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Matsukawa Issei X Reader X Hanamaki Takahiro

CW: public setting, fingering, hand job, groping, low-key dubcon, dry humping, threesome, no penetration, dirty talk, name calling

a/n: this was something i wrote for my seijoh wattpad fic

"dude, i think we already missed our train. we're gonna have to take the 8pm one." makki groans in annoyance as he collapses onto the bench.

"why don't we just walk?"

"hell no! we just practiced for five hours straight. i'm not-"

"makki..."

"i'm not gonna spend another hour walking-"

"makki..."

"walking halfway across the whole-"

"makki!"

"what?!"

"look." matsukawa points to a lone figure standing against the wall, eyes fixed onto the phone screen. "is that who i think it is?"

makki grins wolfishly, his eyes darkening slightly at the sight of you, the object of desire of nearly half of the school. "who knew? little miss president takes the train with the commoners."

"you know she's not like that, makki. this just means that she usually finishes her work later than us. and that she's probably been traveling by the same train that we usually do."

"yeah... if i knew it sooner, i would've started staying late with oikawa at practice so i can see her on the train."

"...makki... you're down bad."

"shut up! don't act like you don't like her either!"

mattsun grins, standing up from the bench to get a better look at you. "oh i certainly do like her." makki gapes as his friend is suddenly walking towards you.

"for fuck's sake..." makki grumbles and begrudgingly begins to follow after him.

"hey there, ms. president. fancy meeting you here." mattsun says flirtatiously, leaning against the wall right in front of you.

you blink and look up at him, taking one look before sighing tiredly. you reach up to take one of your earbuds out, glaring at the taller boy. "you volleyball players have nothing better to do than bother me, don't you? why're you here? did your pathetic excuse of a captain send you here to annoy me?"

"haha, of course not. we just missed our train and were waiting for the next one. meeting you here was just a coincidence."

you narrow your eyes at him before placing your earbuds back in. "right, a coincidence. now leave me alone. i already have to deal with you half-wits at school. i don't want to have to deal with you people outside now."

makki chuckles and approaches you from the back, leaning closer to take your earbuds out again, his breath brushing against your neck as he whispers. "oh come on, don't be like that. you know we appreciate everything that you do for us, miss president. i thought we were friends."

"friends...?" your face almost contorts with disgust at the foreign word, a witty comeback on the tip of your tongue. your words quickly die down in your throat as you suddenly feels makki blow air onto your nape, making you shiver.

mattsun couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle at your response, leaning in closer and closer until-

the sudden arrival of the train breaks the three of you out of your trace.

you quickly grab the opportunity and slip out from between the two boys, trying to ignore the sudden warmth pooling in your lower stomach as you board the crowded train.

makki and mattsun both share a glance, a single thought uniting them both: they needed to go after you.

like a predator stalking its prey, they both board the train, easily spotting you in the crowd. acting subtle, they both began to make their way deeper into the crowd until makki was behind you again, mattsun at your front.

the latter bites his lip as he feels every inch of your supple body press against his hardened one, looking down to see your chest squished against his.

feeling himself grow harder underneath his pants, he leans down to whisper in your ear. "you shouldn't have run away, princess. now we're going to have to punish you."

mattsun looks up at his friend, watching him nod with a devilish grin before makki slowly circles his hands around your middle, his hands smoothing over your soft stomach, playing with the waistband of your skirt.

he leans down as well, nibbling on your earlobe as he feels her breathing pick up. "tell me what you want, princess."

you chew on your bottom lip, feeling your honey begin to drip out of your cunt at their words, but your pride wouldn’t let you give in.

mattsun knew you needed a little more convincing and decided to take matters into his own hands. literally.

his hands slowly snaked around your body as well, his large palms smoothing over the globes of your ass, kneading the plush flesh.

he could feel you lean against him, your breath fanning across his clothed chest as your body trembles.

makki, in turn, slides his hand under your skirt, stopping just short of where you needed him most, his fingers brushing against the edge of your panties.

"please..." you finally whimper softly, your eyes tearing up.

"what was that, darling?" mattsun grins, his hands still kneading your plump ass cheeks.

his breath hitches in his throat as he looks down, only to be greeted by the breathtaking sight of your flushed face, your large doe eyes lined with unshed tears and your plump bottom lip pushed out in a pout.

"p-please... want you to touch me.."

makki kisses your shoulder, his fingers finally slipping under your panties.

"say no more, princess. let us take care of you."

mattsun leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans just as makki slips two of his fingers inside of you easily. "fuck, you're so fucking wet for me, princess. such a slutty girl."

mattsun pulls back a bit, taking your bottom lip between his own lips, sucking softly before he lets go, enjoying the flustered look on your face. "is that right, princess? are you really a little slut?"

makki chuckles, pulling at your collar a bit so he could press his lips against your shoulder, breathing in your lovely scent. "it's gotta be true, mattsun. look at how wet our little girl got. she must like getting fingered in public."

as if to prove a point, makki pulls his fingers out of you, his eyes darkening with lust as he sees your arousal webbing between his fingers.

"oh, baby. you like the idea of getting caught?" mattsun whispers in your ear, watching makki lick his fingers clean before slipping them back inside you. "how does she taste, makki? is she as sweet as we thought?"

"man, she's even sweeter than i imagined." makki attached his lips to the side of your neck, sucking a mark onto your skin as he pumps his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt.

unable to hold himself back anymore, mattsun slowly guides your hand down towards his pants. "go on, princess. make me feel good too. otherwise makki won't let you cum. isn't that right?"

"hmm, he's right, baby. go on and jerk him off. you gotta make him cum first, okay?" makki whispers in your ear, his own erection pressed against the side of your hip.

you whimper softly, tilting your head up to kiss matsukawa again as your hand fumbles with the zipper of his pants, your other hand digging into makki's thigh.

"go on, princess. i wanna see you jerk him off." makki continues to suck red and purple bruises onto your skin, his fingers unrelenting inside of her.

with bated breath, you finally manages to free matsukawa's length through the zipper hole, your breath hitching at the sheer size, or rather, at just the mere sight of it. "is this your first time seeing one, princess?"

you nod, trying to close your fist around his girth, barely making your fingers meet due to his thickness. a small pearl of precum beads at the tip and you rub your thumb over his slit, slathering the clear fluid around.

"you're doing so well, baby. keep going." hanamaki encourages you, watching your small hand move along his friend's dick.

he couldn't help himself, his own hips moving ever so slightly as he humped his erection against your hip, slipping a third finger inside of you.

he bit down on your shoulder, wanting to feel your own hand around his cock, but he knew he had to wait. the movement of your bodies were strategically masked by the moving train, the people around you lost in their own little world, unaware of the sinful acts the three of you were committing.

matsukawa continues to make out with you, whispering your name against your lips before slipping his tongue into your mouth. he could feel himself grow impossibly hard, leaking an ungodly amount of precum just from the sounds coming from your luscious lips.

"such a good girl for us. does this feel good, baby?" makki manages to angle his fingers just enough to brush against your g spot, hearing your muffled whimpers as your thighs tremble.

he continues to finger-fuck you, your own hand unrelenting against mattsun's cock, shivers running down your spine as you feel him twitch and throb against your palm.

"fuck, you're so good at this..." mattsun whispers against your lips, feeling your fist squeeze the head of his cock before moving down again. at this point, he was practically fucking your fist. "ah god... k-kamine, m' gonna- gonna-"

you let out a sharp gasp as you suddenly feels something hot and sticky flood your palm, your hand instinctively milking out every last drop before you feel his length soften in your hand.

grinning, makki decides to take it up a notch. "good job, princess. time for your reward." his free hand slides around to rub tight circles on your swollen clit while he pumps three of his fingers in and out of your sopping hole.

he lets out a soft groan as he feels your tight, velvety walls clench around his fingers, your nectar flooding out of you and onto his fingers.

mattsun had cleaned himself up and tucked himself back into his pants. he stayed silent as you slump against his chest, taking a couple of tissues to wipe your inner thigh as makki licks off every single drop of your honey off of his fingers.

your hands tiredly grip at his shirt, your face buried in his chest as you whimper softly, still coming down from your high.

"shh, it's okay, princess. we got you." matsukawa presses his lips to the top of your head as he holds you close. "you did so well for us."

makki smiles as well, wiping his fingers clean before he presses his lips against one of the hickeys he made on your neck. "who knew our cute little president was such a freaky little-"

he gets cut off as he feels a sharp kick to his shin, looking down to see you glaring at him. "hey now, i was just joking."

matsukawa chuckles, continuing to hold you close to him as the train arrives at their stop. "we'll walk you home, okay?"

he didn't wait for an answer before taking your hand and tugging you outside of the train.

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lovelyunholyc · 1 year

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better than i ever even knew

NSFW - MINORS AND BLANK/AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

fem!reader. pet names (princess, sweetheart, pretty girl, baby), minor angst start but happy ending, confessions, frenemies to lovers, porn with feelings on feelings. multiple orgasms, oral (f! receiving), mating press, riding, unprotected sex, matsukawa can and will fold u like a pretzel. if there's anything i missed, pls let me know, enjoy :)

"something you'd like to say to me, issei?"

makki had fallen asleep on your movie night, and you'd excused yourself to use their bathroom, only to find matsukawa waiting in the hallway for you after. he's caged you in somehow, pinned you to the wall like an insect on corkboard, with nothing more than his commanding presence and a notably large hand to the wall beside your head. he looms over you, imposing.

like he always seems to be, only to you.

his face is mere inches from your own, his eyes dark, half-lidded like they always are - but there's something different this time, something deeper and a little more dangerous.

you can't help but watch his tongue dart out to wet his lips. they look even more plush and irresistibly pink from this close.

you've always wondered what they'd feel like between your teeth.

matsukawa snorts, eyes narrowing even further. "don't play coy, princess."

too stubborn to admit that the intensity of his gaze flusters you and clouds your mind too much to think of a witty reply, you avert your eyes and direct your focus on the hood of his jacket instead. "stop calling me that," you spit, at the strings of his hoodie, just as unwilling to address how his pet name for you has started to make heat bloom beneath your skin lately. he's been calling you that for years, and you used to find it endearing, used to blush for an entirely different reason when he spoke it.

now, it grates on your nerves.

it grates on your nerves how much you like it, how much you want him to call you that in other less than wholesome scenarios.

matsukawa hums thoughtfully, tilts his head in wonder. "what's gotten into you lately, hm? you've never had any problems with it before." he inches closer to inspect your expression.

you turn your head completely to avoid looking at him directly, so his gaze falls on the side of your face.

which might not have been the best idea, because it exposes the flush rising up your neck and to your cheeks.

matsukawa reaches up with his free hand and cradles your jaw, gentler than you expect. he traces the line of it with his thumb, making the back of your neck prickle pleasantly, stopping at your chin to move your head to face him. there's a tender sincerity in his eyes that you've rarely seen in him, all traces of the mischief prior completely gone, replaced with genuine concern. "are you alright?" his voice is nearly a whisper.

your mouth goes dry. the tension between you has morphed into something similar yet more profound, something that you're not sure you're ready to explore. you nod once, still averting your eyes.

"why have you been avoiding me?" he says softly, and if you didn't know any better, you'd think he almost sounds pained. "i miss you."

you think your heart stops beating.

so he'd noticed. you shouldn't have expected any less, really - you've been friends for years, you know each other like the backs of your hands.

you aren't sure when you'd started to want more from him. and concluding that it was unfair for you to expect that of him and not wanting to cross the boundary, the foundation you'd built as good friends, you'd started to withdraw. gradually, lessening your invites to him when it proved too painful for you to be alone together with him, making excuses when he extended the invite to you.

you aren't sure what it helped - it hurt all the same, and you couldn't help but feel bitter that you were in this situation, all because you felt things for him that you didn't think you should. bitter at him, though he doesn't deserve it - he's been there for you ever since you could remember - and bitter at yourself, for putting you both through it. and here he is, scorned even more by your distance too.

your eyes well up with guilt as you let his words sink in, and it's all you can do to blink the tears away before they fall.

"hey, i'm sorry, prin-" matsukawa falters, seems to catch himself, and it pains you even more how considerate he's being though you've been so cruel to him and hadn't meant what you said. "whatever it is, it'll be okay. don't waste your tears on me." oh, if only he knew.

he tilts your chin up to face him once more, swipes his thumbs gently beneath your eyes to collect the stray tears that manage to escape. you want to weep at how tenderly he treats you, how much it makes you want him even more, and he has no idea.

you can't help but scowl again. you hate how much you love him.

you grab his wrists and hold him away from you. "stop it, stop being so nice to me all of a sudden." your voice sounds thick with emotion even to you, and you hate that, too.

matsukawa's undoubtedly stronger than you, and he can undo your grip easily, but he doesn't. instead, that stupid, cocky smirk is back, sensing that you're nearly back to your normal, stubborn self.

but then he says something that turns your world completely on its axis.

"why shouldn't i be nice to the only person i've ever been in love with?"

his eyes are sincere, the most open and honest you've ever seen them.

you're frozen, unsure of what to say, how to process it, unsure if you're somehow dreaming. you drop his hands, but he takes yours again, the warmth of his palms in yours grounding you back to the moment.

"i don't expect you to feel the same way. i'll always love you as a friend, so please don't cut me out of your life." he squeezes your hands once, brings one up to his face so he can touch his lips to your knuckle, barely a graze of skin that leaves you wanting more, before letting you go. he shrugs, gives you a charming, lopsided smile, but you can tell he's trying too hard to be nonchalant. "don't think too hard about it. i'll leave you alone now, i'm sorry."

you catch the hem of his shirt on instinct just before he can walk away. "issei, wait."

he stops, but doesn't swivel back around to you. you can't help but wonder what kind of facial expression he's making. as it is, you can't bear to look at him, focusing instead on your thumb and forefinger pinching at the fabric of his shirt.

"issei...." it's then that you notice his hand closest to you is trembling lightly, and it makes your breath hitch. "are you serious?"

"i wouldn't joke about something like that," he says, and his voice is a lot softer.

"then....look at me and say it." you gather your courage to meet his eyes and tug him back, closer than he was before.

a tingle rushes up your spine when he fixes his gaze back on yours, and that infuriating, lovely little smirk is still in place. there's a soft intensity in his eyes that you've never seen before, and it makes every one of your nerves ignite.

"i'm in love with you, dummy."

the sudden rush of emotion makes you surge up to capture his lips. finally.

it surprises him, you can tell, but he only stands frozen for a tenth of a second before it seems like he's awoken and his lips are moving in kind, kissing you back in short bursts, hands finding your waist, until you deepen it and nip at him to slide your tongue into his mouth.

matsukawa chuckles lightly against you, you can feel his lips widen into that lopsided grin, and he nips right back at you before you pull away to breathe, a dopey smile undoubtedly parting your lips.

