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Camming Au — Ikkei x f!reader — Prompt: Ikkei + Viagra

T/w: soft yandere, massive age gap (20 vs 69.), old man/geriatric content, Viagra use, consensual “cucking/infidelity” (brief mention of your partner — who I say allows you to cam), masturbation (m and f — both on and off-screen), slight breeding kink, kind of a crack fic, kind of angsty, Ikkei may or may not die in the end - you can decide

W/c: 13.7k

Summary: It’s the luck of a draw, that and hundreds of dollars sunk into a ludicrous website. Finally, Ikkei has to opportunity to meet, and fuck, his longtime obsession. You’re the love of his life; a cam girl he met on Chatsirbate. Being with you is everything he’s always dreamed of, and as the saying goes, he’s so happy he could die...

A/n: I know you’ve all been waiting for this. Don’t lie, you like it. As a self-declared geriatric blog, I am proud to present my very first Ikkei fic <3. I am no longer #fake. Thank you Miki for allowing me to participate in this collab and thank you to all the fans for supporting this journey, and to @rocorambles and @temptemi for beta reading! They really, really, saved this piece. Please give them a follow, and check out everyone else’s pieces for the Intoxicated collab - HERE!!!

Note: 100 coins = 1 $

Just like yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that — the house is empty.

Walking through the threshold, keys hanging limp from his lanyard, Ikkei makes his way into his dark and worn-down home. There’s no cat to greet him, no sign of a home-cooked meal, and no wife waiting in the hallway, routinely asking about his day at ‘work’.

Ikkei’s life is far from perfect. It’s empty, unfulfilling, and his glory days are a thing of the past. But maybe he can live with that, and maybe he can cope. He might even be able to manage the passage of time, the overwhelming failures beginning to pile on top of his everyday life — but if only he has you.

Only if he has his soulmate.

He needs you by his side, and he needs you to understand; this is where you’re meant to be. It’s where you’ve always belonged.

Ikkei, with his weary old body and his broken soul, wants nothing more than to come home to a fantasy. To you — his perfect, beautiful, and elusive little princess. He knows it would work out, and he knows you two would be perfect. If only you’d give it a shot. If only you’d give him a chance.

Ikkei knows you’d be happy; you just have to trust him. Falling into a seamless routine, with the love of your life standing right by your side — that’s only to be expected.

He’s confident you won’t disagree. Being with him, you wouldn’t even have to try. Ikkei’s already got it all planned out, your whole life categorized into a rigid, well-thought-out schedule. There’s no need for you to exert yourself, and you’ll likely never have to work another day in your life. Not outside of his home, and certainly not on the lewd site you currently occupy.

From the moment you open your eyes in the morning, to the moment you close them at night, Ikkei’s accounted for every second of every day. Even your “off” times are filled with menial tasks. But don’t worry, you’ll like it!

He knows you will.

Because after all, no one knows you better than Ikkei. Not your estranged parents, not your aloof boyfriend — not even yourself. It’s what he’s convinced himself after years of watching, after years of waiting. Some might call it stalking, but Ikkei calls it love; he calls it necessary.

After all he’s seen, Ikkei’s confident it won’t be hard for you to adapt. Settling into his home, becoming accustomed to your new life — the transition will be easy; ideally void of any fear. There’s no need for it. Not as long as you realize what he’s sacrificed. Not as long as you take into account that everything he’s done, he’s done for you.

When the time finally comes, and Ikkei snatches you away from your unfulfilling life, he wants you to be as comfortable as possible. He needs you to cooperate, to embrace your role as his wife, as the mother of his children.

He can already picture the smile beaming across your youthful features, pussy dripping with his seed, stomach round with his children. Ikkei can practically feel the warmth of your embrace as you realize just how loved you are, as you realize you’re finally safe.

He just hopes that it’s enough. He hopes that he’s enough… not that it would matter either way.

Ikkei aches for your presence, and he’ll do anything to get it. It’s what he tells himself as he lifts his phone to check the time, desperate to make sure he hasn’t missed your specially slotted time.

He winces as the blue light burns his eyes, as it casts the room in a cold, harsh light.

7:35 PM.

A pang of panic spreads throughout the old man’s body as he lowers the brightness and turns on the forward flashlight of his barely functional device.

Ikkei was hoping to be home earlier so he could get ready, so he could look extra nice when he sees you tonight. But with only 25 minutes left until the start of your stream, he knows that this will just have to do.

It’s disappointing to say the least, Ikkei would’ve worn something much nicer if he knew he was going to be out so late. Instead, he’s stuck in his coaching attire; grey sweats, a white t-shirt, and the Karasuno boys’ volleyball jacket hanging loosely around his hips.

And even though he knows you won't be able to see him through your screen, and even though you likely wouldn’t care either way, Ikkei thinks it’s important to always be prepared, to put in the time, the effort — even going as far as trying to impress his partner, invariably.

He knows he doesn’t have much to offer, but in his dreams, he’s sufficient. In his dreams, the two of you keep each other going. Ikkei imagines you’ll overwhelm his life, seeping into all the cracks, all the nooks, and all the crannies of his rigid and torn-up existence.

To this delusional old man, your name is synonymous with loyalty — even though he knows you have a boyfriend.

Loyalty is something that Ikkei hasn’t felt since his days competing with Yasufumi, and it’s something he yearns to recapture as his days begin to draw to a close. He deludes himself into thinking you’ll love him, despite never having met — and he tells himself it’s more than enough to make you stay.

There’s no reason for you to leave, and there’s no reason for you to look elsewhere. Not when Ikkei can give you everything you want, and everything you deserve.

He only asks that you prove your dedication, that you present yourself to him, a supple body waiting eagerly on display, ready to serve your dutiful husband.

A broken sigh leaves his lips as Ikkei shifts back to reality, his eyes scanning the dusty floors and the scattered debris with a sheen of sadness.

He wants to do something about it, he knows this is no place for a newlywed bride. But that’s easier said than done. Especially when he lives in denial of reality.

He can’t keep living like this, like a disgusting slob. Ikkei knows this — but his pride, his achy bones, and his tensing muscles — they beg for just a moment's relief. And then a moment turns to two, then three, then four, and then all of a sudden, Ikkei’s forgetting there’s even a problem needing to be solved.

He’s not as young as he used to be, and not as strong as he remembers. Ikkei’s legs almost give out beneath him as he bends to undo his shoes, knees cracking and a bead of sweat building on his brow as he makes his way downwards.

It's embarrassing.

Even just getting back up, trudging his way through the unlit house — it feels impossible. In moments like these, in these moments of weakness, Ikkei’s glad he lives alone.

“Shit,” he curses to himself, frustration welling in the base of his chest as he stumbles around the broken home.

A hip slamming into the edge of a counter has Ikkei reeling in pain. Pushing at the saggy flesh with swollen fingers, he only scoffs. Lucky for him, it seems like nothing’s broken. He’ll probably get away with a bruise, surely some tender flesh, but nothing serious. Again, not that it matters.

Even if he did hurt himself, so what? No one comes around anymore, no one even cares.

Ikkei’s not a monster, and just like everyone else, he wants people to love him. He wants them to care. Not because they’re forced to, and certainly not out of pity — but because it comes naturally, because they feel a genuine compassion.

But Ikkei’s smarter than that. He knows that he’s no one's priority, and he knows that maybe, ending up in this situation is his own fault.

It wouldn’t be a stretch to say that Ikkei’s probably the reason for his own isolation. And it wouldn’t be impossible to conclude that in his efforts to appear independent and competent — to convince his friends, his family, and even just strangers on the street that he's okay — he could be lashing out…

It’s a vicious cycle. One he’s very aware of, but one he just can’t seem to break.

It’s the reason why he’s all alone. It’s the reason why his life has fallen into shambles.

Ikkei understands this, and he sees the obvious solution, but his pride won’t let him change. Sadly, he can’t turn back time, and he can’t take back the words he’s already said.

The silence of his house, the slow drips of a broken faucet, and the cold drafts of a westward wind, all of it reminds him just how forgotten he really is. Winter will be here soon, and without renovations — without another body to help out, to keep him sane, and to keep him warm — Ikkei knows he probably won't last. He can’t help but wallow in a moment of self-pity as he contemplates how he ended up here.

If his life continues like this, then what is there left to live for? What’s keeping him alive?

It’s you.

It’s always you.

These days, everyone else is always too busy, claiming they have bigger, better, and more important things to focus on than some old, frail, washed-up coach. The Lil’ Tykes Volleyball Classroom, Karasuno, even his grandson — no one sticks around once they’ve gotten what they want. No one except for you.

You’re the only one who's present, the only one who’s there.

It takes everything he has — every ounce of patience, willpower, and sheer determination, not to give up. How can he when people rely on him, when you rely on him?

Ikkei tsks, carefully climbing his creaking steps, hands reaching out to feel what’s in front of him. A bitter resentment builds in his chest as his phone begins to flash, the device buzzing rapidly in his swollen hands.

It’s Keishin, his good-for-nothing grandson. Before it can reach voicemail, and before it can even trill again — Ikkei hits the big red button, ending the call without even bothering to check what Keishin wants.

It seems hypocritical, Ikkei saying he’s all alone and then having his grandson call him, only to ignore him moments later. But it’s justified, truly. Ikkei knows that Keishin’s only doing this for his own self-interest.

It’s the same with those annoying healthcare workers, always badgering him. His other relatives too, they’re all constantly trying to force him into senior homes, saying it’s the best option for everyone. But they’re all just doing this for themselves, not taking what he wants into the slightest bit of consideration.

These group homes, these retirement villages, his constant admittance to the hospital — it’s all just an excuse. It’s a way for his lazy grandson to get his grandpa off his back, to steal his house, to take his fortune.

Yeah, his fortune.

Ikkei chuckles maniacally to himself at such a crazy concept. How rich can he possibly be if he can’t afford to turn on his lights, if he can’t hire someone to clean his home?

Ikkei’s old, but he’s not completely senile. He knows what these so-called senior “resorts'' entail, and he understands the schemes his relatives are plotting even before he’s reached his deathbed. He’s seen the commercials, he’s read the pamphlets, and he’s heard the horror stories. These places, they’re for old people, for sick people — and Ikkei isn’t old or sick. He’s just, seasoned…

So when Ikkei finally makes it to his room, chest heaving with harsh pants and lungs gasping for a taste of oxygen, he tells himself that this is nothing. Even the most seasoned athletes get tired sometimes.

He tries his best to live in this land of illusion, to recapture the image of youth, but the fantasy only goes so far, and time waits for no one.

It’s easy to hide the small things, the thin sheen of sweat building on his brow, the throbbing of his feet, even the rattle of his chest to some extent. But he can’t hide everything, and certainly not forever. It’s impossible to mask the shake of his hands, the slight limp in his stride, or the chronic ache in his hunched-down spine.

It’s only when he sits, when he slumps his body against his orthopedic chair, that literal tears of relief begin to pool across his eyes. It’s at times like these, in the silence of his room, away from the rest of the world, that Ikkei’s forced to face reality. These are the only times he lets himself be vulnerable.

Achy bones and tense muscles are all the gray-haired man can think of as he reaches towards his desk, as he flicks on his ageing lifeline. The shake of a well-used mouse and the clacking of a worn-down keyboard brings to life the only device that connects him to the rest of the world, to what’s really important — to you.

The loud noise of his computer both startles and brings this old man immeasurable joy. There’s a pain in his lips as they begin to crack with happiness, a smile stretching widely across his sagging and wrinkly features. The computer’s slow to turn on, and even slower to connect itself to the internet.

As the clock continues to tick in the corner of his monitor, Ikkei begins to bounce his foot in nervousness.

7:48 PM.

Time is clearly not on his side, and to highlight that point, Ikkei almost blunders the most important part of his whole evening.

It’s not entirely his fault. His mind is filled with you, completely forgetting the little blue pill sitting just off to the side of his mouse. If not for his stray hands clumsily knocking the tablet to the floor, he never would’ve remembered.

While Ikkei is grateful that his carelessness allowed the medication to be brought to his attention, he can’t say he’s all too happy with bending down to retrieve it. With an outstretched hand, and a back groaning and cracking in protest, Ikkei lets out an irritated growl.

It’s not a matter of being able to see it. The light from his computer catches brightly on the pill, taunting and teasing the old man for another one of his many shortcomings. Ikkei’s hands are just much too swollen, and they’re much too sore to pick up the tiny capsule.

It’s degrading, and it’s humiliating, but seeing as this is the last pill he has left, Ikkei knows he can’t waste it. Not when he has such a special night planned, not when you’re expecting to see him.

Swallowing his pride, Ikkei drops to the hardwood floor on his hands and knees. A pained groan leaves his body as his joints and limbs cry from the sudden impact. Ikkei’s arms begin to violently shake as his frail figure leans closer to the floor. He sticks out his slimy tongue to scoop up the forgotten pill. It’s almost a miracle he doesn’t collapse to the floor in exhaustion, especially after a long day of spiking a volleyball to his team.

Ikkei almost vomits in his feeble attempt to pick it up. He missed the pill completely with his tongue and instead, ends up with a mouthful of forgotten dust and hair. His only saving grace is that he doesn’t have time to wallow in self-pity, and he doesn’t have time to fuck around.

In a fit of determination, he drops back down and continues to lap at the grimy floor until he feels the 50 mg pill begin to dissolve on his tongue, until he swallows it down his throat.

When he’s finally seated back at his desk, there’s not much time left for him to get ready, to navigate his way across the internet. It doesn’t help that he can hardly see, the font already as large as it can go and his screen practically burning at his retinas.

There’s a thin layer of dust coating the large display in front of him, and the tower beneath his desk isn’t faring any better. Perhaps if he cleaned it, maybe then he could see better. Maybe then the computer might run a little faster, or work a little better. But Ikkei prefers it this way, he likes the thin haze covering the otherwise reflective monitor. He can’t stand to see his reflection when the screen turns black. Catching a glimpse of his aged, ragged features, is a cruel reminder of what he isn't. At least this way, with the grimy particles sticking to the display, his image is distorted.

With only moments left on the clock, Ikkei manages to make it to his favourite browser. If there’s one thing he’s grateful for, it’s bookmarks and technology’s autofill section.

Almost on instinct, Ikkei drags his cursor over the soft pink logo, the icon affiliated with his favourite camming site — Chatsirbate.

If anyone were to look at his hard drive, they’d see hours and hours of saved videos, images, and conversations downloaded from this site.

None of that even takes into account his internet history. All the hours he’s logged just aimlessly scrolling, watching numerous streams, of numerous women. But no one, not a single one of them, could ever compare to you.

That’s why he’s scrolling through the page, eyes darting for a specific profile. Ever since your fateful meeting, on the night where he accidentally clicked your ad, his life’s been changed forever. With your kind words, your compassionate nature, your soft eyes — and not to mention the elegant way you carry yourself in front of a camera — you’ve effectively ruined his heart for any other woman.

Old eyes begin to gain new life as they scan over your name, as they trace over your signature avatar. He almost hesitates before clicking your profile page, too awestruck to even comprehend the click of a finger. But the sudden red dot flashing on and off in the corner of your profile picture startles him enough to take action. Entering your lobby, with just a minute to spare, Ikkei breathes a deep sigh of relief.

Usually, he likes to be first; he has this theory that his punctuality helps him stand out. With your chat log already swarmed with interaction, Ikkei knows it'll be hard for you to notice his arrival amongst the constant stream of notifications. But today, it really couldn’t be helped.

Honestly, he thinks you should hire a mod. Maybe then, you wouldn’t have such crass comments filling up such a beautiful movie.

These chats are mostly lewd remarks, that’s only to be expected, but Ikkei feels it’s always taken too far. Especially before you even show up to the stream, before you have the chance to stand up for yourself.

It’s always the same. People commenting on the way you run your stream, demanding that you hurry up, demanding you perform better — do the little trick they like. But almost all are unwilling to pay the cost required.

It’s obvious this audience doesn’t appreciate you. It’s evident in the way they speak, in their overall mannerisms — but you put on your show regardless, never once losing the spark in your eyes.

If they knew you like he did, or even if they knew you at all, they’d understand that these actions, comments, and just overall inappropriate behaviour, is far from the way to your heart.

Ikkei doesn’t even have a chance to defend you before the lobby of your stream is turned to dark mode. The chat that once took over the entire screen is moved off neatly to the bottom, and the rest of the space is replaced with a black screen and a pink kitten loading sign. He’s seen it more times than he can count, but the anticipation is still the same.

Every time your face appears on his screen, eyes downcast and lip between your teeth, Ikkei feels his heart skip a beat. You’re not wearing anything special, at least not from what he can see with the way your desk cameras framed. It’s just a white button-up dress shirt, but to Ikkei, anything you put on looks like it should belong on a runway. His breath stutters in his chest when you realize the stream has started, when you look up from your keyboard and grace him with a beautiful smile.

“Wow…!” Your voice is laced with chipper surprise as your eyes scan the analytics of your stream, obviously not expecting the rapid stream of chats and the sheer volume of viewers. “You guys are already here?”

“Of course,” Ikkei mumbles to himself as he slides open the drawer of his desk. He reaches into the compartment, swollen hand reaching blindly for his bottle of lube, his box of crusted tissues. Never once do his eyes wander; too busy focusing on your delicate features. He knows you can’t hear him, but he feels like he has to make it known, “I wouldn’t miss your show for anything in the world.”

His sentiment seems to be widely shared as you begin to read out comments with a large grin stretched across your lips. “Yes, anything for you, duh, did you think I wouldn’t, do you know what day it is…?”

You audibly gasp, fake shock plastering across your face as you pretend to ponder the importance of today’s date. Your finger and thumb come up to cup your chin as you furrow your face in mock confusion “Hmmmm, can you remind me? What day is it today? It must be special if there’s so many of you.”

Your chats overflow with outraged messages as your whole audience seems to blow up in a panic. And just like that, your laugh begins to fill the room. It’s a genuine laugh, one that makes his heart melt, one he can’t help but join in.

The messages don’t stop coming, not until you wave your hand, wiping a tear from your eyes as you assure everyone that of course you remember, there’s no way you’d forget such a special occasion. After all, it’s not every day you hit 100k subs, and it’s not every day you gift a loyal fan the opportunity of an… explicit meet-up.

