#ukai

you brought your palm down slowly, still scrunching your nose at the smell of cigarette burning through your nostril. you inhaled quickly, drawing your features into a look of concern, "it would have been bad enough if it were one or two cigs a day but with you... it's usually one or two packs a day."

"oh, yeah?" he gave you a lopsided grin, "you try coaching a high school volleyball team. those teenagers give me hell."

you rolled your eyes at his words, "well, soon enough you'd find yourself in hell with the way you're blowing through these cigarettes."

he shrugged, his response delayed as he inhaled in copious amounts of smoke through his mouth. his eyes scanned your face and then, the surroundings. as he finally exhaled, he admitted into the cool air, "well, i'm here for a good time, not a long one."

"and this is fun?"

"mhm."

the silence drew over you two like an old, worn blanket. it was familiar — comfortable, even. you looked down at the town under you, with it being eleven at night, nobody was out right now. ukai had shut down the mart and you two found yourselves on the terrace, sitting at the very spot that you always had over the course of many years. you two had experienced this place a multitude of times — back to your middle school days, long before you two were a pair of confused adults trying to navigate your late twenties. you had sat on the same spot through high school to when you two saw each-other the last time before parting ways for college.

ukai exhaled at your silence. his voice was sheepish — vulnerable. "sorry. y'know i've tried to quit... before. it just never-" a sigh cut him off, "when you went off to college, i always thought that... by the time you came back—"

your eyes found his face, a genuine question on your lips, "you thought I'd come back?"

of course, it was not meant to be a loaded question. you were just curious because you, yourself, never thought you'd be travelling back to your native place. you thought you'd live in the city, continue having a job there... and well, eventually find a new man to settle down with. all of that probably would have been true, had it not been for the family emergency that had you quit your job to move back here. all of this was unexpected. seeing him again was unexpected. sitting on this spot on his terrace was unexpected. maybe that's why ukai's statement felt compelling to listen to.

"wh—no!" ukai's face grew paler at your enquiry. he defended himself, "not like i was hoping you'd be back or something! i just thought it we ever met for a reunion or something—"

you cut him off again, finding some flickers of amusement at the way his demeanor disheveled, "if we met, what is it you planned to do?"

"nothing." he mumbled, as you were suddenly reminded of the scrawny, buzz-cut eighteen year old boy in the body of an older, well-built adult. he grew unsure of his words, "i don't know... thought i'll be a nicotine-free bastard by then."

"how long did you think it'll take for us to reunite?" you laughed, throwing your head back at his statement, "cause you'd be damn near on your death bed by the time you quit."

"yeah, yeah. whatever. i thought wrong." he dismissed you with a long drag of his cigarette. the silence lingered. you sat quietly. you knew there was more to his statement that he allowed himself to say.

but what could ukai even say? perhaps, he thought he'd be more than just a part-time store owner, part-time coach to a highschool volleyball team by the time he saw you again. he thought he'd have something to be proud of by the time he saw you again. now, though? he was barely holding himself up, and he had a nicotine dependence. great. definitely not the position he wanted to be in when he saw you next.

you shattered all those thoughts lingering in his head, though. your voice was soft, "it's alright, keishin. everyone has skewed expectations from life, right? i mean i thought i'd be in tokyo, working in a big-ass company with a great boyfriend by now. instead, i'm here." you winced slightly at the end. at the crack of your voice, he tsked, "god, i forgot how much you hate this place."

you blinked at his words. ready to defend yourself, you felt your body inch closer towards him. the warmth of his body lit your cold skin. you held your ground. "i don't hate this place. it has memories... and people i tolerate." tilting your head towards him, you gave the blonde a small smile.

"right..." he breathed in slowly at your action, as if taken aback by the sudden gesture of appreciation, and the sudden closeness.

you laughed at his dumbfound state, pulling yourself back to your old position. "i just nag you cause i know you'd die by the time you're forty. and you'd probably take me down, killing me with all of this second-hand smoke."

"jeez." the man scrunched his masculine features into a jagged laugh. "so much for being childhood friends, huh? i thought you were looking out for me."

the sultry muscle of his tongue came to lick his bottom lip and your eyes went down to the glistening pair. you felt your eyes transfix at his lips, watching intently as he brought the cig to them and inhaled it yet again.

oh, whatever you were thinking was sooo wrong. so, so wrong. he was your friend! your childhood friend! but... your life was already down in the dumps. you were back in your hometown with no job, and a troubled situation back home... was it so wrong to indulge in a fantasy? a reckless, stupid fantasy... but a fantasy nonetheless.

"say, keishin..." your words were soft, easily lost between the winds. you paused, and ukai raised an eyebrow at you, still speaking with a cig tucked between his lips, "hm, what?"

your hand reached over to his mouth. picking off the half-smoked cig, you held it in your fingers for the barest fraction of a second before tossing it to the ground under.

ukai's eyes widened, body lurching forward as if he could catch the cigarette mid-air if he tried hard enough. he looked back at you, peeved, "those things cost money y'know—?"

your words were slow, ghost-like, "what if i help you quit?"

his face fell, "wh- huh? it won't work. i told you. i've tried to before—"

"i'll be around for a while, atleast." placing your palms against his cheeks, you drew the man in till his lips pressed against yours in a chaste peck. you heard a whimper cross his lips, his eyes blown wide as he felt you slot your lips against yours. but the moment lasted a lot shorter than his shock did.

you pulled back almost immediately. your cheeks were tinted red, hands shaking at your own prospect. you met his eyes, then his lips — the ones that you just kissed — and then back to his eyes.

"next time you get the itch for a smoke..." you paused, "come to me instead."

ukai blinked at your words. he was frozen in the state you had left him. when his senses returned to his blushing self, the first thing he did was laugh — a loud guffaw.

your confidence at your prospect waivered. you blinked, "wh-what?"

"you kissed me?!" he laughed, the crows feet at the edge of his eyes deepening at the action. warmth rose to your cheeks, your eyes fluttering down to your lap. "forget it! it-it was a stupid idea... i was just trying to help—"

a warm, rugged palm came to pull at your chin. the blonde pulled you by your face to come closer to him. his lips ghosted over yours, voice desolate, "well, i'm craving a smoke real bad right now."

huh?! was keishin ukai entertaining your stupid idea?! no way!

"well, you know..." you maintained the hairsbreadth of difference, not letting him close the gap. "i hate the smell of cigs." pushing him back, you gave him an innocent smile, "okay, then! next time I see you, you better not smell of cigs! hope you really quit this time."

keishin ukai got no time to comprehend your words — with you already swinging off your legs and walking off the terrace. his hoarse voice called after you, erratic gaze only able to see your turned back, "wh-wait! you're leaving?!"

"uh-huh. see ya tomorrow!" you didn't bother turning back, "let's hope you try to resist those death sticks!"

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one day later.

the knocks on your family home were rampant. again, and again, and again and then, as you opened it, you found ukai at the door.

"k-kei?" your brows furrowed as you stepped out. looking around, you asked, "shouldn't you be at school right now—?"

"smoke break." he quickly answered. "i haven't had one all day long and i- i... i feel like I'm gonna go insane if I don't have atleast one."

you cocked an eyebrow, halfway confused by his words. "huh? smoke break—?"

"don't you remember what you said..." his voice grew weak, body jittery, "yesterday?"

"oh?" your eyes widened, "oh?! you haven't had any today?"

"not yet." he nodded in agreement, "but if you don't... help me out... i feel like i am gonna have no choice."

you fleetingly glanced back at your house. you were alone, for your mother had gone to the market to get groceries. looking around once more — both inside your house and outside the street to look for nosy neighbors, you tugged the man in through the door. "come in."

you warned him, "but we gotta be quick. mom's gonna be back any minute now."

"yeah, okay." he nodded at the simple instruction, "i just need a peck or two. i'm gonna be fine—"

well, you two certainly hadn't stopped at 'a peck or two.'

'cause next you knew, you were plastered against keishin ukai's lap, kissing each other sloppily. your clothed pelvis circled over his, your mouth drowned his. ukai ran his broad palms over your back, his eyes closed as he felt your tongue dance against his. it was true, you had realized as you had stuck your tongue down his throat — he hadn't had a smoke. if anything, he tasted of the cheap gum he sold at his store.

bringing your hand up to his hair, you tugged at the blonde locks and groaned, "fuck, kei. what's got you this... needy?" you laughed as he kissed the edge of your mouth, and then your chin and jaw — unable to hold himself off.

"mmph— nationals are close," he mumbled against your soft skin. "stress level's real high. gotta get my fix in."

he didn't allow for you to ask any other question, or even think anything else for that matter. no sooner was he done talking that his lecherous mouth was back on yours. a rough palm made it's way to your chest, pressing down on the swell of fat slowly. you pressed your chest harder against his palm, moaning at the simulation his rough touches painted you with, "shit. kei."