"i like 'princess' better," you tease between heavy breaths, pressing even closer to him so he can kiss you again. the feel of him, the taste of him, the warmth of his body against yours, is better than you could've expected, and it's so dizzying, you feel like you're floating when he wraps his arms around you and kisses across your face, down your jaw and throat.

matsukawa pulls back barely an inch to look at you and marvel at how pretty you look, the happiest he's ever seen you when just moments before you'd looked like you were on the verge of tears. he grins crookedly, wholeheartedly pleased. he doesn't think he's ever been happier than in this moment, either. "so you like me too, huh?"

you shake your head, let him back you up against the wall again so he can press your hips together easier, one of your legs automatically wrapping around his waist to make more room for him. "issei, i love you." it comes out so naturally, yet so abrupt, like soda shaken up in a bottle.

he groans against your neck at the admission, shifts back up to your face so he can kiss you fully, passionately, greedily. he steals the breath from your lungs, and you can only moan into him, arch into his hold and beg for more, more, more.

you've had a taste, and you're entirely sure you'll never be able to get enough.

you rock against each other, fingers roaming, pulling and pressing, and you think you might be losing your mind in the best way. matsukawa touches you so gently yet so firmly, as if he doesn't want to hurt you but needs to remind you he's there, breathing you in and taking everything you have to give.

you sigh against the side of his jaw, a grin tugging at your lips when you feel his thick fingers drag up your thighs to knead at the flesh of your ass. "take me to bed," you murmur into his skin, and the way you're looking at him, up through your lashes, eyes hooded and swimming with lust as he grinds you down on his thigh, is enough to drive him wild.

matsukawa blinks, mirrors your grin. "fuck, of course, princess."

you're so pleased to hear him call you that again, you kiss it right out of his mouth.

his bedroom is approximately five steps away from the hallway where you are, but it takes you several minutes of stumbling and giggling quietly to navigate it successfully, too caught up in each other to move productively. you're in your own little world, each happily engulfed in a trance that the other has cast on you, only made more intense with each lingering, greedy touch, each kiss, pulling and pushing like magnets.

when you look up again you're on your knees at the edge of matsukawa's bed, helping him out of his hoodie. true to form, he's not wearing anything underneath it, and though you've seen him shirtless dozens of times, it gives you pause.

it's different this time, this close, finally able to touch him the way you would've liked to for so long. this close, with the intensity of his half-lidded gaze on you, following your every move, inspecting your every expression.

"don't be shy now, sweetheart," matsukawa murmurs, and on instinct you cut him a look, which immediately softens when he takes your hands and places them on his chest.

"pretty," you can't help but praise as your hands roam, over the rippling muscle of his chest, his abdomen, coming back up to pinch playfully at his nipples as you catch his lips again in a searing kiss.

"speak for yourself," he says as he backs you into the middle of his bed, trailing his barrage of kisses down your neck, nipping and licking as he goes, making you gasp and whine at the sensations. long fingers slide beneath the waistband of your pants to squeeze ruefully at your ass, the cool metal of his rings making you shiver. he pushes you against his hips, where you can undoubtedly feel his sizable bulge - you can't help but try to grind into the heat of it, and you can feel his lips widen against your skin in response.

you do your best to shimmy your pants down your legs despite him being between them, and he couldn't be happier to help you. he hardly detaches from you as he slips them off and throws them to the side, then pauses to ask your permission before tugging your panties off too, with your enthusiastic 'please'. he doesn't have to ask how far you want to go, sensing how meaningful it must be after so long of pining over each other, because you pull him back to your lips and whisper, "i want you, issei, please," and he swears something else entirely comes over him and drives him wild.

matsukawa no longer has the patience to take the rest of your clothes off, kissing quickly down your body over your shirt to slot himself between your legs. he presses his lips along the inside of your thighs, placing your legs across his shoulders. he groans when he sees how wet you are, when he slides an experimental finger through your folds and a string of your slick connects him to you even when he pulls away. you gasp and arch your back lightly at the contact, fingers clutching at the sheets beneath you.

"such a pretty pussy," he praises, eyes glazed over with lust and pure hunger as he continues to watch his fingers tease you, smacking his lips when he licks them clean and takes his rings off. "just like the rest of you, hm?"

"'sei, please don't tease," you mumble breathlessly, anticipation making your voice tight.

"ah, you've waited long enough, haven't you, princess?" his words alone make you shiver, but then he trails wet kisses closer to your core and you want to cry out. "well, i have, too, and i just want to savor it, you know?" he says it casually, as if he isn't dangling your pleasure over you between those pretty fingers, as if he isn't so close to where you need him that the heat of his breath across your skin as he talks is making you squirm in his hold.

just before you can whine and pull at him in impatience, he chuckles and finally ducks his head to taste you directly.

you gasp when his warm tongue slips through your folds, gathering up your slick for him to swallow up soundly with a satisfied hum that makes you shudder. he finds your clit almost instantly, circling it with the very tip of his tongue and making you buck your hips involuntarily before he's pulling back, just to smile smugly at you.

you don't think he's ever looked better than with his curls mussed by the grip your fingers have them in, his eyes hooded and all sorts of ravenous, his chin glistening with your slick.

matsukawa licks his lips, bites lightly at the flesh of your thigh. "you taste better than i could've imagined," he admits, voice gruff and sending tingles down your spine.

that makes you laugh breathily, only for it to fade into a delicious little moan when he dives back between your legs.

matsukawa eats you out with the same intensity, the same deep, intensive passion, as he had when he finally had the opportunity to kiss you fully, and you don't have to wonder if he'd been waiting to do this, too. his tongue slides into your entrance, coaxing out more of what you have to give him, so deep that his nose nudges your clit and makes you whine. he alternates between sucking wet kisses and messy licks all across every part of your needy pussy, intent only on tasting you and applying pressure, making more and more of a mess that he then happily licks up, and when he isn't satisfied with just that, he pushes his fingers into you, pleased when you can take both digits so quickly, one after another, and grazes his teeth gently along your sensitive bud in wordless praise.

you're gasping his name seemingly endlessly, as if it's the only word you know, your mind all but blank except for thoughts of him, pulling and tugging at the roots of his hair, making him groan into you, the vibrations of his deep voice only fueling your ecstasy. all too soon, you feel the bubble of pleasure in your gut near bursting. matsukawa seems to sense this, and curves his fingers as he thrusts and brushes right into your sweet spot, simultaneously lapping at your aching clit before wrapping his lips around the swollen bud and sucking, hard.

you fall over the edge so abruptly, your vision whites out. your body seizes up, back arched away from the bed, thighs squeezing around his head, a final cry of his name on your lips as pleasure overtakes you.

matsukawa doesn't stop pumping his fingers and licking at your clit. even as your body instinctively wriggles away from sensitivity, he follows you, his mouth riding the waves of your pleasure, the rhythmic grind of your hips, loves the way your walls pulse around his fingers, the way you spill into his palm. he laps up everything he can, only pulling away when you stop moving to watch with wonder as your pussy throbs around nothing in the aftershocks of your orgasm.

he chuckles when he sets your legs back down on the bed and gets a good look at you. "god, you're so fucking beautiful," he says, taking a moment just to stare at you, all wrecked and messy and gorgeous, panting in the middle of his bed with your shirt all askew and exposing your soft stomach, cheeks ruddy and eyes watery and face all fucked out, but a lopsided smile tipping at your lips. it only widens when your lidded gaze follows his hand, still wet from you, as it slips beneath the waistband of his pants, and undoubtedly fists at his cock.

"kiss me," you demand, barely a whisper, and it makes his cock throb in his hand.

matsukawa could never deny you. he surges forward and kisses you, moans into your mouth when your nimble fingers meet his beneath his pants and squeeze at his dick. you hum at the taste of yourself on his tongue, lick it off his lips as you thumb at his slit, share a lopsided grin that he then kisses off your face.

he lets you push him down on the bed then, raises his hips so you can ease his pants down his thighs and off and - he isn't wearing anything underneath that, either, and it doesn't surprise you, but makes you laugh.

when you look up at him again, you nearly salivate and come close to cardiac arrest all at once.

matsukawa's looks have never escaped your notice. as long as you've known each other, before you were even attracted to him, you'd known it as a fact that he was attractive. it was all too easy for him to develop his confidence, just cocky enough not to be completely arrogant but made even more attractive. tall, dark, handsome, and even worse - annoyingly witty - you often wondered how you'd not only harbored feelings for so long, but tolerated him enough to be friends for even longer.

you know him inside out, know him better than most.

but this, this is entirely new to you, though you most definitely see it as a positive now that your relationship has developed.

"issei," you swallow, "you're...big."

as if in response, his cock twitches where it rests against his abdomen, heavy and intimidating, though the swollen tip is leaking invitingly with precum.

matsukawa laughs, and you can't help but watch the way his abs contract with it, his skin glistening with how much he's dripped onto it. "you don't have to take it all, princess." something warm laces through his chest at the fact that you don't seem the least bit daunted, and instead look like you might start drooling. your gaze doesn't stray when he strokes himself once more, mesmerized.

you lick your lips without realizing it. "no," you correct, holding his gaze once more as you reach out to touch him fully, "i want you, issei, all of you."

he doesn't think he's ever heard anything more seductive in his life, more enticing. at that very moment, he thinks, is when he falls irreversibly, as if he wasn't in enough trouble to begin with.

your hand doesn't close around the base of his cock all the way, a fact that makes you shiver. matsukawa watches you closely, eyes glinting with unabashed lust, tongue darting out to lick his lips when you pucker yours, letting a dollop of spit land on the head of his cock. he curses under his breath, clearly barely holding himself together, and an addicting surge of power thrums through your veins.

you use your spit to aid the slide of your fist, up and down his shaft, pausing at the head to thumb at his slit, bending just to press a chaste, although wet, kiss to it before stroking your hand back down, squeezing at the base of him once more.

matsukawa tuts when you pull away. "princess, don't tease me if you don't want me to tease you, too."

you shrug coquettishly, your smile dripping with faux innocence. "it's only okay if i do it, baby."

his grin is nothing short of predatory. he all but pounces on you, grabbing you by the hips and shifting you back onto the bed so he can hover over you.

matsukawa disposes of your shirt so quickly you barely register it happening, and his mouth latches on to your chest instantly, big hands kneading at your breasts as his tongue swirls around your nipples, taking care to lave at them both and suck biting kisses into the swell of your chest. you whine in satisfaction, back arching instinctively to press more of your body into his needy touch, fingers raking through his soft curls only to encourage him.

one of his hands diverts and makes a path down to your stomach, until he's cupping your mons, grinning wickedly when he's reminded of how wet you still are.

matsukawa raises his head from your chest just enough to speak, his breath ghosting over your skin and raising goosebumps. "i'll take care of you, princess," he promises, voice strained. "i'll go slow, get you nice and ready for me."

you make to roll your eyes and tell him to get on with it, but then his fingers slide through your slit once more before slipping back in, with minimal resistance due to his previous work, and you have to bite back a moan instead.

it makes him chuckle, and he sits back on his haunches, gravity pushing you into his lap, thighs spread across his, opening you up to him completely. you can feel his dick brush against the inside of your thigh and can't help but shiver. his free hand glides along your skin appreciatively, squeezing at the supple flesh of your thigh, other fingers still massaging at your walls, scissoring in and out and stretching you wide for him.

matsukawa whistles quietly then, and you cut your eyes at him only to see him eyeing you hungrily and licking his lips. "shit," he murmurs low, dark, and fascinated. "you're gorgeous." he fixates on your pussy, how you suck his fingers in so sweetly, clenching around him as if you want, need something more. "look at you, so needy." and god, did he have exactly what you needed. "my fingers aren't enough for you, huh?" the tips of his fingers nudge into your sweet spot, making you gasp and instinctively grasp his wrist, and he only laughs lowly, doubling down and thumbing at your swollen clit, delighting when you squirm and whine at him.

"i'll give it to you, baby," he says, his voice so soft it almost sounds like he's thinking out loud rather than talking to you. his fingers part from you and he bends to kiss the center of your stomach in a strangely wholesome gesture, then pulls back to press your hips together, his shaft sliding enticingly through your slick, parting your folds. "i'll give you everything."

"o-oh, issei~ !" you keen at the new contact, walls clenching around nothing and what you want most nestled snugly between your legs, so close yet so far.

matsukawa presses himself against you, eyes practically sparkling with glee as he plays with you, as he watches your pretty pussy get even messier, coating his cock as he continues sliding it across you. the swollen head of it catches on your entrance, and he knows the whine you let out at that will be replaying in his head for weeks. he readjusts his grip on your thighs so he can direct your body better, firm though you're squirming so much he has to kiss you over and over in a futile attempt to soothe you (he doesn't think either of you care if it works, just too blissed out and caught up in each other and enjoying every second). when he moves his hips again, he makes sure to brush right against your clit with his cock, an easy feat with how thick he is, and groans into your mouth when your hand snakes between you to keep him there, your hips writhing beneath his, trapped between him and the mattress.

when you break away from his mouth to speak, dazed and pretty, a string of saliva connects you only for him to lick it up greedily. "i need you, issei, please," you nearly beg, thighs squeezing around his hips as if to punctuate yourself. it's music to his ears.

for as much as he seems to be falling apart at the seams, he still has the energy to tease you. "what do you need, princess?" he teases too at your fluttering hole, one large hand guiding his tip to nudge against it, just barely, only for him to shudder at how quickly and easily he can seem to sink into you.

still, he waits right there propped up on an elbow to look directly at you, chest to chest, your arms wrapped tightly across his back and legs spread wide against your bed.

you look like you're on the verge of cursing him out, but oh, he loves it, he loves you, loves that look you get when you're frustrated with him and now that he knows - frustrated but so in love it clouds your supposedly menacing gaze.

you raise one leg up to wrap loosely across his hip and pull him towards you, gasping when it shifts him just that tiny bit with the friction you so desperately need. "please, 'sei," you breathe, softer than anything, and who is he to deny you when you ask so nicely, with that stubborn yet lovestruck look in your pretty eyes?

"sorry to keep you waiting, princess." he says seriously, breathless and just as desperate, pressing his forehead to yours, noses touching together. he taps at your clit just to make you jolt, chuckling at your warning call of his name, before positioning the head of his cock at your entrance once more. "are you ready for me?"

you nod vigorously, managing to breathe out a frantic "yes, yes, god yes," just before his swollen tip sinks into you. your sharp gasp at the stretch makes him bury his face into your neck as he waits for you to grow accustomed to his girth, and he kisses and nips at your skin patiently.

you clutch him tight to you, muscles relaxing slowly with every touch of his lips on your skin, the soothing praise he whispers melting into you as your body molds to his.

"more," you plead after a moment, "more, issei- !"

matsukawa kisses his way up your jaw so he can watch your face again, brushing away hair that's stuck to your dampened forehead so he can see your eyes clearly. "i've got you, baby, you're taking me so well," he inches himself in with a hiss, your walls practically sucking him in, warm and wet and seemingly perfectly molded around his length. "anything you want, it's all yours." he shifts his hips away a bit just to push back in, and with one fluid stroke and a sharp moan escaping you, he's fully sheathed. he kisses across your open mouth, cradles your face with one hand and all the tenderness in the world cupped into his palm. "it's always been yours. i've always been yours."

his words aren't lost on you. staring intently into his eyes, your own start to well up with emotion, and he nudges his nose into yours with a quiet chuckle. you reach up to caress his cheek, heart swelling at the sincerity sparkling in his eyes, the warmth from him that seeps through your entire being and bubbling into pure, unadulterated happiness.

you tilt your head to capture his lips, indulge in his kisses until you're breathless.

when you part for air, it's you who laughs quietly, fingers stroking absently through the soft black curls of his hair. "we could've done this so much sooner," you lament, grinning when he graces you with another swift kiss before pulling back further.

matsukawa smiles, large palms gliding along your thighs and pressing into the plush playfully until he reaches the back of one of your knees and pushes it up against your chest. "trust me, princess," he says with a cocky gleam in his eye that makes you tingle, hips winding back simultaneously as he raises up minutely, "we've got all the time in the world to make up for it."

you're aware of how active he'd been before this, how your mutual friends seemed to speak about him as if he were some kind of sex god, though he'd never disclose any details - but you don't think anything could've prepared you for the depth of his prowess.

matsukawa starts slow and deep, hips rocking rhythmically and drawing back, the pressure and thickness of his cock seeming to reach every sensitive spot inside you. his eyes are glazed over with desire and the overwhelming pleasure you're giving him, but he's somehow still keen on your own pleasure, attuned to your every reaction, every satisfied little sound you make, every clench of your tight little cunt. he observes what you like, what seems to drive you most crazy, gasping and whining and writhing against him, and all but abuses them - nudging up against your sweet spot with the swollen head of his cock, grinding his pelvis intently into your puffy clit, licking at your throat, nipping at your chest.

you reward him with the most beautiful sounds, the sweetest pulls at the roots of his hair that make him fuck into you even harder, his hips moving on their own to drill you down into the mattress, pressed chest to chest with one arm hooked around the back of your knee to keep you opened up for him.