“So,” you tease, tongue coming out to wet your lips, “I was gonna announce the winner at the end of the stream… but would you rather I tell you the winner now?”

The chats are a blur, the crowd's decision is unanimously yes. But everything comes with a cost, and nothing is given for free.

“Alright, alright, alright,” you giggle, eyes scanning your notifications as your hand comes up to bashfully cup your cheek. “I’ll announce the winner… but only if you guys donate the set amount of kibble coins that a normal stream would draw in.”

There’s a bit of an outcry in your lobby. As can be expected, your viewers aren’t particularly happy. There's a lot of misdirected anger, people saying how unfair it is for you to ask for money without even flashing tits. But just like always, you handle the situation with grace.

You simply tut your lips and wag your finger. “You guys hurt my feelings, do you not think I’m worth it?” Your lip juts out in a pout as your twirl a strand of hair around your finger. Your teasing voice reprimands the rowdy audience. “You know this is my job, right? I need to make a living, and I know a lot of you will leave once I announce the winner.”

Your voice is sickeningly sweet as you plead for their understanding. “I hope you guys understand,” another bite of your lip, another nervous twirl of your hair, “I just need to make enough to get by — you all know about my partner's ailing grandfather, the one who refuses to get proper help. If you guys don’t help me out, I’ll have to get a real job, and then you won't see me nearly as much, if at all.”

You pause for a moment, taking note of the flux and flow of your viewer statistics. The ones that are left, the ones who haven’t already moved one, those are the ones you know you’ve trapped. Those are the suckers you’ve drawn in with your line.

You move your hands beneath the table to appear more timid, to uphold the image of anxiety and guilt for asking so much from your fans. But really, your hands are roughly twisting and pinching at the tender flesh of your inner thighs. When you feel enough water has gathered across your eyes to be believable, you lift your gaze, bringing out your best dejected voice to play on their heartstrings.

“Unless… that’s what you want? It’s not, is it? Are you guys tired of my streams?”

And just like that, with a few well-chosen words, glassy eyes, and the quiver of a lip, you have these horny men in the palm of your hands. Coin after coin starts to stream rapidly into your account, the notifications flashing neatly in the top left corner as more and more donations come in. You make sure to read out everyone’s name, happy to thank your generous supporters, your most loving fans.

There’s a lot of suckers in your channel; tons of lonely men just looking for your company, your effortless validation. You prey on these men with ruthless abandon, only concerned about raking in coins for the cost of your lifestyle.

And as it just so happens, Ikkei’s one of these men.

It’s only when his handle flashes across the screen that you pause, eyes widening in shock and mouth hanging agape.

“O-oldcrow69. T-thank you for this generous donation of f-fifty thousand coins!”

Names continue to flash across the screen, and fans begin to get mad when you stop reading them out, when you continue to be hung up over this generous donation. Fifty thousand coins, that’s five hundred dollars… shelled out like it was nothing!

You know you shouldn’t be so surprised, oldcrow69 is one of your regulars. He probably spends this amount during each one of your streams, maybe even more. But still, you can’t stop the way your eyes continue to widen, shock evident across your face at the lump sum of cash he’s virtually thrown your way.

The username in question once again flashes onto your monitor, and this time, there’s another ten thousand coins attached. The notification has you quickly pulling your attention back to the stream, eyes wide with appreciation. In a matter of minutes, you’ve already made up your targeted amount. And it’s all thanks to this mysterious user, your generous benefactor — the user you’ve quickly learned to value.

With the abrupt clearing of your throat, you bring your palms up to gently slap your cheeks. A big smile spreads across your face as you gently shake your head in a playful manner, making sure to keep the illusion of a bubbly persona.

“Okay everyone! It looks like we made our goal today with the help of our most generous patron, oldcrow69! Everyone say thank you! I’m gonna announce the winner in just a minute!”

You can practically hear the cheers when you announce the starting of your draw. It’s almost like you can physically feel the anxiety and anticipation beading through your monitor as you share your screen, opening a tab linked to your Chatsirbate account, and uploading all the usernames of your subscribers into a random generator.

While your page is being spammed by overly excited kids, which probably means anyone under 40, Ikkei’s nothing but relaxed. This draw, this competition — he knows it’s only a formality. It’s just a way for you two to officially meet.

Some might think it’s insulting to treat your lover this way, to actually go as far as to fake this whole thing; to take everyone’s entries into a random generator. But Ikkei thinks it’s cute. He finds it amusing that you like to play these games, that you like to pretend that he wasn’t already pre-chosen.

This whole event, it’s just a lie. There’s no way you wouldn’t choose him, not after all the time and money he’s sunk into your streams, into your well-being — into your life. He’s your biggest benefactor, your main source of income. It’s impossible to overlook that, and both of you know it. Both of you know that’s the reason why he’s drawn, it's the reason why his username flashes across the screen in big, pastel pink letters.

Ikkei knows it for a fact, he knows you set this up. You want him, it’s as simple as that. Still, he shakes his head as you act surprised, as you excitedly announce the results out loud to the stream, it’s a little annoying.

It’s not good to lie, that’s not what good girls do, and that’s certainly not the kind of behaviour Ikkei wants from his wife. He makes note of this rebellious attitude, making sure to mark it as one of the first things he’ll change.

Honey-dipped words have Ikkei turning up his volume as you announce you’re ready to begin.

A red dot in the right-hand corner of his browser window has Ikkei choking on his spit. The flashing of crimson has him tapping the screen with thick fingers, willing, almost begging the message to open. It’s only after a moment's embarrassment that he remembers he needs to use his mouse. Clicking the icon reveals a private chat, one initiated by you.

The message is simple and to the point.

Thank you so much for supporting me and participating in this event! Congratulations on winning an exclusive meet and greet, I’ll be in contact with you at a later date.

It seems cold, almost apathetic — but Ikkei knows that’s just what you want him to think. You want Ikkei to believe this is just some auto-generated message, it’s all part of your game.

He leans closer to the screen, when he hears you speak again. He’s almost hunching over his desks as he watches you reach up to adjust your camera.

A flash of cleavage has drool pooling in his mouth, A loud groan leaving his lips as he watches you step back, as you position yourself almost fully in frame. You’re everything he’s dreamed of and more.

He watches with the utmost investment as you pace around in your oversized dress shirt, sleeves rolled up just past your elbow, and lacy pink panties flashing every time you move a certain way…

“It’s a little hot in here,” you comment, a light pant in your voice as you set up the heavy camera you’ll use for the rest of your stream. “Don’t you think so too?”

You look back at your screen, responding to the first comment that appears in your chat. “Why don’t I take my shirt off?” You answer back, a wicked playfulness dancing across your tongue. You turn to the webcam, one hand on your hip while the other cups your chin. “Do you guys think that’s a good idea?”

Ikkei winces as his loud “YES” echoes back in his silent room. His hearing aids ring with feedback, but he’s too afraid to turn them down. He’s so desperate to hear your every word. It gets to the point where he even opts not to breathe, his own pants too loud for him to focus. Ikkei’s only reminded of this basic bodily function when stars begin to dance over his eyes, when he starts to feel light-headed. His blood begins to pump as he watches you tug your pouting lip between your teeth, popping it out only moments later covered in a thick sheen of saliva.

“W-wow, do you really want me that badly?” you mumble under your breath, a pink tongue darting out to gloss over your tender lips. His own tongue darts out to mimic your actions, eagerly watching as your chest begins to rise and fall in a heavier, more obvious rhythm.

He watches as your mouth begins to part, as you drop your gaze to your fingers, digits nibbling toying with the golden buttons of your shirt. One by one, you slowly undo each clasp, eyes peeking up from heavy lids as you bashfully tease your audience.

A groan slips past your lips as you struggle with the tiny circles, “These are so difficult,” you laugh, shaking your head before continuing. “I really wish one of you could help me out…”

You don’t even have to look up to know there’s countless men offering to take you up on your cry for help. Knowing you have all this power, it spurs your ego, it allows for you to continue this questionable way of life.

You make a show of removing the rest of your shirt, slowly sliding the golden metal through each hole of your shirt in an impossibly lewd manner.

As each button slides out of its home, more and more of your supple skin is exposed to the audience. Once you reach the middle of your chest, you start unfastening your shirt from the bottom — each button more painful than the last.

You laugh as your eyes flitter over a message. Another one of your regular clients desperately vying for your attention.

“Oh?” You tease, stopping with only one button left in the center of your shirt “Is that right, owlboybo?” You take a few steps closer, reaching out to adjust the webcam to follow your form as you once again sit down, and your computer erupts.

With the rise of your chest peeking through the folds of cotton, you tilt your head slightly back. Two fingers find their way into your mouth, only to be released with a loud pop. You drag the glistening digits down your chin and along the length of your neck, only stopping when you reach the valley of your breasts, when a done-up button stops your natural path.

Ikkei slams his fist on the table, frustrated that he can't see more, that he only caught a glimpse of pastel pink lace hugging the raised flesh of your chest.

“You’d rip off my clothes? For me? How thoughtful,” you giggle, sliding the fabric off one of your shoulders, exposing your skin to the harsh lights of your home studio. “You’d take my perky tits in tits in your mouth, is that right?”

Ikkei moans as he watches the interaction. You continue to tease with a sly smirk, with your delicate fingers tapping over your lip and your face scrunches up in what he assumes is deep thought. You laugh at the eagerness that’s displayed in your chat. Everyone wants you, and they want you now.

But you just shrug them off, almost as casually as you shrugged off the thin cotton from your shoulder. A pink tongue comes out to rest on the top of your lip as you reassure the audience that this will just take a minute, you’re just switching over to your second, much better camera.

You can almost taste their protest as the screen turns black again before switching to a new angle, a shot of your pastel blue bed bedsheets and a white wall filling the frame.

Once you make sure everything’s alright on the front end, you make your way over, crossing in front of the camera before sitting down with slightly parted legs in the middle of your bed. There’s a large monitor set up to the right of your tripod, it’s how you read the comments during your stream, and it’s how you judge the angle of your camera.

You tug the cotton of your oversized shirt between your legs with the wiggle of your ass and carefully placed hands. Ikkei groans as you cover your panties, face heating up as you bashfully ask the audience how you look. “Do you think this angle is alright? Does it make me look pretty?”

It’s hard to mask your happiness as you receive a flood of compliments and reassurance. It feels good to have their favour, it feels good to be loved. It’s something everyone can agree on — you just take it that one step further.

Finally, after what feels like a lifetime, and with the encouragement of your fans, you unbutton the last gold circle. You let the white fabric fall gently down your body in an almost erotic fashion, moans slipping from your chest as the rough textile bushes against sensitive skin.

Ikkei’s breath hitches in his throat as he takes in your flawless figure. Wordlessly, he reaches his hand down to his crotch, trying desperately to stir his flaccid cock to life. He bites back his frustration as he continues to palm himself back and forth through his joggers, growing more and more riled up as nothing continues to happen.

It’s obvious you’ve done this a million times before. Hands outstretched across your body, hiding your most intimate parts from the stream. It’s almost like a dance as you run your fingers down your freshly exposed skin, as they trail across your neck, chest, arms, and even thighs. Ikkei would even go as far as to say it’s art when you push your sleeves off your arms and onto the floor.

It must be cold in your room. It’s a fact he’d be blind to miss. Ikkei wants to say the first thing he notices is the pimpling of your skin. That would be the most gentlemanly thing to point out. But in reality, it’s the way your nipples pebble beneath the thin fabric of your bralette, it’s the way your body carries a slight shake to its very foundation.

What he doesn’t know is that you do this on purpose; you like the way it displays a vulnerability to your audience, the way it plays to your nature. There’s a lot of things you do behind the scenes, it’s not hard to imagine. But no one really even tries. And why should they? This is your job, it’s your responsibility.

You can’t be successful if you can’t play to their instincts, if you don’t cater to their needs…

So that’s exactly what you do.

A soft moan fills the room as you reach a hand into the cup of your bra, as you gently grope the soft flesh of your chest. You’re so sensitive, body trembling as a finger accidentally brushes over a pebbled nipple. You hiss out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, scrunching your eyes shut as you roughly tug at the coloured nub, twisting it painfully beneath the lace.

“More.” Another moan leaves your lips as you run your free hand up and down the gentle curves of your body. “Please, feels so good.”

With a hand shoved down his pants, and a fist wrapped around his limp cock, Ikkei bites out an angry, “fuck!”

It’s both physically and mentally painful to watch you touch yourself like this. The way you tug at your tits, worshiping each mound of flesh until your panties are left a drooling mess — it has tears of frustration building in the back of his eyes.

There’s a thin sheen of sweat building across the old man’s body, his clothes beginning to feel sticky, almost damp against his skin. But he’s too tired to do anything about it. His body’s too sore to care about such a minor inconvenience.

Ikkei wishes he had you here to help, he wishes you could take off his clothes with your beautiful hands, or your pouting mouth. But he knows it’s not the right time, and he just has to wait. Thankfully, Ikkei’s nothing if not patient.

Instead of dwelling, he does the best that he can, shoving his pants down just far enough for his fat, saggy balls, and his thick, flaccid cock to rest on top of the hem of his grey sweats.

You’re so fucking hot.

He knows it, and so does everyone else watching your stream. But no matter how hard, or how gentle he tugs — and regardless of how much attention he pays to his wrinkly old balls — his cock refuses to harden.

Ikkei bangs his fist on the table, cursing angrily under his breath at the tiny blue pill he ingested just moments before. It isn’t strong enough; it’s not doing its job. Next time, he needs to do better. He needs to take more. He can’t embarrass himself, not like this, not in front of you.

Ikkei just doesn’t understand why it’s not working. The most common reason is user error, that’s more than a possibility, but Ikkei refuses to even entertain the thought. He gave it thirty minutes to work, he didn’t mix it with anything else - just a few shots of soju. In his mind, that’s more than enough preparation, that’s more than enough time. It’s worked before, so why isn’t the blood flowing down to his cock? Why isn’t he fisting a massive erection, precum glossing over his swollen knuckles?

Here you are, taunting these pathetic men, talking about how desperate you are, how slick your panties are against your cute little cunt — but Ikkei can't do anything about it.

He only falls deeper into a pit of frustration as you slip down your straps, as you unfasten the clasp in the back of your bra. You hold the lace up with your hands, rubbing your thighs together as you voice out your nervousness.

Your fans demand you drop the fabric, and so does Ikkei, fingers flying rapidly across the keyboard, his message filled with numerous spelling errors. But you remain unconvinced.

“I don’t know guys…” You mumble under your breath, “I’ve been working out more, and I think my tits might have gotten smaller… Do you think you’ll still love them? Will you promise not to judge me?”

Ikkei watches as your eyes flash over the screen, as you take in the comments with a gentle smile. A weak, okay, is all that can be heard before you’re moving your hands, before the lace drops onto your lap. Ikkei’s so caught up in your perky tits, on your beautiful chest on full display for his greedy eyes, that he doesn’t even notice you kicking the item to the floor. He doesn’t even notice the sly smirk you flash from the corner of your mouth.

As you unintentionally press your chest together, arms crossing over your front in a show of modesty, a thick glob of spit drips down from your mouth. Ikkei watches as it falls onto your tit, as it drips down into your cleavage…

It’s almost too much for the frail old man to handle. Ikkei nearly cries, face heating up with arousal and jealousy as you chase the liquid down with a single finger. Your face is hot with embarrassment as you stutter over an apology before scooping up the sticky liquid and popping it into your mouth with a soft whine.

Your voice is what spurs him further. “Please,” you pout, eyes dropping to your lap, lip once again between your teeth, “I’m really embarrassed.”

Everyone tells you not to be, assuring you that you’re perfect, in fact, you look better than ever.

But no matter what the comments say, and regardless of how sexy they say you are — how they obsess over your body, telling you how badly they want to take you over literally any surface, fucking you any way you want — you remain doubtful, body shifting back and forth with uncertainty.

“Well,” you start, “I would feel much more comfortable if we were all topless.” Your mumbles would be easy to miss, if not for Ikkei hanging off your every word. Your eyes lift to meet the camera head-on as you rub saliva-coated lips together in succession. “Can you, can you do that for me? Please?”

You don't even have to ask. Ikkei’s previously worn-down body suddenly finds new life within your request. His arthritic fingers are crying out in disagreement as they fly under the hem of his shirt, as he eagerly lifts the article off his protesting body. But to see a smile on your face, to see you comfortable, to see you happy — this is nothing, his pain is nothing.

With his white t-shirt now discarded on the floor, Ikkei brings his attention back to his monitor. He focuses on your gasping form, to the way you cry out as your fingers find their way once again to your chest, twisting gently at your already abused nipples. Your cries have him melting into his seat.

“I- I think I could cum.”

Your revelation is enough to send your followers spiralling, and Ikkei’s no exception. He watches intently as you continue to rain down pressure on your sensitive nubs, as you cry out for, “more, please!”

Consciously or not, Ikkei matches the way your hips thrust against the blue sheets of your bed, dreaming it's his cock that you’re grinding on.

Lewd moans, heavy pants, and the rustling of fabric are the only sounds taking up Ikkei’s room. His eyes roll back in ecstasy as he listens to your pleasure, as he imagines that he’s the one making you cry like this.

When Ikkei lifts his lids, gaze flickering back to the screen, he’s met with teary eyes and a quivering lip. You’re tugging roughly at your nipples, wincing and groaning with a mixture of pain and pleasure. But it’s more frustration than anything else. You just can’t get there on your own, and it tugs at the old man's heart.

A high-pitched cry of distress is all that leaves your body before you’re leaning back on your elbows, before you’re throwing up your legs, each one propped up on the bed sheets beside you.

Your voice is desperate and broken, “I-I can’t do it.” A stream of tears, internationally or not, slip down your cheek as you beg for his help, as you admit your weakness. “I- I can’t cum without you! Please!”

A part of Ikkei’s heart shatters when he sees you like this. He reaches out his hand to the dusted screen, wiping away your tears in a slow, methodical motion. You’re a big girl, you can take this.

But at the same time, it has him fuming. Ikkei clenches his jaw and furiously tugs at his cock in anger. He thinks your behaviour is more than a little questionable. The only one you should cry for is him. But here you are, spread out like a fucking whore, begging for these boys to help you cream in your panties.

Your wriggle around on the bed, desperately panting as a hand finds its way to your crotch. You cry out as your finger brushes against your clothed clit, legs shaking with pleasure.

