I do think about volleyball. A lot. Definitely more than the average person."
"You're an idiot," you say and Ukai groans.
"You can't say that, I'll get hard again."
This makes you genuinely laugh, and he squeezes your thigh.
"I'm sorry too," you mutter, and he perks up, grinning, but still looking forward at the road. "I overthink. And then it felt like you dipped, and I lashed out. I should've texted you or something."
"You don't have my number." He interjects, squeezing your thigh yet again.
"We should probably fix that." You huff, shifting again. His cum is slowly pooling in your underwear, and it makes your cheeks feel warm.
Letting him come inside before even having his number on your phone. This man is making you act seriously irrational.
"You're hot too," you admit, with a roll of your eyes that he doesn't miss. He grins, shaking his head.
"You're gonna give me a complex."
"You deserve it."
You spend the rest of the car ride in silence, aside from the radio in the background. When he pulls up in front of your apartment complex, you tilt your head at him.
"There's a parking lot behind the building."
Ukai blinks. He's delighted, but he'll admit part of him that’s scared, thought this was a one-time thing. By the look in your eyes, it's clearly not. He's excited. A little scared. He knows he still needs to earn his place beside you. He wants to learn what you eat for breakfast and how you like your tea.
"You're gonna walk me to the door, right, coach?"
ukai fumbling because he only thinks about high school volleyball is canon to me. thank you for coming to my ted talk. <3
this was just supposed to be car sex idk how it turned into 6k words . i don’t want to talk about it okay
🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ characters are adults. boyfriend!megumi fushiguro and fem!reader. established relationship, somnophilia, pussy jobs, clothed sex, free use, cum play. ꒰ gumi decides that getting you off feels best when you’re asleep and dreaming. ꒱
megumi likes them most when you’re too tired for a proper fucking. he crawls over you while you sleep and shrouds you in his shadow — wide shoulders kissed by moonlight that hide you from the eclipse — his fingers soft against your hips like the gentle twinkle of stars in the distance as he presses your knees into your shoulders.
“easy, baby girl, s’just me,” his voice is hoarse with crumbling restraint, weighed down in his throat by his insatiable greed. sweatpants have long since been rolled down and nestled under balls that twitch with a brilliant and impending load. megumi’s cock his heavy against your stomach — the head vibrant red whilst it oozes pre onto the frilly waistband of your panties.
at first — he smacks himself against your clothed core, prodding at your hole which he craves the energy to fill. for now, megumi makes it work. he finds that he adores the white cotton undergarments you wear. frilly with a delicate pink bow just under your navel. he doesn’t take them off. too fond of the decoration to his sin. he doesn’t even tuck them to the side, he slides himself through the loop of fabric at your leg and thrusts. careful, tentative, and slow as if to make you really feel it. prominent veins pulsing where they meet your beating clit.
you stir cutely, calling his name as if to greet him in your dream. megumi kisses the crease between your brows — soothing, attentive. “i’ve got you, let me make you feel good.”
claggy, syrupy sounds cling to the cool night, arousal catching on megumi’s shaft with each pass through your sopping mound. you’ve probably no idea how wet you are, tendrils of sleep woven around your mind — making you pliant and perfect for him. he hisses when you clench around nothing but catch on every part of him, aching to be filled with his length.
the gusset of your soft cotton panties darken in the exchange of slick and precum — the gooey strands forming a strong web where he ends and you begin. much like the rise of your sun and the fall of his moon, the cycle of pleasure is endless and it embraces you even in deep slumber. his hips draw back, pearlescent and slender, and his mushroomed tip slips beneath the scalloped edge of your underwear once more. using nimble fingers and a gentle grip as to not spark any over-sensitivity — fushiguro takes hold of himself, his curved lengthy shaft bobbing in between nimble digits, for better leverage. rubbing his milky oozing head back and forth over your arousal beading nub.
occasionally he dips past the tight ring of your entrance, shuddering at your iron grip — pride tingling within the gap between brain and his skull at how selfishly you lock down on him even when you’re not awake to show the world.
he’ll always count his lucky stars that you’re so eager, so willing to let him have you as he sees fit. awake or asleep your precious pussy belongs to him. in the depths of your consciousness she craves him, it’s obvious in the way your hips canter upwards to meet megumi’s as your high approaches like rushing rapids. the manner in which your back bows towards the night sky — forcing his chest to yours as though you are trying to fuse your heartbeats into one.
“so good to me. so fucking good.” megumi coos under his breath, hidden beneath his aerated moans because he cums not too long after. limbs wobbly with his collapse on top of you imminent. his weight your shaky, sleepy frame is accompanied a shot of translucent, viscous white into the seat of your panties. the flood swirling with heated gush of nectar from your abused slit. all of it smears lewdly through your abused folds, white on your sensitive clit in the form of his signature.
lashes kiss your cheeks and neck whilst megumi steadies himself in the scent of sex and warmth of your skin. his breath shattered and mystified against you.
