cws: nsfw, smut, all characters 18+, cigarette smoking, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, daddy kink (ukai); dacryphilia, overstimulation, degradation (tsukishima); panty-sniffing, masturbation (azumane); praise kink (yamaguchi); exhibitionism, public sex (sugawara); oral (f receiving), a MUNCH (sawamura); premature ejaculation (tanaka)
ukai’s guilty pleasure is smoking a cigarette while you give him head, the rush of nicotine spiraling up his spine as your tongue greedily laves over his weeping tip. one hand gently rests on the back of your head, lazily stroking your hair while he rocks his hips up into your throat. “keep suckin’ on it just like that, pretty girl. you know exactly what daddy likes, huh?”
tsukishima gets hard when you cry (this is like canon at this point). his goal is to get you so fucked out of your mind you can barely talk, tears streaming down your face at the combination of overstimulation and degrading filth falling from his lips: “what, the little pillow princess can’t even take dick without cryin’ now?”
azumane has the nastiest panty-sniffing problem. first time he went down on you he sucked your pussy lips through your panties until you were shivering and screaming, fabric completely soaked through. after he ripped them off and pocketed them for later, it became a habit. whenever he’s away from you, he can’t cum without huffing your scent in like a fucking dog
yamaguchi cums at the mere suggestion of praise. the first time you wrap your hands around his cock and whisper how pretty it is, he's shooting ropes of cum all over your hands and up his tummy, stuttering out an apology until you shut him up with a kiss
sugawara loves to fuck you in public. not where anyone can see you, no—he doesn’t want anyone to be able to look at you when your mouth is slack with pleasure and your eyes are up in your head—but if he can sneak off to a closet at a party or duck behind a building to fuck you up against a wall he’s doing it. claps a hand over your mouth with a mischievous smirk when you’re too loud, "darling, I thought you didn't want people to hear us?"
sawamura eats pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. he’s a giver, and nothing makes him harder than slinging the backs of your thighs over his shoulders and diving into your cunt. he’s sweet with it most of the time, threading his fingers with yours and lazily drawing circles over your clit, but sometimes he’s impatient to feel your cute little hole gush on his tongue and manhandles you up onto his face where he can lick you until you scream
tanaka almost always prematurely ejaculates if you’re making out with him on his lap. if you’re in a skirt and the slowly dampening heat of your pussy starts throbbing against him—man is GONE. he drags you over and over his cock, head thrown back against the couch, something almost like a whimper escaping his throat—"fuck angel - ’s not fuckin’ fair for ya to feel this good"
keishin ukai finds a cure to his nicotine addiction /swf
keishin who comes back one day after practice with the karasuno kids only to find a stranger in his store. not a costumer, no— a girl, happily restocking shelves under his mother’s watchful gaze.
what. the fuck.
as soon as he walks in, his mother sees the million questions in his eyes, and immediately pulls him to the side to prevent him saying something mean. he’s got to admit, she knows him too well.
“she said she just moved into town, and she’s so so lovely, keishin,” she murmured reassuringly. “so put away that grumpy face and be nice, okay?”
he was going to drop it when he was sure you weren’t a threat. so until then, he would test you.
he’s never mean, per se, but he does load up on his teasing, making sure he points out when you leave even a speck of dust on a surface, or put a product in the wrong spot (it was empty, and you had no idea what was supposed to go there. keishin didn’t tell you).
one day you’re going to break, he’s so sure of it— but you never do. you greet him with a wide smile even in the early morning, watering the plants out front that he forgot to water the night before. you don’t bother him unless it’s strictly necessary, and listen intently when he purposefully gives you a half-assed answer.
you…really are nice. too nice. in a way that keishin isn’t exactly ready to come to terms with just yet. but he does loosen up eventually, even if just a little, just enough to start getting flustered by you.