“Please,” you cry, “please, can I touch myself?”

Ikkei just nods, a silent yes, slipping out from his rattling chest.

And you do. Shaking fingers pull aside the wet panties clinging to your soaking sex. The pink fabric giving way with gooey trails of slick dragging all the way from your greedy hole, to the drenched lace. Even beneath your ass is a dark patch of liquid. You gasp upon seeing it, pushing yourself up onto your hand, and reaching the other down to cover the spot in embarrassment.

Ikkei’s not sure how long you planned to keep the stain hidden, or how long you planned to block his view of your pretty little pussy. But your rebellion doesn’t last long. Not when you scoot your body forward, not when you grind your needy little clit against the length of your hand.

The sensation is clearly building to be too much. A thin sheen of sweat is building across your skin as you pick up your movements, as you grind even harder against your wrist.

Rolling his balls in his hand, Ikkei groans as he watches you cry out for help, as the side of your hand becomes wet with your arousal. “Don’t be shy,” he coos at the computer, “show me how badly you want me, how badly you need me.”

And just like that, as if obeying his wishes, you pull yourself away. With a heaving chest and a throbbing clit, your hand comes back to rest on the side of your thigh, just a hair away from the drooling mess you made of your cunt.

Your desperate whines continue to fill the room and you lean back once more on your elbow, lower arm resting against the bedsheets. This time, when you cry out your demands, it feels like you’re talking directly to Ikkei.

“I- I can’t wait to meet you.” Fingers slowly drag over your folds as you start to gather the arousal that’s leaked onto your thighs, spreading it over the lips of your cunt. “My pussy’s so sensitive,” you wince, recoiling as your finger accident brushes against your swollen clit. “B-but, I know you’ll take care of me, I know you’ll treat me right...”

“Please,” you cry out, glassy eyes meeting his through the screen of the monitor. “I want you to touch me, I need you to touch me. Can’t you see how wet I am? How badly my pussy is throbbing? Why aren’t you here??”

You’re almost in hysterics as you spread the lips of your cunt, as you use your middle finger to gather up your wetness and smear it across your clit. Ikkei watches as you twitch beneath your fingers, as your hole desperately clenches around nothing.

“I want you so badly,” you cry, “please, I need you to help me!”

With your desperate admission, Ikkei feels himself finally starting to harden beneath his fist, his eyes never leaving the sticky substance leaking from your folds.

Just off-screen, hidden from the eyes of your viewers, is a special little present; a tiny little box. Inside this box are all your favourite toys, all the ones Ikkei loves to watch you use.

You can’t wait any longer, pulling yourself up into a sitting position, eyes glazed over with lust and desperation.

Where are you going, baby?

Come back!

Show us your pussy!

Cream all over those fingers~

Don’t make me come spank you…

Your mouth parts with lust, heavy pants leaving your chest and you read over your comments. You want to listen; you love being told what to do — but you need more than your fingers. You need a big, fat, rigid cock to stretch your messy little hole.

You’re practically drooling as you pull the container into frame, as you watch the comments demand you share the contents.

You can’t even use your words, your mind too jumbled in a haze of lust. Instead, you dump them out in between your open legs, right in front of your throbbing sex.

Your hands skim over each toy, holding them up to gauge the interest of your viewers. Every comment, every remark, it only serves to work you up further. As you sit up on the bed, legs still spread, and knees tucked off to the side of you, you can feel the patch of wetness growing larger and larger beneath you. It’s almost uncomfortably wet as you shift your weight against the sheets, as you grind yourself against what little friction the slick sheets provide.

With each toy you show off, you enter a certain, unclear state of mind. Your thoughts are jumbled into a ball of chaos. It’s everything and nothing all at once. Hands running along all the ridges of your toys, all the different shapes, and all the different sizes, you imagine how each would feel inside you, how one will differ from the next. But it’s more than that. You clench around nothing, shifting your hip even faster as you imagine the faces of the pathetic men behind the screen. As you imagine them desperately jerking their weeping cocks to you fucking yourself on a stand-in dick.

You’re so desperate to shove one inside you, so desperate to cum around your favourite toy. You almost pick for them — but you know you need permission first.

Ikkei sits with his mouth agape, hot puffs of air rapidly leaving his chest as he watches you play with your toys, as you hold them up shyly for him to see. You don’t say much, simply stroking, and feeling the shapes of each kind of item. If he’s lucky, you’ll bring a few to your mouth.

He is almost fully hard as you stick out your tongue, running the wet flesh against a tiny pink vibrator. Ikkei chokes when you wrap your lips around a beige dildo. It feeds his ego when you say it’s your favourite, when you say you can’t live without it.

The toy is massive. Hardly fitting past the muscles of your mouth — but it looks exactly like his cock. Ikkei beams with pride every time he sees you use it, when you moan around its head, when you thrust it slowly into your mouth.

Somewhere along the way, as you strip your panties down your legs, and as you reach more of your favourite toys, Ikkei’s found himself in a trance. Without even thinking, he’s hitting the donate button again and again. It’s his way of showing you which toy he likes, the more coins he donates, the more he approves.

Your eyes widen as you see his username flash across the screen in repetitive succession. You thought tonight might be a success, and you knew the winner of your competition would surely be overjoyed, but you hadn’t expected them to stick around — much less give you so much of their money. How much is it now? It’s gotta be close to eight hundred dollars…

Shaking out of your trance, you decide to do something special for your most loyal fan. With a soft bat of your eyes, and a genuine smile gracing your lip, you look towards the camera, directly into your lover’s eyes. Embarrassment heats the tips of your ears as you nervously stroke some of the toys laid out in front of you, as you ask for your generous fan’s help.

“Do you, do you think you could help me pick my toy, oldcrow69?”

You can’t nail down why, but your interaction has your heart racing. It’s not uncommon for you to call out to a fan, to ask their advice and to make your stream more inclusive — but there’s something about this user, maybe it’s because they’re the one you’re set to meet, or maybe it’s because they’ve donated so much — but even just mentioning their name has you grinding down on the bed sheets.

Ikkei doesn’t answer at first, thinking it’s just a cruel trick of his ears. You’ve never called on him before so he doesn’t expect you to now. But it's not a trick, it’s real, and you sit there patiently waiting for your fan to answer you. It’s only when you repeat his name again, when the chats go off at the slow old man for not responding to your question, threatening to take his place and choose for him, that he snaps into action.

Of course Ikkei gets to choose. It’s almost a no-brainer with the way his hands have been hovering over his mouse, the way he’s been donating every ten minutes or so.

There’s really no competition. It’s obvious to this old man that you can see no one else but him. Ikkei always gets what he wants, and what he wants, is you — even at the cost of his retirement savings.

With a thick hand fondling his balls, rolling the hard lumps and pulling at the loose skin of his most private area, Ikkei convinces himself it doesn’t matter anyway. His money is your money, and your money is his money. It does no damage for him to share it with you, not when he’ll be controlling all your assets by the end of the month.

Stiff fingers fly to his keyboard, elbows and shoulders cracking at the sudden movement. His cock bounces off his sagging stomach as he hurriedly tries to decide which toy to pick, finally settling on the large, colourless, glass dildo laying out in front of you.

Ikkei stiffens at your praise when you tell him how happy he chose this specific toy for you to play with. He loves the way you carefully pick it up, gently brushing against your skin, wincing at the coldness of the material. Ikkei watches as you rub it between your hands, crying out when you press it against your sensitive nipples.

“It’s like an ice cube,” you giggle sheepishly, running the swollen tip of your toy down the lengths of your body.

Ikkei’s parched, the inside of his mouth is like a desert. He watches intensely as you drag the toy down to your navel before pulling it away with a squeal. No matter how many times he darts out his tongue, his cracked lips find no relief. Instead, he gnaws restlessly at the flaking skin, tugging it away and leaving open tears in his skin.

Momentary disappointment flashes over the old man's eyes as you put down the toy. Doubt crawls up the base of his spine, maybe you don’t like it so much after all.

As if reading his mind, you’re quick to reassure the audience everything’s fine, you’re just setting up, that’s all. You giggle at the confused comments asking you what else there is to do, why you need to do anything different. You answer back with a playful tone to your voice, teasing your audience as you express your need for comfort, as you shove your other toys back into the box and off to the side.

Besides, you convince them, it’ll be much better like this: back pressed against the newfound pillows, pillows pressed against the wall of your bedroom, legs spread lewdly in front of the camera — it’s the perfect view.

Ikkei’s so mesmerized by your glistening folds, by the way your pussy seems to throb under his watchful gaze, that he doesn’t notice you picking up the glass toy, not until it’s pressed against your clit, not until you’re crying out, back arched off the cushions and body trembling from the sudden temperature change.

He watches as you rub the piece of glass up and down your length, as it takes on a shiny, more reflective hue as you cover the toy with more and more of your arousal. Ikkei loves the way you look, writhing on top of your sheets, body banging softly against the wall as you throw your head back in pleasure. His choice of toy is perfect, the clear glass never truly blocking your pussy from his view.

“Shit,” he bites out, rubbing the head of his cock with a calloused hand as he watches you rub the dildo at your entrance.

It’s almost painful to watch the stretch of your cunt. You’re practically gushing with wetness, your slick covering your folds and dripping down to the sheets below you, but the toy is so thick, and you can barely push the head past your tight ring of muscles.

“It’s— it’s so big,” you moan, scrunching your face as you try to shove the toy deeper, pain clearly etched across your features. Heavy pants, and a thin sheen of sweat fill the screen and speakers. “It’s too much,” you admit, defeat lacing your voice as you pull the glass slowly from your pussy.

Once it’s out, and you take a few deep breaths, you try again. This time, the toy makes it farther than last time. Ikkei can start to see the inside of your wet, creamy cunt as you push the clear toy even deeper. But in the end, you still have to pull it out. “It hurts,” you whine, complaining that you’re “just not wet enough,” you need someone to help you, you need someone to spit on your pretty little pussy.

And just like that, without even thinking it through, Ikkei’s gathering a glob of saliva, and spitting it out onto his dusty monitor with a backbreaking force. Part of him regrets the action, the other, much larger part, relishes in the way the thick liquid drips down the image of your cunt, the way it marks you as his own.

“Please,” you beg, “I really just want you to fuck me.” Your eyes are blown wide with desperation, pupils dilated as if you’re on some kind of intoxicant — and maybe you are. Maybe you’re addicted to the way thousands of eyes are watching you, the way thousands of people are getting off to your pathetic and desperate form.

Soft words leave your lips as you lift the toy from your cunt, as a hand reaches off to the side and pumps out a few squirts of lube. “I want you to touch yourself.”

A wet tongue comes out to slide over your lips, leaving them shiny with spit. “I want you to rub your cock and imagine it’s me. Imagine it’s my hands teasing your pretty little head, rubbing my fingers down your shaft, cupping my hands under your thick, heavy, breeder balls.”

With slow and sensual movements, you lead forward, placing the base of the toy on the bed with one hand holding it down. Your palm rests on its balls, and the other circles around the shiny tip of its cock. “Is this what you want me to do to you? Is this how you want me to touch you on our date?”

Ikkei gulps down the spit he doesn’t have, hot breath fanning uncomfortably across his face. A shaky hand reaches for his lube as he squirts out a generous amount, as he rubs the greasy material all along the length of his erection. He tries his best to copy the slow and sensual motions of your hands on his screen.

“Do you like that?” You tease, hand rubbing faster against the length of your toy. “Do you like it when I touch you like this?”

Ikkei nods his head, throwing it back violently when one hand clutches tightly to his balls, when the other swirls around the sensitive tip of his erection.

He can’t decide whether he loves it or hates it, the way your breathless voice walks him through a series of different motions. You tell him to run a finger over his head, to push his finger gently inside the oozing slit of his cock. He almost doesn’t listen, too put off by your suggestion. But pleading eyes and a pouting lip have him sticking the digit just gently inside. He almost cums at the sensation, never having put anything down his length before.

And when you feel he’s had enough, you ask him to palm the tip of his cock. The rough skin of his hands feels almost painful against the soft flesh of his head. It doesn’t take long for the sensation to become too much, for Ikkei to be curled in on himself, sweat dripping down his chest as he tries his best to keep touching himself the way you want him to.

Literal tears begin to spring to his eyes when you tell him he can stop, when you tell him he’s done well. He throws his head back against the headrests of his chair, body surging with overstimulation and relief.

He’s not sure if he’s grateful or not, but you barely give him a moment's rest. Already your syrupy voice is calling him back, demanding he run his hand up and down the length of his twitching erection, demanding the other run over his body; pinching his nipples, massaging his balls, even toying with the puckered hole just beneath his perineum.

Your sweet voice talks the grizzled old man through various steps of pleasure, things he hasn’t tried before, things he probably never would've before, and things he never will again — not on his own, not without you to guide him through it.

Ikkei’s pleasure is only intensified when his attention is drawn back to you, when he catches your shaky hand bringing the lubricated toy back down your body.

You gasp in shock as the glass meets your puffy lips. Your back arches off the pillows as you once again drag the toy up and down your folds. Through lidded eyes, you gaze at your lover, and you beg him to fuck you.

“Please…” your voice comes out barely more than a whisper, dripping with lust and exhaustion. “I want you, I want you to fuck me so badly.”

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth almost alarmingly hard, the skin going white as you try to distract yourself with pain. “Can you— can you touch yourself for me, please—”

He doesn’t need to be asked twice, hands already groping his balls, tugging his cock in rough, punishing thrusts.

Unintentionally, you feel your face begin to scrunch up, mouth hanging open as you bring the glass dildo to the entrance of your hole, as a few cries leave your lips, “‘s too much— ‘can’t— owowowow—”

Ikkei watches through lidded eyes as you sensually insert the toy into your cunt, as you slowly, painfully, start to thrust it deep into your hole. Lewd comments continue to flash across the screen as you beg to be fucked, as you beg to be bred.

You don’t understand how badly he wants you; you don’t understand how long he’s dreamed about fucking your pathetic little cunt. As Ikkei fists his length, pulling roughly at his uncut cock, all he can imagine is that he’s the one inside you. That he’s the one making you moan, making those tears of pleasure stream down your burning cheeks.

Your cries only make his blood pump harder; they only make him angrier.

You can barely talk, tongue tripping over every word as you blubber out your feeble demands, as you overwhelm yourself with pleasure. “I— I want, I want you to run your hand down your length— I want you to fuck yourself on your fist— I want you to image it’s me.”

Thrusting the dildo inside your hole faster and faster, you can’t help the words that spill from your lips. You mean every single one as you press the toy against the spongy spot inside you. “I— I want you to breed me. Please, pleasepleaseplease! fill me with your seed.”

You can’t stop honey-dipped words from slipping off your tongue as you beg for something you know you can’t have. “Please,” you whine, pumping the dildo even deeper into your throbbing cunt. “I don’t want his toy, I want you! I want you to fuck me!”

“Yeah?” Ikkei growls angrily, beating his cock with relentless thrusts. “You want me to fuck you? You want me to push my big, fat cock in your tiny little hole?”

“Please,” you beg, eyes squeezed shut and tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Fuck!” He all but screams, body violently shaking with pent up aggression. “You really want it that bad, huh? A stupid little whore like you, wanting me to fill you up? You want me to push past your tight little entrance? You like it when I force my way inside? When I brush against the perfect spot inside you?”

Ikkei can’t even make out your response, not through your heady moans and high-pitched whines. So instead, he continues to tease you, his voice coming out raspy and broken. “I— I know you want it— stupid little bitch! You want me— you want me to split you in half, you want me to fill you with my cum, isn’t that right?”

“Please, pleasepleaseplease!” You continue to whine, not even understanding what you're begging for. Your body lay writhing in an overwhelming rush of euphoria as you continue to thrust the toy rapidly in and out of your greedy sex.

With your mind in a haze, muddled by carnal desires and instinctual needs, you ask to go faster, you ask to touch your clit. You can’t take it anymore, already feeling so close to the edge. Fingers fly to your sensitive nub and your body starts to crumble beneath your touch.

Your audience goes absolutely feral, telling you how they’d take care of you, how they’d make you cum, how they’d make you cream around their cocks again and again until you can’t even walk. They promise you the moon, claiming you’ll have anything you want. A cozy home to live in, plates full of food, endless streams of presents — and a stomach full of cum.

That’s all you really want. Your holes filled with pungent seed, semen dripping down your thighs, crusting in a mark of possession. You want the taste of cock in your mouth, and you want to ache as you walk. But more than anything, you want cum splashing against the entrance of your womb. You want a baby nestled deep inside your womb.

Your followers promise you everything the sun can offer, but you don’t believe a single word. You don’t listen to them.

The only one you listen to that night is Ikkei, and his chest wells with an unjustified sense of pride. Everything he’s thinking is out of the realm of reality, there's no way the two of you could communicate telepathically like he so badly wants to believe — but nothing will change his mind otherwise. This is just one of those things you can’t explain, it’s just like fate or destiny.

To the weak, feeble old man, you’re the personification of what he considers to be well behaved, a good girl through and through. You already recognize who you belong to, and both your body and your mind respond accordingly.

Ikkei can tell that you’re close with the way your body trembles, with the way heat begins to spread across your skin. There’s a shine in your eyes as you beg for release, as you beg to cum.

“Fuck… princess…” His words are drawn out and filled with pain, hissing agonizing as he rubs his hand against his sensitive tip. His voice comes out gruff, interrupted by heavy pants and deep groans and he cries out for more. “F-fuck— just like that baby, touch yourself for me— just like that— shit!”

Your voice is just hoarse as you answer back. “Please,” you whine, “please let me cum. Please let me cum on your cock!”

Honeyed poison leaks from your lips as you beg for him to breed you, as you beg for him to fill you with his thick ropes of pungent cum.

“Yes,” you whine, the clear dildo thrusting in and out of your cunt almost painfully, tears dripping down your cheeks in pleasure.“Yesyesyesyes!”

The grip around his cock is agonizingly tight. Squirting a glob of lube onto his other fist, he reaches down to roll his massive balls, breath hitching as pleasure shoots up his spine.

“M-more,” he begs, “please! Please, baby, I need more— need to see you cum— need to see you cream on my cock!”

He glares at you with hooded eyes, face scrunched up in unimaginable pleasure. He doesn’t know how long he can last, but thankfully, neither do you.