"oh my god, issei," you finally manage when he lets you breathe, panting against his cheek as he peppers kisses across your face all the while.

"feel good, princess?" his voice, smooth yet just the right kind of raspy, breathes right against your ear and makes you shudder pleasantly, arching further into him as his hips press back down. he pulls back a bit to admire you, how beautiful you look all dazed and fucked out, brows furrowed and mouth agape with how good he's making you feel, how you seem to instinctively reach back out for him every time he shifts away even the tiniest bit. at his prompting you nod furiously, seemingly lost for words.

he can't really blame you, because he chooses that moment to rub at your poor, sensitive clit with the rough pads of his fingers, relishing at how your back arches off the bed and you practically claw at his arms.

matsukawa's grin is sinister, teeth bared as he pauses, pulls his hips back a bit to sit back on his haunches and readjust you as if you weigh nothing, hands squeezing appreciatively at your flesh before he positions both your legs over his shoulders once more. "god, i'm gonna fucking ruin you," he bites out, placing a sweetly contradictory kiss to one of your thighs, "gonna mold this pretty pussy to the shape of my cock." he slides his fingers through your folds for emphasis, brushes up against where you're connected and groans at how wet you are, how his digits come away dripping so nicely. "like no one else can, princess." he doesn't miss the way your cunt clenches deliciously around him at his words.

he loves that you can still smirk stubbornly right back at him even in your position folded underneath him. "i'm gonna ruin you for anyone else, too, dummy," you say slyly, reaching up to pull him down to you by the nape of his neck, sighing dreamily when he indulges you with another breathtaking kiss.

he can't help but chuckle, knowing that it's more than true - you wrecked him long before he was even inside you and tasted heaven on your tongue and encased in the sweet velvet of your walls. and he's more than impressed with how eager you are for his mouth despite the awkward angle pushing your legs to your chest in a way he's sure can't be comfortable.

when his dick slides all the way back in to the hilt at this angle, you both gasp at how much deeper it seems, the head of his cock nudging right up against your cervix.

"ohh, fuck, pretty girl, i could die right now you're so fucking perfect," he breathes, like the air has been punched from his lungs, because you're swallowing him right up so perfectly, so snugly, and the base of his cock is rubbing right up against your clit and making you mewl nearly every time he thrusts in. his fingers weave between yours and pin them to the mattress, similarly to how his hips shove yours down into it, steady and unbelievably precise, and the room fills with the obnoxious noises of wet skin slapping against wet skin and the obscene squelch of your cunt sucking him in.

you giggle breathlessly, let go of one of his hands to clutch at the roots of his hair, tilting his head up from where his gaze had been locked on the mess between your bodies so he can look at you instead. "don't die before you make me cum again, issei."

matsukawa swears his heart palpitates at the cocky little smile on your face. you really are perfect - you look like a gorgeously lewd, perfect little angel, dazed and splayed out so delicately in his bed, tits bouncing with every purposeful thrust of his hips, your heavensent, divine pussy sucking him in so perfect, perfect, perfect. that word was made for you, he's so sure of it.

"of course not, angel," he simpers, licking his lips as his gaze rakes over your body. "how many can you take, hm?" one hand still laced with yours, he parts your lips around his dick with his free hand, grinning ruefully when you can only whine instead of answering his question.

he hadn't expected you to, anyway.

matsukawa continues to tease your body and relish in your sweet reactions, never breaking the brutal yet constant pace of his hips thrusting into you. he presses a heavy palm down on your lower stomach and groans from deep in his chest when you clench so nicely for him, whining at the new sensation. "you can feel me there, huh?" he hovers over you, your legs still hooked haphazardly across his shoulders, and kisses at your chest in approval. he marvels at how deep he truly is, carving his cock into you and building up your pleasure and his with every purposeful rock of his hips. he feels goosebumps rise on his skin at the primal, fleeting thought of fucking you full, fucking a baby into you, making you beg for it, needy and desperate. "i fucking love you, baby, taking me so fucking well." he isn't sure he's making much sense, but something comes over him with the sheer bliss he's feeling, and he can't stop talking - and you seem to absolutely love it, keening at every meaningless babble as if his voice is laced with the most addictive substance.

eventually he moves his hand down from your stomach to toy with your poor, puffy clit, smearing your combined juices all along the little bundle of nerves and rubbing vigorously. "cum all over my cock, princess, give it all to me," he all but growls, hips still moving as if on autopilot as he focuses all his attention on your pretty face, intent to watch you come undone.

your jaw locks and a silent scream escapes you as you tip over the edge once more, overwhelmed with pleasure as your orgasm crashes through your body, head to toe. when you have enough air to gasp into your hungry lungs, you can only breathe out a chorus of his name, clutching at his hair and the sheets beneath you, writhing against the mattress with every wave of pure bliss that rolls through you.

matsukawa fucks you through it, dutifully, eagerly. he nearly melts at the happily dreamy look on your face, the charming pinch of your brows and your mouth hanging agape just to chant his name and spur him on - and not to mention, the devastating flutter of your cunt around him, the pulse of your walls pushing out your wetness to coat his cock, the sweet glisten of the skin between your thighs and his shaft.

he's never been more in love. he can't help but think about how lucky he is to be the one making you lose yourself in the best way.

matsukawa stills his hips and kisses you down from your high, your tongues tangling and making a mess of your spit, but neither of you care, too lost in each other.

"keep going," you pant into his mouth, fingers raking through his hair and making him moan in satisfaction as the last few contractions of your orgasm wrack through him in turn. "wanna feel your cum inside me, issei."

matsukawa groans, low and guttural. you say and do the hottest things with such ease it should be illegal. "fuck," he grunts, "i did tell you i'd give you everything, didn't i?" he slips your legs down his shoulders carefully, but presses one to your chest with a large hand on the back of your knee. he repositions himself over you, makes sure you're secure and comfortable before he starts to move again.

this time, his pace is much faster, hyperfocused only on reaching his own peak.

your moans seem to get higher pitched the longer he pistons into the tight wet heat of your cunt, your legs shifting to close around him on instinct - he prevents you with that firm hold on the back of your knee, keeping you splayed open and vulnerable as he happily splits you apart on his cock.

matsukawa bites his lip in concentration, but low, satisfied sounds still escape him, too lost in the sweet vice of your pussy clamped around him to keep quiet.

when you reach up to tug at his hair again, with just the right amount of pressure, he thinks he loses his mind completely.

he only lasts a few valiant, sloppy thrusts, and then he's burying himself into you as deep as he can, his tall frame curling into you instinctively to get as close as possible, your name escaping from deep within his throat, low and lovely. with every sweet pulse of his thick cock he spills inside you, coating your fluttering walls in his seed until it leaks out between you, and you're gasping and shaking lightly at how positively full you feel, warm and more than content to be trapped in his embrace. his hips slow to a sensual grind that makes his pelvis nudge right into your clit, and before you know it, you're teetering excruciatingly slow towards another orgasm, shocked at how eager for it your tired body seems to be, squeezing around his cock - still hard despite how much he seemed to cum - and instinctively pressing closer to him.

matsukawa buries his face into the crook of your neck as he comes down, breathing heavy, arms wrapped tight around your waist. after a moment he turns you both on your side because he has half a mind not to crush you, and you giggle breathlessly, fingers soothing at his scalp. "fuuuuuck," he groans against your heated skin, drawn out on a long breath. "you're insane." he chuckles to himself, all too pleased.

you scoff, shifting so you can face him. you're so close you can see how much his pupils have dilated, the black nearly swallowing the entirety of his irises, and you wonder vaguely if yours are the same, if the emotion bursting from your slightly heaving chest is any indication. "says the one who's still hard." you clench around him for emphasis and he grunts as his cock twitches inside you, a large hand smacking lightly at your ass in admonishment.

"don't start something you can't finish, princess." that crooked grin is back, that addictingly smooth lilt of his voice.

instantly you're more energized, spurred on by his challenging tone, absolutely insatiable, and you mirror his smirk. "who says i can't finish?" you pull away from him, whining a little at the loss of his heat and the dull pressure of his cock plugging your releases. it leaks slowly out of you and along your still-wet inner thighs, but in another instant matsukawa's thick fingers are there, smearing it into your folds and making more of a mess of you.

you push his probing hand away so you can roll on top of him, and his grin widens when he figures out what you're doing and lays back comfortably with an arm tucked behind his head, those half-lidded eyes watchful, anticipating.

you don't miss the delicious flex of his bicep, the way that position emphasizes his arms and broad chest.

you lean in just to kiss him as you straddle his hips, his free hand squeezing at your thigh and gliding up your body to rest at the curve of your waist, his thumb soothing at your skin. you line him up to your entrance once more, and with your pleased little gasp, he slides in with hardly any resistance to speak of.

"that's it, beautiful," matsukawa rumbles, and with your hands braced on his chest you can feel his deep voice vibrate through you, and it makes you shiver. "you're so pretty like this." he says it softly, reverently, and your back arches a little bit more as if on instinct, preening with his praise.

you grin, sinking down all the way and humming in satisfaction along with him. you circle your hips, leaning down to kiss him, one hand on his chest and the other on the side of his face, caressing his cheek as he lets your tongue delve into his mouth, content to let you take the lead.

if he were honest, he'd let you do anything you wanted to him.

and he can't wait to explore that with you.

you lick up the line of spit that connects you when you pull back, raising your hips simultaneously and gasping against his cheek when you shift back down. his cock throbs deep inside you, every ridge and vein massaging at your walls so nicely every time you move, slow and purposeful.

"fuck, 'sei," you whine as you ride him with abandon, chasing the friction, the pure, liquid pleasure he's giving you, all but bouncing in his lap - to his clear delight. his eyes shine with mirth, darting across your every feature and leaving none without his attention. matsukawa groans in response, no longer lax and content to just admire you as you work yourself over him, sitting up to toy with your body, his hands now occupied with your breasts. he squeezes them together, pinching and licking at your nipples just to make you whimper and clutch at his wrists, back arching to push more of your flesh into his eager mouth.

matsukawa kisses his way up from your chest, where he's left his own pretty roses scattered across your skin, and starts sucking on your throat. you gasp when you feel his teeth glide across your pulse, shuddering and tugging on the hair at the back of his head. he chuckles against your jaw, big hands digging into the supple flesh of your ass to aid your movements.

"issei, i'm-" he interrupts you with a lick to your bottom lip, laughing softly at how quickly you respond, head tilting to follow his mouth when he pulls away.

"what is it, baby?" he asks, though he knows, can feel it in the way you clench around his dick, the tension pulling your muscles taut and making your pace stutter.

"'m close," you manage between kisses when he realizes he can't stay away from your mouth, either, and gives you what you want. "gonna cum, make me cum, issei please, i need to- oh-!"

matsukawa interrupts you again, this time by planting his feet on the mattress and thrusting up into you. he grips your thighs and slams you down onto his cock simultaneously, and your hair flies when you throw your head back with a deeply satisfied, high pitched moan. his grin is feral - he's addicted to the way you fall apart just for him, losing yourself again on his cock, tits bouncing with each brutal thrust he rewards you with for your pretty, shaky moans.

your fingers paw sloppily at your clit as you tumble over the edge once more, and he does his best to prolong your orgasm, but he only lasts a few messy thrusts himself before giving in and pumping you full again, unable to resist the tantalizing flutter of your walls around him.

matsukawa shoves his pulsing dick inside you as deep as he can and stills, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you tight to him, unconcerned that you're both sweaty and trembling and have a mess slowly spreading between you, both of you coming apart in your bliss yet coming together in the middle, tethering each other in your embrace. you hold him just as firmly, fingers dug into his soft curls, chest pressed to his and swooning all over again when you feel his heartbeat against your own, rattling around erratically in your ribcage as you come down from your devastating high, struggling to catch your breath.

soon enough, laughter bubbles up in his chest, shaking you both lightly. you giggle along with him, pinching playfully at his arm when he kisses your cheek and tells you, low and breathless, "i swear you're trying to kill me, princess."

"we should probably clean up," you suggest, laying your head on his shoulder and admittedly making no other move to do so.

"yeah, just..." matsukawa just stares at you for a long moment, a tender little half-smile adorning his lips, so small yet so bright - it lights up his whole face, makes his eyes sparkle and his skin glow, and you don't think he's ever looked more handsome. your heart does somersaults. "give me a second." his hand comes up to your face, thumb stroking your cheek, tracing the seam of your lips and making you smile against the pad of it. almost as if on instinct you kiss at his thumb, and his grin widens, because he thinks he sees everything he's ever wanted in your eyes.

you sigh dramatically when you feel more of your combined juices leak out of you and you suddenly feel unbearably sticky. "come on, issei, you can make googly eyes at me in the bath," you gripe, and peck at his lips before disentangling your sore limbs from his and moving to sit up.

matsukawa just laughs and does his best to help you out, because he can't argue.

but just because you ruined that tender moment prematurely, he thinks he'll do more than that in the bath.

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cattoru · 5 months

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#leave him alone he needs his daily dose of delusions #cattoru’s #hq #hq.memes #makki #mattsun #matsuhana

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easybrainrot34 · 1 month

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He’s the kind of man that not only comes to girl's night out but is fully welcomed. Like POV he’s your boyfriend, you set up a girl's night, and he is fully integrated into girls night. He can be the DD, he can be the man who goes on a snack run, he can be the one who starts the evening by passing out shots like he can do it all. Oh you think you’re the host tonight ? Wrong. it’s him. If one of your friends becomes an emotional drunk, he becomes a therapist. If one of the girls is falling down drunk he’s giving piggyback rides. If it’s a girls night in and the charcuterie board runs low, he’s in the kitchen restocking it.

At least every girl has at least told you twice that they wish they wish there was a clone of your man. But if one of the girls is being suss, you know getting a little too flirty trying to get a little too close to him, he gently reminds them that he is wifey’d up. He also knows all the tea, all the drama, and is fully giving out advice (but if you don’t want advice, he’ll just let u rant).

- Bokuto, Kuroo, Daichi (specifically with him, he’s the kind of man to take everyone’s keys before the drinking starts), Mattsun, Iwazumi (although he has made everyone swear up-and-down that they would never tell Oikawa about girls nights, because he’s just not dealing with that), Ushijima (yes, he’s very stoic, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t know how to have fun), Tendou (if somebody tries to mess with any of you at the bar, he’ll fight a bitch) , and of course, Atsumu

‼️sidenote, I typically write head cannons in a genderless way so you don’t have to be female presenting for this it’s just basically anybody but men because the boys night would be totally different lol‼️

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu crack #haikyuu!!#headcanon #hajime iwaizumi #kotaro bokuto #kuroo tetsurou #atsumu miya #matsukawa issei #daichi sawamura #ushijima wakatoshi #tendou satori #haikyu #mattsun #x reader

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moechies · 4 months

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giving issei nii a bj 🏩💝 tw dark content icst, giving oral

“good, just like that. just a little more, cmon.. do it for your nii chan.”

his cold fingers are tangled in the side of your scalp, soothing his thumb over your sweet face.

you glance up at your nii chan with your pearly eyes glazed in the prettiest tears, with your wet lips from your saliva that still had a little remnant of your previously applied lip gloss. you were too fucking perfect.

“breathe in through yer nose imouto, it’ll be easier for you,”

you pull your mouth off his cock unexpectedly, the suffocation getting too overbearing. it was starting to burn your throat with how much it was being stretched, but the unsatisfied look on your niichans face was enough to make your heart ache.

“m-m sorry issei nii, s-s just too big.. i jus.. just n-need your help! please..!”

“yeah, you need nii chans help? how, hm? you have to tell me, or i don’t know what to do.” he did know what to do, but he was teasing you. making you say lewd things out loud. he loved it, and you knew that.