it feels like the situation is slipping out of his control. he shouldn’t feel his cheeks warm up when he sees you in that floral dress you’ve worn numerous times already, shouldn’t feel an irrationally angry twist in his gut when you laugh at a joke one of the karasuno kids makes as they chat outside the store after practice.
in keishin’s mind, the only logical way to deal with this was to make you flustered. totally not because he developed a disgustingly huge crush on you.
you notice the change in his attitude, his tone shifting from condescending to teasing, how he becomes significantly more talkative. was he always such a show-off?
you don’t mind, of course, because you were no stranger to keishin’s charm, even if he was a bit…odd. but you were happy he’d warmed up to you anyway, even if you didn’t really know the reason.
“watch the front for me, i’ll be back in five.”
you halt mid-action through dusting a shelf to look over your shoulder. “smoking again, keishin? it’s only eleven.”
he turns to look at you, a cigarette already dangling between his lips. you narrow your eyes at him. “how many have you smoked already?” you ask, your tone mildly accusatory. “only the ones since opening the store? or since i woke up this morning?”
you can only sigh, shaking your head as you go back to your chore. “i know it’s not my place to talk, and i’m sure you’ve heard this many times before, but i think there’s plenty other things that are better than a cig—”
“yeah? like what?”
you gasp, heart leaping out of your chest as he’s suddenly standing behind you, chocolate eyes peering down at you as he cocks his head. “well, for one, not give me a heart attack!” you squeak, hitting his apron-covered chest with the cloth you were using.
he chuckles, and your heart does another kind of leap when his fingers wrap around your wrist, keeping your hand on him. “i think i have a better one,” is all he whispers before closing the distance between your lips.
it’s nothing grand, just a peck that lasts long enough to leave you dazed, eyes wide like saucers when he pulls back, sporting the most unfairly handsome shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen.
“i won’t go out for a smoke, but only if i can do this instead. that okay with you?”
you’re still a bit stunned, but manage to nod your head. “y-yeah…totally cool for me,” you say a bit out of breath.
if you were going to react like that every time, quitting cigarettes was going to be easy as pie for him.
┊┊a/n. i was held at gunpoint by @jeanmarcosno1 to write this i am scared. never wrote for hq be nice.
your overworked bf makes it up for neglecting you ^o^
it was another one of those nights where he stayed up in the dark depths of the night, scribbling down different notes for himself to review the following day. he had been overwhelmed with the amount of preparation that needed to be done for his upcoming project at work.
you couldn’t remember the last time you even kissed properly, aside from the little pecks he gave you when he left for work or when he shushed you to sleep. you perk up as you hear him sigh loudly as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose before closing his notebook and setting it to the side.
“you’re still up pretty girl?” he worriedly asks, turning his body over so he can spoon your plush body. he’s met with uncomfortably loud silence but a firm grind of your soft body being pushed against his. confusion is plastered across his face but before he is able to get a word out, you speak up, “i miss you.. i-i want you” you whisper. he is so incredibly dumbfounded but still decided to indulge you further.
“how d’ya want me..?”
your naughty advances are what led you here, your pajama shorts lost on the floor while your full leg is hiked up to allow his now hardened cock to push its way past your warmth. “biiiig stretch honey- ngh!” he mumbles, shoving his girthy cock deep inside of you, hefty balls sitting perfectly against your swollen clit.
“o..oh f-feels so good mmf!” you babble, your dainty hand gripping onto your plump thigh as he’s rubbing slow n agonizing circles on your puffy clit. he’s licking a long stripe up the side of your neck, earning a breathy gasp from your lips. “i’m all the way up in here- hah..d’ya feel it? hmm?” he teases, pressing a heavy hand to the fat of your stomach.
“y-yes! so deep nngh.. gimmie more!” you cry, attempting to bounce your hips back onto his, desperate for friction. he tucks his bottom lip between his teeth before fucking up into you harshly, your aging bed creaking like there’s no tomorrow. he’s bringing his hand up from your clit to fondle your tit, grasping onto it as his leaky tip pounds against your sopping cervix.