Ikkei feels his balls begin to tighten as your fingers begin to pick up the pace, as the careful pattern you rub over your clit turns into more frantic, and more chaotic motions.

“Feels soooo good!”, you cry, loud, high-pitched moans leaving your lips as you arch your back against the pillows. Your body begins to tremble uncontrollably as you reach your high, vision becoming spotty as you take your lip between your teeth. “I’m gonna cum, I'm gonna cum! Please—,” you scream, “I’m gonna cum all over your fat cock!”

Ikkei grunts wildly, like an animal in heat, loud squelches filling the room as he thrusts his fist up and down his rigid length.

“Yes,” he hisses, “that’s it, baby.”

As Ikkei hunches over, beads of sweat begin to drip onto his thighs. He can’t hold himself back much longer. “Just a little more,” he begs, “princess, please, just a little more— ”

Ikkei tugs at his throbbing cock in a feverish frenzy, his fist flying faster than what seems possible. All your sounds are drowned out by ones of his own, his hearing aids only being able to catch his loud pants and his needy whines.

“I— I’m cumming— I’m cumming, baby please! F-fuck—” his chair squeaks loudly beneath him, threatening to tip over as Ikkei wildly thrust his hips, as he slams his ass up and down on the sticky leather of his seat. Ikkei scrunches his face tightly, lube splashing uncontrollably off his dick and splattering against every nearby surface. His mouth hangs open, tongue lolling out in pleasure. His chest is heaving, his lungs wheezing and panting for air as he reaches his peak. One final squeeze to his wrinkly sack has him teetering over the edge.

“I’m gonna cum, gonna cum— gonna cum all over your pussy— shit!” He sobs, body jerking and cock throbbing uncontrollably. “Cum with me, please!”

A loud cry echoes across his empty room as his body begins to violently spasm. He hunches over himself, balls tightening and cock growing impossibly hard as he finally empties his massive, sagging balls onto his rigid fist. His seed sprays all over his bare chest and into his open, panting mouth.

It should just be a few spurts, but Ikkei can’t stop. Bursts of concentrated cum continue spray in thick, excessive ropes against every surface imaginable.

It’s absolutely euphoric for the old man, finally having the chance to clear his pipes, to empty his severely backed up reserves. He’s never cum so hard in his life, and that seems to be all you need to let go.

Seconds after he reaches his high, you find yourself crashing over the edge. Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure wash over your body as you thrash against the toy, hitting that perfect spot inside of you over and over. Tears stream down your face as it quickly becomes too much, as you work yourself to overstimulation. When you finally come to a stop, fast and ragged strokes coming to a slow and steady halt, your greedy cunt clenches around the fake cock, sucking it deeper and deeper into your dripping hole. You try to pry it out, but stinging shocks of pain-laced pleasure prevent you from moving it more than a few centimetres. You cry out as your clit throbs wildly against your fingers and you slowly stroke yourself down from your overbearing high.

Even though Ikkei’s cum, and he has nothing left to give — his cock is still painfully erect, and he’s still incredibly horny.

Loud wails continue to leave his lips as Ikkei continues fisting his cock, hands gripping tightly to his excruciatingly hard length.

Even as pain continues to shoot through his body, and as his cock screams for him to stop, he can’t bring himself to do it. His arm won't stop pumping, his fist is locked around his cock. The pain is just too good, it’s too addicting.

Your moans only encourage him further, the tugs on his cock just continue to get more and more violent.

How can he stop when you’re writhing on the bed, absolutely spent. How can he stop when your insides are creaming around his stand-in cock — something he knows he can easily replace.

It feels like destiny, stumbling across the love of his life on such a questionable site, saving her from such an unfortunate future. As he slowly begins to loosen his grip on his cock, Ikkei basks in his fortune.

Ninety percent of the time, no matter how hard he tries, he just can’t cum. Ikkei used to barely even get hard. But now, with you in his life, with the way you deliberately tease him, with the way you almost directly address him — it’s like he’s twenty again. Even as he’s panting, chest rising and falling in heavy, dramatic motions — he’s never felt more alive.

Ikkei’s all but blacking out as he removes his hand from his cock, vision filled with fuzzy dots as he reaches for the box of tissues, carelessly grabbing a handful of rags. Even his hands feel sensitive as he rubs the material against them, as he carelessly cleans the thick globs of his seed from his cock and painfully wipes his raging hard erection. Through bleary eyes, he notices again that it’s not just on his fist, it’s everywhere.

Ikkei’s eyes begin to droop as he takes in your post-orgasmic form, as he watches you cry as you pull out the thick faux cock.

His cum is everywhere; his thighs, his stomach, his desk, his keyboard, his floor, and even the screen. Ikkei never meant for things to get so messy, already cringing as he thinks of the cleanup he’s going to have to do tomorrow. But as he stares at the screen, as he notices the placement of his cum all over your body, he can’t help but think it looks beautiful, it looks right.

Ikkei watches in awe as the thick white globs drip down your body, his mind whirring with all the possible scenarios, all the things the two of you could do together. It’s easy for his mind to get lost in the fantasy, to close his eyes and pretend that all your sweet words, your beautiful smile — it’s only for him.

If not for your chipper voice at the end of the stream, repetitively reminding your audience to take care of themselves and wash up properly, Ikkei probably would’ve fallen asleep on the chair. His eyelids are impossibly heavy, and his muscles are beyond strained.

Black once again begins to dance behind his eyes as Ikkei stumbles upward. He moans in pain as his erect, over-sensitive, and completely swollen cock slaps painfully against the loose skin of his stomach. In the back of his mind, he can feel the way it leaks down his abdomen, the way it saturates through his happy trail and into his pubes. He can already anticipate the itch and the cakey crust that will cover him tomorrow, but Ikkei doesn’t have the energy to clean up. He barely even has the energy to stumble into bed.

Collapsing against the cold sheets, rolling his limp body beneath a thick comforter, Ikkei falls and struggles to get comfortable. His cock throbs painfully at the slightest brush of fabric, let alone when he places his weight against his erection. Without even having to touch his swollen and leaking length, Ikkei can tell that he’s still raging hard and filled with an excess of blood. But he’s not too concerned, it’s not too uncommon with the amount of viagra he took — that and his age. It’s just painful. It’s just an uncomfortable inconvenience.

But he should really be more careful, and he really shouldn’t go to sleep with his dick still stiff, with it leaking a steady stream of fluid every time he puts pressure on it. Maybe if he wasn’t so cheap, and maybe if he wasn’t so old, he would notice the strange tingling of his erection. Maybe he would see the soft tinge of pink leaking from the head of his cock. Maybe under the brightness of light, he’d see the dark hue of reds, purples, and even blacks that begin to cover the old man's erection.

There’s something clearly wrong, and all the signs pointing directly to the little blue pill he popped in his mouth. Was it past its expiry date, was it even the correct dosage? These are all things that should be reacting through the old man’s mind, these are all things he should know. But Ikkei’s too excited, he’s too full of adrenaline to notice or even care.

The only thing he does care about, and the only thing that manages to settle his troubled, broken old body, is the image of you.

A big picture of your smiling face panning across his monitor.

Ikkei knows he can’t afford it; his electricity bills are already too high as it is — but for once he feels grateful. Falling asleep next to the love of his life is all he could ever ask for.

With the sound of your voice ringing in his ears, and the image of you calling out for him fresh in his mind, Ikkei goes to sleep overjoyed, wanting nothing more than to relive this moment forever.

Even as he sleeps, he can’t help but think of how considerate, how thoughtful, and how perfect you are. Looking out for complete strangers, looking out for him — but who looks out for you?

It’s him, it’s Ikkei. He’s always supported you, and he always will.

It’s why the two of you will be perfect together. It’s a conviction he feels in the marrow of his bones. He knows it, and he knows that you know it as well. After all, he thinks, a smile gracing his exhausted features, that’s why you chose him as the winner. It’s why you chose to meet him instead of anyone else.

He knows it, and he plans to make it so that you know it too — so that your whole following knows it. As soon as you message him, as soon as you two meet, then you’ll see.

You need him by your side, and you need to understand; this is where you’re meant to be. It’s where you’ve always belonged.

Being with you is everything he’s always wanted, it’s everything he’s always dreamed of — and as the saying goes, he’s so happy he could die…

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rocorambles · 4 years

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Spread Your Wings

Pair: Ukai x 3rd-Year Female Manager Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Toxic Relationship, Corruption Kink, Manipulation, Degradation, Slapping, Choking, Branding, Marking, Humiliation, Dub-Con, Mind Break, Cum Play

Summary: When Ukai sees the innocent naive baby crow who’s helping to manage the chaotic flock, he can’t help but think it’s only right for him to help her spread her wings. After all, that’s what a coach is there for, right?

Requested by Anon

Ukai had noticed you right away. He thinks it's almost like fate, the way his eyes just naturally fall on you as soon as he steps into the gymnasium and he knows he should be focusing on checking out this new team he's somehow agreed to coach temporarily, but it's hard to think of sweaty brats when you're walking around, a breath of fresh air in the midst of chaotic shouting and movement. But at the sound of his name, he forces his attention back on the court, focusing on the plays in front of him despite the temptation to sneak glances your way as you excitedly cheer on your fellow third-years and he can't help but think you're absolutely adorable as you grin from ear to ear as the team plays, although he finds the returned looks of endearment from your classmates to be much less adorable. But despite it all, he's more than mildly impressed with the team's ability and as everyone files out and you give him a shy smile and a polite bow, suddenly the idea of permanently being a coach doesn't seem that bad after all.

He should feel guilty for making you do so much work by yourself, for always ushering out the rest of the team as fast as he can, spouting bullshit excuses about them needing rest and that it's a manager's job to put away all the equipment, but there's no room for remorse when it's finally just the two of you in the empty gym. He pretends to put away a few things, jot a few lines in his notebook, anything to make him look busy, but in actuality you're all he cares about and he watches as you bend over to pick up stray balls, your pants stretching over your ass as you lean down and he wonders how your cheeks would feel in his calloused hands. He watches as you reach up to take down the net, eyeing the bit of bare skin revealed when your shirt rises up with your movement and he wonders what it would look like with finger shaped bruises decorating it. And when he goes home after nights like these, he closes his eyes as he lays in bed, stroking his cock to the thought of fucking you in the equipment room, to the thought of how pretty you'd look covered with his cum, to the thought of how perfect his name would sound when you moan it.

However, he's nothing but a gentleman when the two of you interact with each other and maybe growing up in a small town like Miyagi has made you naive, but you're completely oblivious to the predatory gaze that follows you around, that eyes the flouncing hem of your school skirt as you make your way to the gym, a warm smile on your face as you greet him. Maybe if you weren't so trusting you would have seen how the blonde haired man stiffens as you bend down to take off your shoes, giving him a brief glance at your panties. Maybe you would have seen his fists clench as he restrains himself from pouncing on you right there and then. But it all goes unnoticed by you and you just happily chat with Ukai as the two of you make your way to the locker rooms to change, genuinely enjoying getting to know the older man better.

Ukai is handsome. You'd have to be blind as a bat to not notice that and as cliche as it is, as soon as you had turned 18 and entered your final year of high school, boys and men caught your eyes differently than they used to. It's ironic considering how inexperienced you are, having had nothing more than a kiss here and there, but suddenly you can't stop admiring Asahi's strong figure as it arches through the air when he spikes, your eyes linger a little too long on Suga's lips as his mouth curves into a smile, your thighs rub together at the dominant tone in Daichi's words when he uses his captain voice.

But no one distracts you more than Ukai and you can't stop staring at the way his lips wrap around the cigarettes he smokes. Your throat goes dry at the sight of his forearms flexing as he crosses his arms, and you wonder if he'd be as stern in bed as when he scolds the boys. You're secretly glad for the amount of time the two of you have alone after practices and maybe you take a little longer than you should to put away everything as you watch him from the corner of your eye, but he never seems to mind the wait, so you continue to draw it out.

You wonder if it's just your imagination that he seems more and more touchy as time goes on and you swear his fingers are almost purposefully brushing against your hands every time he passes you something. You swear he purposefully stands or sits so near you that you can feel his body heat warming your side. You swear his hand purposefully touches you lower than it should when he gives you a friendly pat on the back. But he's nothing but friendly and polite when it's just the two of you and you're not sure why you feel a tinge of sadness at that realization.

But Ukai only has so much control and when the team goes to Tokyo for a week long training camp and he sees you walk out of the girl's bathroom with that flimsy little outfit you call pajamas, your nipples evident through the thin fabric, your breasts bouncing in a way that makes it obvious you aren't wearing a bra, your ass practically falling out of your booty shorts, he can't stop the way he corners you against the wall, your surprised squeak only making his cock twitch as he hungrily captures your lips with his. He panics as he pulls away from the kiss, cursing himself for not sticking to his long-term plan, but when you shyly tug on his shirt, drawing him back down, and you hesitantly kiss him back, he melts into your touch, a smirk dancing on his lips from the success of finally having you in his clutches.

It's pathetic how easy it is to sneak you into his room at night and he can't help but think it's even more of a sign that this is fate. He knows he should feel guilty about the way he insistently coaxes you past your limits, the way you nervously bite your lower lip indicating how uncomfortable you are with how rapidly he's corrupting and defiling you, but he can't help his excitement and eagerness to fully claim your body as his and you never outright stop him...not that he'd listen to you if you did.

When you had told him you were practically untouched, he had to fight the urge to not just shove you down on his mattress and rip you apart with his cock right then and there. A pretty young thing like you was asking for trouble by revealing such delectable information to a wolf like him. But Ukai has always liked playing with his food before eating it and he takes his time with you.

The first time you're splayed out in his bed he slowly undresses you, relishing in how you shudder at just the slightest brush of his rough hands against your skin. It's all so new to you and you can feel your mind spinning just from the sexual tension in the air as layer after layer of clothing is stripped from you until you're completely bare under his still fully clothed body. You're already panting as he takes a moment to devour the sight of you and you gasp when your hands that instinctively move to cover yourself as much as you can are caught in large hands and held down on either side of your head.

"Don't you dare hide from me. I want to see every inch of you."

Your heart is racing as his lips kiss and lightly suck your neck and you mewl as his tongue continues trailing down your jugular, teeth nipping at your collarbone, lips brushing against your hardening nipples. And your back arches as he purses his lips and teasingly sucks on your nipple, one of his hands releasing yours as he tweaks and pinches your other nipple. You're nothing but a puppet in his hands and Ukai loves how sensitive you are, how responsive you are and he relishes in the way your body writhes against him, unknowingly grinding against his erect cock. If this is how you are just from your nipples, he wonders how much more you'll descend into lust if he does this…

Your eyes shoot wide open as fingertips drag against your glistening pussy and you whimper as Ukai brings his coated fingers to your face.

"I've barely touched you and you're already soaking wet, babe. You sure you're a virgin? Because it sure seems like you're a slut."

You cringe at the harsh words and you open your mouth to deny it only to let out a choked scream as he shoves two fingers into your tight walls. And oh God, you've touched yourself before, but his fingers reach deeper, trailing across places inside of you you've never felt before and suddenly it's hard to think of any retort to the humiliating words he spits down at you as he rapidly thrusts in and out of you. Maybe you are a dirty slut like he keeps on saying. You certainly sound like one as your wanton moans mix with the slick sound of your pussy as he adds another finger inside of you. You can feel a knot coiling inside of you, your thighs clenching, your fingers twisting into the bedsheets, and all it takes is Ukai's thumb circling your clit and his mouth greedily suckling your nipple to have you fall over the edge and you scream as you clench and release all over his fingers.

You're exhausted, your chest is heaving, and your mind is blank with pleasure, but there's no time to rest when Ukai shoves his coated fingers into your mouth and orders you to clean the mess you made. A part of you wishes your first sexual experience would have been a bit more gentle and loving, but you're delirious in your post-coital bliss and he had made you feel so good, surely you owe it to him to listen to him, right? You obediently suck, swirling your tongue around his fingers, grimacing at tasting yourself, but you let out a startled noise when you see him pull his pants down and begin to furiously rub himself and you try to back up, unsure of what's happening, but he wraps a hand around the front of your throat, keeping you in place as he paints your breasts with thick spurts of white. You feel so dirty and tears threaten to fall from your eyes as he coos down at you about what a gorgeous cumrag you are for him, but when he wraps his strong arms around you, you can't help but sink into the comforting warmth he provides, your physically and mentally exhausted body yearning for aftercare, yearning for affection after being so thoroughly used for the first time.

And that's how you find yourself back in his bed a second night. You're confused as he moves lower and lower on the bed, unsure what he's planning until your breath hitches at the feeling of air blowing against your already dripping cunt and your thighs instinctively try to close shut, but they're kept spread apart by strong hands as he begins to mouth and kiss your sensitive lips and you cover your face in embarrassment when he inhales your scent. But when he flattens his tongue against you and slowly drags it across your dripping slit, you try and shove his face away from you, telling him it's dirty, but you're scared into submission when he snarls at you and venomously hisses at you to lay back and take it like a good whore. Dumb little girls like you don't know anything about what makes them feel good.

You’re shell shocked into laying back, frightened from having such demeaning words thrown at you when you’re so vulnerable, but your body is forced to relax as moan after moan escapes past your lips as he slurps every drop of you up and you let out a high-pitched keen as he shoves his tongue deep inside of you, swirling the wet muscle around as he attempts to lap all of you up and it’s embarrassing how quickly you come undone as he noisily sucks your clit. Your body slumps onto the bed as you try to catch your breath, but you wail when Ukai’s tongue never stops moving and you know there’s going to be bruises from how hard he’s pressing against your thighs as he keeps you still despite your struggling. You beg for him to stop, to let you rest, but it falls on deaf ears and you think you might go crazy as all too soon you’re being forced to another peak and your face is a mess of snot and tears as your body convulses once again underneath him.

You’re still twitching when a hand drags you by the roots of your hair and you sob as your head is shoved into Ukai’s crotch, pre-cum smearing all over your face as he slaps your face with his cock and it’s all you can do to open your mouth as he shoves his shaft inside of your wet hole, forcing you down and down until your nose brushes against his lower stomach and all you smell is his musky scent, all you feel is his tip pressing against the back of your throat, all you know is the discomfort of not being able to fully breathe as you’re forcefully pulled up and down his length until you’re shoved down one final time as warm liquid seeps down your tight throat. You curl in on yourself when he finally releases you, feeling used despite the lingering toe curling pleasure that’s languidly coursing through you, but when he gives you the friendly smile you’ve come to love over the months you’ve known him and genuinely praises you for being such a good girl, your heart flutters and you let him draw you into his lap as he affectionately holds you and you think that maybe it’s not so bad after all.