"yeah, yeah. keep sayin' my name like that." he pinched the peak of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, coaxing more profanities out of your pretty lips.

both of you were spilling nonsensical babbles into each other's mouth, touching each other desperately with all of your clothes still on. keishin had barely slithered a hand under your tee when you heard the gate slide open and you mother yell, "I'M HOME!"

both of you panicked — acting like sixteen year olds caught doing something illegal rather than two hormonal, horny adults who had been making out in your ancestral home for a sinfully long time. well, when i say it like that, it certainly just sounds like you two were a pair of sixteen year olds having their first kiss and getting caught.

as you heard your mother's soft footing come closer and closer to the living room, you scrambled off of ukai. you imagined that if someone were to record you in this moment, you would resemble a tarantula rather than a person. as soon as you got some reasonable distance between you two, you pet down your hair and pulled the hem of your t-shirt down. you further crawled against the floor to gain some distance from the man.

the blonde man was in no better state. he was the one who practically shoved you off of him as he frantically wiped the dribble of saliva from his lips and jaw, even more frantically searching for some sort of blanket or pillow or— or anything! to hide his raging boner from your innocent, old-souled mother.

you two were still very disheveled when your mother showed up at the living room door. as soon as her face peaked into the room, you threw a throwaway pillow straight into ukai's lap. he flinched at your throw. you winced. your mother's eyes regarded the scene in front of her with utter bewilderment. she tilted her head, the two bags of groceries in his hand still hanging in air as she looked from you to keishin, then back from him to you.

"keishin?" she called politely, "what are you doing here so suddenly?"

"i-uh." the man darted his gaze from your mother to you, swallowing his words in a thick, guilty soup. you rushed to his rescue, laughing candidly as you answered your mother, "oh, he- he wanted to get my tripod stand from me."

"tripod stand?" your mother echoed, "what for? aren't you supposed to be at school right now, keishin?"

"i- i do." he mumbled, "s-smokebreak—"

you cut him off again, "he wanted to film the game of the kids on my tripod stand! he- he told me that he wanted to review the footage later to give them notes. y'know, since nationals are coming up!"

"oh?" your mother smiled at the answer. she put the groceries down, clapping, "i heard karasuno's really gonna go to nationals this time around! i hope that's true. it'll make your grandfather proud."

"let's hope." he stretched his guilty features into a tainted smile, "err, we've got some fantastic first years. with them..." his voice trailed off as he scratched the back of his neck, "hopefully."

"alright, let me get something for you!" your mother disappeared down the hall into the kitchen, calling after herself, "does pudding sound good?"

"YEAH━" keishin ukai had just started when you yelled over him, "DON'T GET HIM ANYTHING MOM! HE HAS TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL NOW. HE'S REALLY SHORT ON TIME!!"

before ukai could turn to you and give you a look like that of a kicked puppy, you berated him through hushed whispers, "leave. now."

he sounded upset. a man on the verge of a meltdown, honestly. "but... but my smoke break has fifteen minutes left."

"you're gonna have no minutes left on earth if my mother gets to know what we were upto. just go."

although dejected, the man picked himself up — and then immediately sat back down on the matted ground. you threw him a bewildered look, hissing, "what?"

"i-" he glanced at his lap, the one still concealed by the pillow. "i need like five minutes... to get my order in business before i leave."

"right."

although, you had started helping your friend out from the sympathy of your heart, this was turning catastrophic. but after this encounter one thing was clear, your residence was off the table.

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five days later.

the volleyball gymnasium was right like you had left it back in high school. sure, maybe a bit modernized but most of it was the same, from the wooden floors to the high ceilings. well, not like any of that mattered. not when you and ukai were more busy exploring the supply closet. keishin ukai was pressing his hot, athletic body against yours and caging you against a wall in that same supply closet.

after realizing that your house was off limits, you two had to relocate. in a moment of desperation, and err, well, maybe keishin ukai had some fantasies — eitherways, he had asked you to come to the school to see him. you had complied.

now, a rough palm of his parted your thighs as you whispered, "are you sure this is okay, kei?"

"uh huh." the man nodded, his piercings catching the pale glint from the light that poured in from the gymnasium outside. he grinned, "the kids have classes for another one hour. we can have our fun till then. besides, y'know... no smoke, so i'm on edge." the light caught against his canines as he flashed you a smile.

"mhm." you smiled, looping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer, "c'mere."

he didn't bother with any of that romantic shit. this was carnal. primal. he needed you for his survival. he needed you like a man hooked on your kisses ━ well, probably because he was.

grabbing the back of your head, he guided you towards him. his lips were a different shade of desperation every time he kissed you. one of his broad, warm hand sneaked under your shirt and palmed your tits through the fabric. another hand found it's position against your heat. he thumbed your clit through the flimsy fabric, gathering wetness on the cloth as you moaned into his mouth.

"kei," your eyes crossed, jaw falling slack as he retreated that hand from your core and instead pressed his knee into the clothed mound. he ground his knee against your wettened core and you rutted right back — like an animal in heat.

neither of you were undressed, too scared that someone would walk in and see you both naked. instead, the both of you twisted and tangled, clothed skin against clothed skin, arms against arm, till neither of you could fully comprehend where one ended and the other began. his breathing was labored. drops of sweat cascaded down your back. it was growing hotter and hotter and hotter in this wretched, small, stuffy closet.

pulling away from his mouth, you heaved as you asked, "d'you have a condom?"

he nodded. too quick, too desperate. "yeah. uh, 's in my pocket."

you gave him a smile, and he fished through the pockets of his matching tracksuit without you having to utter even a single command. you could hear the plastic rustling about, his thick fingers trying to pull them out and tear them to move forward.

and then, you heard echoes of quick steps, with loud, jovial words following through. someone, or no, rather a lot of people had entered the gymnasium. you and ukai could hear them. you two met each other's gaze and froze.

"shit." you gasped. he repeated, "shit."

"let's clean this place up and start with the practice till coach comes." you heard a soft, authoritative voice carry itself through the gym. following the boy's command, a number of voices echoed "yes!" and "let's play!"

you heard footsteps falling towards the supply closet. ukai parted from you, quickly zipping up his track jacket and fixing his pants while muttering, "shit shit shit. that's daichi. why're these chumps here so soon?!"

"daichi?!" you echoed, and the man answered quick, "uh. he's the captain. third year."

you barely heard him in your frenzy, going to fix your own outfit and hair before the younger boys barged in and realized their coach was getting hot 'n heavy inside the supply room. from the corner of your eyes, you noticed ukai shoving in the condom back inside his pocket and aimlessly trying to fix the bulge in his pants.

the door slid open and there stood four boys — a tall, gentle boy. another boy with lighter, almost greyish hair. another bald boy. and lastly, a short, loud boy... was he in middle school?

"c-coach?" daichi stared at the blonde, pierced man first. then, slowly craned his neck to look at you. he seemed confused, but being a polite boy, he bowed when he saw you. "hello...?"

"yo, who's this?!" the bald boy was next to speak up. following him, the mild-mannered grey-haired boy spoke, "err, coach. who's she?"

'what're you doing here?" the coach shifted his weight on the balls of his feet, "shouldn't you have class right now?"

"our teachers left us early, coach." daichi answered back, "uh, did we- interrupt something?"

"what?!" you laughed, waving their words in the air, "no."

he continued in that polite tone, like a well-behaved officer. "uh, but who are you?"

"she's..." ukai glanced at you a moment and then back at his boys, "this is my childhood friend. we, uh, we both graduated from karasuno... years back."

at your introduction, you waved your hand with a polite smile, hoping that the boys were as dense as they looked and didn't catch on. ukai continued, "she came here from tokyo and she wanted to check out the high school for... for uh, memory sake. so, i used my coach privileges to get her in and show her around."

"and... you were showing her the supply closet? with the door closed and lights off?" the shorter, spiky-haired boy spoke next.

keishin laughed loudly to mask any lingering doubts, "yes, nishinoya. that is exactly what i was doing. she's a bit of a clean freak, you see... her favorite place to be were the closets."

"she is closeted?" the bald boy bunched his eyebrows at keishin's explanation. you stammered, "n-not in the closet! i mean i love closets, as— as like the place!"

keishin nodded, "uh huh."

from your periphery, you noticed the captain try not to smile, to not break while listening to this obviously fake answer. the mild-manner boy next to him was in a similar position. the other two, mildly dense boys however, seemed to buy keishin's absolutely ass answers.

you nodded quickly, playing along. "yup. i love cleaning. if you guys don't mind, i'll clean up the gymnasium before your practice!"

you hated those words as soon as they left your lips. but the damage was done. the boys were already cheering, uttering 'thank you' and handing you the mop to get the work done.

you had came for a quickie and left a maid. good heavens! it was clear that karasuno high school (and it's volleyball supply closet) was off limits too.