“m-maybe you can try n push on my head.. so it’ll go deeper..!”

it makes him grin.

“kay, let’s try it. gonna take it all this ti—“

and before he can even finish his sentence, your warmth is already wrapped around him, pulling a groan from your niichan. you feel his hand on your head yet again, but this time he’s a bit rougher with his actions. his hand begins to press down further and further onto your head, the pressure getting just a bit harsher each second.

the panic settles in, as you feel his cock going past a certain limit in your throat,

“don’t panic, yer doin’ so good f’me yeah? just what i expected from you, imouto.”

the praise causes a flutter in your cunt, pressing your cunt furthermore into your heel.

“gonna cum, princess. you know how to make your niichan feel s-so good, hm?”

and before you can hum back in agreement, your niichans semen fills down your throat, to the brim if your mouth. the action is too quick and causes you to choke and whine. he pulls out with a groan, tracing a heart with his tip on your plush lips. it makes him chuckle at your little angered face, in realization of what he had just done. he places a gentle kiss on your lips anyway, because how could he not?

“good fuckin girl. so good. here, ya wanna spit it o-“

“s so sweet issei nii!”

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu #haikyuu oikawa #haikyu x reader #haikyu smut #matsukawa issei #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa smut #hq #hq x reader #hq smut #hq x you #hq imagines #hq matsukawa #mattsun #haikyuu matsukawa #matsukawa x you #drabbles ⋆⑅˚₊

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makkir0ll · 1 month

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summer heat

(reader x mattsun)

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{a/n: I did in fact finish writing this at 12 am. So excuse any grammar and mistakes. But this in fact my first ever piece I'm publishing here. So if you have any sort of constructive criticism please tell me (kindly though) anyways enjoy}

it was mid-summer, and its that point of the month where the temperatures were at their all time highs, and the fact that your air conditioning broke didn't make it any better.

it's late at night, you and your boyfriend mattsun couldn't sleep comfortably. The humidity and heat mixing which made your sheets stick to your sweaty body in discomfort.

the two of you had made your way to the living room couch. The room is dim with only the fairy lights you hung in your apartment giving it a comforting glow, and the light of the television playing your favorite show shines on your faces. The windows are open to let the cool night breeze in along with the fans spinning at the highest speeds in attempts to cool the both of you down. You and mattsun lay on opposite ends of the couch, not being able to sit close to each other without being uncomfortable, but your legs meet in the middle, tangled with each other.

"Its so hot" you groan in annoyance. Mattsun glances over at you, wishing he could do something. Anything. To put the two of you out of this misery.

"I know baby, tomorrow we'll call the landlord again and I'll make sure he fixes it. And if not, we can crash at Makki's" he responds in a sweet tone, putting his hand over your shin to comfort you. You smile at the gesture.

He feels the weight of the couch shift, he glances over at you get up and walk to the fridge. You open the freezer and grab two ice cubes, you turn back around to face him with a grin on your face. He smiles dearly at you as he watches you walk towards him, handing him the cube. He puts the cold cube on his body, the cool touch soothing him. You move his legs aside as you rub your ice cube all over your neck. You sigh at the feeling.

In that moment, mattsun can't seem to get his eyes off you. You look so beautiful to him at that moment. Your hair tied back in a bun with your front layers clipped back. You're wearing a sports bra and the shorts you've had since high school. You're wearing your glasses, that you only wear at home or when you're too lazy to put in your contacts. He wishes you always wore your glasses.

"What are you staring at? Do I have something on my face?" you question, looking at him, and putting your fingers around your mouth. Maybe some of your dinner had missed your mouth. He shakes his head no, and you turn your head back at the tv.

Suddenly he feels like this moment right here, this is it. Sitting on your couch as your favorite tv show plays in front of the two of you. He reaches his hand into the pocket of his shorts and he feels the small velvet box he'd been carrying around with him everywhere since after your one month anniversary.

Now he sits here, next to you, two years later on the couch the two of you bought when you first moved in after a year. His stomach is doing flips, he can't believe what he's about to do, but he knows that this is what he wants for the rest of his life. He's known since the moment he laid eyes on you.

"Will you marry me?"

"What?!" you say in shock, whipping your head to his direction. All your focus is on him.

"Will you marry me?" he asks again. His stomach churns, he feels butterflies in his stomach, his heart is beating faster than imaginable, and he starts sweating. Not because of the heat this time. He moves down to the ground and gets on one knee, pulling the box out his pocket, opening it to reveal the ring.

"Y/N, for as long as we've been dating that I was going to marry you. Fuck, since the moment I laid my eyes on you I knew. I-"

"Yes." you cut him off

"What?!"

"Yes. YES. YES! A MILLION TIMES YES! I'LL MARRY YOU!" You yell as you jump onto him. You have a couple of happy tears streaming down your face as you and mattsun lie on the floor of your apartment, bodies tangle with each other.

He shifts his weight so that you straddle his lap now. You cup his face, leaning in to give him a kiss. "I'll marry you any day" You say between kisses. He smiles and pulls you impossibly closer to him. He pulls away and grabs your left hand, sliding the ring onto your ring finger. It fits perfectly. Its in the metal you always wear, something he noticed immediately. It has a small diamond in the middle, nothing too fancy. You look at it in awe.

"I know its not much, but it's all I could afford at the moment." He looks at you, rubbing small circles on your hip.

"It's perfect." you say softly. Looking back at him. "It's everything and more. I love you"

"I love you too." He puts his hands behind your neck, pulling you into a kiss. You gladly kiss him bacl. It's soft, its intimate...

Its....cold?

You both feel a gush of cool air blow against your bodies. You break the kiss and stare in disbelief and turn to your air conditioner, seeing it had turned on. You giggle at the coincidence of the timing, and you guys go back to what you were doing before.

Its still late at night. You and your fiancé mattsun lay in bed sleeping comfortably in each others arms with a feeling of love in the air.

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#mattsun #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa fluff #mattsun x reader #mattsun fluff #matsukawa issei #seijoh #hq imagines #hq fluff #hq x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines

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laiiaaa · 1 year

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SEEMS PROMISING — MATSUKAWA ISSEI

summary: New to Japan, a friend drags you to a party. A bad one. You find an elusive yet alluring stranger outside.

contains: mentions of alcohol, Mattsun smoking cigs because I said so, Mattsun being a flirty little shit but you love it, just read it and find out

length: 3.6k

note: The affinity for mysterious, cig-smoking men with dark hair is real.

You press open the door, head pounding, and relish in the cool breeze that hits you as you slide it shut again. “Jesus Chri—oh, sorry,” you cut yourself off, embarrassed to see someone standing out on the balcony before you, off to the side and out of view from the door. What you thought was going to be a nice, peaceful fifteen minutes of solitude has morphed into yet another forcible—and probably unpleasant—interaction.

Leaning on the railing facing the cityscape before you, he looks over his shoulder dismissively. “You’re fine. Felt the same way coming out here.” He turns back around and you almost thank him for being so averse to the attitude inside the apartment: loud, drunk, far too inquisitive if not prying.

You want to ask when he came out here, because even after all the introductions Hajime orchestrated, you don’t think you caught this one’s name. And surely you would’ve seen him among the crowd—he’s noticeably tall, got luscious black curls atop his head, and doesn’t seem the type to talk your ear off. You make a mental note to tell your friends about him, even if his name never makes its way to you.

From his place a few feet away, he reaches into the inner pocket of his jacket—corduroy, probably cataloged as ‘saddle brown’ online—and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. He gestures with the box, asking, “Is it okay if I…?”

“Hm?” You turn to face him again. “Oh, yeah. Don’t worry, I won’t be out here too long.”

You’re not sure whether your comment offended him until he gives you that smirk, barely there yet enticing, almost smug with himself. He plucks one from the pack and lifts it to his lips, the metallic flick of his lighter cutting into his muffled motions. You watch carefully as he inhales and exhales, white clouds billowing from his lips and dissipating in the wind.

He takes it between his index and middle finger, leaning his forearms into the railing again before sparing you another glance, longer, more careful this time. “You know a lot of people in there?”

“A few,” you respond, “More, now that a friend introduced me. Definitely not as many as…what’s his name? The blonde one?”

His smirk almost curls into a smile. “Atsumu?” Another puff of smoke.

“Yeah, that one—he’s a little…”

“Little bit much?”

You give him a smile, and he can’t quite tell whether it’s the city lights in the view, or the two drinks he had before coming out here to clear his head, or if it’s just you, but he’s starting to think he’s glad he came to this little gathering, as stupid as it sounded twelve hours ago.

There’s a party inside, you know that much, but as for the reason for the get together, or even the name of the host, you’re not sure. Hajime only provided you with knowing he knows these people, and that it’d give you the chance to meet some now that you’re in Japan. What you didn’t expect was the volume, or the crowd, or the pack-like nature of the people there: they all seem to know each other one way or the other, and you could feel it.

You wouldn’t even say it was overwhelming, the number of people—no, there couldn’t have been more than thirty—but the feeling of being unknown, the other, was. You need to clear your head, get some fresh air. You’re not sure if anyone inside has noticed your absence.

You inch a little closer to the mysterious figure. “Something like that. Are you friends?”

“With Atsumu?” Something in his brows tell you that you’re not even close. “Funny. I know him from high school—played volleyball against him—but that’s as far as that goes.”

Volleyball, you think, That’s the connection? Who would’ve thought. “Ah,” you hum. “So you came to this because…?”

“You meet Iwaizumi yet? He convinced me.” He takes another drag as he gazes over the city. “Somehow.”

Your image of the man lightens at the fact he knows your only friend here, and a soft smile takes your lips. “Hajime did?”

Hajime. So, they’re close, he thinks. “Yeah, we went to the same school, played together, the works.” Could she be…? “He’s a pretty good guy, eh?”

“Yeah…yeah, he is.” You can’t tell what he’s getting at, if anything, and you make another mental note: if you don’t get anything else out of this man, you will be bugging Hajime about him.

“I’m Matsukawa, by the way. Most people just call me Mattsun.” When you give him your name in return, he thinks he could be winning. “Oh?”

You hesitate. “What, something wrong with it?”

“No, don’t worry.” He gives you a once over, and stands fully upright, facing you with one hand still on the railing. You think he’s putting too much faith in the strength of it. Maybe he’s a little more fearless, a little more reckless, than you’re used to. “Hajime’s mentioned you, is all.” He flicks away ash.

“Oh. Why’d you have to make it sound like a bad thing?”

He shrugs. “Didn’t mean to. He speaks highly of you.” You can almost see that smile of his behind plumes of tobacco.

“Really? What’s he say about me?”

“Well…that you’re smart, for one, though I can’t say I can agree with that yet.”

“Yet?”

“Yet.” He flashes a smirk again. “He says you’re funny, too. Again, not too sure about that one, but it seems promising.”

You lend him a blank stare. “Thanks.”

He wants to kick himself for chuckling at that—how could he let his advantage slip so soon? “See, you’re already on the right track.”

“Hm, nice to see you laugh a bit.” And that smile. You tug your jacket tighter around you, not wanting to sacrifice this seemingly meaningless interaction for the sake of the warmth you know is inside. “So, you find out anything else about me from Haji? Or just the basics?”

Ah, so now she’s calling him Haji. There’s a lot he’s kept from me. Hm. “Well, there’s also the fact that you’re very pretty.” He lifts his hand back to his mouth. He’s getting antsy, talking to you, and he’s not used to it.

Your brow furrows, and you consider calling Hajime out here to speak to him yourself. “Haji’s been telling people I’m pretty?” Very very handsome people, you add, internally, but this Matsukawa—Mattsun—doesn’t need that much…yet.

“Nope,” he answers. “Just an observation on my part.”

You cock your head to the side. “…Are you flirting with me?”

He drops his cigarette to the ground and presses it out with his shoe, barely considering whether he’s even allowed to smoke here before bringing his attention back to you. “Would it be more effective if I said yes?”

A laugh escapes you—pity or incredulity, you’re not sure. “Hm, I’m not too sure about that one yet.” You sigh with your lips curving against your will, your cheeks aching with mischief and the thought that maybe it was a good thing to show up. “But I guess it seems promising.”

Mattsun’s smile turns big enough to see teeth this time and he thinks he could be falling in love with you—or maybe he’s just starting to go crazy at the thought of you taking his bit like that, as if everything he has is yours to know and take. It lights a smug fire in your chest that you’ve left him speechless, watching him exhale a sigh through his nose with pink cheeks (from the cold or your quips, who knows?) as he opts to lean on the railing again.

“He’s never mentioned you, you know,” you start, walking right up next to him, turning what was a few feet into mere inches with your elbows on the cold, hard metal.

Your heart races a little faster now, with the whole city right in front of you and your center of gravity leaning a little too close to the ledge for comfort. The two of you could die right now, would the railing give way, but maybe that’s the fun of it for him. Maybe this Mattsun is pretty interesting after all.

“Hajime, you mean?”

“Yeah, it’s not fair, you know things about me, and I know nothing about you.”

“There isn’t much to know.” He shrugs again, splaying his hands out for emphasis.

“Well, you smoke.”

“Yep.”

“You wear a nice corduroy jacket.”

He whips his head in your direction. “You like my jacket?”

You nod earnestly. “Yeah, it looks good on you.”

“Thanks,” he says, biting his tongue to keep from saying more, because he has a feeling that with you, the blush rising to his cheeks will get him into trouble.

“No problem,” you chirp back, heading back to business. “You…used to play volleyball. Used to, right?”

He turns back to facing the city. “Used to.”

“Okay, that’s three things.”

He claps his hands together. “Great, now we’re even.”

“Come on,” you whine. He’s gonna be so much trouble, you think, with the way you’re dying for more. “Can’t we trade?”

“You want to trade information?”

“Yeah, why not? You’re very mysterious, there’s gotta be something to you, no?”

“Is this a free range kinda thing, or are we asking questions?” Mattsun is a bit of a risk taker, a tad impulsive. And maybe a bit too satisfied to have a pretty girl’s attention.

“Hmm…questions. You first, it’s only fair.”

“Alright,” he huffs, struggling to hide the fact that he’s slipping right into your hands. He stares up at the sky for a moment, considering the weight of his question. “How do you know Hajime?”

“Jealous, are we?” And part of you is hoping he is. “We met in college…sophomore year, I think? Neither one of us were from America, so we just kinda clicked. He was doing his sports medicine thing, and at the time I didn’t really know what I was doing yet, and he helped me out a lot. Anyway, we thought we’d never see each other after graduation, but then I got an internship here, so…here we are, I guess. Haven’t been here long, though, only a month or so.”

He doesn’t hesitate or give it a second thought before asking, “How long are you staying?”

You smile. “No follow up questions. I gave you more than you asked, too, so now it’s my turn.”

He waits patiently, contently, wondering what he should ask you next, but you came prepared for this battle.

“What’s your favorite song, and why?”

“That’s two questions.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He wonders what he did to deserve this: a beautiful, snarky girl like you, asking stupid questions about someone you don’t even know and aren’t obligated to.

“I’ve never really had to think about it.”

“Okay, then think about it now.”

He pauses. So demanding, this one, she’s gonna hurt. He ponders it almost too long for your liking. “Eight Miles High, I think, by The Byrds? My dad used to play it all the time.” He pauses again, smiling, and he wonders again about how he even ended up here, talking to you, with you smiling back at him as he explains, “He was born in Japan, but lived in Los Angeles for a while in his twenties, and he liked them a lot—said that nothing could compare to The Byrds playing through open windows cruising down the highway, so he kept a bunch of their CDs and played them for me when I was little. There’s nothing special about that song in particular, I just like the sound, heard it a lot, fits what I picture my dad was like, in a way.”

He’s cute, you think, under all that dark and gloom, he’s cute, and sentimental. “I like that answer,” you add. “Sounds pretty damn special.”

“Might be.” He shrugs and brushes aside the care you gave, listening to him. “Fuck, I need another cigarette,” he hisses, letting his head fall.