But it’s the third night you slip into his room that you’ll consider the turning point in your relationship when you look back on it and the first time he takes you is everything you’ve imagined losing your virginity to be like. It’s a 180 degree difference from how he’s been the last two nights and you love it. You love how gentle he is as he sensually kisses you, you love how careful he is as he slowly sinks his cock into your tight virginal hole inch by inch, and only when you’re the one urging him to continue, begging for him to fuck you does he move his hips back and forth, showering you with praises about how beautiful you are, how good you feel, and you think you might be addicted to how right it feels when you cum, your pussy clenching around his cock, how perfect it feels to be full of him and his seed. And it’s like a switch in you has been turned on by the man on top of you as you wrap your legs around his back, forcing him to stay inside you, lewdly shaking your hips and whining for more despite the fact that you’d just climaxed and Ukai smiles at the obscene sight you make. But he only responds by gently kissing you and pulling out, making sure you’re cleaned up and taken care of despite your slutty complaints for more. And you’re left to pout as he winks and sends you back off to your shared room with the other female managers, unknowingly falling deeper and deeper into his trap.

He doesn’t text you to come to his room for the rest of training camp and you’re practically running solely on sexual frustration by the end of the week. You wait for the breathing around you to even out at night before your hands slide down between your thighs, but it’s never enough, it’s never the same, even when you try and imagine larger, rougher hands and fingers replacing yours. Imagination can only do so much when you’ve tasted reality and you glower across the cafeteria as Ukai chats with Saeko in front of you, her chest practically bouncing in front of him as she laughs at something he says. Ukai almost wants to laugh at how predictable you are and he rests a hand casually on Saeko’s shoulder as he continues talking, making sure you take notice of the contact, take notice of the way he leans in close to Saeko’s face as he whispers something in her ear. And finally all his scheming comes to fruition as the team returns to Miyagi where he quickly shoos them all away to get some rest, keeping only you behind with him as the two of you work together to put all the equipment away and he hides the smirk that threatens to spread across his face when you practically tackle him in the storage room, grinding against him like a bitch in heat and while you bounce on his cock there on the dusty floor, you promise to be his secret cute little girlfriend, his secret fuck doll, his secret cum bucket.

Luckily for him, you’re not the only naive little crow in Miyagi and the two of you go on unnoticed, the boys too focused on volleyball to notice anything off between the two of you, to notice the way your body’s changing, to notice how their manager is becoming nothing more than their coach’s little slut. They don’t notice the slight quiver in your voice or the slight whirring noise coming from inside of you as he increases the vibrations of the bullets inside of you. They don’t notice the way you always wear your jacket to hide your constantly aroused nipples. They don’t notice the way your thighs clench as you struggle to keep all of Ukai’s cum inside of you. And it’s so easy for Ukai to train you more and more each day after practice until just hearing his voice is enough to elicit a full body shudder, until just a touch of his fingertips against your skin is enough to have you arching into his touch, until you can’t go a day without his cock inside of you, until you’re completely and utterly his.

The two of you can barely wait for Nationals, excited to finally be able to spend entire nights after nights with each other, and it starts off perfectly. What’s not perfect about having his cock balls deep inside of you, your loud moans echoing off the hotel walls as he ruins you over and over again? But his fantasy is shattered when he turns the corner on his way to the restroom and finds you boxed against the wall by Miya Atsumu. Just seeing Atsumu touch something that belongs to him is enough to have his teeth clench, but it’s the little giggle and smile you give the blonde setter that have him seeing red and his nails dig into his clenched palms so tightly that tiny drops of crimson litter the floor underneath him as he watches you two. But the pain grounds him a bit and he continues to the restroom. He can wait until tonight, until there’s nowhere for you to run, until there’s no one to witness how he’ll tear you down and put you in your place, remind you who you belong to.

You eagerly slip into Ukai’s bedroom, excited for another long and deliciously exhausting night, but you hesitate as you draw near where he’s seated on the bed, mouth set in a stern line, eyes glaring at you.

“Keishin, is everything oka-”

“On your knees now.”

You immediately drop to your knees in between his spread legs, wincing at the sudden harsh contact, but you shiver as a warm hand gently rests on your cheek, a thumb caresses your cheekbone, and you instinctively lean into the touch.

“So how long have Atsumu and you been fucking?”

Your blood goes cold at his words and you recoil from his touch, or at least you try to, but you whimper as the hand that had been so tenderly touching you swiftly moves to wrap around your neck, holding you in place, cutting off your airflow, bruising the tender skin. You desperately claw at his forearm, nails digging into his skin and leaving red scratch marks all over him, but you go limp when a sharp stinging pain echoes throughout your body and suddenly your lack of oxygen isn’t top of mind as you slowly come to terms with the lingering burn of your smarting cheek and Ukai smiles at how docile you become after a single slap. You’re still struggling to breathe, but your hands return to the top of your thighs, fingers digging into your flesh as you stare up at him with teary eyes. Cute.

“I think you’ve forgotten who you belong to and I’m going to remind you that I’m the only man allowed in your life, allowed to touch you. Get on the bed, lay on your back, and stay still. You’re going to take everything I give you and you’re not going to fucking whine or complain.”

You take deep heaving breaths, gasping as you drink in much needed oxygen when he abruptly releases you and terror roots itself in you, driving you to lunge at the bed as you quickly follow his orders, not wanting to make him angrier than he already is. But when you’re spread out on the bed, your eyes nervously follow him as he takes a step back to light a cigarette and you take the tiny lull of his actions as he takes a drag as a chance to plead and reason with him, to explain yourself.

“Keishin, I swear I never let Atsumu do anything other than flirt with me. Please, you have to believe me. I only love you. You’re the only man who’s ever touched me.”

You hold your breath as Ukai slowly turns his head to look at you, blowing smoke from his lips as he regards you and you sigh in relief when he smiles as he slowly walks towards you, cigarette still in hand. And you lace your arms around his neck as he hovers over you, only to try to shove him away from you as an agonized scream is wrenched from your throat as he digs and rubs the burning end of his cigarette into your inner thigh. But he’s too big, too strong, and he doesn’t even budge an inch as he just shushes you, affectionately capturing your lips with his as he continues grinding the burning stick into you until there’s no more heat, and an aching soaring pain thrums from the spot. You’re sniffling, fat drops of tears running from the corners of your eyes when he finally pulls back and he smirks in satisfaction at the circular brand he’s left on you, practically folding you in half as he raises your leg enough so that you can also admire the semi-permanent mark he’s left on you and you just sob harder at the horrifying sight of burnt, marred skin.

“That’s what you get for being a little whore. You really thought it was okay to let another man even flirt with you? To think that they even have a chance with you? Well, I guess now you really won’t be letting Atsumu anywhere near your tight cunt. I wonder what he’d think of you when he sees that you’re already a used and owned slut. Actually, maybe I should make it even clear.”

Your body flails at those words, already dreading more excruciating pain, but you slightly pause when you see him set his cigarette aside, reaching over to grab the marker he uses to draw out game strategies for the boys instead. You hesitantly lay back on the bed as he uncaps the marker and you nervously bite your bottom lip as the tip of the marker dances across your entire torso in decisive strokes, but it’s the sudden flash of a camera that has you alert again. You cower at the dark tinge to the hungry look in his eyes as he stares at the picture he took, but after being so thoroughly corrupted by the older man on top of you, you can’t help the way your thighs clench and your pussy dampens at the image on his screen as he turns his phone towards you. Your face is a mess, tears, snot, and drool glistening in the dim light, but it’s the large black words scrawled on your naked torso, above your branded inner thigh, that has your heart racing.

Ukai’s Little Slut

A tiny part of you understands how incriminating this photo is, how you’d die of shame if this ever got leaked to your fellow third-years, but the larger part of you, the part of you that’s had lessons ingrained into it every day, takes twisted pride in the possessive claim and Ukai smiles at your lust blown pupils. You don’t know how many rounds the two of you have gone, how many times he’s had your body falling apart on his cock, his mouth, his fingers, how many loads of sticky white fluids he’s left inside of you and on you, how many positions he’s forced your body into. Your mind can’t wrap itself around anything through the dizzying pleasure your body is drowning in and your dumb fucked-silly face only has Ukai working himself into more of a frenzy as he greedily wonders how much wider your mouth can open, how much more your eyes can roll back into your head, how much louder he can make you moan and scream. And only when he’s absolutely exhausted, heavily panting, sweat dripping down the sides of his face does he let your spent body heavily drop onto the bed, enjoying how your body twitches on the rumpled bed sheets, how broken little cries still trickle out of your mouth, how your now loosened pussy convulses around the seemingly endless stream of cum that’s starting to trickle down your thigh.

An idea forms in his head as he watches the dripping fluids and you whimper as he finger fucks his cum back into your cunt, quickly pulling your panties back on and up you, forcing you to stay full with the sloshing liquid in your stomach. You’re still out of it as he devours the sight of you covered in his seed, a layer of sticky white coating and hardening on your breasts, the crude words still clearly displayed on your abdomen, black, blue, purple, and red bite marks and hickies decorating any other remaining inch of your skin, your new burn only accentuating your debauched image. But you try to rouse yourself back to reality as he lightly slaps your face until your eyes fixate on him.

“You’re not allowed to wash any of this off. When you go back to your room, I want you to sleep in this filthy mess you got yourself into. I don’t care how uncomfortable it is, how dirty you feel. You’re going to be a good girl and all day tomorrow, you’re going to keep on being a helpful manager even with a stomach full of my cum. When you come back to my room tomorrow night, I better see everything just as it is right now. You like that idea, right? You like being my dirty cum bucket, my little used toy? I wonder if Atsumu would even want to look at you if he saw you covered in cum, branded and marked like fucking livestock? Should we show him tomorrow?”

You flinch at the idea of anyone else seeing you in this state and you rapidly shake your head from side to side, weak pleas and promises spilling from your lips.

“No, I’ll be your good girl. Please don’t let anyone else see me like this. Only for you. Always only for you.”

And how can Ukai’s heart not melt at the sight of you being so good, so adorable, so submissive?

“Such a good girl. I love you, you know that right? I love you so much.”

And how can you resist the way your heart warms at those words?

“I love you too, Keishin.”

#haikyuu yandere #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu smut #ukai x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fic #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu writing #haikyuu scenarios #ukai #ukai keishin #tw: dubcon #tw: yandere

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i-cant-sing · 2 years

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Haikyuu huh? I have a little question on it! What’s your opinion on platonic Yandere coach Ukai?

Well I can't really talk about platonic yandere Ukai without talking about platonic yandere team Karasuno.

I'm imagining a reader who was getting bullied by a rival school's ruffians and some members of the team (like Daichi, Suguwara, Asahi) saw her and came to her aid. To thank them, she made cupcakes for everyone the next day. And then gradually, they all became very protective of her.

They made her attend their matches and even stay after school to watch them practice. The thing is, Y/n isn't even the least bit interested in volleyball. But everytime she's tried to come up with an excuse to leave, hell even saying flat out no, it's always Daichi who manipulates her into staying. Saying something along the lines of "Why do you not want to stay? Are we that terrible?" Or "please stay, Y/n. We won't be- I won't be at ease if you leave without anyone of us walking you back home." Or "No. You'll stay here. If you've got homework, I'll help you. I passed your class with flying colours, so you'll be just fine." And it's just so hard to say no to your seniors.

Eventually, you're somehow forced into becoming a team manager. You don't know how, you don't even remember saying yes to anything like this to their coach, but you have a feeling that they all conspired. Not to mention, you kind of overhead their teacher Takeda talking to yours about letting you skip the last two classes to help out with the team.

You've tries being a terrible manager, hoping that they'd fire you when they realise what an inconvenience you are. You even stopped helping Kiyoku with manager duties in hopes that she'll complain about you to the coach, but no. They didn't get mad at you or your behaviour. If anything, it's like they enjoyed you sitting idly while everyone worked their asses of. Like it was expected of you to be so... useless?

Helpless would be a better word.

Because that's how they saw you. A small, helpless girl that's more of a sibling to them than a school junior, someone they absolutely needed to guide, protect, coddle.

Suguwara and Asahi are just as protective of you as Daichi, just less manipulative. Suguwara likes to pester you with a lot of questions, intrusive questions. "Oh where were you last night at 9:30? Who was the guy you were having lunch with? Relative or boyfriend? It better not be the latter one. And why did you throw away the sandwich I made for you? 'It had beets?' Last I checked you were only allergic to nuts, not vegetables. Lucky for you, I made you another one. And I'm not leaving until you eat every last bite."

Asahi is your typical himbo brother who although looks like he'd break every bone in your body (he can but he wont) but is actually a huge worry wart. "Y/n? Your teacher told me you've been dosing off in class. Is that true? Why haven't you been sleeping? Is something keeping you up? You can't be missing sleep. I told you take naps, you didn't take them did you? You know what, why don't you take a nap right here, right now. No, you can lay your head in my lap instead of the bench. Huh? Well you can wear these headphones and I'll play you some ocean sounds!"

And then there's Tsukishima who likes to bully you, like the typical jerk brother. But he means well, even though its really hard to see how when he keeps ratting you to the team about you trying to skip class to go home early instead of waiting for them until practice is over and they get to walk you home. At least Yamaguchi reels the blonde in whenever he's being too mean to you.

You never thought your social battery would run out so fast until you met Hinata, Nishinoya and Tanaka. You can't stand them. They're always dragging you away whenever you're talking to someone who is not on the team, telling you that it's better for you to spend time with them than with anyone else. They don't even give you the courtesy of giving you choices like Daichi and Sugawara do, granted they are limited, but still it's better than having your decisions be made for you. Honestly, you'd much rather spend the whole day being gently lectured by Asahi for choking on saliva than spend longer than 10 minutes with them.

You initially liked Kageyama. He was quite, minded his business and didn't pester you with weird questions or shit. But... he stared. He stared when he thought you weren't looking. Like from under the bleachers, when your back is turned away from him or during matches from the court, especially whenever he scored. And his face is just void of emotion, yet he manages to instill some depth of fear in you.

You don't like being with the team alone, but you definitely don't like being with them whenever there's another team from a rival school. They all become weird, and even though you've already been forced into wearing the team's jersey, they force you into a couple more before completely hiding you from the rival team's sight.

Now, the possibility of other yandere teams is just🤩🤩🤩

#yandere Karasuno #yandere daichi #yandere daichi sawamura #yandere sugawara #yandere Asahi #yandere haikyuu #yandere Nishinoya #yandere Kageyama #yandere taneka #yandere hinata #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader

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kkusuka · 3 years

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hq fics and drabbles

here are my headcannons

all in chronological order (of their respective categories)

Fics <3

Mirror compliments <3

character: Ushijima, Tendou is mentioned

genre: angst to fluff, short story

based on this prompt: For the last few days, you’ve been getting ominous messages written in blood on your bathroom mirror. Turns out, they’re from an awkward ghost with a serious crush on you.

king <3 (song fic)

character: kageyama, slight Hinata

genre: angst?, short story

Kageyama can be king again

December 14th <3

charcters: Atsumu and Osamu Miya

genre: angst-ish, implied smut, yandere-ish

synopsis: imagine being the object of both Miya twins affection? they’ve know you were theirs from childhood, it just took you a damn long time to realize it.

Forever after All <3

character: Oikawa tooru

genre: angsty, fluff-ish

song fic of Luke Combs “forever after all”

synopsis: some things are worth waiting for ever for

Should’ve worn gloves <3 (this isnt really a fic but i love it so much)

genre: flirty fluff

character: suna rinatrou

synopsis: suna didnt wear gloves and your thighs look pretty warm

Something about Atsumu Miya <3

characters: Atsumu Miya

genre: angst

synopsis: there was something about Atsumu Miya that you couldn’t place. Until you could. Or you go through what it feels like to go through the stages of a failed relationship with Atsumu.

Our Little Corner of the Garden <3 (a personal favorite)

characters: Oikawa Tooru, slight Atsumu Miya

genre: angst

synopsis: the moment he had lead you into the small corner of the garden your heart was his.

4/25 <3

characters: Kuroo Tetsurou and Bokuto Koutarou

genre: smut

synopsis: Your college chem class is kicking your ass so when your professor recommends you to Kuroo, who seems to come in a package deal with another owl-ish boy, you were more than thankful.

The Ladies room <3

characters: Suna Rinatrou and Kenma Kozume

genre: smut

synopsis: your two new gamer friends don’t like when other guys talk to you

The locker room <3

character: Sakusa Kiyoomi

genre: smut

synopsis: Locker rooms are where memories are made

Anatomy Lessons <3

characters: Ushijima Wakatoshi

genre: smut

synopsis: ushijima is not gifted in the ways of learning

Put on a show <3

characters: Suna rinatrou x reader x atsumu miya

genre: smut

synopsis: you ride suna at a party and atsumu watches

Level up <3

characters: Kenma Kozume

genre: fluff

synopsis: the levels of your relationship with kenma

Fuck ‘em to Sleep <3

characters: Kenma Kozume x reader x Kuroo Tetsuro

genre: smut

synopsis: kenma’s gaming and you’re horny, what else to do but call Kuroo?

Body of Glass <3

characters: Iwaizumi Hajime

genre: smut

synopsis: he treats you like glass and all you want to do is get railed.

The Velvet Room <3

genre: smut

characters: Tsukishima Kei and Kageyama Tobio

synopsis: you go into a club run by the mafia, and happen to catch some attention.

Painting <3

(more of three separate drabbles)

genre: smut

characters: Suna, Ushijima, and Sugawara

you make a painting out of a strenuous activity

Muddle <3

genre: angst

character: ushijima wakatoshi

he can’t bare the thought of losing you, it just took him a bit to realize.