“gonna give it all to you, ‘kay? be a good girl and take it.. hah.” he grumbles, your tight cunt creaming all over his cock, globs spilling down to his balls. your plush body jiggles as he rocks his hips into yours, hitting your g-spot repeatedly, causing tears to prick the corner of your eyes.
“m’cumming! f-fuckk .. don’t stop!” you squeal, his hand moving back down to your clit to rub sloppy circles around your nub. your cunt is fluttering around his lengthy cock when you feel his warmth begin to spill inside you, hot cum filling your insides. your mind exploding in pure bliss as specks of white begin to coat your entrance.
“nngh! so fuckin filthy..” he whines, your head toppling backwards to give him a sweetened kiss. he’s gripping into yours hips, slowly stroking his sensitive cock into you before pulling out and letting his fluids seep out.
he hates making his sweet girl feel so neglected but god.. make up sex sure does feel good
a/n : thank you so much for 1k !! i got a lot of asks for overworked/exhausted drabbles of various diff characters so i decided to write a miscellaneous one to satisfy some of you :D | thank you for all the support <3 , likes & reblogs are appreciated!
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 𓈒𓏸 infos : nsfw under the cut ,, mdni! fluff, popular!reader, recorded sex, drunk sex, age gap, objectification, overstimulation ♡
𓂃 𓈒𓏸 summary : headcanons with a bimbo gf! ♡
𓂃 𓈒𓏸 author’s note : ouuh this req speaks to me (∗˃̶ ᵕ ˂̶∗) tysm!! wasn’t sure if u wanted some smut.. still added a bit ^_^’ all characters are 18+!! ♡
──﹐ AZUMANE ASAHI
⤷ with popular bimbo
he’s still not used to you greeting your many friends.
once apologised for ruining your outfit when you felt cold and he gave you his hoodie.
#1 supporter when you post.
he’s clingy but you’re clingier.
still shy about pda.
“oh god .. you’re beautiful.” everytime he sees you.
people often have a hard time understanding how you two are together.
tries to get along with your friends.
he’s not jealous, lets you have guy friends but trusts his gut feeling when they’re abit weird.
knows you like recording, he likes getting on camera your pretty pink nails around his huge manhood. your beautiful eyes behind your thick lashes looking up at him.. all on camera ; “yeah, put your lipstick on it baby..”
──﹐ HINATA SHOUYO
⤷ friends with benefits bimbo
loves to tease and annoy you, knows you get pissed easily.
“oh you wanna put make up on me? go ahead!”
you have the best laughs with him.
friday nights dinners, saturday shopping spree, facetime and makeup tut, always with him.
use his hand to test your lipstick shade.
always defends you when people mistakes you for an easy girl.
has skills from his little sister, so he’s your hairstylist.
knows you’re pretty with a great body, but would never cross those friendships boundaries.
until the day you give him the green light. fully sober but with a different gaze, you’ve never seen on him before. his face burried between your thighs, that were tightly held by his veiny hands. “does that feel good?”
──﹐ UKAI KEISHIN
⤷ with 6 years age-gap bimbo
you know each other since high school, he liked you but he was too young for you, now you’re “too old” for him.
pretends to hate you and your outfits, defends you if anyone agrees with him.
“what happened to me being too young, ma?”
instinctively stops smoking around you.
steals glances when you’re not looking.
pisses you off on purpose but apologies when you really are pissed.
gives you free stuff from his store, anything any time.
somehow never says no to you, you always end at his house drinking.
always end up bouncing on his lap. you both have heated cheeks because of the alcohol. his arm wraps around your waist, he’s been wanting this for years, “you feel so damn good.”
──﹐ TANAKA RYUNOSUKE
⤷ with spoiled bimbo
loves to show you off.
looks like he’s about to faint whenever he sees a picture of you.
feeds your shoe addiction and buys you new pair whenever he can.
reassures you and protects you, likes the feeling of being a big man.