“If you do, I’ll go inside,” you say, not sure if it’s the threat you’re meaning it to be as much as it’s a plea for him to stay with you.

“Hm, don’t threaten me with a good time.” Yet he makes no move for his jacket. “I guess that’s the fifth thing I know about you, then.”

“And what would that be?”

“That smoking’s a no-go?”

If you knew better you might wonder why he’d care. “It’s not that,” you reassure, “I mean, I was in California for four years, traveled a bunch, so I don’t mind the smell. I think it’s the idea of addiction that scares me.” Your confession hangs in the open air. “You can add that to the list instead.”

Mattsun takes his time to respond, considers whether he should at all. He observes you from the side: the pout of your near frown, the white of your teeth when you chew at your bottom lip, the crease between your brows when you face him and say it’s his turn again.

And he keeps his eyes on you when he tells you, “I’ve never kissed someone.” And before you can ask him Why? only for him to tell you There’s no follow up questions, and before he can ask himself What the fuck am I saying to this girl I barely know?, he tells you, “I mean, I’ve kissed people, obviously, but not for any reason that’s particularly romantic. Just sex, and…everything adjacent to it.”

You chew on his words for a moment and he thinks he could throw up.

“You can add that to the list now,” he adds, filling the silence.

He feels a lot closer to you now, physically, with your shoulders and hips almost joining together and your noses no more than six inches apart when you face each other. You still want to ask him Why? even though you’re sure he’ll snap the moratorium on follow up questions back on you. Maybe confessions like this tie a rope around two people and tug.

“I don’t think I have either.” Absentmindedly, you lift two fingers to your lips. “It’s funny that you mention it.”

“Why?”

“To the first part, or the second?”

“The first.”

“I don’t know.” You turn to look at him again and he’s already waiting halfway. “I mean, I’ve had a boyfriend before, kind of, but it was never really…”

“Romantic?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, “He was a dick.”

“That sucks.”

“Thanks. How about you?”

“I fucked around a bit in years past. Didn’t really settle or do relationships or anything romantic.”

“I’m sorry.” Yet all you can think about is how you’re sinking deeper into this pit, a boy who doesn’t do relationships.

“It’s alright.”

“Things can always change, you know.” You look back at him, not knowing whether the comment was for his reassurance or your own, and something has changed in the way he looks at you. He isn’t looking just to look anymore, but to listen, as if he can read something from your expression.

“You think so?” he asks, a hopeful lilt in his voice. He doubts whether he really knows himself.

You can't seem to peel your eyes away from his when you only hum a confirmation. Breaths exchanged between you turn white in the cold nighttime air, and you draw closer together for warmth, noses almost touching. Something in your gut tells you this isn’t normal, to be this close, and something in the back of his mind tells him that he’s more than okay with it.

He smiles something different, something of admiration instead of mirth. “This got very personal.”

“It did.” You look at his lips.

“I don’t even know you.”

“No, but you could.”

He smiles back at you, his eyes trailing to your lips in turn. “I could.”

“And it’s helping me make your list, so it’s okay.”

“This is true,” he agrees, “Though I’m a little nervous to ask what you’ve been extrapolating.”

“We can debrief another day, if you’d like.”

He tilts his head, just barely, and each breath into your lungs feels like another pull at his lips to reel him in. “Who said I’m ever going to see you again?”

Your eyes dance between his lips, curled in a way you crave to taste, and his eyes, glazed over with what can only be called desire. “I did, just now.” You give in to his movements closing the marginal gap between you, a hair’s breadth from what you’ve been pining for.

“I know I didn’t say this before, but you can call me Issei,” he murmurs against your lips.

“I thought you said most people call you Mattsun?”

“That I did.”

“Am I not most people, then?” You smirk and you think you’ve caught him.

“Hmm…” he starts, bringing a hand to brush up the column of your neck, grasping your jaw in his hand ever so gently, his thumb pressing to your bottom lip. “Not too sure about that yet.”

He only lasts, mesmerized, a second longer before he presses his lips to yours. He keeps his kisses short, and he keeps them sweet, and you make the third mental note of the night to search whether nicotine can be transferred through kisses because fuck, something about his smile-ridden lips have you hooked.

You loop your arms around his neck while he looms over you and snakes his free hand from your waist up your back, holding your body oh so close to his that when he nips at your bottom lip you swear your knees start to buckle. It��s innocent, the way Mattsun kisses you, like he’s hungry for nothing more than this—the two of you, on someone’s balcony, asking questions that may very well mean nothing by the next year, kisses for cushioning.

He slips his tongue past your lips, gently, teasing, and you think this is what it feels like to really kiss someone. He wonders if dying right now would really be all that bad if it means having your mouth be the last thing he tastes, your face the last thing he touches.

Until you hear the sound of someone’s “Oh” and you both turn to look where it came from. Your fingertips are still grazing the hair at the nape of Mattsun’s neck, his lips now at your jaw for you’ve turned your head to see the door. He can smell your perfume on your neck and he has to fight the urge to kiss you again.

Hajime stands at the door, eyebrows raised with one foot on the balcony and the other still inside. “Am I interrupting something?”

You pull away from Mattsun’s hands with reluctance, and he tries, hard as he might, to wear his calm demeanor again, itching to have the weight of you tugging on him.

“Nope,” you snip, missing Mattsun’s warmth a little more than you’d like to admit. “What’s up?”

“We’re…” His eyes catch Mattsun’s foot tapping away and your hands fiddling with the railing, Mattsun’s messy hair and your glistening lips. “We’re singing and doing cake now, thought you might wanna join.”

“We’ll be there in a second,” Mattsun says. Is there even a ‘we’?

The two of you stand still, anxiously, as Hajime gives a very brief goodbye—scary, even, he’s so unphased—as he walks away, leaving the door ajar for you to follow.

You turn to Mattsun, almost pleading. “You think he’s gonna say anything?”

“I don’t know, actually.” He runs a hand through his hair and lets his arms fall to his sides. “I don’t think he’d be dying to tell anyone. We should probably go in there, though. Probably the good person thing to do for their birthday.”

“Yeah,” you nod, “Probably.”

You toy with his fingers as he shifts much closer to you again, inches away without either one of you thinking about it. You reach up to his head and he bends down for you, waiting patiently for the strands mussed by your doing to be returned to their rightful place.

“Can’t be giving anyone clues just yet, hm?” you hum, one hand in his hair and the other just barely holding his chin.

Mattsun smiles when you punctuate the question with a peck to his cheek. He doesn’t quite hold your hand, and neither of you know if he even should, but he trails behind you back into the apartment regardless, back into the bustle of the crowd. His fingertips thrum with something he’s never felt. He could follow you like this all night if only you’d let him.

“Hey, Issei?” you ask, pulling him to come a little closer. It’s been less than a minute, and your head is already aching again, your eyes tired.

His ears perk up at the name, and his chest presses lightly into your back before he leans down to hear you better. “Yeah?”

You turn your head towards his without taking your eyes off the crowd in the room ahead, navigating through a place still completely unknown to you. You stop at the doorway, still hidden away from the rest of the group. “Is it really someone’s birthday?”

Issei laughs, heartily for the first time this week, and basks in the way you glow in the mellow light of the party, smiling back at him, sheepishly hitting him while defending yourself in a whisper, “What? I don’t know these people—!” He thinks this—whatever it is, having his hand nearly intertwined with yours, your shoulder blades pushing into his chest, Hajime’s subtle smile and nod of respect from across the room—sure is something.

And he thinks it seems awfully promising.

#haiykuu #haikyuu fluff #matsukawa imagines #matsukawa drabble #mattsun x reader #mattsun fluff #matsukawa issei #mattsun #matsukawa x you #matsukawa x y/n #matsukawa x reader #haikyuu x reader #issei matsukawa #issei x reader #matsukawa fluff

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hxltic · 1 year

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I’M SORRY. MASTUKAWA ISSEI

• 200 FOLLOWERS!! 😻😻😻

• Genre: smut

• Warnings: female reader, college, slight angst at first, overstimulation, rough counter sex, choking, hair pulling, degradation, daddy kink, cunnilingus, pretty long but please don’t let it scare you off lol

-I just love comfort roommate Mattsun

You slept horribly. You thank the universe your classes had mercy. Though you still called into work, unfortunately, and even more to your demise— there was a huge sale that made folding restock clothes a pain.

Slumping through the door, getting your shower in, and throwing on the first shirt you found from the laundry room was very efficient until you got into bed.

You lay there.

Comfortably uncomfortable.

You were hot, but taking the covers off wasn’t an option. You felt every fiber or hair against your body. Your feet were cold. A growling noise erupted from your stomach.

Angrily, the covers are thrown off, where you stomp your way to the kitchen while dismissing the new breeze of air brushing your skin. No jacket, in shorts, waltzing around the apartment scavenging for food. You wish the feeling of the air conditioning didn’t bother you as much as the sound did, because it printed an obvious sign of irritation on your face.

Then the fire alarm beeped.

Taking a deep breath, you begrudgingly conclude yourself unsuccessful in finding something to nibble on. When you turn around, the corner of the kitchen table seemed to stick out more than usual.

Lo and behold it hit the corner of your already cold foot. You drop to your elbows on the counter in annoyance where hold your head, tugging probably unhealthily at your eyes from stress, trying your best not to fall to the ground and cry.

You immediately removed even the thought of tears when the door sounded.

“Honey I’m home.” Mattsun closes the door behind him.

He just got back from afternoon classes with only a handful of groceries. Your roommate started the “I’m home” thing as a joke, yet it carried farther than that as time went on. You correct yourself and try to help with the groceries at least a little bit, picking up what you could find in the bags and placing them in their correct spot.

Mattsun could obviously tell something was off the second he walked in. He watched you stutter and quickly regather yourself even though it looked as if you were on the verge of tears. He would’ve asked why by now, if he didn’t know that you probably didn’t know yourself. He was right. You didn’t.

Hard days never got to you, but as the homework piled up with your micromanaging boss, it went straight to the mini notepad in your brain listing all you had to do. It was fine until you had to flip to the next page, then the ink started getting all runny. You aren’t sure what caused it; but it happened. You held the milk mindlessly in your hand.

Mattsun scooted behind you towards the refrigerator. You were in the area between the island and the main counter, causing his front to press up against you innocently, an angered grunt dropping from your lips.

“Could you not go around?” You turn to him swiftly, your palm facing upwards to emphasize your feelings.

“Didn’t really think it mattered. You calling me fat?” He opened the refrigerator door. Usually you’d laugh, but it only turned your brows farther inwards.

“Yeah, it does. Go the other fucking way.” You spat. With the roll of your eyes, you slid the milk into the already opened fridge. You stepped back so that Matsukawa could close it, hand already on the handle—but when nothing happened, you turned around to see the tall male staring at you in disbelief. He literally just got home.

“…What?”

“The hell is up with you?” He asks regularly.

“Nothing,” you shrug and brush it off, “it was just unnecessary.”

“Well it’s clearly something,” he retaliates, “I’ve been practically crucified the ten seconds I’ve been here.” He closes the door and laughs humorlessly to himself.

“Whatever. It’s nothing.”

He starts, “Really? The-“

“God-it’s nothing! It’s nothing.”

The aggressive hand motions come back, then you finally take about four different things from the second-to-last bag and put them up hastily, even in your tired state.

He observes you from the counter with every step you take and every heavy breath you let in. Like you’re fighting an entire war with yourself.

It finally clicked in his mind: he said the wrong things in the wrong moment, and it wasn’t what you needed right now. He just wished he would’ve noticed sooner.

“Hey, my bad—I’m sorry. Should’ve went around.”

His voice wasn’t careless now, but soft. You heard him but just moved on to the last bag. Before you can pull something out, he takes it and tells you that you can go lay down. Better yet, that he’d handle everything else.

“It’s fine, I can do it.” You reach again and he pulls it away. “Give it.” The quicker you are, quicker he is.

You sigh and pull back. You wanted to slap the shit out of him but he wouldn��t budge.

“Do you always have to be like this?”

He cocks his head to the side. He was curious. It could tell how you actually feel about him, the kind of things you don’t tell people to their face.

“Like what?”

“Aggravatingly annoying,” you blatantly answered.

His expression changed for a second. He refuses to get louder, only talking in a low volume, casual tone.

“That I am.”

“Why can’t you just come in and go to your room to study or something?”

“I will next time.”

“Why do you always have to be by me?”

Hm…

Accepting it and having it your way he felt was the best thing to do. He’s been called annoying before, even irritating due to his constant teasing. But hearing it from you—really the main one he talks to that isn’t Makki— hurt a bit. You saw his eyes widen for a slight half a second more before reverting to his usual apathetic face.

He knew you didn’t mean it. He knew you were overstimulated. Giving in to you and whatever you said was what you needed, not someone to fight you on things. Yeah it fucking hurt; however, you were speaking out of temporary emotion rather than logic or feelings, so if not stressing you out in this way was what he’d have to do, he’d do it.

The truth was: you really couldn’t stand being by him. Hearing him walk in while you read in your bed, then casually throw his things to the wall and flop down at your feet. Or when you would come in later and he’d be sat criss cross on the couch, a spot waiting for you right next to him. You couldn’t decipher if these were regular friendly activities or not and it swam through your mind all throughout the day.

Was it just his personality? Did it mean anything to him? Were you being dramatic? All the hugs, the studying, the dinner nights. Were those dates? Did they have the same effect on him that they had on you? Were they even on purpose?

The silence was deafening and palpable, the gaze he held intimidatingly normal. Didn’t you just yell at him? How is he so calm? You had come back to your senses, staring up at his non-changing face, ready to say something.

“I-“

“Do I need any reason more than I want to be?” He utters first delicately.

There wasn’t a hint of negative energy. It made you sad, just how much he’d do for you. You actually almost wish he would’ve gotten mad.

He’s never once yelled at you, called you out for dumb things like breaking a glass bowl, or not being taught some things around the house. You just let out an entire day’s worth of anger onto him and said something that was nowhere close to what you feel. You even used him as a placeholder for what you wish you could say to your boss. He is always so, so good to you.

He watches as your eyes suddenly get tighter and your eyebrows inch upwards. You’ve done nothing but look at him, yet the mere thought of what you said and what he’s actually done forces you to drop your head slowly and take a few steps forward into his chest. Droplets fall silently to the tiled floor.

His arms softly found their way around you.

“I’m sorry.” You mumble.

“You’re okay.”

He hugs you back, progressively getting softer with every passing minute. Not “It’s okay,” “You’re okay.” Sometime later, you pull back with a deep breath, and you send a tight lip smile to him. Then while he puts away the discarded item (that was previously fought over), you hop up on the island counter.

“Okay. I’m better now.”

“Good.” He closes the fridge. Your legs sway back and forth. You’ll try to explain what happened, even if you know it won’t justify the outbursts directed at him.

“Hey I didn’t mean it.”

“I kno-“

“No, no, wait.” You interrupt.

Dark eyebrows raise and his arms cross as he leans back against the counter in front of you to listen. He nods, telling you to go on.

“I’m so stressed. I just had a really, really bad day and put you at the end of it. I do really enjoy your company—I promise—It’s just…it’s just I don’t really-”

You think for a moment and sigh before your head drops into your palms again. It was because your mind was racing to find the words. Do you tell him? Would it count as a confession?

“I don’t even know anymore. Do you ever…um…”

“Take your time.” He sits patiently.

Damn, did you have to trip over your own words now?

“…What do the dates that you plan usually look like?”

He seemed lost in thought for a second, prior to returning towards the sight of you nervously twiddling your fingers. He noticed the emphasis on the word ‘plan,’ as if you were trying to differentiate between real dates from him and whatever the hangouts you two had were. Saving you the trouble, he’d just tell you.

“I like you.”

…huh?

The sudden confession makes your eyes almost pop out of your head. That was not the answer you were expecting, but not the answer you didn’t want.