Broken chopsticks<3

genre: smut

character: Osamu

osamu likes watching you stake your claim just a bit to much

Drabbles <3

until i say so <3

characters: Sakusa and Atsumu

genre: smut

you don't do anything until sakusa says so

Asking you out <3

genre: angsty crack

characters: sakusa, iwaizumi, ushijima, hinata

drabbles about how thy freak out when they want to ask you out

trusted <3

genre: angst

character: Atsumu

a drabble about putting your trust in the wrong boy

Mating press <3

genre: smut

character: Bokuto

bokuto mating press’s his girlfriend

Toxic things pt. 1.5 <3 (part one is in the headcannons mlist)

genre: angst

charcters: oikawa, sakusa, atsumu, suna

you break their hearts

Lesson <3

genre: smut, kinda dark

characters: ushijima and sakusa

ushijima doesn't know how to teach his whore a lesson, so who better to ask than sakusa?

cunny stuffers <3

genre: smut

characters: Ushijima, bokuto, sakusa

they stuff you with cum

Timid s/o pt.1 <3

genre: smut

characters: daichi, bokuto

they help their timid s/o

a boob perv <3

genre: smut--ish (nothing explicit)

characters: Kenma

kenma really likes your boobs

handjob <3

genre: smut

character: ushijima

he really likes your hand around his cock

Thigh pillows <3

genre: fluff

character: suna

suna’s tired and your thighs are great pillows

Risky texts <3

genre: crack, slight smut

character: hinata

you send your boyfriend a steamy text during practice

Panty thief <3

genre: smut-ish

character: sakusa

he likes to take your panties

Timid S/o pt.2 <3

genre: smut

characters: kuroo, the miya twins

they help their timid s/o

Sharing <3

genre: smut

characters: iwaizumi, oikawa, mattsukawa, hanamaki

oikawa shows his friends everything, including you

boobjob <3

genre: smut

characters: kenma

kenma likes boobjobs

Pinning for porn <3

genre: smut

character: iwaizumi

you wanna watch porn with your crush iwa-chan

Kenma is a boob perv pt.2 <3

genre: smut

character: kenma

you want your boyfriend to eat you our but he wants to play with your boobs

Lap space <3

genre: kinda crack-ish

characters: kenma, Kageyama

a rivalry has formed for sleeping rights on your thighs

Do i wanna Know?

genre: smut

character: Bokuto

he leaves you all tied up and needy

Squirt <3

genre: smut

character: Kenma

kenma like smearing your cum on your boobs

Snowy weekend <3

genre: crack, hints of smut

character: Oikawa, mentions of Iwaizumi, Makki and Mattsun

a 3am food run leaves you and your boyfriend trapped in a car

Prying <3

genre: fluffy crack

character: Suna and Atsumu

atsumu never stops prying into your relationship

better <3

genre: smut

character: atsumu miya

you prove that you can give a better blow job than some random fling

Little hole, Big men <3

genre: smut

characters: ushijima, bokuto, tsukishima, iwaizumi, aran, sakusa, kuroo, matsukawa

you have a tight little whole they love so much

Makeup <3

genre: crack

character: Oikawa Tooru

you have an extremely pretty boyfriend

A bet<3

genre: smut

characters: Tsukishima and Kuroo

tsuki loses a bet, and kuroo is very happy

cosplayer s/o <3

genre: smut

character: kenma

kenma loves his cosplayer girlfriend

inarizaki pet play <3

genre: smut

characters: Kita, Aran, Suna, Osamu and Atsumu

the title, lol

3rd year hinata <3

genre: smut

character: HInata

hinata is oblivious to his charm

Huniepop <3

genre: fluuf

character: kenma

kenma plays games for far to long

Memories <3

genre: smut

characters: suna aran, atsumu, kita

suna doesnt dwell on memories, we maybe just a few.

sharing is caring <3

genre: smut

characters: atsumu

atsumu dosen’t like to share

how they fuck you<3

genre: smut

characters: inarizaki mains

Haikyuu dilfs; Breeding

genre: smut

characters: Ukai, Meian, romero, hiragumi

they breed you poor cunt

The degraders <3

genre: smut

characters: Sakusa, Tsukishima, Suna

you’re their pretty little bitch

Mr. Stuffed-owl <3

genre: fluff

characters: bokuto

he doesn't understand why you like that stupid owl

ass, boob, or thigh?

genre: smut

charaters: ushijima, bokuto, hoshiumi, kageyama, hinata, sakusa, aran, suna, atsumu

#haikyuu masterlist #haikyuu #haikyuu!!

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yanderecrazysie · 3 years

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Random Yandere Imagine #2

Okay so Kingdom AU where the Karasuno team are brothers/cousins/something and are basically princes. When the youngest one (Kageyama I believe) becomes an adult, King Ukai orders all unmarried women to come meet with the princes so that they can each choose their bride.

They have this thing where they get to meet with each girl separately and spend time with them, getting to know them. Usually just doing hobbies and talking. Then they do that Bachelor/ette show thing where they choose some girls to go on to the next round and get to know those girls better.

But you're engaged to a guy that you love to death. Since you're technically not married, you're required to meet the boys for a possible marriage. All the other girls your age in the village have either gotten married already or are single so they're okay with this situation.

(Keep reading under the cut)

Even though you don't think any of them would choose you anyways, you still are too scared to risk it. You want to marry the man you love soon, after all.

So you decide to act as awful as possible around the boys when you meet them. You do your best to act like the exact opposite of each guy's "type" and, if all else fails, you act super mean.

Not surprisingly, you don't make it to the next round. You put on your best "I'm so disappointed" face, then run through the village into your fiancé's arms to plan your wedding some more.

You go about the village for the next few weeks, acting like your normal self and volunteering with the soup kitchens or kids or something. But then Hinata and Kageyama are going through the village in disguises, so they can explore without being swarmed, and they see you being yourself and they really like what they see.

They go back to the castle where all the boys basically couldn't decide on who to make their wives and talk about what they saw. You made a super big impression (in a bad way) so they all can't believe what Kageyama and Hinata saw.

So they go down to the village on another day and see you acting normally and they're so confused. When they see you with your fiancé, Tsukishima figures it out and explains what you must have done.

They're intrigued and do a re-call for all the unmarried women in the village. You go back, confident in your abilities to act your way out of the competition again.

Then, when you go to meet the first prince again (Prince Daichi), he calls you out mid-façade and you're completely shocked. He asks you to just act normally, promising you that you'll be going home the first time they choose people to stay. You cave when he says it'll be much less awkward if you dropped the act while you hung out with him.

He tells you the same for the others and you begrudgingly get to know them. Unfortunately, they all really like the real you! A little too much actually...

And maybe Daichi lied when he said you'd be going home.

And maybe your wedding isn't going to be with the love of your life.

Or with just one man.

Maybe you should've just eloped the minute you left that first time in the castle...

If you did, you wouldn't be in this situation you've now found yourself in...

#yandere #yandere imagines #oikawa tōru #yandere oikawa #yandere haikyuu

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katsuhera · 3 years

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– HAIKYUU MASTERLIST

ukai keishin – fics, drabbles, series

meet me at the register (ukai x f!reader, nsfw) ↳ in which keishin catches you stealing, and he decides on an unconventional punishment.

anything for you (ukai x f!reader, nsfw, from: hera’s playlist) ↳ in which you’re on your period, but keishin still finds ways to satisfy you.

tsukishima kei – fics, drabbles, series

it’s okay if it’s you (tsukishima x f!reader, nsfw) ↳ in which you find yourself and your museum coworker getting along better than you would have ever imagined.

little spoiled brat (tsukishima x f!reader, nsfw, from: hera’s 1k event) ↳ in which you try to get yourself off on kei’s thigh, but you just can’t do it.

miya atsumu – fics, drabbles, series

caught you slipping (atsumu x f!reader, nsfw, from: hera’s playlist) ↳ in which you have a quick little rendezvous in a restaurant bathroom.

akaashi keiji – fics, drabbles, series

you should know better (akaashi x f!reader, nsfw, from: hera’s 1k event) ↳ in which you test keiji’s patience, forcing him to punish you.

multiples – headcanons

⇾ yandere tsukishima & ushijima headcanons (nsfw implications) ⇾ tendou, bokuto, akaashi, oikawa & iwaizumi reacting to s/o in thigh highs headcanons (nsfw/nsfw implications)

to come: miya osamu, asahi azumane, suna rintaro, bokuto kotaro, akaashi keiji, etc...

back to general masterlist

#hera's haikyuu masterlist

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writeiolite · 4 years

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masterlist

© 2020 writeiolite. all rights reserved. my writing, ideas, or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without my written permission. if you’d like to include my work in a video, podcast, etc, get my permission first.

ℹ︎. 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜

♡ 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ♡ 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴 ♡ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 ♡ 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳

-ˏˋ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ˎˊ˗

INK — complete

oikawa/terushima x f!reader

soulmate au

angst

SOS — complete

kuroo/nishinoya x f!reader

A/B/O werewolf au

humor, smut

NEW — complete

terushima/atsumu x f!/reader

model smau

mystery, suspense

WTF U! — ongoing

oikawa x f!reader

pregnancy au

angst, fluff, humor

MOON — ongoing

haikyuu x f!/gn!reader

vampire au

angst, gore, fluff, horror

EDU — ongoing

kuroo x f!reader

single dad x teacher au

fluff, angst

collab with @mikwrites

APP — ongoing

bnha x f!reader

smut

DEAD — ongoing

dabi x f!reader

slight filipino references

fluff, angst

SING — ongoing

multifandom x f+gn!reader

various genres

-ˏˋ 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬 ˎˊ˗

yoongi

밤편지 — fluff

aizawa

morning muse — suggestive fluff

bakugou

dive — fluff

safety in numbers — vampire au

hey, alexa, play “love again” — fluff

dabi

moonchild — suggestive werewolf au ; w/shigaraki

東京 (동경): the state of longing. — triology, angst, fluff, fwb

hawks

safe word(s) — smut, fluff, angst

spring — fluff, humor

12:34 — fluff, fake dating au

thank you, hero! — smut

coomeleon — fluff, humor

kirishima

oppa, do you love me? — smut

shigaraki

moonchild — suggestive werewolf au ; w/dabi

tamaki

the color of love — fluff

todoroki

the flaw of familiar — angst

the weight of love — angst

oikawa

answer me — fluff

pleats and puppies — humor

runaway — royal!au

19-1762 TPX — fluff

ABCs — yandere!au

rollercoaster — angst

did it work? — fluff

sticky — fluff

-26.7 — fluff

is there somewhere — smut

trained — harem/orgy smut

iwaizumi

two slices of the same orange — fluff

hit or miss — angst

baby blue sparklers — angst

ace — dad!au, fluff

spoiled — fluff

love maze — fluff

catch — fluff, humor

work hard, play hard — age regression fluff

maid for the job — fluff, yakuza!au

operation: SEX GOD — smut, college au

holidays — smut, college au

trick or trick — angst

hands of time — soulmate au, fluff

futakuchi

the car — fluff

bim bam bum — smut

highs and lows — smut

a BAD bday — humor, BAD au

bokuto

better or worse — angst

confessions of a teenage captain — fluff, humor

practice makes peril — angst, roommate!au

by memory — fluff

딸기 pop — smut

trained — harem/orgy smut

akaashi

glow — fluff

three years — fluff

what now? — angst

imagine — fluff

all that’s his — royal!au, fluffy smut

konoha

better or worse — angst

kita

pink and red today, purple tomorrow — angst

osamu

in the rain — fluff, slight angst

admit two — omegaverse smut

at least the flowers are nice — angst, smut

atsumu

fifteen or twenty — smut

admit two — omegaverse smut

terushima

천사와 악마 (A/D) — fluff, humor

a BAD bday — humor, BAD au

daichi

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sugawara-sweetheart · 4 years

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𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔠𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 (𝔪)

❥keishin ukai x 18 year old!student

❥warnings: nsfw, 18 year old!student x coach, tw dubcon, tw possessiveness, marking, breeding, thigh riding

❥word count: 5.2k

to be completely honest, ukai didn’t even want to coach the boys’ volleyball team at first at karasuno so why did the school think he would want to coach the girls too? he’s about to say no, apologise kindly and politely to the vice principal but then you come in.

ukai’s breath immediately hitches in his throat as he watches you stroll into the gym. you’re smiling at him as you do, fingers twirling a loose lock of hair and despite the vice principal stood right beside him, ukai cannot resist the urge of letting his brown eyes rake up and down your body. how can he not, when you look so utterly beautiful, your short skirt revealing your legs, shirt taut around your pretty tits, enough buttons undone that he has a lovely view down the front of your shirt when you bow respectfully at him.

“this is y/n, the captain of the volleyball team.” the vice principal says, glancing at you dismissively whilst you beam at ukai, your eyes steadily locked with his, eye contact not faltering once.

“it’s lovely to meet you, sir.” you drawl. ukai can’t help but inhale sharply, his eyebrow raising when you envelope his coarse hands with your soft warm skin, fingers wrapped around his hand in a handshake. but you linger, smirking when you reluctantly traill your hand away. “it’d be such an honour to have you coach the team. my girls and i would do amazing under your expertise.” ukai doesn’t have to think much. with the way you’re rounding your eyes at him with such innocence, lips pouted with pleading and how he can glimpse a slither of your tits peeking from your unbuttoned shirt, it’s not hard for him to agree, to accept the role as your coach.

he has to hold back a smile when you squeal with excitement, jumping on the spot with a view that makes ukai smirk, the image burning in his head for later.

coaching the girls is a pleasant experience, ukai finds. sometimes they’re competitive and boisterous, some of the first years more hyper than hinata and nishinoya put together but most are sweet and talented but you- ukai thinks you’re the best volleyball player he’s ever come across.

maybe it has something to do with the tiny little shorts you wear. they cling so perfectly to your rounded ass, curving perfectly over your mound and your legs look so pretty too. the insides of your thighs look so smooth ukai often fantasises about what it’d be like to kiss there, to bite and suck at the soft skin till it’s littered with purple bruises. when you bend over the shorts always ride up a little that ukai really can’t resist asking you to stay behind after practise and pick up all the stray balls. you’re just such a tease in that uniform, your jersey so tight and tits bouncing every time you run and back arching with your knees bent as you prepare to receive a ball. it doesn’t help that every time you do something right you always beam at him, eyes wide as you await praise. god, you’re so desperate for him it’s like you want to get down on your knees for him right then and there.

you’re such a tease when you come running over to ukai, panting heavily after a long lap of running outside. your chest heaves with every gulp of air and you smile breathlessly at him when he hands you a water bottle, your fingers always grazing over his more than was necessary.

“you really tire me out, coach.” you pant and ukai only gives you a thin smile as he watches you wrap your pretty lips around the nozzle, gulping down water with your eyes still locked with his. ukai exhales shakily when he sees the water escape your lips, trickling down your chin and onto your black jersey before he grimaces, shaking his head.

“so messy, y/n.” he says with a tut, stepping closer. you stop drinking, eyes widening as he swipes the water from the corner of your lip, the coarse pad of his thumb rubbing at your skin. you're staring at him so intensely and ukai almost wants to laugh at how you feign innocence but he hears the doors bang open with the rest of the volleyball team finally finished and he steps away from you. he can’t help but smile proudly when he realises you’re frozen in place.

you’re so needy for ukai, you always beg for his help.

“i just don’t think i’m doing this right.” you’ll pout, sighing heavily as ukai watches the girls practise receives from the bench. “please help me, coach?”

“of course, y/n.” he looks bored, nonchalant but really his heart is hammering in his chest and his cock is already stirring in his sweatpants as he comes up behind you. you smell so sweet- ukai knows you use strawberry shampoo when he brings his face close to yours, his mouth inches away from your ear.

“just like this, turn your forearms out...that’s right. good girl.” you’re so obedient, so good as you let ukai grasp your arms, not minding when his fingertips graze longer than needed. well, of course you don’t, not when you’re such a tease you’re backing up into him, your ass almost flush against his hardening cock. the other girls look so jealous, muttering to each other and giving you dark looks but ukai doesn’t mind, you’re just his special favourite girl, his precious little captain.

you’re so beautiful ukai can’t help but always think of you.

he’s given up on other women because he realises their hair isn’t quite the exact shade of yours and they don’t smell quite enough like you and he won’t be able to fuck someone who’s moans are deeper than he imagines yours to be or when he gropes their tits and it doesn’t sit entirely right in his hand, not like he imagines yours to. it’s to a point now where the only way ukai can release into his own hand is with lewd fantasies of you bouncing on his cock, underneath him, pressed up against the changing room showers as he fucks you till the only thing you know is his name. sometimes he likes to be risky and when you’re the only one left in the changing rooms, all the other girls gone, he’ll sneak in. you never hear the door swinging shut or ukai’s footsteps over the sound of splashing water- or maybe you do and you just don’t care. but he likes to walk over to your pile of clothes set out in your unlocked locker. he’ll stroke your shirt and skirt, run his fingers through your cotton thigh highs. your panties are his favourite though- generally they’re clean but ukai still likes to feel the pretty lacy fabric. he likes to imagine how pretty you’d look in them, the fabric huggin gyour pretty cunt. sometimes if he is lucky, you’ll leave your used ones in there, wrapped between your dirty gym kit. ukai always feels so fortunate when you do because he likes holding it to his nose, breathing into your scent deeply whilst you shower unaware less than two metres away from him. sometimes he likes to hold it around the head of his cock whilst he strokes himself, holding back his moans through gritted teeth whilst you hum in the shower. it’s just such a shame though that he always has to pull your underwear away and cum into a tissue instead- he wants nothing more than to stain your dirty underwear white with his cum, to paint your insides with him.

once ukai didn’t time himself right to slip into the girls’ changing rooms because hinata came along and started to ask him for advice. it just happened to be that day ukai suggested you stay behind after practise with him so he could practise more with you, because you really were becoming amazing, maybe even having the potential to go professional, and ukai enjoyed it because he always got to press himself against your ass, graze his fingers along your body, grip your thighs as he corrected your stance. he curses hinata out under his breath when he’s storming into the girl’s changing room twenty minutes later than usual. the door swings open and he freezes, staring directly at you as you shriek.

he knows he isn’t supposed how to stare but how can he not when you look so utterly gorgeous? you’re not even fully dressed, just standing in your short skirt and bra, pretty tits on show with your white shirt gripped in your trembling hands. ukai isn’t sure what it is about the wet hair dripping droplets down onto your chest but he can’t help but stare hungrily at you. and you’re obviously letting him because you clearly don’t care, not really, even if you pretend to be scared because he knows how much you lose teasing him.

that’s why you always lean over at the sakonishita store counter with a cheeky smirk as you joke how he should give you meat buns and sausages for free. you always end up dropping some stray pennies ukai hands you as change (and you always caress his fingers, eyes boldly locked with his) and make a show of bending down to pick them so your ridiculously short skirt rises and he’s met with the sight of your pretty mound in your pretty panties. even at the gym you make a show of stretching, little whimpers escaping you as you arch your back, arms lifting up and how is ukai supposed to ignore you when you’re practically moaning and pushing your tits out right in front of him. it’s like you’re begging him to fuck right there, to take you in front of all your teammates and let them see what sort of dirty whore you are.

when ukai finds out about a girls’ volleyball training camp in tokyo, he immediately agrees, his mind rushing and cock hardening at the idea of you and him sleeping in the same building overnight. maybe he’ll be able to see what you look like in your night clothes or how puffy your pretty lips get in the morning because he’s imagined it plenty of times before; in fact he wants nothing more than for you to be his sweet, little housewife for him to sleep and wake up to every night and morning for the rest of his life. maybe at the training camp, he’ll be able to spend more time with you, away from the prying eyes of other teammates who’ll be too busy making new friends but not you- no, ukai wants you by his side for a full week.

he makes you sit next to him at the front of the mini bus he drives to tokyo. you don’t seem to mind, humming along to the music he chooses and offering him snacks in between gazing at the scenery. ukai likes it, he likes being so close to you almost like you’re a couple on a road trip, that’s if he wasn’t your coach and there wasn’t the rest of your team sat behind you both.