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fifteen days later.

the plaque on the sakanoshita mart had been turned around to face 'CLOSED' for the night. it was barely eight in the night, technically keishin ukai was supposed to have the mart open till ten at night, but he couldn't wait. he was itching — no, dying — for a smoke right now.

just one call and you had rushed over to the mart. you had no addictions to battle, you just liked kissing keishin. the plaque had been quickly turned over and the lights of the mart had been turned off. he had left the outside banner lit on, allowing people to locate sakanoshita mart incase they had to.

once done with the pre-requisites, he had you sitting on the counter. the metal was cool under your thigh. the mart buzzed faintly with the vending machine operating towards the back. outside, every once in a while you could hear cars buzz by. ignoring all of that, keishin ukai had dropped down to his knees. he had uttered, "y'know... 'm craving something real sweet right now."

you had parted your thighs, beckoning him closer with a bite down on your lips. ukai's hot breath danced across your heat for a fraction of a second before he lunged forward to make out with your cunt — all sloppy and slimy through your panties. despite being a sportsman, he wasn't a man made of patience. so, he raised your hips and stripped off the flimsy fabric from your bare cunt. no sooner was the panty off that his tongue placed flat against your throbbing clit. every every slow, sensual drag of his face, his nose bumping into your clit. he used his entire face to go up and down your cunt, uncaring that you were marred his skin with your fluids. he enjoyed the feel of it — the sticky residue making home against his lips and stubble.

"fuck..." your words grew feeble, eyes raking over the man knelt in between your heavenly thighs. the fat encaged the sides of his face, and he felt perspiration bead at his temple and cascade down his face. you felt heat steam off of your body, back arch of the cool metallic counter as he repeated the wretched action of his perfect tongue again and again.

you felt his eager mouth latch onto your honeyed lips, his sultry tongue ready to drink down your sweet nectar. keishin ukai moaned against your heat, his lips and chin dribbling with your essence and his nostrils full of intoxicating smell of your sex. he couldn't help but sigh, "so mmphh— perfect." he kissed the tender skin, parting your folds with two fingers to repeat his sinful actions again.

"HELLLOOO!!!"

you jolted. your frenzied gaze running over to the gate where a orange-headed bastard was pressing his forehead against the glass door and trying to peer inside the dimly lit shop. ukai had expected visitors — though, not really — and that was why he had left the main sign outside lit up. all of the other lights were switched off, save for the one pouring in through the vending machine towards the back.

in the dark, the children at the gate had failed to locate you two... but that didn't seem to deter their spirits. the orange haired boy smacked the glass again, "COOOOACH!! ARE YOU IN THERE? THE SIGN IS LIT UP SO I KNOW YOU ARE!!" behind him stood three boys, one blonde, and two brunettes, waiting for their coach to answer.

their coach, however, was more busy nibbling on his childhood friend's clit. if ukai were to spare any fucks, you could see none.

you grasped the roots of his hair, pulling at the blonde to rip him apart from your cunt. your eyes widened, throat parched, "there's people—"

the man was just as uncaring as before. he shrugged, kissing down your thigh now that you had held him at a punishing distance from your pretty, soppy cunt. he mumbled against your skin, painting your skin with your own essence, "it's hinata. leave him be. he'd leave in five minutes."

you craned your neck again to look at the boys at the gate and keishin used your momentary distraction to pull you by your hips and closer to his hungry mouth.

"aah—?!" you yelped, taken aback at the sudden ferociousness in his actions. you blinked, pleading to a god that was clearly deaf. "kei— the kids!"

he mumbled against your folds, "fuckthosekidsfornow." but you whined again, tugging at his locks and hissing, "go open th—ah, fuck... door."

knowing you weren't about to give up, keishin ukai groaned and got up. at this point, you assumed it was habit because he was already wiping the back of his mouth with his hand and fixing his pants. the man then walked away with a resigned sigh, pocketing your panties in his sweats and leaving you to fix yourself up till he let the kids in. he called over his shoulder, "you can go hide in the back aisle. they usually come here for the buns and don't go in the back."

you hopped off the counter. taking small steps, you reached the back of the mart with your thighs clenched as the cold, night air caressed your bare cunt. you hid behind one of the chips and other packed goods aisle.

"WHAT?" keishin called after the boys that had already made it three meters away from the shop, "WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

"SEE?! I TOLD YOU HE WAS IN THERE HEHE!" the energetic, short one quipped as he skipped over to the mart. He smiled, all wide, "hello coach!"

keishin rolled his eyes, letting the four teenagers in as the blonde monotonously asked, "why're the lights off?"

ukai muttered from the side of his mouth, "i'm trying to save up on the electricity bill."

hinata spoke up again, "but what about the customers? no one will come in if you keep the lights off!"

ukai huffed, "didn't stop you, did it? anyways. the same as always? egg rolls?"

"yes!!"

you were still standing behind the aisle, carefully listening in on the conversation when you heard soft footsteps headed your way. one of the boys quipped with lack of enthusiasm, "i'm gonna go get some chips."

you froze.

the boy — with his black hair falling across his forehead and narrow eyes — also froze when he realized that there was a woman at the end of this seemingly empty mart.

you voice was meek, unsure, "h-hey?"

he yelled, growing pale, "COACH THERE'S A GHOST—!"

you yelled as well, however, growing red, "I AM NOT A GHOST!"

"THAT UH," you heard ukai from the front, rushing to the back with another three pairs of feet following after him. he looked between you and the teenager, "that, kageyama, is my... uh, childhood friend."

already with an egg roll down his mouth, hinata asked, "buth why was thi sithing in the back—" kageyama narrowed his eyes at the orange-haired boy, "eat first and talk next, dumbass."

the blonde, however, was asking the real questions, "why was she standing in the back of your store?"

"because I love cleaning." you nodded solemnly, playing along to the one rumor already going on around you, "i was cleaning in the back."

"but you don't have any cleaning equipment?" the blonde tilt his head quizzically, "and it was really dark—"

"tsukishima and group, aren't you getting late for home? go eat some healthy food at your home!" he shot kageyama a strict look, "and you. as your coach, i uh- forbid you from eating chips till nationals."

the raven-haired boy spluttered, "huh— seriously?" but he was cut off by the other, more shy brunette. "uh, are you the woman who cleaned our gym a couple of days back? tanaka-senpai mentioned it."

hinata looked at you like you were some celebrity, "THAT WAS YOU?"

you laughed, though horrified at what your reputation had become in front of these boys. "sure am."

"alright." keishin patted their backs, turning them around and manhandling them out of the store, "goodnight!"

tsukishima turned back, "but we haven't paid—"

"my treat!" keishin nodded quickly, shooing them away, "go away now!"

once you were sure the boys had left, you stared at ukai. his handsome face was only half-lit. highlights fell across his dyed hair. your lips parted but no words came. when you finally found your ability to speak, it was sluggish, "do they think im some sort of magical maid that goes over to clean wherever you are?"

ukai stared back at you a second, just as lost for words. when he spoke, his shoulders slumped, "y'know... at this point, i think it just might be easier to smoke and die at forty."

"y'know..." you smiled, "at this point, i think i'll pick up a cigarette to combat this stress too."

you didn't need to say it, sakanoshita mart was off the table too.

you both slumped down against the aisle. the packets of ramen crinkled behind your backs. tilting your head backwards, you stared up at the turned off fluorescent lights, "say, ukai... aren't your kids gonna think you're an irresponsible adult for having sex round the corner?"

he laughed, "hey, they are the ones that keep invading my privacy."

you looked sideways and saw him already staring at you. his eyes were soft, full lips parted and piercings glinting softly. you both stayed in a silence, the kind that was only ruined by the cars outside and the buzzing of the vending machine.

you sighed, not breaking the eye contact, "i think... i might not get you to quit smoking if we keep getting caught like this."