“What?” You whisper. You did hear that correctly, right?

He goes on to elaborate with a sigh and a shrug.

“Listen, I’ve been through a million different of these confessions and I don’t want that delay with you. I like you a lot, period.”

It was a while back ago when Mattsun decided he’d focus on you alone. He cleared his phone, and (which you noticed) somewhat cleared his defiled reputation of past debauchery. Many older women have came up to him asking if he actually would pursue during his libertine phase, to which he’d respond no, so he has experienced almost every subtle confession ever made. It was like déja vu.

Wide-eyed you sit. That was a lot easier than you expected; you were worrying all for nothing. The bearing weight that had you in a hold was finally lifted.

“So all of those were-“

“Yes. I haven’t done that with anyone else and I prefer to keep it that way.”

Your heart probably jumps in your chest and your eyes light up. A wide smile inches its way onto your face, and it almost dies down when you remember what you did, but he brings it back with a light, mature smile of his own. After all this time he actually was crushing on you like you were him. You never, ever could deny the way you were eager to see him once he would return from his classes and crash the night with you.

Speaking of crash, a sudden returning wave of exhaustion brushes your body. You ignore it though. There are better things.

“Well, that’s somehow where I was going; I like you a lot too. But if I actually asked you would you say yes? I know how-”

“That depends. Does it come with a ring?”

You stop and your dimples start to show as a smile crawls onto your face, again, “Um…no?“

“Then I object.”

He uncrosses his arms and walks unhurriedly between your legs. He was so content, large hands brushing up your thigh from the knee.

“Yes, I would,” he admits delightedly whilst gingerly coming closer in the face, “the ring comes later though.” He’d whisper a breath away from your lips. You’d wondered how you could be so lucky, the confession not even falling from your sheepish mouth, and still end up with the same outcome. When his eyes go from yours to the plump of your mouth; So, so ready to feel him on you, your eyes close and anticipate him.

Nothing happens. Once your eyes open and he stands there mockingly with the trademark grin (still only hovering an inch away from your nose), if you didn’t know any better you would’ve shoved him away and hopped off the counter to your room for playing with your feelings. But Mattsun was just being Mattsun. First he laughs genuinely at how gullible you are. Then, his trail of sight goes back to your lips unashamedly once more with a dimple-showcasing smirk. He slowly pushes a falling strand of hair away, and slightly turns his head to melt into you with a hand on your cheek sweetly.

You could feel the free smile that was on his lips as he kissed you. It was cute. The kind of things you see in movies at little coffee shops riding along the street. It was unlike him, an unfamiliar feeling this was—like sunlight rather than a rainy or cloudy day. It sounds stupid, but Matsukawa is always slow moving and effective. Watching tv with your legs kicked up or tucked in a blanket as the pitter-patter of the rain decided the kismet of your day. The lambent lighting of the morning making it significantly darker than it usually is with the blinds open.

He caught you before you were too far gone by groaning happily. Throughout it, the entirety of your mind was buzzed by the way your lips gracefully slow danced against his on the counter of your shared apartment. It felt so good seeing him just utterly happy, especially with you. Warm and steady like molasses in January. His fingers eventually connected in the small of your back. You were still tired so his energy was just as lazy as your own; like when your hands floated around his neck and feathered through his hair.

He did it as if it had been years since he was kissed. Yearning for absolutely any ounce of touch from someone. He was accidentally pushing into you, needing to be closer, your arch slowly getting deeper.

The second he pulled away for necessary air, he caught the crevices of your thighs and pulled you with him. Now that the hard part was done he’d give you the full experience.

“What are you doing?”

“Relieving stress.”

He pushes a leg up and over his own shoulder. His hands are placed directly atop your abdomen to apply light pressure as he kisses away the nerves from the main fat of your body gently. Remember all that cute stuff? Yeah, it just diminished the second he decided to eat you out on the marble counter.

You’re not very sure how it led to something like this, something like him pulling your shorts and panties off together. Once there, his mouth felt great against your clit, mainly when he’d stop and suck right between. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t dreamt of this from someone before because the form of the pink muscle inside you is unmistakable. So unmistakable even, that the feeling of the slurp that makes you squirm seemingly flows through your veins to your head like blood.

When Mattsun eats you out, he does it with precision. He knows where he wants to go and how he’ll get there. Compared to others he wasn’t as messy, but maybe that comes from the fact he’d prefer his fingers working inside of you. He’d love to watch your face contort on nothing but his hand because he knows it’s a favorited body part of his. He knows you’d love it. But, he will cup his mouth over you and give the same effect nonetheless.

And you loved that about him. He was careless, not nonchalant.

He was clingy, but independent.

He had morals, just not enough to get boring like when he jumped in the ball case in the store.

He was extremely opinionated, (especially when you asked him small questions like if he liked a shirt) but he also doesn’t care enough to convince you out of something you liked.

He’s hot, but also couldn’t care less about his appearance at times.

He was a walking juxtaposition.

And usually, when you’re alone, the relaxation of your mind helps you get off faster. This was the case, and going over his traits and features was clearly working well because now only your upper back was on the counter and anything below that point was lifted with his large hands. Both legs were in his possession. Your breaths were heavy and when your waist moves on him, his shoulders follow his head. Your own head moves to each side, but he doesn’t seem to care, this was incidental when he was holding your hips close to him so your wetness spread right under his nose. He was feeding off you since there was nowhere to run.

He’d tell you to sit still a bit but he likes the challenge. He likes watching your waist go back and forth as your pussy basically cries his name, and he would print his initials in hickeys on you if that’s what it called for. Others call it sadistic, he calls it motivation.

He could literally take both hands off of you and still be upright—the only reason he didn’t was because you’d probably make yourself fall. Though he did get close, a hand coming right up through your shirt to massage your breast. You unconsciously crossed your legs behind his neck in reaction. Damn, he was good.

He groans through you, and you wish you could watch but holding yourself together was a ground-breaking job. He hit each spot perfectly with complete control of his tongue and your shoulders were starting to hurt from bearing your own body weight.

His height made this fairly difficult but nothing he couldn’t handle—having to crouch in front of a pretty girl was the last of his worries. With your thighs covering his ears and temple, he sucked away. He was honestly glad he did this now rather than later, knowing you, you probably would’ve refused clamping on his head so you wouldn’t crush him or something like that. Mattsun believed his breath regulation was pretty okay considering he almost even got into swimming, but if by slim chance he did die he believed suffocating like this was preferred.

His tongue was literally inside of you. The only thing preventing your brain from fuzzing and your head from throwing back was there would be nothing left on the counter to hold your weight.

Once your heavy breathing developed to jagged and your heavyset eyes started to close, he set you back down gracefully. He heard your pleas but held out for as long as he could. Many “Mattsun please’s“ and “Mattsun I’s” later, he would finally relieve you; He knew his girl could do it.

He spent the last portion of your orgasm fulfilling his own desires and working you from the inside. He moved positions to rest on his left elbow and lean over your face, staring into your eyes, brows upturned and a smile showing. Was it a pity smile? Maybe, but it was for sure the face of amusement as you break down beneath him.

“H-holy shit…‘Sei- s’right there,” you declared.

“Huh? What is?”

A very implying whine followed. Matsukawa scooped his arm under your head like a pillow, his left hand turning your chin to face him. He loved that face. That pretty face only dusted with fatigue and sadness but smothered in want. That same face he’ll get to see whenever he looks down. Huh. Maybe he was a little sadistic.

Your body scrunched and your knees came up in ecstasy.

“Talk to me,” he says, but you barely could keep your eyes open the way he was avoiding the spot on purpose. You wondered how he did it, already having learned your body and how you reacted so well in such a short time. You were so close already and he was gonna ruin it, even though you’d probably still find a way to cum anyway.

You tried your best to muster up something and prayed he’d take it.

“Faster,” you ordered. No response. Actually instead of doing what you said, he pulled them out, assumingely because of the sudden attitude. You immediately went to apologize. He was actively in charge of your body, after all.

You verbally groan in annoyance, to where you hear a responding muffled giggle, so you open your eyes to see what happened.

You meet a view of his smiling jawline, looking down past the counter. His hand was still beneath your chin, almost as if he was protecting you from being uncomfortable, but his teeth held his shirt up as he used whatever was left on his fingers to jerk himself off. This was the disruption in question.

He didn’t mean to basically abandon you, but undoing the jawstring and letting himself free seemed like it would benefit everyone. And he was big. You’d seen big, but he was big all the way around.

You watched in awe as his fingers left a shine of gloss behind when they reached the reddening tip from the bottom.

He threw his head back and groaned in relief, finally being reminded what it felt like to be touched with someone else’s presence.

“Sorry, couldn’t resist.”

With a look to your impatient, shocked eyes, he knew you wanted it. Needed it almost.

He pressed off the counter with his elbow but left his hand under your head. Such a gentleman. Lifting both legs up, with a hand stretched under your knees like a baby, he spoke to you.

“You want it?” He’d ask. You’d nod aggressively, to where he’d ask again. “You gotta tell me.”

“Yes, I do.” You pleaded. Of course your head rolled slightly on his hand to see his face around your legs.

“Alright. Tell me when you wanna stop. Safeword is green.”

You’d never once said a safeword during sex and you doubt you’d use it now. Plus, Issei wouldn’t hurt you.

Intentionally.

You felt him pull your legs apart and hold them where they were previously scrunched up at your breasts. Finally, he rubbed you one last time, before the tip slowly started to diminish inside of you.

It’s amazing how the body makes fluid for moments like these. It’s also amazing how wet Mattsun got you so it’d hurt ten times less.

When he stopped moving about halfway there, he hung over your body almost menacingly; his silhouette breathing deeply and whatever necklace he had on from the day dangling. Your face contorted at the intrusion and your eyes unexpectedly swelled, making you lachrymose. It definitely could’ve been worse, but fuck he was big.

The ravenette slipped his shirt off and your head slid off his hand painlessly, the overwhelming heat from everywhere flowing to his brain. He almost couldn’t take it. You were so wet but so fucking tight at the same time, he couldn’t even bring himself to keep going. He bent over to meet you with a kiss on the jaw and his hand found your own so you could squeeze it as he went on. He buried his face in your neck.

“O-okay, you can move now,” you managed.

No response.

“Issei?” You pushed his hair aside with the hand that wasn’t in his so you could see him. His eyes were closed and his breathing was seeking stabilization through his mouth.

“Fucking just- gimme a second. Please.”

You knew it was pure desire and he was trying his best not to hurt you. He would promise ‘til death that he tried to stop, to take it slow, but it was irresistible the second you giggled at his current state (that you caused) and your stomach contracted with him inside. He immediately pushed forward so that he was balls deep into the fluttering feeling.

“Matts—”

The sudden squeeze on his hand could cut off circulation and the grunt that emitted from his body over and over as he continued to do it couldn’t be missed. At this point it didn’t even hurt anymore, but the previously denied orgasm returned full force.

Mattsun, of course, would apologize later; but it wasn’t later yet. He finally lifted himself off you and gathered your legs once more so your ankles were at his ears, trying to feel more of the ribbed walls on either side. Your mouth fell open at the spot.

“Ha-hohfuck ‘m gonna cum.” You whispered.

“Mhmm? Let me feel it baby,” He leaned over again, almost testing your flexibility, running a hand along your cheek and swiping away a single tear that dropped from earlier while his forehead was against yours. Now that he knew how far you could go, he’d have a lot of fun with the positions he’d put you in.

“Fuck, fuck-!” You’d find him through your lashes so he could kiss you, the never ending thrusts seemingly reaching your belly button. He loved sucking on those pretty lips of yours.

He only let out a laugh of satisfaction as you stilled and stiffened around him, your arms roaming his back and head turning away. He continued to thrust downward, never letting up speed, causing you to writhe underneath him with every curl of his hips. He did eventually pull away and extend his arms though. It was for a nice view of your body.

His length slipping in and out as a white ring forms that’ll signify how many times he’s made you cum; your breasts through the shirt following your body back and forth; the already fucked out face you wield accompanied with a yawn—it was all so much, he almost couldn’t look anymore. In fact, he won’t.

He grabbed you and pulled you further down the marble so you could roll over, your wriggling body basically halfway there. Up you go by your hair, that flexibility coming in to play a second time while he fucked you. When you moaned at the tug, he wouldn’t be Mattsun if he didn’t tease you for it.

“Wow, who would’ve guessed. You like when I pull your hair?”

“Yes daddy,” you respond. It was almost instantaneous. You wished you could’ve said you meant to do it, but it was honestly an accident.

His thrusts slightly change, you wish you could say how. He dropped your head forcefully, took both of your wrists behind your back, and pulled you up by your throat. Your neck was strained trying to face him but you couldn’t help it, you had to listen when he was talking to you. He was amused, to say the least—especially when you stopped listening because of the way he was barely brushing that sweet nerve.

“That’s a filthy mouth of yours. Who knew you were such a slut?” He’d grin into your ear. “Mgh- since you’ve gotten so good at it, why don’t you tell daddy what you want?”

As long as you’ve known him, he’s made you say things you wouldn’t have even thought of saying prior. But right now? You couldn’t care less.

“Mmm,” you whimper, “h-harder daddy.”

You’re not sure how he unscrambled what you said with his hand restricting your throat and the other intermittent babble coming out of your mouth, but if anyone could, it was him. Mattsun was defiant and dominant, but when it came to your genuine pleasure, he’d gratify.

Teasing aside obviously.

With the slightest bend of his knees, he angled himself and thrusted farther upwards. Did you doubt he would remember where you’re g-spot was? You were choking up more than you already were and his name slipped off your tongue as if it were a veneration statement of butter. Your ass sounded throughout the apartment, the skin-on-skin contact loud enough for the neighbors to hear. The force was turning it red and Matsukawa loved it. He loved when the pussy talked back too.

In fact, you could tell, because he was gradually speeding up and his thrusts were slowly becoming sporadic.

“Oh shit-I’mmna-” You started.

“Come on it. Come on this dick so you can tell everyone you did it twice.”

“Mhmm.”

“You can tell all your little friends you’re mine and I’m yours.”

“Yes daddy…”

“Come so you find all the women I’ve ever talked to and tell them you’re the only one I want.”

With that, your eyebrows leveled out and your eyes shut while trying to process the sex drive and sweet believable words at the same time. Your body held onto Mattsun for dear life, to where he let go of your throat and held you close on the fall back down to your elbows. You were exhausted, but that grip your pussy still had on him was deadly. Deadly enough for him to slightly question whether you’d be a bad mom or not.

He obviously chose against it and sighed along your back while you came before pulling out. You turned around and crouched knowingly with whatever strength was left, then watched him jerk himself off above you. After you decided to take matters into your own hands (literally), he held himself up with his support on the counter. His head hanging over you while you stroked the other was a sight to remember.

With a final hiss, white decorated your face like a picture.

“Holy fuck,” his head faced the ceiling as he ran a hand over his face. The view he was met with when he came back down was insane, your hand curved behind his thigh and the other milking him dry of whatever was left. With a single bud of cum remaining, you licked your lips and smiled weakly.

What the hell would he do with you?

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rintaroll · 8 months

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❝ INSIDE THE LINES. ❞

— during matsukawa's time babysitting your niece, more than a couple realizations occur to you.

⊱┊pairing. matsukawa issei x gn!reader ⊱┊tags. fluff, established relationship, reader has a 6 year old niece and works at the bakery, food mention, mattsun has a sleeve tattoo :], unedited ⊱┊wc. 1.3k ⊱┊note. cleaning out my drafts hehe this was back when i had my mattsun brain rot (OH btw while writing this he works as a tattoo artist in my mind but i didnt mention it anywhere)

"issei, i'm so sorry-"

"it's fine," matsukawa waves his hand dismissively. his eyes flicker to the clock on the wall. "when are you coming home?"