“are you excited for the training camp?” ukai enquires, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. you twist in your seat, beaming at him like you worship the ground he walks on. it makes his stomach jolt, his cock twitch in his pants.

“of course! coach, you’re so amazing, thank you so much for organising this! you’re the best!” it’s like you just want ukai so bad it’s no wonder his heart beats quicker as you praise him.

“you’re so good to me.” he murmurs, sliding one hand off the steering wheel and placing it firmly over your thigh. you still but ukai doesn’t mind- you’re probably just tensing trying to hold back from kissing him right then and there.

the training camp is a whirlwind of excitement- long games with unfamiliar teams who become friendly faces and ukai can’t help but feel a little agitated. usually you’d always be by his side at the gym, talking away to him when you sip your water and towel the sweat that clings to your skin. but now you’re joking around with some other young trainee coach, letting him correct your form with his dirty hands on your skin, giggling at some joke he tells you from the other side of the court, your hand smacking against his bicep. at meal times, ukai’s stomach always lurches with excitement as he sees you skip over to the coach’s table, a bright smile on your face but his excitement always fades, hot anger rising in him instead when you don’t sit opposite him but choose that slightly younger, handsome, beefier coach instead. why are you acting like such a slut all of a sudden? did you enjoy this, just toying with ukai’s heart, make him fall for you as all you do is tease him just to throw it back in his face when someone else comes along? who did you think you are- you were really nothing more than just a stupid little schoolgirl, whoring yourself around any man that looked at you.

but no, ukai thinks as he stabs his food with his fork angrily. he can still hear you giggling with that coach over the sound of blood pounding in his ears. he’ll teach you a lesson, that you can’t just pick and choose when you want him. he’s the only man in your life.

ukai waits till the dormitories are quiet, most students and coaches preparing to sleep. he knows your nightly routine, how you prefer to be one of the last people to shower so you can spend longer in there and often alone (or so you think). he’s standing by his dorm door that’s ajar enough for him to hear the sound of your flip-flops clacking against the floor.

“y/n.” you jump at the sound of ukai’s drawl, body relaxing and lips stretching into a smile when you see it’s just him. it’s funny how you look at him like that now that you’re both alone in this dark hallway, most people in the building asleep now.

“oh my, coach, you scared me.” you giggle but ukai can’t return your smile. you look gorgeous to him, you always do, with your figure just slightly illuminated by the little light that spills from his room, your hair wet as you towel it, pyjamas short and skimpy. but ukai can’t help but want nothing more that to pull your hair, stain your skin with his marks so no other man will even look at you anymore and fuck you till your stupid mind is filled with nothing but him. after all, if you’ve been teasing him for so long, you weren’t going to say no.

“it’s late, you should be in the dorms with all the other girls now.” he says, raising an eyebrow. you smile sheepishly.

“i know, but i just lost track of time in the shower, you know?” ukai can feel the blood rushing to his cock. were you really being such a dirty girl in the shower, entertaining yourself for so long? were you thinking of him whilst you were doing it, fucking yourself on your own fingers with his name rolling from your lips...or were you thinking of that other coach, imagining him between your legs instead, imagining his fingers instead of yours, his cock filling you up instead of ukai’s…

“you should be sleeping early.” ukai sighs. “it’s better for your health and you should be setting an example to the team.” he pauses, trying to hide the way his lips twitch in a smile when you look so disheartened, so disappointed with yourself. he knows how insecure you are already of being captain, aware of the envious looks and hisses the girls shoot you when ukai insists only you stay behind after practise to clean up and when he gives you the freshest meat buns whilst the others get the slightly more charred ones. “but it’s okay, i can coach you to be a better captain too, it’s part of my job.” he smiles as he opens the door wider, the light flooding the hall and revealing your anxious face. “it’s okay, i just want to give you some extra tips.”

you enter his room hesitantly, rubbing at your bare arm as ukai shuts the door behind him. you smile at him gently and he returns it, but it’s all wrong because his eyes are so dark, so empty, so cold. they're the eyes of a predator.

“the first step to being a good captain, y/n,” ukai drawls as he walks around to sit on the edge of his bed. you stand before him awkwardly, glancing at the door with your bottom teeth tugged between your lips. “is to always listen to your coach. can you do that for me, y/n?” you hesitate. you’re squirming under ukai’s heavy gaze and he wants to laugh- why are you acting so coy? usually you’re so shameless and forward with him, he’s surprised you’re not begging for him right now.

“always?”

“always.” he nods, smirking as he leans back on one of his palms. he pats his thigh with the other. “come sit here.”

you widen your eyes at him. ukai is usually such a good, friendly, caring coach- he’s just like all your other teachers- but sometimes he made little mistakes. things that made your blood run cold and fill your body with the urge to recoil from his touch. but this was the worst, the way he’s spread out his legs, fingers drumming against his thigh as you stare at him.

“i don’t know if this is right, coach.” your voice is meek but with the way ukai’s staring at you so heavily, you can’t help but drag your legs over to him, hovering over his thigh. but his hands come to firmly grasp your hips, pushing you down onto him so suddenly you can’t help but squeak. he smiles at you, leaning close so you can smell that faded smell of cigarette smoke that lingers off him.

“of course it’s right, i’m just teaching you how to be a good little captain.” he says, trailing a finger across your jaw. you can’t help but shudder but then suddenly he’s grasping your chin tightly, tugging your face close to his. “and besides, when you’ve been teasing me for so long like a dumb little whore, i think i deserve to take what i ought to, don’t you?” you’re silent, stunned with your eyes wide and your body tensed against ukai’s. he isn’t even sure you’re registering his hissed words before he’s pulling your hips, making you grind your hips against his thigh.

you gasp, a small pretty one that almost borders on a moan escapes you and has ukai’s cock hardening.

“you’re going to be a good little girl for me and fuck yourself on my thigh. and when you can’t make yourself cum, you can beg me to fuck you till you can only remember my name.”

“coach!” you pant, gripping ukai’s shoulders as he continues to push your hips along, even bouncing his leg to elicit a sharp gasp from you. “i don’t think we should be doing this!”

“shut up- you don’t question your coach’s methods.” he hisses, tensing his thigh under you so you can feel his muscles pushing against your core through his sweatpants and your tiny thin sleeping shorts. “you’ve been teasing me for so long like a little slut, haven’t you? this is only fair so will you be good for me?” your fingers are shaking as you grip ukai’s shoulders, nails digging in slightly through his t-shirt and your bottom lip trembling but you nod quickly, swallowing hard as he caresses your sides. “that’s a good girl, can you do it on your own?”

your hips start to grind themselves against ukai’s thighs, your clenching core dragging along his tensed thigh, the dampening layers of fabric only adding to the delicious friction. ukai smiles as he admires you, his cock now straining hard against his pants as he lets one of his hands slip underneath your thin top to feel your soft, warm skin against his calloused palms whilst the other rests on the back of your head, pushing you into a kiss. your eyes are clenched shut but he doesn’t mind, not when he’s groaning at the beautiful taste of your pretty lips on his after he’s been imagining it for so long. it’s so much better in reality to have you humping yourself on his thigh, safely in his hold. you moan when he licks at your bottom lip and ukai takes that as a chance to slip his tongue into between your lips, fisting your hair tightly to tug your head back, deepening the kiss. when he pulls away, a thin string of spit connects you both and tears are glistening in your eyes.

“you need to move faster if you want to cum on me like the pretty slut you are.” ukai says, bouncing his thigh to make you pant heavily. he feels his heart jolt when you lock your arms around his neck, pulling yourself against him with soft moans and cries spilling out from you as you ride his thigh faster.

“coach-”

“it’s keishin for you, my pretty girl.” ukai murmurs against your neck before he’s sucking and grazing at the delicate skin, making you choke on your moans and shiver in his hold. you moan loudly as he bites, staring at him with a hazy look that’s a mixture of arousal and sordid shame but ukai can only smile proudly at the blooming redness on your neck. “that’s better, now everyone will see who you belong to.”

“keishin,” you gasp his name as you grind yourself harder against him. the pleasure of your wet cunt humping his thigh as he watches you with heavy-lidded eyes, his hands so cold on your body and the bites on your neck stinging is all so sweet but it’s not enough. “help me, please.”

ukai coos at you, stroking your cheek as he rubs circles into your hip.

“are you sure you need my help, little girl? look at how wet you are, you’re making a mess.” he isn’t sure whether it’s a look of disgust or self-loathing or just pure needy desperation when you look down at the wet patch you’re leaving on his sweatpants but it makes his hard cock twitch. he notices how your eyes widen, following his movements when he removes one of his hands from your waist to palm himself, groaning at the slight relief and smirking as you lick your lips, staring at the outline of his hard cock.

“keishin,” you’re whining. “please help me, i can’t cum like his. i need more!” but he’s deliberately avoiding tensing and bouncing his thigh up into your wet cunt and he won’t stroke your pebbled nipples poking through your shirt for a reason.

“can’t fuck yourself on my thigh, hm, baby?” ukai teases before he takes one of your hands from his shoulders and splays it over his dick straining against his tight pants. “that’s alright, i’ll make you cum on my cock instead.”

you don’t reply but you’re shaking when ukai guides you off his leg and onto the bed, immediately climbing over you and straddling your body as you lie beneath him.

“so pretty, let me see you.” you squirm as ukai lifts the hem of your top, dragging it off your body before he’s tearing off your shorts, leaving you exposed to his hungry, roaming eyes, not that you can see him very well when your eyes are flooding with stinging tears. it’s worse though that despite the sickening panic rising in you over having the coach you trusted touching you like this, your core is still throbbing and clenching around nothing. “beautiful girl you are, i’ve always wanted you like this for me.” ukai whispers as he sheds his t-shirt before he’s leaning down, pressing kisses down your neck, along your collarbone, down to your tits before he’s latching his mouth around your right nipple, making you gasp as you arch your chest into him. it’s disgusting. wrong and sordid to be letting such an older man, your trusted coach of all people touch you like this in a training camp where all other students and coaches are sleeping peacefully. but it feels so good and you need it so bad, trying to hold back a cry but your body jerks anyway when ukai’s fingers come to stroke your wet cunny, dipping in slightly between your folds to make you moan and shudder.

“so wet and all for me.” he smiles, sitting up further to kiss your lips messily whilst he’s playing with your cunt. “my pretty slut is so needy for me, isn’t she?”

“keishin,” you thrash and whine but ukai’s waited too long for this to stretch it out any longer. he gives you one last final kiss before he’s ripping off his sweatpants and boxers, stroking his hard, leaking cock as he positions it at your entrance.

“you don’t know how long i’ve wanted this, y/n. how long i’ve wanted you.” he says, voice raspy and deep before he’s shoving his thick cock into you.

a scream almost rips from your throat before it’s silenced by ukai’s lips on yours but you’re still jerking and gasping into his lips as you’re getting ripped apart on his cock. the stretch burns, pain shooting through you as you feel his cock drag against your walls, that thick vein brushing against you as your pussy grips his length. he’s kissing you hard and it’s messy and needy with teeth clicking together whilst his fingers rub at your clit till he’s fully sheathed in you. you can barely even think, just gasping as you to struggle to register how stuffed you are with your coach’s cock.

“fuck, you’re so tight.” ukai gasps, his hands grasping the bedsheets and his jaw clenching. “you feel so so good.” he doesn’t even give you time to adjust, just shushing you gently as you cry out at his slow, steady thrusts. he’s savouring every moment, enjoying the feeling of your small, pretty cunt gripping him so tight- or rather it’ll be his cunt by the end of the night. “how does it feel, baby? am i making my sweet little slut feel good?” you can’t help but shut your eyes, trembling at how the pain washes away and pleasure begins to warm you when ukai’s thick cock thrusts into your spongy walls and his fingers rub at your clit. it feels so wrong, so dirty to have him fucking you at training camp when all your teammates are fast asleep, unaware that you’re being split apart on your coach’s cock just down the hall. you don’t want to answer him but ukai’s gripping your jaw hard, his fingers pressing deep into your cheeks and his voice a low snarl. “look at me when i’m fucking you and answer my question- that’s no way of treating your coach, you silly little girl.” your eyes shoot wide open, a loud moan falling from you as he begins to fuck you harder, the room filling with your wanton moans and the sinful sounds of skin slapping against skin. “am i making you feel good, or can someone fuck you better, huh?”

“no, no, keishin, only you!” ukai grins at your breathless moans. “only you can fuck me this good!”

“good,” he grunts, rewarding you with a sloppy kiss. “because you’re mine. you’ve always have been, since the moment i saw you looking all pretty in your school uniform. god, you don’t know how much i’ve wanted you- all those times in the gym after practise, i wanted nothing more than to fuck you over that bench. every time you were alone in the showers, i just wanted to come in and fuck you against the wall-” he breaks off with a heavy moan, throwing his head back and completely unaware of the way you’re frozen, eyes widened with pure horror as nothing but the coldness of utter fear washes over you. you knew ukai was a little strange with his lingering stares and little secret touches that had goosebumps prickling all over your skin. but you thought it was nothing, just maybe a little social awkwardness but not his dirty, forbidden lust for his eighteen year old student.

but not even your fear can stop your body betraying you because with how fast and hard ukai fucks you, his cock slamming into you hard and rubbing at your sweet spot so that you’re trying to think but your panic is getting clouded with that sweet, euphoric pleasure all you want to do is cum. you hate yourself for crying out, arching your back off the bed and your toes curling with the sheer white pleasure that racks through you.

“fuck, is my pretty slut cumming for me? so good, be a good girl and cream all over my cock.” ukai groans and you cry out more, not out of pleasure of your orgasm he’s fucking you through but at the disgust you have for him, the feeling of being so violated, that feeling of being tainted by letting him do this to you and your only response is to convulse around his cock.

you pant after your climax, your skin coated in a cold sweat and now it just hurts to have ukai fuck you, wincing but also cringing with the disgust of being so full with him.

“keishin, please, that’s enough.” you whine, pushing at his bare chest but he doesn’t listen, instead resisting the way you feebly try to push him away to kiss at your lips instead. you don’t reciprocate.

“it’s okay, baby, almost done. going to make this tight, pretty pussy all mine...going to make you mine.” you’re panicking at his words but you don’t know what he means till it’s too late. a scream of protest rips from you when you feel his cock twitch inside you but it’s too late, and he’s releasing inside you. all you can do is yell and writhe at him to stop but he can’t, not when he’s moaning so loud and fucking his cum deep into you before he pants breathlessly, almost collapsing on top of you if it wasn’t for his hands placed on other side of your head.

you feel suffocated. you’re stuffed full of his cum, his cock still deep inside your quivering, sensitive pussy so none of it can leak out and he’s on top of you, his wet, sticky skin pressed against yours as he plasters kisses over your face and tells you how good you’ve been, how you’re his now like you wanted all along with how much you teased him. with his cum still fucked so deep inside you, it’s not hard for you to realise that the purple marks blooming all over your throat wasn’t the only way ukai marked you.

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haikyuuboysmakemesimp · 4 years

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Number of characters: I don't have a limit, just please don't ask me to write for like 30 characters or something crazy like that

Specify what format you want please. My default is headcanons, but if you would like a oneshot/imagine then i can do that too

Characters I write for: oh boy

Karasuno: Daichi, Suga, Asahi, Ennoshita, Tanaka, Nishinoya, Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Yachi, Kiyoko, Takeda, Ukai Keishin

Nekoma: Kuroo, Kenma, Yamamoto, Yaku, Lev, Shibayama, Inuoka

Aoba Johsai: Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Hanamaki, Matsukawa, Yahaba, Kyoutani, Watari, Kunimi, Kindaichi

Date Tech: Aone, Futakuchi, Koganegawa

Shiratorizawa: Ushijima, Tendou, Semi, Kawanishi, Goshiki, Shirabu

Fukurodani: Bokuto, Akaashi, Konoha

Inarizaki: Kita, Suna, Atsumu, Osamu, Ojiro

Johzenji: Terushima

Nohebi: Daishou, Mika

Topics: SFW, NSFW (if you request smut please give me some detail), yandere, angst, fluff, just about anything tbh

I currently have 5 requests to fill but requests are still open

I try my best to write gender neutral reader most of the time but sometimes I do slip up. Please specify if you want genderneutral, female, or male reader. I only write female reader for smut (I’m not comfortable writing male reader smut and gn is hard with smut)

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rocorambles · 4 years

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Murder of Crows

Pairing: Hinata, Kageyama, Yamaguchi, Tsukishima, Yachi x Reader aka a Karasuno first-year gangbang (Takes place when they’re all third years.)

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, Toxic Relationships, Rape/Non-con, Degradation

Summary: You should have trusted your gut when you first felt the wandering eyes and lingering stares, but now it’s too late and you’ll learn first hand what it feels like to be utterly defeated by a murder of crows.