"yeah," he smiled, "i don't think you stand a chance."

you felt a warm hand caress over your own. ukai pressed down on it. his eyes didn't leave yours either as his face trailed closer to yours. his lips were feather like against yours. he pressed a chaste kiss to your soft lips. it wasn't rushed. not carnal, or primal, or how it usually was — like he needed it like the air he breathed. this felt... more controlled, less impulsive. this felt like a choice he was making without the whims of his addiction.

he pulled apart. you watched his face, the way his eyes stayed closed, as if he was etching this memory — two on the floor of an empty mart. when he opened his eyes, he sighed somewhat miserably under the dim light, "i do need to clean the store. mom keeps nagging me."

you narrowed your eyes at him, your tone deadly. "i don't suppose you're asking me for help."

he shrugged, "well, might as well live up to the rumours, right? between coaching, and the farm, and the store— ouch!" not letting go of the hand that was in his, you had used another to smack his muscled bicep. your palm made contact with the taut skin again and keishin grinned, "sorry, sorry. i'll do it myself."

you both sat in silence for the next ten minutes before you hurried back home, and his hand never left yours.

━━━━━☆⭒

four months later.

"yeah, yeah... hah— fuck!" your eyes rolled back as keishin snapped his pelvis against your own. his balls smacked against your skin, stinging where they met repeatedly.

you were bent over the counter, your eyes glassy as the aisles of the sakanoshita mart in front of you went in and out of focus. behind you the blonde grunt, digging his rugged palms into your skin till it marked red.

"keis-shin." you managed barely, falling against the now-hot metal as he brought your body back to meet his. he hissed, "yeah?"

you threw a glance back, barely being able to see his reddened, sweat-ridden face. your lips wobbled, "w-what's... you're so rough...?"

at your obscene expression, ukai felt his hips falter. fuck. he was gonna cum. your eyes were glassy, tears pooling round the edges and dropping down in fat, hot drops that tainted your cheeks. your bottom lip was bruised — presumably from his kisses and the way you were biting into them to contain your moans. your face was flushed, hair sticky.

"'m stressed." he grunted, still drilling his erection into your velvety walls like it wasn't evident enough with just words.

your words were soft, a coo almost, "n-nationals?"

"hm." he nodded once at your words. god. your voice. he was gonna cum. fuck. the sweat beads trailed down his face and onto his muscled body. you could feel his abs press against your back as he put his body weight over yours, all but pressing you and body into the counter under him.

he didn't wanna see your face, or hear you speak, or do anything that made you... well, you, knowing very well that either one of those things could undo him in a moment. and that, was not an outcome keishin ukai was ready for.

the metal creaked as your cheek was sandwiched against it, your eyes rapidly blinking down tears as he somehow increased his tempo. thwack! his skin met yours, and the only thing echoing in the closed mart was your lewd moans and lecherous sounds of skin on skin.

"kei—" you started but he was shushing you from above, pressing messy fingers against your sticky, wet clit and massaging rough indentations of his own name.

"oh my god." your eyes blinked away the hot tears, your jaw slacking open to let chants of his name slip you by. above you, ukai was in no better state. his thighs burned with the stretch of rocking forward and backward, burying himself into you and pulling back methodically. his biceps flexed, grasping at the fat of your hips, then your waist and finally one of them wrapping around the back of your neck. his breath was labored, yours matching. his usually tied up hair had been let down, the sweaty locks being hastily pushed back so he could see you — see you whole.

your body twitched under his, the smooth skin perspired and reddened where he pressed his rugged palms against you. your chest rose and fell rapidly, hands aimlessly trying to hold the smooth metal and failing. the back of your thighs were a shade of bright red, matching the front of his thighs. your face — god. your face. your eyes were heavy with unshed tears, flushed cheeks wet from your own overstimulation. your lips were bruised and voice scratchy.

"feels s'good." you babbled against the counter and the soft voice reverberated and came back to him in a falsetto. he grinned, feeling the sweat pour down his hair and onto his muscled back. "yeah? feels good?"

you nodded with the energy you could muster — which was barely there. every inch of your strained muscles throbbed — sore and spasming — as he fucked into your needy hole. obscene fluids cascaded down his curved length, falling to the floor with each calculated stroke into you. he was slipping in and out of you so easily, like... like, "this pussy's made f'me. god."

you nodded, babbling nonsense in sync with his, "yesyesyes— god. yours. all fucking yours."

something warm spilled within his ribs, painting his intestines golden. you were... his?

he laughed, something short-lived and airy, "yeah. all mine."

with each thrust into you, your walls clawed greedily against his length, milking him for all he was worth. your heat made him dizzy, made his head spin with the way it was clinging onto you and sucking him in. every time he reeled his hips back, it seemed like your body gnawed and embedded it's warmth into his erection, leeching him off. he couldn't stop. he couldn't get off of this high that your perfect cunt intoxicated him with.

"hah— you're killin' me." and he was barely lying. keishin ukai — a man with good stamina and sportsmanship — was barely holding on with a thread. his sanity? waning. his patience? already gone. his dick twitched inside of you, beading out drops of pre that sloshed around in your womb and acted as a lube for him to fuck you.

you screamed, something rich and primal, "keiii—! cummin' haaah hngh—"

"fuck— yeah. cum f'me. cum on my cock." his vision grew bleary, sweaty palms barely making rough circles into your clit with each stroke. your body bowed, arching off of the metal and spilling against his hot body. your walls spasmed. your jaw fell open with rough moans of his name. oh, he was done for. he was done.

your body under him was slumped, barely able to hold itself up as keishin snapped his hips in irregular jitters of desperation. his cock wept, blurting out wispy ropes of white inside of your cunt. you gasped, feeling his warm seed taint your insides. he groaned alongside you, "shiiit. cummin'. i-inside you—!"

"yesyes ohmygod."

you felt his spent weight fall on top of yours. his length was still buried in you, half-hard and swimming in a pool of his own essence. you felt so full. with his hard breathing hit your backs in rough pangs, his weight blanketing over you, with his cock plugging you in. you barely caught your own breath. slowly, your breaths fell in sync. you felt him groan as he picked himself off of you.

he slowly pulled out, watching the white fluid flow down your folds along with the mess of fluids at your epicenter. at the view of the fluid flowing down your thigh, ukai felt a sly grin tug at his full lips. his.

you gave him a glance over your shoulder, sighing, "feelin' better?"

"loads." he snickered, "quite literally."

you rolled your eyes but he didn't catch it, already bending down to fetch the wipes he kept for you from a bottom cabinet near the cashier counter. picking himself back up, he gently laid you on your back and wiped it off. he spoke softly, "sorry I called you so late at night. i know it's a headache."

"not really." he could hear the smile in your words, "i mean, it's been so long since i sneaked out of my house. it was actually fun."

"hm? was it fun to fuck in an empty mart like a bunch of weird teenagers?"

you bit the inside of your cheek at the contrast between his gentle actions and the playfulness in his words. it was two in the morning, and hiding away from your families, you two were just done fucking in the ancestral mart. the pale moonlight from outside barely lit his muscled figure up. you could barely make out the hickeys littering his chest.

"um. so, how is... the practice going?" there was a gentleness to your voice that ukai picked on. this wasn't the question you wanted to ask him, he presumed. he answered anyways, "good. if we beat nekoma, then i think we'd be fine."

"tokyo, huh?" you wondered aloud, sitting upright as he disposed the tissues in a small bin nearby. goosebumps littered your body as you saw keishin pick up your discarded clothes off the floor and hand it to you gently. his fingers brushed against yours and you shuddered at the timid moment, despite all what you two were doing a little while ago. putting your head through the tshirt, you asked, "hey, be honest. did i actually help you quit smoking?"

"i—" he looked sheepish, pulling his sleep shorts up his hips, "i mean... i don't smoke two packets a day. just... one or two every three or four days. that's progress, right?"

you poked your head through the hole, smiling, "yeah it is, i suppose."

"i do have to thank you, though." he admitted next, "i don't think i would have been able to do this on my own."

you shrugged, putting on your shorts next. "that's what friends are for!"

friends? is that what you two were?

he cleared his throat, blinking at your words, "yeah... friends."

as if he got hard and came inside a friend.

you fisted your palms, waiting for the right time as he began to put his tshirt on. his face was hidden under the red shirt as you blurted out, "you remember that I've been searching for jobs?"

"eh?" his voice came muffled, "yeah. what about it?"

"i got one..." you bit your words, "in tokyo."

"oh?" he poked his head through, promptly stopping. the shirt was looped around his neck, the rest of his torso naked. he spoke slowly, "that's... uh, great!"

"i- i havent taken it yet." you barely started when he cut you off, quickly putting the shirt on, "i mean it makes sense. you hate this place and you love tokyo. you always imagined settling down there—"

you were still stuck on the first part, though. you defended yourself, "i don't hate this place."

"dislike." he sounded gruff, like on edge and itching for a cigarette. desperate and backed into a corner. "whatever. same thing."

"i— kei..." his eyes met yours and his full lips parted to sigh softly, "what?"