“i can be even better,” you murmur to him, feeling him flinch in surprise when your fingers curl in midnight locks at the nape of his neck — roused by the cooling mess between your thighs. “if you cum inside next time.”
all megumi can do is groan — hungry and appreciative because you really are always so ready for him.
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Kita would eat you out on his birthday. Multiple orgasms later, you're sobbing, shaking, barely able to think. You're pushing his head away asking for a break - not even to stop, just for a second to catch your breath. He'd pout up at you, bottom lip jutted out, swollen pink and shiny with your slick, and he'd say "but it's my birthday". If you weren't so delirious, you'd notice the smirk he's trying to fight and the devious glint in his puppy dog eyes.
18+ nsfw | best friend! suna takes pictures for your new OF
"i don't know.." you'e kneeling on the hardwood of suna living room, clad in only a pair of thigh-high stocking and a black thong. you're completely topless, hence your arms instinctively fold over chest and wrap around yourself, protecting what little modesty you have left while also shielding your nipples from the cold draft in the room. "i'm not so sure this is the most effective way to make quick money. can't we just doordash like normal people?"
"bit late to back out now; i've already taken most of the pics." he mutter, knelt a few feet away from you. he's already captured a collection of photos while standing, with the camera angled down and you looking up dotingly. now he's on his knees as well, adjusting the lens as he peers at you through the viewfinder, one eye closed, "doordashing is too stressful, anyway. move your arms, need to get your tits in this shot." he says bluntly.
your cheeks heat up at his request; there's something obscene about your best friend asking you that so casually. "well, it's not up to you, dummy, since it's not photos of your ass that are going on the internet for old pervs to jerk over." you huff, action contrasting your sharp words as you pliantly drop your arms to expose your tits to the camera, nipples pointed under the chilly air. you almost wince as the flash of his camera goes off, along with the shutter noise.
"oh, shit, your ass, i forgot about that. we should get some pics of that before i put the camera away." his eyes flickers with realisation, as he looks down and idly adjusts the settings. it's like he isn't even fully listening to what you have to say, but you've been friends with suna for long enough to know that he's purposefully trying to annoy you. hence, you narrow your eyes at him but refrain from immediately cursing him out. "weren't you the one who was just talking about how badly she wants a new computer? eh?"
you duck your head slightly, hair falling in front of your face and you grimace, "yeah.." you whimper as there's another bright flash.
clicking through the photos he just took, a smirk tugs at his lips while he can feel erection aching in his sweats. he gulps and instructs. "cool. so do i. so get all on all fours." it comes out less commanding than he had hopes, yet you obey none the less. albeit, while grumbling and groaning about it.
"ugh.. can't believe you're pimping me out for a new keyboard." you remain on your knees but lean forward and set both of your forearms on the ground, shifting your weight onto them and leaving your ass in the air.
"yup. and you've got your tits out to buy a new pc, so who's worse?" it comes out as less of a question and more of an insult. suna stands up and looks down at you, ass up for him with a measly thong covering you up — most of your cheeks were exposed and the thin fabric molded to the shape of your damp folds, and the strip was so narrow that your lips threatened to escape with one wrong move. he licked his lips and tried to focus, snapping another picture.
"and you know," he remarks, "a custom pink build costs extra. so if you want one, you're gonna have to drop your panties too."
Romantic tiger shark yuuji courting with tiny little treasures from the deepest depths of the sea just to present to you on his big clawed hands, smiling so cute with the prettiest blush on his cheeks and his eyes sparkling with adoration and a nervous look of pure love AGHHHHGGGGHGGHHH😭
✩꒱ pearlescent ft. yuuji itadori .ᐟ
🏁 ꒰ ✩ fluff ⋆ mdni ⋆ tiger shark merman!yuuji itadori and marine biologist & fem!reader. strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, crushes, yuuji is 17ft, monster…loving, monster x human, implied language barrier ꒰ you swap gifts with your merman friend who lives in the sea, but his carries a more romantic meaning. ꒱
tiger shark yuuji waits for you to come and visit him by the pier every single day at sunset it’s how you get to talk to him without putting him in any danger and at risk.
when he surfaces there’s a brilliant splash of water that carefully rains down on your skin as if the ocean has taken to greeting you with small kisses. yuuji leans over the edge of the wooden pier with bright, boba eyes intrigued by your small human hands that tremble with excitement whenever you see him. you often do a ‘cultural exchange’ … you bring him something from the human world and he brings you something from the sea. each time more intricate and more thoughtful because he really has grown fond of his little land creature with two pretty legs.