"soon. i just have to frost the cupcakes and wait for the customer to pick them up." you pan your phone to the chocolate cupcakes, fresh out of the oven and still steaming hot.

"those look really good, babe." matsukawa muses.

you hear a small voice squealing from behind the camera. "i wanna see!"

your boyfriend chuckles, eyes trained on your niece, himeko, whose ears have perked up at the word 'cupcakes'. the six-year-old scrambles onto the sofa, comfortably nestling herself into matsukawa's side. her eyes widen when she finally sees the cupcakes in all their chocolatey goodness. "yummy..." she says, eyes boring into matsukawa's phone screen, unblinking and shiny.

you pan your phone back to your face. "they're not for you!" you remind her.

"i know!" himeko sighs dramatically, strands of hair falling onto her face. mattsun effortlessly brushes it back. "i have to wait for tomorrow so we can make them together."

"yes, that's right." you nod in approval.

"why can't it be tomorrow already?" she pouts. mattsun doesn't realize, but your eyes are trained on him while he stares at your niece while adorning an amused smile.

"hm," you ponder. "maybe if you sleep early tonight, then tomorrow will come earlier?" a sly grin forms on your lips.

himeko narrows her eyes at you. "that's not gonna work on me!"

you shrug. "worth a try."

matsukawa snickers at your failed attempt to trick her. "smart girl," he praises her before raising one of his hands, which is met with a high five from himeko. your niece then proceeds to stick her tongue out at you.

you shake your head, but there's a smile on your lips despite you doing so. she might as well steal your boyfriend at this point, you think to yourself.

you can almost remember the good times—when himeko was four and hiding behind your legs, while matsukawa was crouching in front of you. she was terrified, little hands gripping onto your pants. she told you he looked like a gangster, with all the tattoos covering the entirety of his right arm. "what if he kidnaps me?" she wailed once he leaves, to which you comfort her by saying that he won't. from her skeptic expression and her glassy eyes, it was safe to say that she was far from convinced.

and yet now here you are. with your boyfriend and your niece in cahoots, conspiring together to overthrow you someday.

"anyways, i was calling because she wanted me to tell you she finished her coloring book, isn't that right, hime?"

halfway through his words, himeko lets out an 'oh!' and jumps up from the couch. she picks up her coloring book off the floor, where it was surrounded by an assortment of colored pencils and markers in disarray. flipping to the last page, she proudly shows off her latest piece of work. "look!"

you gasp, genuinely admiring the effort she's put into coloring in the drawing of a fish. considering how she's just turned six, she's done a wonderful job in coloring inside the lines. "that looks so nice! did you do that all by yourself?"

"yep!" she chirps, nodding excitedly before stopping to ponder for a moment. "hm... i guess, uncle mattsun did help me color the amenomies..."

"anemones," matsukawa stage whispers.

"right, amenemones."

you and matsukawa bite back your laughs. "it looks really good, himeko," you comment, still smiling.

himeko nods absentmindedly. it becomes obvious to both you and matsukawa that her attention is not on either of you anymore. she goes out of frame as she continues to flip through her coloring book and zeroes in on her work, leaving matsukawa the only one left in view of the camera.

your eyes flit to the top of your phone screen, clicking your tongue when you read the time. "alright, i better go and start frosting. the customer will be here soon. bye, himeko! bye, baby."

matsukawa's heart flutters helplessly. he will never get tired of you calling him that. "see you," your boyfriend beams. although still engrossed by her coloring book, you hear your niece mumble a soft 'bye' right before the call ends.

pocketing his phone, matsukawa turns his focus back on himeko only to find her tiny lips curled into a frown. "something wrong, sweets?"

she looks up, with her brows all scrunched up. matsukawa feels his heart melt at the sight. "i'm out of pages. what will i color now?"

"i'll buy you another one tomorrow, okay?" he pokes her nose.

with a giggle, she scrunches her nose in effect. "okay."

an idea spontaneously strikes matsukawa. it might be one of the best ideas he's had in a while—the realization that himeko brings out his creative side more often than not quickly becomes an afterthought.

"actually, hime..."

her ears perk up, big eyes staring up at him. those big, doe eyes he has not learned how to say no to.

"i know something else you can color."

matsukawa was sure he saw himeko visibly light up when he offers his tattooed arm. he doesn't need to tell her twice. she expeditiously collects her markers off the ground—she's big enough to know that pencil colors won't be able to color in your skin!—and spreads them out on the sofa next to where both of them sit.

snuggled into his side, matsukawa has his tattooed arm around her as himeko starts to color in the tattoos from the ones on his forearm. "i'll make sure your arm looks extra pretty!" she exclaims excitedly.

"can you make it look as pretty as you are?"

himeko tilts her head to the side as she thinks of an answer. "hm... maybe. i'll try." the earnestness in her answer makes matsukawa chuckle.

as himeko continues, her inquiries about his sleeve don't stop. did it hurt? (just a little bit.) what's the meaning behind this one? (there's no meaning to that one. this one, however...) are you gonna get a tattoo of y/n? (i already did.) can i get one too? (matsukawa laughs awkwardly when he hears the last question, immediately changing the topic by asking her what her favorite color is. he doesn't want to get into trouble.)

the conversations tone down when himeko makes it halfway through matsukawa's forearm. he knows himeko turns quiet once she's focused. it's only when matsukawa feels her marker slip that he realizes that she has nodded off. making as little movement as possible, he closes the cap on the red marker that she was holding and puts it aside.

half an hour later, you tip-toe into your living room with the intention to surprise your boyfriend and your niece at heart. as you get closer, suspicions start to arise when you realize that it's awfully quiet.

wait, are they-

oh.

they are.

your heart blooms at the precious sight of matsukawa and himeko fast asleep on the couch. matsukawa's head is lolled back on the back of the sofa, his arms around himeko as she is curled up into his side. they look so comfortable and peaceful, soft snores coming out of the both of them with hideko's head rising up and down along with matsukawa's chest with every breath that he takes.

you just finished snapping a quick picture when realization sets in.

and no, it's not about how matsukawa has successfully won her over for good—that realization has set in a long time ago.

but it's realizing that you want to spend the rest of your life coming home to this sight. him dozing off on the sofa, waiting for you to come home, and maybe a child, or two, of your own curled up next to him.

vocabulary !

himeko is written like so: 姫子 in kanji. 姫 (hime) means princess, while 子 (ko) means child. mattsun's nickname for her is hime, which essentially means he calls her 'princess'.

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lilsocksiswriting · 4 months

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Paring: Issei Matsukawa X Fem!Reader

Summary: Matsukawa fingers you in a car and clues you in on his plans

Warnings: NSFW, no beta reader, Minors DNI

Tags: fingering, car sex, cheating

Word Count: 1.8K

Table of Contents

Chapter Two || Chapter Four

When you awake it is past noon, but not too late. Your mom still lays a hand flat on her chest and gasps when she sees you come downstairs,” Why oh my stars look who has come to grace us with her presence.”

“Late night studying,“ You tell her then ask, ”Do you mind if I borrow the car? The twins want to meet up for coffee .”

She frowns and you already know what that means.

“I can take ya,” Matsukawa peeks out from the kitchen.

Your mom speaks over you, “ Are you sure?”

“Oh yeah, Y/S/N is out with her friends anyway, so I don't have much going on.”

“Wonderful! Then we can swing by and pick you up later for gift shopping!”

Oh, right. Gift shopping. You had to pick up that photography book for Dad you ordered from the bookstore and still find something for your sister. You were really just trying to mentally block out all the family time you had to spend together at this point.

“Great then. I’ll go get ready.”

You rush back upstairs to get showered and get dressed. You put a little more effort into dressing up just because you get to be alone in a car with Matsukawa. You pair your favorite docs with a dark pair of pantyhose, a turtleneck, and a jeans overall dress with some embroidered flowers on it.

“Oh, you look nice,” your mom comments when you come back downstairs with your bookbag. “Are you sure that this is just coffee with twins?”

“Yes, I’m just helping them not fail trig,” you roll your eyes.

Matsukawa held his tongue about what he thought of you until you two were in the car.

“You do look really pretty today .”

“Thanks.” You say smiling shyly and playing with the strap of your seatbelt.

“But” he goes on to add, “Nothing beats that pretty sight of you last night.”

“Last night?” you giggle, “What about in the morning too? Did, you lose track of time when you were down there?”

With one hand remaining on the wheel Matsukawa puts his other hand on your exposed thigh and oh wow, look at that, his hand nearly covers your whole thigh. He gives it a firm squeeze that makes your stomach do a little flip. Swoon-worthy, panty-wetting behavior

He keeps his hand there as he turns down a street that will make it take longer to get to the coffee shop you had punched into the GPS. You don’t mind though. The twins will understand, and they’ll have questions, but they won’t be mad if you have ten or so minutes late.

He hums,” I guess you’re right. I got so lost in that perfect pussy of yours last night. I could probably spend days down there and not even realize it.”

“Oh, shut up,” you feel your cheeks grow hot and bite back a bigger smile.

“You really want me to shut up talking about how much I loved last night?”

Matsukawa’s hand creeps further up your thigh, his finger teasing the end of your dress. Your breath hitches and you look over to your sister’s boyfriend. His eyes were still on the road but there was that lazy smirk plastered across his face. A warmth bursts in your tummy and seeps down to your core.

You too return your eyes to the raid. Since Matsukawa had chosen to take the scenic route he was now driving down a long stretch of road sounded by snow-covered evergreens.

“Ok, no not really. Not when you put it like that.”

You shiver feeling Matsukawa’s thumbs stroke your thinly covered skin just under your dress.

“Good, because you’ve got me addicted, pretty girl.”

Oh god, there was that nickname again that makes you wetter. You practically squeal in excitement as his hand slips between your thighs.

“So….that your hand’s inching toward my pussy?”

In a brave move, you sink a little in your seat and spread your legs for him. Matsukawa’s eyes flick to you slumped in your seat waiting for him to touch you again, then back to the road

“Fuck pretty girl, you’re so lewd and shameless and I love it. bet you already wet huh?”

You were but you urge him, “Why don’t don’t you go and see?”

“But I got to keep my eyes on the road, pretty girl.”

You place your hand over his and ask, ”You want me to show you them?”

“Fuck, please.”

So you do. Swept up in the attention you’re getting from your older sister’s boyfriend and wanting to feel his touch again, you guide Matsukawa’s hand to your core and push his fingers firmly against it through your pantyhose and underwear. A tiny moan escapes you at the pressure. You ask yourself why you bother with underwater.

Matsukawa swallows. He can already feel his cock stirring in his pants.

“Good girl, you wanna use my hand to get off?”

You nod eagerly and begin rutting your hips against his fingers that you keep firmly pressed against you. Matsukawa carefully shifts in his seat. His dick was now fully hard and straining against his jeans

“O-oh fuck,” you breathe.

“Feels good pretty girl?”

You nod, pressings his fingers hard against your clit.

“Fuck, you are getting soaked pretty girl aren't you?”, he coos, and sure enough when he glances over there a damp spot forming over the crotch of your pantyhose.

“I-I need more though. It’s not enough,” you pout. The friction was great and wonderful, but you were so greedy when it came to him. Feeling him over your clothes wasn’t going to cut it. you needed to feel Matsukawa's bare fingers rubbing those perfect circles over your slick clit again. you want to feel his thick fingers stretch your cunt out.

“That so?” Matsukawa wants to give you more. He’ll give you whatever you want as long as you ask nicely.

And he doesn’t even have to tell you that. You began to plead, “Pleeeeease, wanna feel your fingers stuffing me like they did last night? Please make me feel cum hard again Issei.”

Said the man pulling his hand away. He lets out a Shakey breath. God, you make him so hard like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Matsukawa quickly pulls over to the shoulder of the road.

“Ok then, pull’em down for me pretty girl, he instructs and is surprised at how fast you wiggle your cute little ass out of that pantyhose and pull them down to your docs along with your underwear.

“Like this?” you ask sinking further down in your seat and spreading your legs for him.

The dark-haired man balanced and arm on the center console so he can lean over it and slide his finger along the wet lips of your pussy.

“C-cold!” you jump.

“Sorry pretty girl, give it a minute. You so hot here it’ll will warm them right up.”

Any argument that you had about his icey finger turned into a moan. Matsukawa gathers up more of your wetness between his index and middle fingers before shoving them inside you. The action has such a force behind it your whole body jolts.

“Fuuuuck,” your whine turns into a sob.

Matsukawa, that devil, doesn’t give you any kind of forewarning or warm-up before he goes straight to drilling his finger into you. The ‘schlickschlickschlick’ sound of his fingers rutting into you fills the car along with the heat of your tow’s labored breaths. You weakly grip at his wrist. It’s all so much. Eventually, all you can do is grab at anything you can and hold on for dear life. His two thick fingers going deep and the heel of his palm rubbing against your clit.

“Fuuuck , I- Issei,” you hiccup, eye wide as you stare at his glistening fingers fucking in and out of you,” It’s so much,i-ah~ please please.”

“Yea? Keep it up pretty girl. Tell me how good I’m making you feel.”

“S-so good m holy shit Issei!” you cry, eyes rolling back and head thumping against the car door.

Matsukawa groans feeling you clenching around his fingers. You thrash about like you couldn’t handle the way the orgasm he’s brought you to. he is loving it.

As you calm down heaving for breath Matsukawa slips his fingers out of you and sits back in his seat, puts the car back in drive, and goes on as if not a thing happened.

“So was that enough for ya?”

You don't trust yourself to speak just yet so you just nod and go about pulling up your pantyhose and settling back down. You soothe your hair and pull down your dress that had ridden up past your hips.

As Matsukawa, drives into town you ask,” Do you feel bad about this?”

“Do you?”

You look out the windows and play with the strap of your seatbelt again. “To be honest, nah not really.”

“Then neither do I,” he shrugs.

“But your girlfriend is my sister.”

“And I wanan to break up with my girlfriend.”

“Then why not do that ?”

Matsukawa chuckles a littel, “She’s your sister so you tell me.”

A frown sours your face. No one breaks up with Y/S/N. And because of that, you start to wonder if you two had similar devious plans. “Are you trying to get her to break up with you by using me?”

“Well I prefer to put it as benign a total sleaze bag-”

“I’m in.”

Matsukawa stops at a red light and turns his head to face you. You look back at him with a completely serious face.

“I’m tired of being treated like a child and I’m tired of being the laughing stock of this family,” you explain, “If getting caught sleeping with my older sister's hot boyfriend will change that perception, then I’m in.”

Matsukawa, smirks,”You think I’m hot?”

You settle back in your seat,” The light’s green hot stuff.”

You end up getting dropped off at the coffee shop 20 minutes late, but the twins aren’t curious as to why you’re late.

“Was that Matsukawa in the driver’s seat?” Atsumu asks upon you sitting down at the table.

“It was.”

“And the bitch is ok with him being your littel chauffeur?” Osamu asks.

You pull out your trigonometry textbook and a notebook from your bag. ”probably not.”

“She doesn't know?”

“She doesn't know a lot of things,” you open your textbook only to have it shut by the blond twin.

“What does that mean?” he demands.

You smile, not feeling at all bad for being caught so easily.

“Holy shit you gorgeous, amazing homewrecker. Oh, You have to tell us everything, we’re gonna need to have updates. Stats, “ Atsumms smiles wide,” this is the best Christmas ever. Can you imagine when your sister finds out?”

“We have to tell the group chat,” Osamu is already swiping open his phone.

You put a hand over his phone screen,” After your homework.”

The twins groan, leaving it to the theme to be so excited that their manager is sleeping around with her older sister’s boyfriend. You hope the rest of your friends will have similar reactions.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu smut #haikyuu!!#privet stacks #mattsukawa x reader #matsukawa issei #mattsun

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waveoftheocean · 1 year

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10.31.22 happy halloween!!!