"i don't hate this place..." you repeated, hopping off of the counter. "there are people i—"

"tolerate." he said it in a resigned manner. you stared up at him, correcting him, "like. people i like."

you noticed his adam's apple jump up in his throat. he swallowed, waiting for you to continue. you ran a hand through your sweaty locks, "but it's a really good job opportunity. it pays insanely well."

he waited for a moment, and in those few seconds, time seemed to run slow. when he spoke again, it came without hesitation, "you should take it."

"i should." you nodded, agreeing to him as an adult talking to another adult. but keishin ukai kept talking on, "and... and tokyo isn't that far from miyagi. it's like literally around the corner."

"what?" you blinked slowly as he inched closer to you, his toes a hairsbreadth away from yours.

keishin spoke slowly, "hypothetically speaking... tokyo isn't that far away."

"it isn't... i guess."

"and if i ever feel like I'm about to relapse badly, i can just drive over to get a dose in." his eyes met yours, his taller body swallowing yours under his shadow. you nodded, "or i can drive here."

"and- and like, i'm in tokyo all the time. coach nekomata arranges practice with us often, and—"

"there's the next level of the nationals there!" you finished for him and he nodded feverishly, "and that means i'll always be around. sort of."

you felt him bend downwards, his lips brushing yours, "i think what im saying is... that you should go to tokyo, and it'll be okay." he paused, "though, i don't know if i can do all of that for a friend."

the smile across your lips faltered, "w-what?"

"it's a lot of work."

and it was, you knew that! so was it so selfish of you to want him to do it for you?

he continued against your lips, "a lot of work for a friend. but for a... girlfriend? i think i can manage it."

your eyes blew wide open. your heart thundered in your chest as you stammered out, "g-girlfriend...?"

he pulled back, looking around the empty, dark mart with darting eyes, "this isn't the most romantic way to ask you, y'know post-fuck and all but... you wanna be my—"

"yes!"

he grinned, "... girlfriend. yup. okay."

you looped your arms around him, your forehead touching his, "does this mean we don't have to hide around anymore?"

he smiled, "well, no. you're my girlfriend now."

you spoke dopily, "who knew after so many fuck sessions, we'd be here?"

the lights of the mart flickered to life. you two squinted your eyes at the sudden flush of light. you heard ukai's grandpa's gruff voice boom, "KEISHIN?"

"GRANDPA?" you both craned your neck to where the man stood at the end of the mart. the top of the mart was keishin's house, you knew it. you didn't expect his grandfather to show up mid confession at two in the night!

you let go of ukai, stepping back and bowing, "ukai sir!"

the aged man guffawed at your flushed faces, "did he finally ask you out to be his girlfriend?"

you raised your head, cocking an eyebrow, muttering, "finally...?"

the aged man didn't seem to care. he shrugged, "thank god. this bastard has been driving me crazy with his little crush on you since middle school—!"

the younger ukai sounded mortified. "GRANDPA?!"

"hahaha." the old man turned around, using the same stairs to go up. he called after himself, "make sure you sanitize this place, or your mother will skin you."

you two stood dumbfounded, watching the respectable man disappear again. you slowly brought your gaze to the beet-red man next to him. punching his arm, you gloated, "middle school huh?"

"oh, shut up."

you pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, admitting, "it's fine. i've liked you since elementary school."

"really?!" his eyes widened, face mutating in a mix of delight and confusion. "even through my bald phase?"

you grinned, "especially through your bald phase. it was kinda hot back in high school."

he ran a hand through his hair, "should I go bald—?"

"no. just shut up and kiss your girlfriend."

if keishin ukai had to really think about it, he supposed he turned out to be one lucky fella. he got a pretty girlfriend and lesser lung damage now. crazy.

you interrupted his thoughts with a quick question against his lips, "when the kids of your volleyball team find out about us... they'd realize i wasn't there for the cleaning."

ukai sighed, "they already realized that. i mean, i think daichi did first. so, then the whole team did. you'd be surprised to find out how bad they're at keeping secrets, actually."

you tilted your head, "huh?"

"yeah." ukai shrugged, "whatever. let's go back to the kissing."

"sounds good."

a/n: NOT PROOFREAD. AGAIN, IDK ANYTHING ABOUT ADDICTIONS, THIS IS A SILLY FIC!! anyways, you can pry this man from my cold, dead hands. he's just so ughhhh. love him. HE NEEDS MORE HYPE. AND IF NO ONE GIVES IT TO HIM I SHALL DO IT MYSELF. UKAI. YOU DESERVE THE WORLD. taglist: @hisbitch101 [if you wanna be added, let me know!] incase you enjoyed this, you might enjoy my tsukishima enemies-to-lover fic! give it a read :))

and thats how he ends up here on the floor with your hands feeling his back to find the tense spots to crack. and he loves you, he really does but he can't help but be scared.

"you know what you're doing right?" he asks, you can hear the crack in his voice because he's nervous.

"yea yea, trust me babe. after this you're going to be thanking me"

"when was the last time you did this?"

as a joke you take a second too long for his personal liking to reply.

"y/n you know i love you right. but so help me god if you break my back, you're paying to hospital bills." he whines. the more time you take the more nervous he gets.

"yea just calm down." you say as you push the heel of your hand into his back feeling the spot. "okay ready..?"

you push your hand a little deeper than it was before and his back cracks and he lets out a groan of relief. the tension in that spot completely. you move your hands down his back finding more spots to crack and you continue your motions down his whole back. after each crack he feels his muscles relax way more.

"okay all done" you say as you move out of his way so he can get up.

"babe..." he starts off, hands coming around your hips to pull you closer, "you are a miracle worker."

"i've been told that a couple of times before" you smile at him, putting your arms around his waist a you look up at him. "now how about i crack your neck?"

"i love you, but i think i've had enough cracking for one day." he's more nervous about you breaking his neck. but he's definitely going to be asking you more often to crack his back.

SAKUSA AND Y/N WALKED AROUND,

the campus as the sun slowly drifted further down, hiding behind the tall buildings and trees in the distance. No one was on campus anymore since classes were long done for the day, leaving a barren area absent of all the bustling life in the mornings. The air grew colder and Y/N rubbed her hands together, warming her trembling fingers up. She walked alongside Sakusa's large physique, his torso and arms covered by a dark turtle-neck shirt. He'd pulled his mask down, revealing his face to her which she glanced at every now and then.

While they walked, a thought slowly slithered into Y/N's mind. She had no idea whether Sakusa was interested in her at all, whether he found her attractive or felt any sort of way towards her. She could always tell Terushima had a sexual intrigue for her, however...she didn't know anything about Sakusa or the way he thought. Especially the things he thought about her. If she could seduce him, someone who didn't like her romantically or find her sexually appealing-- then she could seduce anyone she wanted.

And if she could seduce anyone she wanted...didn't that also mean Kenma?

At the very least, this was her thought process.

"Um...Sakusa..." Y/N whispered his name suddenly.

The muscular janitor stopped in his tracks and turned towards her with a slightly confused expression on his face.

"Hmm?" Sakusa hummed.

"Can you take me back to my dorm?" she queried. "It's kinda late and...I'm uncomfortable going by myself."

He nodded quickly. "Of course, of course."

She sighed to herself in relief when he agreed with her request. He motioned for her to follow him as he escorted her to the University's dorms. They walked around trying to find her room number and when they did, she took out her keys and unlocked her door. She stood there for a few seconds, feeling his presence lingering behind her. Her heart pounded rapidly in her ribcage as she thought about how to go about this whole thing.

Glancing over her shoulder, she smiled at Sakusa.

"Hey, you wanna come inside?" Y/N queried.

Sakusa's eyes widened in shock. "Oh-- I...don't think a staff member's allowed to enter a students dorm--"

She giggled and leaned in closer to him, bringing her lips close to his ear. Her warm breaths skimmed across the surface of his skin and he felt his body tingle in excitement from their close proximity.

"No one has to know," she murmured.

He swallowed deeply, unable to say no to her.

She pulled away and left her door wide open as she entered her room. He stood there and stared at her, gritting his teeth. He finally forced himself to enter her room and closed the door behind himself. 

"You want something to drink?" she queried, peering into her fridge. "Juice?"

"Oh. Yes, please," he answered.

She nodded and shakily grabbed a cup for him, nervousness radiating through her body. At the very least this gave her some time to think about how she would go about getting him into her bed. She filled the cup up to the brim and approached him with the juice. Then she purposely made herself trip over her feet, knocking into him as she spilt the juice all over her shirt and his own.

"Are you alright?" he asked with concern, not even caring about his clothes being dirty.

She winced. "Ah! I'm-- so sorry! I didn't mean to!"

"No, it's alright, I don't mind--" he began.

"Ah...I got it all over myself too..." she muttered in annoyance as she peeled her blouse off, revealing her bra.