“yuuji,” you say, smile bleeding into your cheeks like the water sunset does into the sky. your fingers hold up something that wobbles in the wind but looks like a moment of time stilled. “this is a picture! i took it with this,” you gesture to the camera hanging from your neck. “it captures memories, so we can keep them forever.”
his head tilts, pink hair dripping with water that lands cool on your thighs as the merman leans over you. “pic-chure?” he blinks up at you to check if he’s said it right.
“yes, picture!” a giggle bubbles through you, warm like the sand between your toes — drifting into the salty sea breeze. “they’re um… printed onto paper… but i laminated it so it doesn’t get wet. i’ll explain lamination to you later… it’s kind of bad for the environment but sooo useful—!”
“—who are they?” yuuji asks abruptly. not to be rude, but to be curious. his clawed pointer finger signals to the pic-chure once again.
the ink has carefully crafted faces of people you love most — who’s everlasting support for your dreams landed you a position here, who’s hearts you miss every single day and think of when night crawls over land.
“my friends from back home,” you say wistful, longing. it’s painted on the face blurred by the blush of the pinky-orange sky. he knows that feeling very well, it beats through his chest when he looks at you. “i won’t get to see them for a while.”
“just … human friends or human lovers?”
you squeak, nearly tipping forward into the waves. yuuji’s large hands are gentle on your hips — steadying you in your seat on the edge of the pier. “just friends! i’ve never… i’m not so lucky with love.”
the merman lets his voice fall into the quiet depths of silence as he ponders. only for a second, enough to let his heart decided what comes next with the turn of the tides. “i’ll be back.” he says in a tone not stern but one that keeps you rooted to your spot — and with a swish of his striped tiger shark tail, he disappears into aquamarine and frothy peaks.
just for a second. leaving you with the gulls and the rush of waves for company. you wonder why your pulse races and why your skin feels warm to the touch for reasons other than the sun.
“back.” when yuuji returns, another magnificent splash — you nearly jump into the water once again. his damp hands settle you but your heart does not still, mimicking that of stormy weather that disturbs peaceful waters. his brown eyes melt in the evening sunlight, they unravel you just a bit because they are all too kind. soft in comparison to the hard line of his torso that must taste like salt and sea. your gaze follows droplets that run down his chest and merge where his v-line disappears to the sea.
“for you.” your eyes snap back up to where yuuji holds out a hand to you — the queen conch shell dwarfed in the palm of his hand. reminding you of how magnificent of a creature he is. your fingertips brush his claws as he passes it to you, two hearts stutter. “inside.”
acting on his guidance, you shake the shell and into your hand rolls a pink pearl. in the hands of the sun’s rays, an undulating pattern is revealed — resembling that of flames. the silky pattern of the milky pink pearl glistens for you under evening light.
you look up again, mystified to find yuuji watching you eagerly. you know what it is, how rare it is. a one in fifteen thousand chance of finding such a beautiful and natural pearl — and the merman has gifted it to you as though its rarity weighs nothing on his mind.
yuuji has bought you gifts before. shark teeth and whale bones, sea shells and and even sea jellies but nothing as grand a this.
“for me?” you whisper, surprise and gratitude cracking open in the fragile cage of your chest.
yuuji nods once, timid almost. “in our culture we gift pearls to people we care about,” he explains, his timbre voice a harmony with the sea’s ambience. “not to friends, to lovers.”
his words sink into your bones like stone in water, his current would drag you under if given the chance. lovers, not friends. there’s a million things you want to say to the merman, a million feelings you want to convey before your time together is up for today. for now, you clutch the pearl to your chest — the glitter of appreciation to your eyes almost pearlescent itself as you smile.
he mirrors you, tail swishing in relief.
“let’s take a picture together,” you breathe. “as lovers, not friends.”
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flipping tiger shark merman yuuji upside down underwater, will he enter the same hypnotized state as a regular shark would
STOPPP I LOVE THIS FACT ABT SHARKS SO MUCH…. conducting research on merman yuuji and asking if he can help you. scuba diving so you can spend much longer in the water with him rather than have him come up to the surface. you test his swimming speed, check his diet and hunting methods … i imagine you want to see if he acts like a shark as well so you let some blood loose in the water and his instincts go crazy he’s like prowling… you know when sharks mistake surfer boards for seals maybe he starts acting like that
you think for a second he might come at you/the research boat above (he would never intentionally hurt you) so you flip him like you would any shark n he just goes limp in your arms … taking a small itty bitty nap so cuteeee
i think he would get so pouty if you did that. like “what the hell was that??” crossing his arms at you over his chest maybe he swims away petulantly
but he comes back and brings you a shell (with a very angry crab inside) as forgiveness for almost nipping you
