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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
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
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
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
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
𓂃⋆.˚𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓: a little moment held between two people, the stars and the universe.
𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: astronaut!suguru x astronaut!reader | 1.2k | no content warnings, sfw | reposted from my old account 🤍 hope you enjoy! | please do not save or use my banners!
there is always only a few inches between you and certain death.
the thought is cruel in its simplicity.
it keeps you up during a night that isn’t really a night, but you know you should be sleeping anyway. you press up against the thick glass, feel its cold and unfeeling protectiveness on your fingertips, marveling at how you will never be so close as you are now to touching everything and nothing all at once.
your forehead dips in a hushed reverence, and you are quiet in your vigil of the universe that birthed you.
and astronaut!suguru is there too.
you can feel him before you see him.
it is something in the way that he moves, splicing through weightlessness like had been born within it. suguru is something otherworldly. you feel like he was never from the same earth you were. more like somewhere deep into the galaxy stretching out beyond your fingers, in between a supernova, amidst in a milky ocean of lavender stars.
you don’t say anything as he drifts closer, and neither does he.
there is no need to.
out of all your crew, you and suguru are the quietest by nature. you both understood the fragility of a fleeting silence. it is very hard to find true silence, because there is your mother earth who floats beneath your feet, who yearns for you to come home. and even though her screams are silenced because you have traveled so far into the vacuum of space that you cannot hope to ever hear her, it still reverberates through your bones. it reminds you that you are in fact still human, and not a weightless being unaware of its own existence. so, to be able to achieve something that dulls that constant hum in the back of your mind was precious.
you know suguru understands it.
he is next to you now.
it was a mystery to you as to why he was not the captain on this mission.
not that astronaut!satoru didn’t deserve it, he did. he was the best of them all, the strongest. but it was suguru who could look at a person and just know them. the way he could map the constellations in their moles and scars, see every strand of hair that held every memory and thought and feeling. everybody on board gravitated to him, seeking solace in him when the sheer emptiness of space became too much.
because suguru feels like home.
like your mother earth.
to you, at least.
so, you don’t mind the fact that he is in your space right now, because he always knew how to share things. always softly, spiritually. you both watch the vast expanse of space rolling out before your eyes. his hand shifts almost imperceptibly closer to yours. you like to think you can feel its warmth seeping into yours.
it is such a small gesture.
but it grounds you.
makes you remember that you are solid and whole. it is easy to forget who you are and what you are so far away from earth. even if you can still see the swirling clouds and typhoons from your ship, or watch the sun rise and dip behind her curves. countries and borders do not mean anything to you here. in a way, time doesn’t either. it is an elastic band, stretching at the start of a cycle, slacking towards the end. minutes feel like hours, and seconds collapse into a single heartbeat. the stars do not tell you anything either. they have burned through the rise and fall of the ancients, and will continue to long after your mission is over.
a blink of the cosmic eye of the universe.
inhale, exhale.
in, and… out.
suguru’s breathing has synchronized with yours. another perfectly human rhythm with its own life that is different to anything else aboard. you don’t know if he does it on purpose or not. you don’t understand him as much as you wanted to. suguru is so different to satoru, who bounces off the walls with a restless energy during their downtime like he just cannot stop moving. satoru consumes the space, filling it out with blues and reds and purples, but suguru seeks the edges. the leftover spaces that are still black and white.
you guess that is how he exists so perfectly with satoru.
maybe that is where he finds you too.
you turn your head slightly, catching his profile. his violet eyes are fixed on something beyond the scope of your comprehension. you’ve seen that look on suguru before. it’s the same look he gets when he’s studying the ships data, or calculating course correction. absolute attention, clinical focus.
and he’s looking at you now.
something in his expression makes your breath catch in your throat.
what does he see about you that you cannot? can he see your blood vessels weakening, your bones becoming soft and brittle as the space that you love is in fact killing you faster? does he also notice that your face has started to swell, and that you cannot think as fast as you used to? you try to swallow against the lump in your throat, but the air is too dry, your tongue far too heavy.
suguru notices.
of course he does.
he softens his gaze, and murmurs, “you’re not sleeping.”
you laugh, a cracked and broken little thing.
“neither are you.”
the words become particles that drift off into the air vents, lost and recycled inside the ship’s steady hum. you let the silence settle between you again so that it feels less like drowning and more like floating. suguru must have been watching you for days, logging your changes into the catalogue in his brain. you used to think he’d been trained for this, how to mould himself to be what other people needed him to be.
but you know it’s just him.
your hand stays where it is on the rail, but his moves closer so that your thumbs are just about to touch. there is no pressure for you to close the gap, there never is. it is an invitation between two people who have said what they needed to without words, who have always known it.
you let your eyes flutter close.
a quiet surrender.
“is it selfish of me to still love it?”
it.
being here — in this place. is it selfish to love the universe, to continue to hover between the stars that are killing you?
suguru doesn’t miss a beat.
“no.”
he would never call it selfish. suguru understands that some things are worth the cost. something like a martyr does. for the first time in days, the glass doesn’t feel so cold under your fingers. you open your eyes, drawn to him like a magnet. suguru doesn’t look away. he is holding the weight of this vastness with you, steady and sure, still breathing alongside you like you are tethered together. if you so happen to drift, if you break your vigil, suguru will be there.
holding it for you both.
the station hums around you, a fragile and artificial cradle in a universe that does not care if you live or die.
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
for some reason i can't wrap my head around how the japanese school year works so if my timeline is fucked in this ukai fic please just close your eyes and enjoy the porn
Your sunglasses do nothing to conceal your staring. (18+)
Neither does the book in your hand, neglected a few minutes ago, based on the way you haven't flipped a page no matter how many times you try to focus back on it.