Sakusa bit the inside of his cheek.

"Hey, gimme your shirt, I'll throw 'em into the washing," she said. 

"No, no, I'll be fine."

"It's the least I can do!"

"It's alright! I don't want to intrude--" 

"You're not! I'm in the wrong for spilling that all over you," she said frantically.

Seeing how she just really wanted to pay him back for what he'd done for her and how adorable she looked when she pleaded with him, he decided he'd give in to her demands. 

He hooked his fingers under his black turtle neck and pulled it over his head, leaving him completely shirtless in from of her. Her eyes trailed across his smooth skin, seeing his lean physique that had firm muscles flexing in front of her face. The veins on the surface of his hand bulged when he gripped onto his wrinkled shirt.

He handed it to her. "Here."

She nodded and motioned for him to follow her. She dropped off the clothes into the washing machine before she entered her room, leaving the door open for him. Searching through her closet, she tried to find him a spare shirt that would fit his much larger physique. However, no matter how hard she looked she couldn't find anything that would fit him.

"Uh..." she mumbled.

"Hmm?"

"I can't find any shirts for you."

"Oh."

"You're too...big."

Sakusa's eyes met her own and he resisted the urge to eye her body up. So he made himself look away from her, trying to get his mind off of what she'd just said-- convincing himself it was merely something innocent. He scolded himself for thinking anything sexual about her.

Suddenly, they heard the washing machine making odd noises. 

"Uh...is it supposed to sound like that?" Sakusa pointed down the short hall to where the washing machine was.

Y/N raised a brow and hurried out of her room, Sakusa followed along as they entered the small room, seeing bubbles spraying everywhere all over the floor. The lemony smell of washing machine detergent wafted around in the air. A scream left Y/N's lips and she immediately hurried inside, trying to turn off the machine as it kept spraying bubbles and soap everywhere. Some got into her eyes and Sakusa jumped to her aid, but slipped due to the soap.

They both knocked into each other, hitting one another to the floor. Sakusa fell first, slipping on his back as she fell on top of him. He let out a choked yelp of pain and shock when he felt a painful sensation spreading through his lower region. 

Her face had made contact with his crotch.

For a few seconds, she didn't really understand what'd happened but when she came to her senses and saw her lips pressed to his crotch, feeling something hard, she shot back to reality.

"Mgh..." she groaned and pulled away slightly, pretending to be dazed. 

"Uh--" he began, embarrassment all over his face.

Then she pretended to finally notice his bulge. "E-- eh!?"

"Look-- I-- I'm sorry--" he began.

She pouted and stared at his crotch and the visible bulge, propping herself up on her palms. She arched her back and squeezed her legs together, rubbing them. His eyes shot up and stared at her ass swaying side to side in arousal. His nostrils flared, not knowing what he should feel at this moment or how he should react to such a sight.

"Um...Sakusa..." she whispered.

His breathing became heavy, especially because of the humid air in the washroom.

"Are you...hard...?" she murmured, tilting her head to the side.

"I'm sorry-- I never meant to--"

"How...big is it?" 

His eyes widened. "Huh?"

"Can...I see?" she asked in an almost innocent manner, her teeth nibbling on her lower lip in excitement.

Sakusa felt his pants straining against his bulge. His mind was becoming blurry from her sex appeal. The way her back was arched, the way she asked him in such a seductive way, the way her breasts were so plump and round, the way her body was slick from all the water spraying everywhere.

He didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything, hoping she would just get the hint.

He swallowed. "Uh...only if you...want to...?"

Y/N brought her head back down and grabbed the zip of his trousers, biting them with her teeth. Sakusa propped himself up on his elbows, his eyes staring at her nipping on the zip seductively. Her bright pink tongue lapped across the metal as she sucked on it, driving him crazy from the sexual innuendo. Her teeth played with it for a little bit until she noticed the bulge in his pants becoming bigger and bigger. 

Deciding now was enough teasing, she pulled down the zip with her mouth...all the way to the end. She stared at his boxers which outlined something large. She licked her lips and excitement rushed through her when she remembered that she was the one who made him this way. Not Yuriko, not Saiya, not any other woman, but her. She was the one who'd gotten him so aroused with the skills she'd learnt. 

It was the first time she'd ever experienced something like this...

It made her feel...powerful.

Then with her mouth, yet again, she leaned down and nipped on the top of his boxers. She pulled them away and revealed his large region to her. A light groan left his lips when he was finally released. 

She giggled. "Hmm...!"

"I--" he began.

"You're so huge...I don't know if it'll fit in my mouth..." she whined.

It took him a second to realise what she just said.

His eyes shot wide open. "Wh-- agh...!"

She'd already started sucking on the tip as though he were a lollipop-- licking and sucking like she was eating a piece of candy. 

"Mmm..." a light moan left her lips, vibrating against him and making his legs twitch from the foreign feeling reverberating through his crotch. 

His eyes watched her taking her time with him, making him feel impatient and irritated that she wasn't going quickly enough. His mind was blurry and a muddy mess. He didn't know what was happening anymore, what he was doing there-- how any of this even occurred. His hormones were out of control and were dictating everything he thought at that moment. And the only thing he could think of was her tongue and lips wrapped around him.

Suddenly she shoved her head down, trying to do what she did with Ushijima a week ago when she was learning how to do a blowjob. This was the first time she'd actually done it for real, it felt a lot more different than Ushijima's fingers. It was a lot larger and she had to open her jaw wide, very wide, so it would fit in her mouth. Meanwhile, she also had to make sure not to use her teeth since Ushijima told her it would hurt a lot. 

It actually took quite a lot of effort.

Her jaw ached after a few seconds and she pushed her head up and down, bobbing it in a quick page.

"Agh...! Ah!" Sakusa shouted out, his voice being drowned out by the sound of the washing machine going ballistic in the background.

She'd attempted a few times to go further, but she couldn't, her gag reflex would stop her. Saliva poured from her mouth, making him more slick and smooth.

Sakusa's baritone voice bounced off the walls, echoing in her ears. 

Suddenly she felt a large hand on the back of her head, it caressed her hair for a moment then grabbed a fistful of it before it forced her head all the way down to the base. She felt something hard ram against the back of her throat. Her gag reflex was about to kick in when he pulled her head back up and then shoved it back down. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her mouth completely full and a shooting tickling sensation from her scalp rushed down her spine.

"Fuck..." Sakusa swore sharply.

"M-- mghghn...!" Y/N said, her mouth so full she couldn't even speak properly.

"Fuck...fuck...agh...!" he hissed while he face fucked her roughly.

He arched his neck and thrust his hips against her mouth, pushing himself further down her throat until he finally released himself inside. 

Y/N felt something warm, sticky and salty burst into her mouth, filling every crevice. She tried to escape the taste but she couldn't, there was so much and it just kept coming and coming, shooting down her throat and filling her mouth. Some even came out of her nose since she accidentally inhaled some. 

His grip on the back of her head loosened with the climax and she pulled away, white fluids dripping out of her mouth as she struggled to swallow it. She coughed a few times, trying to catch her breath.

Sakusa's bare chest moist with bubbles, soap and water rose and fell at a rapid pace. He couldn't believe what he'd just done with her. He stared at his fluids dripping from her nose and chin, slithering down in between her breasts, staining her dark bra.

"Y-- you're..." she choked out in shock. "Still hard...!?"

"Y/N..." he groaned, his eyes glazed with arousal and desire for her.

Sakusa stood up, pulling her to her feet as he shoved her on top of the washing machine that vibrated, bubbles shooting out of it. He tore her skirt off along with her underwear and immediately shoved his tongue inside of her. His large hands pushed her down onto her back, one grabbing her breast while his other hand ducked under her knee, posting it onto his shoulder.

His wet hand squeezed and rubbed her chest which was slippery from the soap.

The machine's vibration mixed with Sakusa's tongue made her insides tremble with excitement.

He pulled away, his hand still caressing her breasts. "You taste...good..."

She bit down on the inside of her cheek. "Wh-- I...do...?"

He then leaned in and began sucking on her ear, trailing kisses down to her jaw and neck. She could feel something warm rubbing against her entrance, making a sharp gasp leave her lips in surprise.

He whispered gruffly. "I'm gonna put it in now..."

Before she could answer, he'd already started entering her. She arched her back and turned her face to the side. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear and attempted to calm her down with his gentle voice. His hand gripped onto her leg so tightly it seemed to stop the blood flow to her toes.