“you’re gorgeous, fuck.. turn around for me?”
almost teleports to you when you call him.
always brings you tiny gifts whenever you see each other.
hand placementt — always on your waist or hip.
would set the world on fire if you broke a nail.
lets you use his cock like a dildo whenever you’re frustated. ride it till dawn, not caring if he’s overstimulated. he’s like a toy and he’d do anything for you. use his tongue, sit on his face, just say the word and he’s like “hop on, princess.”
thanks for reading darlin! don’t forget to like and leave a comment :)
Synopsis: Telling the Timeskip!Hq characters to bark for you
•Barks immediately, zero shame, zero Hesitation. They are down bad for you and will get on their knees wearing puppy ears and bark. If you’d ask. They put effort into earning pussy.
a/n: English isn’t my first language, criticism is welcomed but please be nice. Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! Do not steal or copy my work.
n: tysm for more than 400 followers guys wtf!! love y’all
the pregnancy test laid there on your bathroom counter. two lines. you were carrying keishin’s baby.
tears of happiness fell down your cheeks, since this had been a dream of yours for a while now. you had taken more tests that you could count during the past year, all of them coming out negative. keishin and you had been feeling hopeless, so this nearly felt like a miracle.
you grabbed the test with shaky hands and stared at the lines. those two damn lines that made you so incredibly happy. even though you had had morning sickness for a few days now and your period was late, you still did a couple tests more – just to make sure. all of them came back positive.
keishin returned home from the shift at his store a couple hours later, enough time for you to calm down a little and find the right way to tell him the happy news. you wanted to surprise him somehow, even though you knew he was in a risk of having a heart attack because of that.
”i’m home, sweets!” you heard his voice from the other room, followed by the slam of the door.
”in the living room!” you announced back, barely keeping your voice even. you heart was hammering against your ribs, palms sweating and legs trembling in anticipation. you were holding a small box in your hands, where you had hidden the positive test.
keishin walked into the living room, his hair pulled back with a hairband like usually. he looked a little worn out, which was also an usual sight.
”what’s up, sweets? you alright?” he asked with a slight look of soft worry on his face. he probably could tell how you were practically sweating from anxiety.
”i got you a gift. hope you like it” you managed to stutter out, offering him the box.
his thick brows arched in a puzzled way, as if he wasn’t sure were you joking or not. eventually he chuckled and stepped forward, taking the box from you.
”well, first time for everything, i guess” he smiled teasingly, referring to the fact you hadn’t ever gotten him a gift. you chuckled as well, even though you were sure you would pass out before you even saw his reaction.
keishin opened the box, and once he saw what it contained, his smile immediately dropped. his eyes widened in a way you had never seen before, eyebrows shooting upwards.
for a few seconds, it was silent.
”is- i-is this…?” he eventually exclaimed out, as if he was afraid to say the word. you nodded frantically, tears of happiness beginning to brim your eyes again.
”you’re pregnant? you- you have a baby inside of you?” he continued yelling with obvious shock and surprise. it was amusing how easily he raised his voice, even by accident. probably an ukai-blood thing.
”yes! i mean, it’s not a baby yet, it’s only a bundle of cells, but-” you began to stammer out, voice shaking and tears falling down your cheeks. however, you weren’t able to finish, because keishin let out a weird noise from the depths of his throat and pulled you into an embrace.
he hugged you incredibly tight, the usual feeling of cigarettes and musk lingering on his shirt as your face pressed against his chest. you sobbed, arms wrapping around his body as well.
”sweets, fuck, hell- i don’t know- fucking hell-” he stuttered out, voice shaky and filled with emotion. ”-i don’t know what to say. you’re incredible”
you half-giggled and half-cried, the fond moment making your chest nearly burst with happiness.
keishin eventually pulled back, tears in his eyes and cheeks blushed from all the feelings.