Kyle continues to pretend it isn't obvious. Giving you quick smiles from where you're sat at the shore, legs restless, shifting to lay straight and then bend and then squeezed together.
Perhaps you're still sore from this morning, where he'd lapped at your cunt to wake you. Slow and reverent and teasing until you begged to come, a request he was happy to indulge.
He slips under the water again, letting it rush over him, trying to calm his cock at the memory; at the sight of you in that wet, tight bikini; or just the thought of your blissed smile alone.
You're still staring when he surfaces, until he meets your gaze, burning even from meters away and you avert your eyes shyly. Almost as if you're just a random girl caught ogling at her crush and not the man you married four days ago.
By the time he collapses back onto his towel, limbs a little tired from the crashing waves, you've finally put your book down behind you. He fights the sunlight and squints to watch as you sit back on your legs, turned toward him, your brows just slightly furrowed, lips wet.
He reaches his hand toward you and finds your knee, squeezing it with wet fingers. "You okay, babe?"
"Mhm," you lean forward, your shadow touching him before your lips do. You're slow with it, tasting of mint and lime, parting from him just as he starts to get breathless.
Your gaze is fixed on his body. Trailing upwards, carefully, as though assessing every ridge and dip and–
You drop down quickly, as though trying to act before your doubts stop you, and lick a stripe straight across his abs, taking the water droplets still clinging to him with you.
His mouth parts, surprise choking him, his hand instinctively curling into your hair. There's a second of shifting, a hand planted at the other side of his body as you make yourself more comfortable and do it again.
"Jesus– Fuck–" His head tips back against the towel, neck straining as his fingers tighten over your scalp. You hum against his stomach and he can feel your smile there, the defiance and desire and ambition.
Fuck, it would almost make him proud if it didn't mean he was three seconds away from blowing his load right there in his swim trunks.
The next time your lips touch his skin he lifts you by the grip in your hair, gentle even then, coaxing you to meet his mouth again—obeying without hesitation, preening even more than you had before.
"Pretty fuckin' girl," he groans, slipping his tongue further.
"Taste s'good," you pant.
"Yeah?" Kyle smirks, his other hand reaching under one of your thighs, hoisting you up so you straddle his abs. "What do I taste like, baby?"
He guides you to grind down against him and you moan. "Salty–"
"Tha' right?"
You nod fervently, your hips settling into an uncoordinated rhythm against the hard muscle. He's burning underneath you, desperate to feel your core and the wetness gathered there.
It's a little clumsy as he tugs on the closest string he finds, yanking it when it doesn't give out under his touch the first time. His thumb rubs over your hip there before he's pushing as much of the damp fabric away from your cunt.
He's pleased to find you're burning too.
Gasping as the friction intensifies, brows pinched tight as he detaches his lips and kisses along your jaw, and neck, moving you as you see fit. Bringing your mouth close to his ear just so he can hear your breathy little,
"Mm, feels good. So good, Kyle– All mine..."
"All yours, baby," he coos, and when you sigh again he can't help it. His hands drop to his own trunks, hips lifting, taking you with him as he shuffles them the few inches down his thighs so his cock springs free.
It slaps against your ass, heavy and aching, and your eyes widen.
"Gonna take what's yours?"
You're quick to move down, searching behind you blindly, scratching until you find him. Curling your fingers around the base as you steady yourself, too lost to tease as you sink down on the tip.
Kyle swears under his breath, hands coming to steady at your hips as he usually does, usually guiding you to sink down, but you do it without warning. Burying yourself into the hilt, clenching around him fiercely, so tight and wet and hot Kyle thinks he might actually die here.
On his honeymoon. On a beach. Shadowed by his wife as she rides him like there's no tomorrow. Not the worst way he could go.
Your knees tighten around his waist, the sun above your head like a halo.
"Kyle," you breathe, dropping down onto his lap with increasing urgency.
"I know, baby," his thumb reaches between you for your clit as soon as you settle into a comfortable rhythm. Already swollen from earlier, he works firm circles into it, muscle memory taking over as he tries not to ruin this by coming so quick. "Been the best for me, yeah, you have. Wearing that pretty ring, sittin' here like eye candy. Knowin' you're only for me."
You keen and he's dragging you down to kiss you, drowning in your sweet KyleKyleKyle as your orgasm tears through you, a little painful but mostly delicious. Arching your back, trying to grind into and escape his touch at your cunt at the same time.
You collapse into his chest, breathing hard, he digs his heels into the blanket and thrusts up—short and sharp as his own high curls through him fast.
He has half the mind to pull out, come coating your bellies, heaving and flexing with the strain.
Kyle murmurs your name, catching his breath as the surroundings come back to him, your own sticky against his collarbone. He's selfish when he tightens his arm around you, proven by your whine about it being too hot, but he keeps you there, completely and utterly blissed.
"You're perfect-"
He's interrupted by smashing glasses.
Just as you look up from the crook of his neck, he strains to look back, met with a waitress covering her eyes, now empty tray in hand as she slowly backs away.
"I'm so sorry!"
She runs off down the path between the greenery and he's biting his lip to stifle his laugh—made harder when he sees your surprise.
You smack his chest lightly, "don't laugh!"
But you're already halfway there, spurred by his amusement. Your grin even brighter, squealing when he sits up with you still in his lap, licking a stripe up your neck.
"How much do you think she watched?"
"Kyle!"
"I'm joking," he laughs, taking to nibbling at your earlobe, hands firmly clasped at your ass. Delighted by your moan when he squeezes. "Can we ask her to bring a drink that tastes as good as you?"