Once she'd adjusted to his size, he shoved himself inside fully and began thrusting his strong hips. His hands practically tore her bra off her chest-- both of their bodies rubbing against one another at a moderate pace each time he moved his pelvis. The washing detergent on them made their bodies slick and smooth, making them slip and slide against one another, adding to the pleasure-- along with the vibrating washing machine. It helped not only Sakusa feel double the pleasure but also for Y/N, since when he pushed deep inside her his body would vibrate.

Her hair was soaking wet, sticking to her skin.

Her jaw dropped open and loud moans left her throat.

"Oh...ah..." she sighed, her toes curling.

Sakusa loved the way her voice sounded when he was inside her, stirring her up and making her go crazy.

"Nghh...! Ah! So...good...!" she cried out hysterically.

"You're so tight...!" he hissed through gritted teeth, his lips against her collarbone. "Fuck!"

Sakusa's body was already incredibly sensitive from having climaxed earlier and so he felt himself coming closer and closer to his limit with each second he continued thrusting inside her. Good thing for him though, Y/N was also very aroused from the earlier situation and could feel the same knot forming in her stomach.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers running through his wavy locks of dark hair. Her other hand moved down from his neck and dragged her nails across his pale back, causing bright red scratch marks to appear. When he thrust against her rougher in response to the painful sensation, she dug her nails in further, making him bleed.

"Agh...!" he growled against her flesh and bit down on the side of her neck, sucking on her skin roughly as muffled groans mixed with growls vibrated against her.

Y/N could feel her mind going blank from the pleasure, her body had never felt this way before. It was amazing...

She thought that if things were this amazing if she had sex with others...then how would it feel to be doing it with a man she actually had feelings for, a man she desperately wanted to be with, a man she'd dreamt of for almost three years now.

The mere thought of Kenma made her climax early. She screamed from the sudden feeling, not expecting it to happen so soon. Her back arched and her jaw dropped open, her lower lip trembling in shock.

"Ah...!" Sakusa snarled, still thrusting, getting closer to his own satisfaction.

Before he reached this though, he pulled out of her and immediately began stroking himself roughly. His dark eyes stared down at her bare body already covered in some of his fluids mixed with water and detergent. The face she was making, her mouth wide open, eyes water, back arched and legs spread wide open, her bra torn apart from her body-- it aroused him to such an extent that he actually managed to release himself.

White fluids burst all over her body.

The two stood there for a few seconds, breathing heavily and trying to catch their breaths. The washing machine finally stopped working, leaving them standing there in silence. Loud breathing echoed in the washroom.

Y/N lay there for another few seconds, her eyes widening when she realised she'd successfully seduced a random man into having sex with her. 

She was getting closer and closer to her ultimate goal.

Sakusa helped her out of the washroom and assisted her in clearing herself up. He cleaned himself off as well and grabbed his wet shirt from the washing machine that failed to fully clean his clothes. He sighed to himself but didn't feel very disappointed about this fact since he'd just had sex with the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen in his entire life. He almost couldn't believe it. He kept pinching himself every now and then to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

He stayed in her dorm for another thirty minutes, drying his clothes off in her room with her blowdryer. The man watched her as she got dressed into dry clothes and ran her fingers through her moist hair, trying to dry it off.

"Well, I guess that was a mini shower," Sakusa commented so the situation wouldn't be awkward.

"Yeah, I guess," Y/N let out a short laugh.

Sakusa stopped and stared down at the floor. "Y/N..."

"Hmm?" she turned to him, stretching her back since it ached from the physical exertion a few minutes ago.

"Why did you...want to have sex with me?" he questioned her.

She paused, not knowing how to respond to him or what to say. She couldn't just tell him she only did it to test out her skills and train herself. That would've been far too weird and embarrassing. 

"Because...I like you," she lied, saying those words without even taking a moment to think.

Sakusa's eyes widened in shock and surprise when she spoke those words. Never in a million years did he think she would ever like him or even love him in any type of way. Yet, here she was, telling him straight to his face that she liked him.

"You...like me...?" he gasped.

She nodded with little enthusiasm since what she was saying wasn't true in any form.

Clothes now dry, Sakusa stood up and wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her in close to himself. She stared up at him with a perplexed expression on her face when he did this.

"Eh--"

He smiled down at her with a soft grin. "I like you as well..."

"Oh, cool," she just said, not really caring.

He pulled her down onto the bed and got on top of her, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck, and kissing her skin passionately. He closed his eyes, smelling the scent of her flesh. His hands slithered under her shirt and felt her warm skin against his own, his rough fingers caressing her. 

Moving them up to her breasts, he rubbed them softly. "Can we do it one more time..."

"Huh--" she stammered.

"I want to do it with you...again..." he groaned, almost in pain. "I love you..."

His hands cupped her bare breasts in his palms. He pulled her shirt up her chest so he could get a better view of her lovely chest. 

"A...ah...ngh..." she breathed, turning her face to the side on her pillow-- her arms spreading up above her head.

"You're so beautiful..." he whispered as he sucked on one of her breasts softly, careful not to cause her any pain. "So...beautiful..."

His dark eyes stared up at her face twisting in pleasure as his skilled mouth worked on her chest. The way he looked up at her made it seem as though he were begging for her to let him in, to allow him to be with her one more time. His tongue lapped against her skin, licking it slowly. 

"S-- Sakus-- a--"

He didn't leave her alone, he just kept going-- switching from one breast to the other and desperately trying to please her with his mouth. Especially when she moaned out his name-- it only gave him more motivation. While he sucked, a low groan vibrated from his throat, reverberating against her breast and making her lower region throb.

"Please..." he pleaded with her. "I love you...so much..."

Y/N felt her heart pound in excitement. She'd never had someone who'd confessed to loving her so much and pleading with her. It felt...so empowering...it made her feel powerful. Even though she didn't like him at all in that way, it still felt nice. 

It made her feel in control. For once. 

"Please..."

He buried his face between her breasts, kissing between them.

"We already did it though..." she huffed.

"You made me hard again..." he whispered weakly.

"I'm really sore though," she told him the truth. "I don't think I can do it again."

A low groan vibrated in his throat.

She sighed. "Fine...I'll...use my mouth..."

He pulled away and his eyes lit up, sitting up, he straddled her torso and unzipped his pants once more. She reached her hand up and began stroking him a few times before she put him in her mouth. Her laying down position made it difficult for her to suck him off since she couldn't really move her head. So instead, he reached down and grabbed her head in both of his hands and started thrusting his hips deep into her mouth.

"F...agh..." Sakusa moaned through gritted teeth.

The bed creaked violently as his pelvis thrust back and forth at a quick pace. 

A dark blush painted his cheeks, he just couldn't get enough of her body. The more he did it with her the more he wanted to do it again and again. Even though he'd had two climaxes already a mere twenty minutes ago, he was already ready to go again. He wished he could've put it inside her again but he didn't mind, since this was just as good.

Staring down at her wide-open mouth taking him in so well, the tears in the corners of her eyes as a result of her gag reflex. 

"Agagnh...! Gah..." she choked every time he slammed into the back of her throat. "Mghfgn...!"

He was an absolute monster.

"You're...so good at this..." he tossed his head back, his wavy locks falling away from his face. "I...can't get enough..."

"Mmmgh...!" she cried out, trying to reply to him.

The veins on his hand bulged tightly from how hard he was holding her head.

"Shit...I'm...coming...!" he shouted, one of his hands slamming down onto the bedframe, grabbing it as the bed shoot. His other hand gripped her hair, thrusting a few more times until he shot his load down her throat. 

Her mouth was so wide open that the fluids all went gushing down, she swallowed every single drop.

Sakusa pulled away and zipped his pants back up, laying down beside her as she tried to catch her breath.

"Geez...h-- how...do you have so much...energy?" she whispered in shock, coughing a few times.

His hand rested on her bare belly, rubbing it and feeling her skin beneath his own.

"Because it's you..." he murmured.

"Eh?"

"I already told you...I love you, Y/N..."

"Oh, right..." she mumbled in response, wiping the saliva from her mouth.

She pulled down her shirt and he pulled it back up again, revealing her breasts and stomach. She turned to him, pouting.

"Why do you keep doing that? It's cold--" she began.

"I love staring at you..." he replied, his hand moving up and caressing one of her breasts. "...and touching you."

"You have an obsession with my boobs or something," she raised a brow at him.

"Yes," he answered, not even holding back.

"Weirdo..." she rolled her eyes.

"I've liked you...for a long time," he said. "I've been watching you for a while. I always tried to keep you safe from those who'd hurt you-- I don't think you remember but the first year you came to the University, there was a man who was bothering you. I managed to scare him into stopping--" he laughed and turned to her-- "I'm so glad...you feel the same way. I'm so grateful to even be here with you--"

"Shouldn't you...get going?" she asked. "I mean, what if you get caught."