”damn it, do you understand how amazing this is? how incredible you are?” he coached you, hand grasping your shoulder firmly yet softly.
you laughed, trying to wipe your tears away. ”yeah- i guess you’ll have to quit smoking now, finally” you teased light heartedly. he laughed as well but then gave you another happy, wide, soft smile.
”yup. the baby better be born with a volleyball in arms, though.”
୨୧ tetsurou kuroo
fuck.
you stared at the pregnancy test in your hand, still sitting at the toilet because you were absolutely frozen from fear. this was what you were not expecting despite the fact you had been suffering from morning sickness and grumpiness for two weeks now. getting pregnant with your boyfriend tetsurou, who you hadn’t even been dating for that long, wasn’t on your bucket list this summer.
you cursed under your breath and buried your face in your hands, your stomach twisting and heart throbbing from the shock. you never thought about having children, especially so young. but you knew you couldn’t bring yourself to do an abortion, so there was practically only one option.
you eventually stood up, washed your hands, also splashing water into your face. how the hell were you supposed to even tell him these news? you knew tetsurou was incredibly focused on his studies and volleyball, he wasn’t the most emotional guy either. he was more of a logical person who always wanted to find a solution to things. you were afraid he wouldn’t take this in a good way.
you gripped the test in your fist as you exited the bathroom, palms sweating and body trembling. your throat felt incredibly tight and dry as you approached the kitchen where tetsurou was currently reading a book.
”you okay, baby?” he asked casually, eyes not leaving the book. you probably radiated panic since he asked that without even glancing at you.
”i-” you stuttered out, the words sadly getting stuck into your throat.
tetsurou raised his gaze from the book, probably noticing your nervous tone. ”hm?” he asked, while putting the book down.
”fucking hell” you eventually grumbled, literally throwing the test on the kitchen table, making it slide in front of him. you slammed your hands over your face and turned away, not wanting to see his reaction. you were afraid of the worst.
for a moment, it was silent, the only sound being the relentless beating of your heart and the shallow breaths against your palms. until tetsurou spoke.
”did you take a second one? you know these aren’t 100% accurate” he said casually, damn calmly.
of course he was stating facts in a situation like this.
you huffed and released your face from your hands, shooting him an incredulous look.
”no, i didn’t. but i’ve been having morning sickness, i’m pretty sure it’s correct” you argued back and finally looked at him. tetsurou looked completely unbothered, as if these news weren’t shocking him at all. he only stood up and walked over to you, a small knowing smile on his face.
”baby, take another one. just to be sure, okay?” he said gently, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. you sighed heavily and nodded.
as you were lead back to the bathroom with him, your heartbeat calmed down a little. he was reacting so calmly that it managed to steady your mind as well – maybe this wasn’t the end of the world after all.
you waited for the second test to get ready, and once it was done, the result was the same. two lines.
a jolt of realization washed over your body again. it felt surreal that you were actually pregnant. a baby was growing in your womb.
you turned to look at tetsurou, suddenly feeling tears forming in your eyes. you weren’t even sure why.
he looked down at you, eyes softening once he saw your reaction. he immediately wrapped gentle arms around your body, pulling you against his chest.
”what are you planning to do?” he asked quietly, low voice vibrating in your hair.
your throat tightened again. ”i- i don’t want to abort it” you whimpered out.
he remained silent for a few seconds, probably processing the information. however, his heartbeat stayed steady as you continued to cling to him.
”fine. then we’ll keep it” tetsurou stated simply, pulling back. he was smiling gently down at you, a confident look on his face again. how was it even possible that this man was so damn balanced mentally? he was capable to calm you down and be confident in himself, at the same time.
”really? you don’t mind having a baby?” you whimpered pathetically, tears falling down.
he chuckled and brushed the wetness off your cheeks.