Requested by Anon

You’re not quite sure how exactly you’ve found yourself here in a gym full of sweaty athletes, hauling a basket of ice cold water bottles to the sidelines with your best friend, Yachi, but here you are. With a loud thud, both of you drop the heavy container down and grab the pile of towels just in time for the boys who are quickly approaching you, splattering droplets of sweat everywhere and you crinkle your nose and playfully pretend to gag as they draw near. Tsukishima rolls his eyes at your antics, but he nods his head in thanks as he grabs a clean towel from you. You patiently wait as some other team members relieve you of the pile of fabric in your hands before Yachi and you sit on the bench as Yamaguchi and Coach Ukai order the team to gather around as they discuss practice drills.

You smile fondly at the way Yamaguchi confidently holds himself as he stands next to Coach Ukai with shoulders squared and a serious, but kind face directed at the rest of the team. To think that the shy Yamaguchi you had met when Yachi had first started helping out the team during your first year would grow to be the respectable captain that he is now. But he’s not the only one who’s gone through drastic changes and you look over the rest of the third-years intently listening to him. Hell, you even turn to briefly look at Yachi and yourself. When you had become friends with Yachi at the beginning of high school you barely knew what volleyball was, let alone thought of managing the team and yet here you both are as third-years, decked out in the black Karasuno warm-up track suit.

Yachi was your first and best friend by far of the group, but you can’t deny that over the last two years you’ve also gotten closer to the rest of the boys in the same year as you. Well, you suppose they technically aren’t boys anymore. A faint smile plays on your lips as you reminisce on all the memories you’ve shared together between study sessions that somehow became just tutoring sessions as you all tried to force information into Hinata and Kageyama’s heads and exhausted nights where all of you slumped in front of Coach Ukai’s store eating meat buns and chatting away until he kicked all of you out and made you go home. But that smile turns downwards when you think about some of the more recent and less positive changes in your friends.

You can’t quite put your finger on it. You know the six of you are exceptionally close, almost weirdly close, but you had just chalked it up to the fact that you all see each other for hours every day between classes, volleyball, and after school and weekend study sessions and hangouts. Yet that doesn’t stop the slight unease from growing inside of you as you observe the increasingly strange behaviors your friends exhibit and it’s only become more...physical...now that you’re all in your third year and officially all adults.

You had visibly winced when Yachi had first introduced you to Hinata and the orange haired ball of energy had decided to scream a greeting at you, but you couldn’t keep the wide grin from spreading across your face as you got swept up in his enthusiasm. Every moment with him felt like riding an exhilarating roller coaster and maybe that’s why you barely noticed how strange it was that he came knocking on your door almost every single day asking you to come hang out or jog with him, how strange it was that he texted you as soon as you got up, blowing up your phone all day until you went to sleep. You were so caught up in the wild ride that Hinata Shouyou was that you never had the chance to get off and think about how you had even gotten on this ride in the first place and when was the last time you had been able to take a break from it. You were still flipping upside down in loops as you entered your third year and the ride just became more intense as he began wrapping his wiry arms around you at practice, nonchalantly talking to the rest of the team with your body firmly pulled against him and his chin resting on your shoulder. You had shooed him off of you the first few times, but he had turned his huge puppy eyes on you and no one else on the team seemed to care, so you just went along with it.

Kageyama took a little more time to warm up to you, but you didn’t take it personally knowing how reserved he was. However, over time and after a particularly long study session you had personally sat with him through, he had left a carton of his favorite milk on your desk and you had beamed at the innocent object. He started hovering around you more after that. The two of you never really spoke much, but you enjoyed the peaceful and comfortable quiet that surrounded both of you and yet, despite his silence, you noticed that he spoke loudly through his actions. You were beyond shocked the first time you had sat down to lunch with him, ready to dig into your food, when he had frowned at your bento, taken it from you, and removed some of your rice while adding more meat and vegetables without saying a single word to you. Mouth still open in disbelief, you had pierced him with a questioning look only to receive a muttered reply about making sure you were eating a balanced diet. Your heart had fluttered at the endearing reasoning, but it had become a bit strange later on when he would hand feed you, practically shoving a stalk of broccoli or a piece of chicken in your mouth even at times that you said you were too full to eat anymore. But that just meant Kageyama cared for you, right? You know the boy’s terrible when it comes to social interactions, so you shrug it off.

Yamaguchi has arguably gone through the most dramatic personality change since you had first met him and you’re so proud of the confident leader he’s become. But even in your second year with him, you had sworn that sometimes there was a hint of something...darker, hungry...something lurking underneath his shy facade that made you shiver in fear. But every time you tried to take a closer look it disappeared only to be replaced with a soft gaze. And now that he’s fully grown into himself, he’s become more physical with everyone, casually slinging his arms around everyone’s shoulders and backs in a comforting, friendly manner as he rallies up team morale. But you can almost swear that when he slings an arm around you in thanks or in greeting, his arm gets progressively lower to the point that you almost recoil from him when you feel his hand brush against the hem of your skirt. But he’s always quick to move away from you and you wonder if all of it is just your imagination or an accident on his part.

You're briefly distracted from your thoughts as loud shouting fills the gym and your eyes are drawn to Tsukishima’s figure as it leaps through the air and blocks a spiked ball. Honestly, you’re surprised you’re even friends with him, let alone close friends. He had been nice enough to not insult you like he did with the rest of the boys, but on the other hand, he rarely spoke even a word to you or acknowledged your presence. But as you hung out with the group more, you noticed the tall shadow that seemed to always walk beside you between classes, to the cafeteria, and back home. And he’d only grown bolder in your last year, wrapping a large hand around your wrist and forcefully dragging you with him when the both of you were running late for volleyball practice. You were so caught up in keeping up with his long strides and complaining loudly about his tight grip on you that you didn’t notice the terrifying glares he shot at any male who even looked at you as the two of you walked through the school halls.

And finally, Yachi, your sweet and adorable best friend. The two of you had hit it off right away as soon as you met each other and it was like you were connected at the hip ever since. You can’t even keep track of the amount of sleepovers, weekend trips, day trips, girl talks, and everything else you’ve done together. But you had found it a little weird when she had slept over for the first time after both of you had officially turned eighteen and insisted on sleeping in the same futon as you. Assuming she was just feeling a bit lonely and nostalgic, you let her slip under the covers with you and drifted off to sleep, unaware of the hand wandering across your resting figure. After that night, she kept on finding her way into your futon and it soon just became the norm for the both of you and you grew accustomed to falling asleep with her body heat next to yours, your dreams suddenly full of feather light touches.

Yes, they’ve all definitely changed since you first met them all, but they’re still your closest friends despite all their new quirks, and perhaps it’s just the natural transition of entering adulthood that’s affected them. People change. You aren’t kids anymore. Of course they’d be different now. But that conviction struggles to stick in your mind when you’re stuck in the gym alone with all of them after practice every day. Yamaguchi’s always quick to dismiss the first and second years the minute practice is done and he politely assures the coaches that you all would be fine cleaning up the equipment and locking the gym up as he bids them good night. It becomes normal for the six of you to take down the nets and round up all the volleyballs and yet your hackles rise as you swear you can feel multiple pairs of eyes intensely staring at you as you bend over to pick up stray balls. You swear you feel a hand drag and linger across your ass as someone helps you lower the net. You swear it almost feels like they want to devour you as they linger a moment too long in the doorway of the equipment room, not immediately letting you pass when you try to exit. But you have no proof and the moments happen so fast that you wonder if you’re just becoming more paranoid for no reason.

You really should have trusted your gut.

There’s an excited buzz in the air as the team hops off of the bus and intermingles with the Tokyo teams. It’s the first training camp of the year and everyone’s busy catching up with old friends and meeting new people. You struggle to lift a bag of equipment and almost drop it when a hand reaches out and catches it before it hits the ground. Stunned by the surprising interaction, you quickly whip around and smile when you see Inuoka beaming down at you. The two of you hug and he walks with you to the dorm rooms, helping you carry everything as both of you catch up, unaware of the many pairs of eyes darkly staring at your backs.

Karasuno has always been close to Nekoma and that hasn’t changed over the years, so when the teams aren’t practicing, you happily joke around with the Nekoma third-years, laughing at Lev’s stupid shenanigans and conversing with Inuoka and Shibayama. A part of you feels guilty for not spending more time with your own team, but it’s so rare that you get an ample amount of time with your Nekoma friends and you brush the feeling off. Surely your friends would understand. But the narrowed eyes, clenched fists, and tight jaws across the room are hardly understanding as they lock in on the sight of Lev excitedly grabbing your hands as he asks you something, the sight of Inuoka resting his hand on your shoulder as he talks, the sight of Shibayama’s eyes lingering a bit too long on your face when he thinks you aren’t looking.

The week flies by and all too soon it’s the last night of camp and you horse around with the Nekoma boys, loudly shouting and fooling around well past curfew. But you know the coaches are turning a blind eye to any mischief tonight, letting you all do as you want as a thank you for all your hard work and dedication. Inuoka and Shibayama are cheering you on as you have Lev in a headlock, but all of a sudden your phone vibrates and you reluctantly release the lanky giant before opening up the unread text.

From Yachi: Come hang out with the rest of the third-years and me! It’s probably going to be our last training camp all together so we want to make some new memories together.

Guilt gnaws at your heart when you read her message and you immediately rise and say goodbye to the rowdy boys before rushing off to your own team. The Karasuno third-year boys had managed to secure their own dorm room and you excitedly open the door only to yelp as a hand grabs you by the collar of your shirt and you vaguely register the sound of the door slamming shut as you’re shoved to the ground and adjusted until you’re on all fours. You try to shove off the hands that are tearing off your clothes, but tired of your flailing, Tsukishima wraps a hand around your throat and squeezes and squeezes until you stop you’re struggling, choosing instead to wheeze and claw at the arm restricting your air flow and only when you’re completely naked with Kageyama pressed tightly behind you, holding your waist in a bruising grip, does he let go.

You gasp for breath as you stare up at the blonde with teary eyes. “Why are you guys doing this?” You pray that it’s all a terrible joke, just a prank gone out of hand, but you flinch as Tsukishima sneers down at you.

“What? Upset that we aren’t your Nekoma boyfriends instead? Tell me, if we hadn’t asked you to come here, would you be letting them fuck you all night long? Of course you would, you fucking slut. You have four cocks and a pussy literally just waiting for you to say the word and they’d be all yours, but no, you just had to go off and be a little whore, letting those fucking cats put their paws all over you instead. We don’t share. You’re ours, do you understand?”

Tsukishima smirks at the fear in your eyes. “Well, even if you your stupid little bimbo brain can’t understand that now, it’ll be engrained in your mind and body after we’re all through with you tonight. Open your mouth.” You try to twist your face away as he lowers his pants, letting his cock spring out and hit your face, but his hand threateningly hovers over your throat once more and you obediently take him into your mouth. He’s so long and you begin to gag with only half of him inside of you. With an irritated sigh, he painfully grabs you by the roots of your hair and forcefully shoves the rest of his length down your throat and you try to scream around the object stretching your jaw, but you’re muffled as he starts pistoning his hips in and out of your wet cavern and tears stream down your face as your throat burns from the abuse. You’re so distracted by the struggle of trying to breathe that you don’t even notice the movement behind you until you feel something hard nudging past your entrance and shame washes over you at Kageyama’s words.

“She’s already so wet.” You clench your eyes shut as Tsukishima laughs and only ruts into your mouth faster. “God, you’re pretending to cry and hate it, but you love this, don’t you? You love being fucked from both ends. You’re such a fucking cock slut.” He emphasizes each word with a harsh thrust and your eyes roll back as his tip hits the back of your throat at the same time that Kageyama bottoms out into you. You’re so full and you swear your jaw might unhinge itself from trying to accommodate Tsukishima’s cock and yet you can’t help the way your hips start rocking back to meet Kageyama’s thrusts as he takes his time sliding in and out of you at a languid pace, relishing the feeling of your tight walls clenching and sliding across every inch of his shaft.

You shake your head as much as you can with Tsukishima’s fingers still tightly interwoven in your locks, trying to deny the degrading accusations Tsukishima relentlessly spits at you, but you can’t help the moan that escapes you as Tsukishima curses and pulls out, hurriedly giving himself a few more strokes before painting your face with thick white streaks. Your cunt unconsciously clenches from the humiliation of being so lewdly marked and Kageyama hisses before increasing his pace and you collapse to your elbows as Kageyama desperately chases his end while Tsukishima crouches in front of you, reaching around to play with your clit. And despite the horribleness of the entire situation, you can’t help but fall apart and your quivering walls are all it takes for Kageyama to release deep inside of you.

Kageyama has enough foresight to at least gently lower you down to the floor after he pulls out of you and you lay there on the hard surface, wishing it would just swallow you whole and take you anywhere from here. But of course that doesn’t happen and you weakly sob when you hear Yamaguchi’s soft, but commanding voice ordering you to kneel in front of him. You raise yourself up on shaky arms and move to stand up, but Tsukishima’s hand keeps you down. “Crawl like the bitch that you are.” You tremble from emotional and physical exhaustion as you make your way towards the captain, placing one hand and foot in front of the other, and you cringe at the feeling of Kageyama’s cum beginning to trickle down your inner thigh, but soon enough you’re in between his thighs as he sits on a chair above you.

His cock is already out and even though he’s not as big as Tsukishima, your mouth still goes dry at the thought of trying to take him in your still aching mouth. You begin to lick him, taking in just his tip and swirling your tongue around him before delicately licking down his entire length, anything to buy you some time before you need to use your mouth again, but you push off of him with a scream, your hands tightly clutching his thighs as Hinata slides underneath your spread legs and licks a long stripe across your pussy. Yamaguchi is patient with you, enjoying the way drool begins to leak out the sides of your mouth as you moan from Hinata’s enthusiastic licks, but his cock twitches at a high pitched whine that exits your throat and he places a hand on your head and firmly pushes you back down to his leaking cock.

You’re sloppy, unable to fully control your mouth as you moan and drool while Hinata’s tongue pushes inside of you, tasting every inch of you. But the sight of you slobbering all over his cock and the debauched mess of it all only makes it feel better for Yamaguchi and he can’t help the way his hips buck up into you when he finally finishes and he hungrily drinks in the sight of your throat swallowing every drop of him. Your thighs begin to clench and your body is taut as you can feel another climax quickly approaching and when Yamaguchi casually twists and pulls your nipples with his fingers, your back sharply arches as you open your mouth in a silent scream. You stay in that shape for a few seconds until the pleasure begins to ebb away and you try to move away, but Hinata’s arms wrap around you, holding you in place, and you wail as he earnestly continues lapping and sucking at every inch of your drenched pussy that he can reach. Your upper body collapses into Yamaguchi’s lap as he tenderly strokes your hair and it feels like ages before Hinata finally reliquinches his grip on you and moves out from under you.

You shakily whimper as Yamaguchi soothingly whispers into your ear about what a good slut you are, how beautiful you look when you’re falling apart because of them, but you have no energy to push yourself away from him and you lay there, with your face in between his thighs and your arms splayed over his legs. You can feel your eyelids fluttering shut and just when you think you’ll at least be able to escape into the shelter of your own unconsciousness, strong hands pull you off of Yamaguchi and lay you flat on your back. It’s not comfortable, but you’re at least glad to finally relieve your knees which you’re sure will be black and blue tomorrow. But any small consolation you felt instantly dissipates when you see Hinata hovering over you and you don’t even have a second to understand what’s happening before he shoves his entire length into you in one swift motion.

After being stretched out by Kageyama and thoroughly lubricated with the sticky mix of your own juices and the setter’s cum, Hinata easily slides in and there’s no pain as he fills you, but this new position means there’s nowhere for you to hide your face from the predatory eyes staring down at you and the humiliation is so much worse as you’re fully aware of Hinata intently staring at your slutty fucked out expression as he continuously rams in and out of you. Your eyes are so far back in your head that it’s hard to clearly see and maybe that’s why you don’t notice the growing shadow covering your face until it’s too late and your nose and mouth are covered by a musky warm scent. Sex. It smells like sex. You rapidly blink the pleasure from your eyes as you try to focus your vision, but you wish you hadn’t when the image of Yachi’s small breasts bouncing above you as she rides your face sears itself into your brain. You try to close your mouth as tightly as you can, refusing to service the woman above you, but it’s so hard to breathe with her pussy covering the bottom half of your face and accidental moans are forced from you as Hinata continues railing into you, which only cause Yachi to grind and moan more as the vibrations from your mouth stimulate her slick heat.

Later you’ll try and convince yourself that it was just survival instinct, just you trying to do what you needed to do to breathe, to have everything be over and that you aren’t eagerly drinking Yachi’s essence that never seems to stop flowing on your face as your lips and tongue explore every inch of her more intimately than you’d ever dreamed of doing. You’ll deny you felt any pleasure despite the wanton moans you can’t stop releasing and the powerful orgasm that wracks through your body as Hinata’s cum mixes with the mess between your legs and as Yachi’s hips stutter as she smears her release all over your face. But for now you lay there, in a pool of your own liquids and the fluids of the five people towering over your limp and used body, drowning in the dangerously intoxicating pleasure they’ve submerged you in.

A tiny screeching voice inside of your head tells you to get up, get away and despite the dazed state you’re in, your hands attempt to push you up and it feels like you’re stuck in molasses as you excruciatingly slowly push yourself up into a sitting position and it takes everything left inside of you to feebly move your legs as you attempt to rise. But just when you almost have your feet underneath you, something is pressed against your chest and you’re pushed back down and you whimper at the heavy embarrassing weight of the foot squarely planted in the middle of your chest, stepping on you, keeping you down. Tsukishima’s never looked taller as he leers down at you.

“That’s cute. Did you really think we’d let you just get up and walk away from us? We’re nowhere near done with you. We’re not stopping until we literally fuck you to sleep and make sure that your body is so worn out that we know you’ll be safe and sound in your own futon tonight and not sneaking off to whore yourself out to anyone else.”

And if you’ve learned anything from managing this team, it’s that they’re relentless in the pursuit of their goals and for the first time since you’ve managed them, you feel a pang of pity for the teams they’ve crushed and destroyed, wondering if this is how all their opponents feel as the five of them pounce on you with the intent of thoroughly dominating and conquering you.

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