"I'll go...but I wanna stay as long as possible," he kissed the side of her temple.

She huffed. "Whatever."

iwaizumi feels like you're hiding something from him. he doesn't know how to explain it, call it his intuition. but he feels like there's something you're not telling him, and for some reason––aka oikawa, he thinks you're pregnant.

"well if you ask me, iwa-chan, it sounds like y/n might be pregnant."

iwaizumi almost choked on air when his best friend uttered those words. was it true? was he really going to be a father? surely you would have told him, right? why wouldn't you? did you think he'd react badly? did you not want to raise a family with him?

oikawa went on, knowing his friend would get too caught up in his thoughts if they stayed in silence.

"took you long enough anyway, i've been waiting to be your kids' favorite uncle." he waved a hand playfully, "and yeah you'll be wonderful parents too, i'm sure."

that made iwaizumi's familiar oikawa-induced scowl return, earning the volleyball player a half-hearted smack on the back of the head.

iwaizumi's gait slows as he walks into your bedroom, noticing you snuggled in the covers, on your phone. when you notice him you quickly smile and greet him, opening your arms for him to give you a hug and he absentmindedly obliges, his body working on it's own through muscle memory. just the sight of you has him feeling tingly and warm.

you can tell he's not fully there when he pulls away, an almost distant look in his eyes that brings a bubble of concern to your stomach. "are you alright?"

you place a hand on his cheek and he leans into it, tilting his head, his eyes cast down as he sits next to you and wraps his arms around your waist.

his voice is small when he speaks up. "you know you can tell me anything, right?"

you frown, "of course. why?"

you tilt your head to catch his eye and he finally looks up, a hesitant and somewhat fearful look in his gaze. it's not that he was scared that you were pregnant, no. it's that he was worried you wanted to keep it from him.

his hand subconsciously drifted closer to your stomach. "are you pregnant?"

you froze and blinked once, your hand dropping from his face in shock. you don't know what you were expecting but it wasn't that. "wh––no? haji i would have told you if i was. where is this coming from?"

suddenly an embarrassed blush rose to his cheeks as his eyes widened. "uh i don't––" he sighed and let his head drop down, his voice stooping to a mumble. "shittykawa."

you raised a brow, letting out a breath of laughter that brought a smile to his lips. "trust me when i say i would tell you before oikawa if we were having a baby."

iwaizumi nodded, wanting nothing more than to hide his face. so he did, playfully tackling you, the smile on his face widening when you let out a surprised yelp mixed with a laugh as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around you to hold you close.

you quickly melted into him, wrapping yourself around him, tangling your legs together in the bed.

his voice was partly muffled as he spoke up, "guess i'll have to tell crappykawa he won't be an uncle as soon as he thought. poor guy was excited too."

you paused, your hand mindlessly playing with his hair. "...i mean...maybe he could be."

iwaizumi's breath hitched and he raised his head to look at the sheepish smile on your face. "yeah?"

you nodded. "yeah." you shrugged, "i'm ready if you are."

his heart started to beat faster, swelling with love as he leaned in to give you a sweet kiss. "i've been ready, doll."

sugawara has had an extra pep in his step all day. he woke up earlier than you to use the bathroom and when he slid back under the covers, you spoke up in your sleep, mumbling.

"mm need to tell...koshi...bout the baby."

his eyes widened, heart rate picking up as he stared at you. should he wake you up? should he call daichi? he was too excited he didn't know what to do.

he kissed you on the cheek and turned on his side to watch you with a smile on his face. he started thinking about what life was going to be like with a mini you with cute chubby cheeks.

he ended up not being able to fall back asleep, so he got an early start to his day. when you finally woke up later, he had already pretty much had a full day, prepping to be the best dad and partner during your pregnancy. he stocked up on all your favorite snacks and ingredients for your favorite meals, along with a bouquet with your favorite flowers. he was also wearing your favorite outfit on him, his softest hoodie for you to cuddle into.

he also made your favorite breakfast, you realized as you walked into the kitchen, a loving smile growing on your face. "kou what's all this for?" you immediately walked into his arms, nuzzling into the fabric of his hoodie. you looked up at him with hearts in your eyes.

"just wanted to remind you how special you are to me, and that i'll always take care of you."

"aw baby."

"so uh is there anything you wanna tell me?" he looked at you hopeful, a smile on his face.

you perked up and his smile widened. "oh, thank you baby, really. you're so sweet to me." you squeezed him tighter.

his smile faltered slightly. "anything else?"

you tilted your head. "um, i love you?"

"i love you too babe." he laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. "nothing uh...nothing else?"

your brows furrowed, an unsure smile on your face. "i don't think so?"

"you know you can tell me anything, right? especially if it's about us?"

"yeah of course i do. but i don't know what you're talking about?"

"the...the baby?"

you blinked. "whose baby?"

he blinked back. "...ours?"

"we don't have a baby...?"

"i thought...i thought we were having one?"

"...why?"

"you said...in your sleep this morning you said you had to tell me about the baby." he smiled, embarrassed. "and now i'm realizing you were probably just mumbling nonsense." he laughed. "sorry babe."

"aw kou," you pouted, both at how cute he is and how thoughful he is to have done all this for you. "you seemed so excited."

he kissed your cheek, smiling "yeah, but i can wait."

you bit your lip. "hm, well maybe...you don't have to wait that long? if you're ready."

he beamed at you, eyes tearing up, heart swelling with love for you. "i've been ready, love."

terushima was seeing signs everywhere. he had a strong suspicion that you were pregnant, and he always trusted his gut.

you'd been moody, clingy sometimes and then absolutely disturbed by his presence within a split second. and then there's the food––

"yujiii"

he came tentatively into the room, slightly afraid. "yes, my love?"

"i'm really craving the sushi from that one place we tried last time."

"the place all the way across town?"

you started to pout, tears forming in your eyes.

"no no no, hey hey, it's okay! we can just order, yeah?"

smiling, you nodded and beckoned him over for a hug. "thank you baby."

he came into your arms, basically sighing in relief. nuzzling into your neck, he mumbled, "this baby's really putting me through the ringer, but i know it'll all be worth it."

you stiffened and he immediately tensed, holding his breath. he didn't mean to say that out loud.

he tried to keep you close but you managed to pull back and look at him. "baby?"

"well yeah..." he looked down to your stomach and back into your eyes.

your eyes narrowed, your left one starting to twitch. "i'm not pregnant."

slowly, he started to back up, eyes wide. "oh–i just..."

"i'm on my period, dumbass!"

he almost tripped on the rug behind him and ran for the door. "i'm gonna order your food baby okay! forget what i just said!"

ukai wasn't a superstitious man. but something about his dream last night was making him think you were pregnant. mainly because you were pregnant in the dream.

he walked into the living room and leaned against the wall as naturally as he could, though he felt more awkward than ever for some reason, glancing at you on the couch and looking away again and again. how should he ask this?

"have you ever thought about what it'd be like if we had one of those little shits running around the house?" he cringed internally, probably not like that.

your brows furrowed in confusion, "you mean a dog?"

a flash of irritation crossed his face, moreso at the fact that he phrased his question so poorly. what was he thinking?

"n-no not like a dog. like...a little minion, you know?"

you tilted your head, even more confused. "a minion?"

he sighed, exasperated "yeah, you know. like...like a kid. our kid."

your brows raised in surprise. "oh––well..." you paused for a moment. "i mean, of course i have."

"i think you're pregnant." he facepalmed in his mind.

"...what?" you looked around, not quite knowing what to think.

he simply nodded, convinced.

"are you saying i've gained weight?"

his eyes widened in panic and he crossed the room in two steps, coming to sit next to you on the couch. "no! no, of course not babe."

"well...then why do you think that?"

"i uh..." he scratched the back of his neck, looking around. "i had a dream."

"a dream?"

"yeah." he looked at you, curious. "have you had any dreams recently?"

"not that i remember..." you looked at him weirdly, slightly concerned by your boyfriend's strangeness. "what happened in your dream?"

"you were pregnant."

you blinked at him. "okay..."

he simply looked at you like you should understand where he was coming from.

"and how did dream you react?"

he placed his chin between his thumb and pointer finger, looking up as he tried to recall. a small smile appeared on his face, "well, i was pretty happy, pretty sure i almost had happy tears." he laughed, almost fondly.

you couldn't help but let a little smile slip at your ridiculous boyfriend. "kei, did you ever stop to think maybe your brain's trying to tell you that you want a baby?"

his lips parted in shock as he looked back to you, eyes blank, blinking as his brain recalibrated. "well...huh, maybe you're right babe."

your smile grew, "i'm always right."

he rolled his eyes playfully, a smirk on his face. "yeah, yeah."