”well, obviously, a kid running around won’t be easy” he chuckled teasingly. ”-but you being pregnant is much scarier, if i’m honest”
you gasped and laughed, trying to understand were you more shocked or happy about your pregnancy at this point.
”hey! well, all the more reason for you to pamper me the whole 9 months” you teased back, finally smirking playfully again.
tetsurou rolled his eyes, a laugh escaping his pretty lips.
”like that’s a bad thing. i’ll start today, then”
୨୧ kotaro bokuto
kotaro had been worried about you for the past few weeks, since you had been feeling nauseous. he was constantly checking on you, buying you medicine, making soup and feeding you ice cream, in attempts to cure your ’illness’. however, even though you didn’t say it, you were pretty sure there was another reason behind your nausea.
and you were right. the proof of your suspicions sat right there on the bathroom counter – a pregnancy test with two lines.
you sighed heavily, but you weren’t surprised the slightest. you felt your hand on the soft skin of your stomach, wondering what kind of a baby was growing inside of you right now. a boy, girl, or someone else? would it look like kotaro? or you? maybe both? how would you two manage to live with it? money?
a million questions ran through your mind, making your head nearly dizzy. you always knew you’d want a baby at some point, but you surely hadn’t ever wished to get it so early in life. you had always imagined raising a child when you have a steady job, own a house and a loving husband. right now, you had none of that. you lived in a small rent apartment with your crazy-ass boyfriend, both working a minimum wage job.
you slouched over to the living room where kotaro was sitting, staring at the tv with his hair sticking to all directions once again. he turned his head to you, golden eyes lightening up at the sight of you.
”hey, babe. what’s for din- oh wait, is something wrong?” he immediately asked as he saw your worried, worn out look. kotaro stood up and walked over to you with long strides, as if he was a hero who wished to save you.
you let out an exhale, before offering him the positive test without any words. he took it in his hands and squinted his eyes, inspecting the test for a second.
”oh, man” he whined with a sigh.
you frowned a little from confusion. what a reaction to pregnancy.
”fuck, i knew you were sick from the way you’ve been feeling for the past two weeks. i thought the world was over this corona-shit, but apparently not. i guess we can’t go to get chinese tomorrow. but we can order though, right?”
you blinked. no way.
”-oh, wait, no we can’t, it’s not good to eat spicy food while having stomach issues. do you have fever, though? loss of taste? i lost my taste when i had covid. i’ll make you something nice and gent-”
”taro!” you snapped, eyes wide and jaw dropped down. he blinked, completely taken aback by your firm tone.
however, as kotaro looked back down at the test, he noticed a small ’pregtest’ label on a small print. his eyes widened and eyebrows shot upwards, a pink flush of embarrassment raising to his cheeks.
”oh fuck. i’m so sorry, babe, i thought this was a covid test!” he exclaimed immediately, a hand slamming on his forehead. ”I’m so stupid. i’m such an idiot, god, are you okay? you’re pregnant?”
he tossed the test away, large hands suddenly touching you everywhere, gently. your stomach, breasts, back, cheeks – he was doing a whole damn medical examination to check if you were okay.
you couldn’t help but laugh, he was so dumb yet adorable.
”i’m okay. just… shocked, i guess” you answered, voice lowering a little.
kotaro sighed in relief, before he softly – absolutely carefully – pulled you into a hug.
”phew. you’re gonna keep it right, though?”
you were silent against his chest for a moment, surprised by his words. did he actually want a baby?
”yeah… i guess. i just don’t know how we’re gonna manage” you mumbled, more vulnerable than before.
”hey, hey, relax” kotaro chuckled and pulled back, hands holding your shoulders reassuringly.
”i’ll take care of you, alright? i’ll take extra shifts at work, make sure we’re financially stable when the baby arrives. you don’t have to worry about a thing, babygirl” he smiled. that damn care-free, nearly innocent smile.
you couldn’t help but blush and smirk from joy. you were so lucky to have a guy like him.