(i was originally planning to draw mattsun as gomez and makki as morticia but then mattsun said no 🖤)

#matsuhana #haikyuu!!#hq!!#matsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #makki #mattsun #hanamatsu #my art #mine #MATSUKAWA ISSEI (26) FUNERAL HOME EMPLOYEE HAS NEVER LEFT MY MIIINNNDDDDDDDD #i don't actually know if he's a mortician??? but don't mind don't mind #let's pretend he definitely is so i can make this pun thx <3 #also no shade towards gomez!!!!! he is great #it's just morticia is so #😳😳😳#also i am 2/2 for halloween drawings made just for the pun #it's not a lot but it's funny that it's happened twice #tbc next year...? ;)

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sleepyxxhead · 7 months

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༉‧₊˚. flufftober 2023!!

WEEK 1: Troublemaker!Matsukawa x Goody-two-shoes!Reader

CONTENT: fem!reader, partying, underage drinking, drunk!reader, Mattsun calls reader “princess”, “doll”, “doll face”, etc.

WORD COUNT: 2.5k

CHARACTERS: Mattsun x fem!reader

NOTES: FLUFFTOBERRRRR YAYYYY!! I’m definitely not going to be posting at consistent times each week but i’m hoping to do each saturday. idk tho maybe i’ll post late probably

Matsukawa was crazy in love with you. The class president, the volleyball team manager, you were constantly consumed in extracurriculars; it seemed as if you were focused on everything except for him. Every other girl in school wanted him -- except you.

“Matsukawa-san! I got you chocolates!” Another one of his crazy fangirls squealed before scurrying away.

“Thanks,” he replied dryly, before tossing it into the pile of chocolates he had received for Valentine’s Day.

“Wow, Mattsun, that’s more than usual,” Hanamaki mused, chewing lazily on some of the sweets from the pile.

But instead of swatting his friend’s hand away, Matsukawa stayed silent - much to the former’s confusion.

“...Mattsun?” Hanamaki waved his hand in front of his friend’s face. “Earth to Matsukawa~”

“What’s this idiot up to?” Iwaizumi asked, entering the gym alongside Oikawa.

“Looks like he’s staring at president-chan~” Oikawa hummed.

“What? No I’m not,” Matsukawa grumbled, snapping out of his trance.

“Sure,” Makki teased, slapping a hand on his friend’s back.

“I’m nOT sTArinG..?” Iwaizumi mocked, rolling his eyes. “Fucking dumbass.”

“Mattsun likes Y/N-chan~!” Oikawa sang repeatedly as the four boys started stretching for practice. “Aw, look! His cheeks are turning red!”

Matsukawa sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was never going to hear the end of it.

You hated Matsukawa Issei.

He was disruptive, annoying, and very good-looking.

“‘Sup, coach?” Matsukawa draped his arm over your shoulder, using the nickname he had given you ever since you became the volleyball team’s manager. You could smell his cologne despite him being all sweaty from practice. “No chocolates for your favorite volleyball player?”

You shrank under his weight, face heating up at the touch. “It seems like you have plenty already, Matsukawa-san.”

The boy didn’t seem to like your answer, because, in an instant, he had your back against the wall outside the gym, one hand planted beside your head.

“Come on, darlin’,” he breathed into your ear. “Nothin’? Really..?”

You could feel heat shoot up into your cheeks, his bold actions yet again flustering you.

“Look at you, cheeks all red f’me,” Matsukawa rasped. “So cute.”

With a satisfied look on his face, he pulled away, casually turning around to catch up with his friends. “Later, princess,” he called at you, wearing a shit-eating grin.

You covered your crimson-red face, trying to process what had just happened. “I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!” You muttered to yourself, grabbing your backpack to walk home.

“I hate him,” was all you could mumble as you headed towards the train station, furrowing your eyebrows and balling your fists. He made you feel so…uncomfortable. Whenever you were around him your heart would pound, and your stomach would do flips, you’d get all sweaty -- the list goes on.

But the more you thought about how you hated him, the more you thought about him. His dark, curly hair; his lazy eyes; his crooked grin. Just thinking about him made your heart flutter.

You groaned in frustration, finally realizing your feelings: you had fallen in love with one of the dumbest, most annoying -- but somehow most highly sought after -- boys at your school.

You knew that he didn’t like you and he was just teasing, you knew he was going to break your heart if you confessed, you knew all of his fangirls would hate you for the rest of eternity, but you just had to go and fall in love with him. He just had to make you fall in love with him.

As your week went on, you had hoped that your little “crush” would subside, but it didn’t. In fact, it only grew stronger the more he pinned you against walls or called you flirty nicknames.

He came up to you more frequently now, draping his arms over your shoulders from behind just to see you jump at the sudden touch. Whenever a guy would approach you he’d become even more relentless, calling you more nicknames, finding more excuses to pull you close.

He was driving you insane and he knew it. Now whenever you were around him your face would turn so red it looked as if you were ready to explode. It frustrated you to no end knowing that he flustered you so easily and didn’t share the same feelings.

“Yahoo~! Manager-chaaan~!” A high-pitched voice caught your attention as you finished up some classwork at lunch.

You raised your head, looking around for the voice. To your left, you saw Oikawa and Iwaizumi walking up to you.

“Over here! Hi! Can we sit?” Oikawa asked you, sitting down before waiting for an answer. Iwaizumi stayed standing, waiting for your response.

“Yeah, sure,” you told him, turning back to your homework. “Do you need something?” you asked the boys with a sigh.

“Manager-chan~ no need to be so cold!” Oikawa whined as he snatched your homework away from you.

You looked at him, a small pout on your face. “Yes?”

“Great!” Oikawa chirped. “Do you want to come to the bonfire by the river tonight?”

“What? No,” you answered immediately. “I hate parties -- bonfires, whatever. Plus, I have work to do for the student council.”

“C’monnn Y/N-chan~! Loosen up a bit, you’re always working. You need to relax a bit, have some fun, y’know?” Oikawa whined, filing his nails.

“I just can’t Oikawa-san. You know I love hanging out with you guys but I’m not that much of a ‘party animal’ like you two,” you said, drawing air quotes with your fingers.

“President-chan! Don’t be such a party pooper,” Oikawa complained. He leaned in close, cupping his hand around his mouth. “Mattsun’ll be there~”

Your eyes widened, hoping the two boys wouldn’t notice the heat rising to your face. “W-what makes you think that’ll convince me?”

Iwaizumi chuckled, lowering his voice. “It’s pretty obvious, y’know?”

“What’s obvious?” You sat up straight, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Oh our sweet, sweet manager…” Oikawa cooed. “Her face is so red thinking about Mattsun~!”

Your hid your face with your hands.

“Come on Y/N,” Iwaizumi sighed. “You don’t have to drink or anything, just have some fun.”

The ace raised his eyebrows expectantly at you; he almost reminded you of your mother. You were a third year and had never been to a single house party, why not have some fun? You groaned, knowing you’d regret your decision later. “Okokokok, fine!”

“Yay!!” Oikawa clapped his hands together. “We’ll pick you up tonight!”

As you got ready, you couldn’t help but notice a nervous feeling rising in your stomach. It would be the first real social event you had gone to, after all. Not some student leadership meeting or team bonding experience. You had no clue what to expect; the only vague images of parties or bonfires you had were scenes of huge house parties in movies that you watched with your friends a long time ago.

Just as you were grabbing your purse, your phone buzzed, indicating that your friends were here. You checked that you had everything that you needed -- or thought you would need -- and headed out the door.

“You really got her to come,” Makki remarked, grinning at you as you climbed in the back seat next to Mattsun. Iwaizumi was driving, Oikawa in the passenger seat, and Mattsun and Makki sat in the back seat with you.

“That’s right! I told you she would~” Oikawa responded, snatching five dollars from his friend’s hand. Makki rolled his eyes, looking out the window.

The car was fairly small, causing you, Matsukawa, and Hanamaki to be squished together, shoulder-to-shoulder, in the back.

Looking out the window you caught Oikawa wiggling his eyebrows at you through the sideview mirror, to which you gave him a confused look, but you knew exactly what he meant.

“So, Coach.” Matsukawa leaned impossibly closer to you, causing warmth to rush into your face. “How did this shithead convice you to come?”

“Not nice, Mattsun!”

“I-I dunno, we’re all third-years now and I’ve never been to anything like a party before. I just wanted to experience it, I guess,” you pondered.

“That doesn’t sound like you at all Y/N-san,” Makki said with a snicker.

“Yeah, I guess I just wanted to relax for once.”

“Makes sense, you’re constantly working -- I don’t even know how you have time to manage the volleyball team,” Makki thought aloud. “Have you ever had alcohol before, Y/N?”

“Uh, no? I wasn’t planning on having any tonight either,” you answered.

“To be expected of Mrs. President-chan!” Oikawa commented. “You know, you really should try some at least!”

“Eh, maybe,” you responded sheepishly. To be quite honest, you weren’t even thinking about alcohol until Hanamaki brought it up.

As the five of you arrived, you started to feel even more nervous. Despite being outdoors, the strong smell of alcohol and smoke overtook your senses, nearly knocking you over.

“Feelin’ woozy, princess?” Matsukawa asked under his breath, bringing his hand up to your back to help balance you.

“Just don’t like the smell of alcohol is all,” you responded, grateful for his hand. You watched Iwaizumi, Oikawa, and Hanamaki walking up to some other friends, saying hi.

You saw many other teenagers, just like yourself, walking and sitting around, holding cans and bottles and cups of alcohol. You couldn’t help but feel like an outlier as you followed your four friends around, staying behind them and looking at the ground nervously.

You soon found a spot to sit down, leaving your friends to go enjoy themselves. You watched them mill around, having fun and laughing with other friends.

“Hey, what’s your name?”

Turning your head, you found a girl that looked your age. She had dark hair and a big smile across her face. Judging by the way she acted, she had clearly had a couple of drinks already. She held in her hands two cans of beer as well as her phone.

“I’m L/N Y/N, and you?” you asked politely.

“I’m Nakamura Megumi! You want one?” she asked, holding out one of the cans to you as she sat down beside you.

“Uh, sure,” you responded, taking the can. You took a small sip, almost making a face at how foul it tasted. “I go to Aoba Josai, how about you?”

“I go to Johzenji!” she said, taking a sip of her beer. “Ohmygod, do you know Oikawa Toru?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m the manager of the volleyball team actually.”

“Oh my god! He’s so hot! Is he here?” she asked you giddily.

“Yeah, he’s right over there.” You pointed to him.

“Oh my gosh, isn’t he so hot?!” she fawned, noticibly slurring her words. “I’m going to go talk to him!”

You let out a sheepish exhale, watching her run stumble towards your friend. You took another sip of the awful liquid in your hands, deciding that you would finish it, not wanting to waste anything -- even if it was so horrible.

As the evening went on, you finally finished the contents of the can, throwing it to the side as you tried to focus your vision. Your head was spinning and your face felt horribly warm. You stood up, almost losing balance as you tried to spot your friends.

“Y/N?” Matsukawa said as the four of them walked up to you, grabbing your shoulders to keep you standing. “What’s goin’ on princess?”

“‘Wanna go home…” you whined. “‘M tired.”

“Okay, let’s get you home,” Matsukawa muttered, steering you towards the direction of the car.

“How much did you have to drink?” Oikawa asked you.

“Mmmm, like…one can?” you drawled, leaning into Matsukawa.

Your friends chuckled as you all got into the car. “Of beer? Damn, Y/N I didn’t know you were such a lightweight,” Hanamaki commented.

“Hey..! Not nicee!” You grumbled in Matsukawa’s shoulder.

The rest of the carride was silent, the thrumming of the car’s engine slowly lulling you to sleep.

As Iwaizumi finally pulled into your parents’ driveway, your eyes fluttered open. “Are we home?”

“Yeah, are your parents home?” Matsukawa asked, reaching across your body to open the door.

“M-m.” You shook your head. “Business trips…”

Matsukawa sighed in relief as he awkwardly climbed over you to get out of the car. He bent down, back facing you, sticking his arms out behind him. “Get on my back princess, I’ll carry you inside.”

You slowly draped your limbs over him, resting your head on his shoulder. “You guys can go, I think I’m just going to stay with her to make sure she’s okay.”

Iwaizumi nodded as Oikawa winked at his friend through the open window. “Use protection!” Makki called out teasingly as the car backed out of the driveway.

Matsukawa used the spare key under your doormat to enter you house. “How did you know ‘bout that..?”

“You told me about it awhile ago,” he said as he carried you upstairs to your bedroom. “Take a shower, I’ll get you something to eat, yeah?”

You nodded, getting off his back. You stumbled into the bathroom with your pajamas under your arm and turned on the water.

Matsukawa walked back downstairs, grabbing two packs of instant ramen for the both of you. As he waited for the water to boil, he left a glass of water as well as an Advil on your nightstand.

The smell of ramen convinced you to take a quick shower, feeling your empty stomach grumble. Opening the door to the bathroom, you found Matsukawa sitting on your bed, watching a show on your laptop and slurping up a bowl of ramen. He nodded towards your bedside table on top of which was a glass of water, an Advil, and a steaming bowl of ramen with some chopsticks. You almost drooled looking at the ramen.

“Have some water and ramen, then you should take the Advil,” Matsukawa instructed as you climbed under the covers next to him, grabbing the bowl of ramen and chopsticks.

“Watcha watching?” you asked him, looking at the screen.

“Spirited Away,” Matsukawa chuckled.

You gasped. “I love that movie!”

“I know, princess. Eat up.”

Once you finished your bowl and took the Advil, you snuggled up into Matsukawa trying to focus on the movie.

“Tired…” you told him, rubbing your eyes.

“Alright, doll,” he said, shutting the laptop and putting it to the side.

You wrapped you arms around his neck, hiding your face in it.

“I like you,” you whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. “But don’t tell anyone though, ‘t’s a secret…”

“I like you too princess.” Matsukawa wrapped his arms around you, rubbing his hand soothingly up and down your back. “Go to sleep now.”

NOTES: AHFDSLAKJF flufftober is here!! anyways matsukawa is more flirty/bold than a troublemaker BUT THAt’S OK. this is the longest work i have posted here 💀

anyways i’ve been trying to get my 2 REQUESTS done AND IM SO SORRY ITS TAKING SO LONG but i’m having writer’s block rn idk and i know that’s like a really shitty excuse but i just can’t write LFDMSAFD please be patient as i try to write those 👍

have a nice day cutie <33

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sugawarassoulmate · 2 years

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when you come back, i'll be waiting

you had every right to dump him—matsukawa was directionless and never took anything seriously. you were insufferably type a, an overachiever always thinking about the future. you kept nagging him about taking his studies more seriously, getting internships that could boost his resume, and dumping his loser friends. matsukawa never took your advice. he’d calm you down with his sweet words and gentle touches until you stopped annoying him. he knows you were in the right, but he was selfish at heart and wouldn’t let you go so easily.

pairing: ex boyfriend!matsukawa issei x reader

words: 2.7k

cw: fem!reader, breakups, toxic relationships, unprotected sex, breakup sex, dubcon, manipulation, minors dni

you can read more about ex bf!mattsun here!

disclaimer: on this blog, we discuss and explore toxic relationships/situations/ just because i write about these themes does not mean i condone/support these types of relationships nor do i do them in my own personal life.

these are fictional characters in fictional scenarios and nobody should be taking real-life advice or mirror the actions of the characters in these stories!

“You’re actually being serious right now?” he stared down at you, his usual bored expression replaced with one of mild disbelief. He wasn’t expecting you to say that when you had invited him over.

The two of you had been arguing a lot lately—well, the past few months if he was being honest with himself. Matsukawa wouldn’t be surprised if the thought of breaking up crossed your mind a few times. Of course, he would always be there to fuck those scary ideas out of your head with his fat cock.

But this time, you’re being firm with him. “I mean it, Sei. I just don’t see a future in this relationship. You can see it too, all we do is just scream at each other.”

He figures he should be heartbroken, upset by what you’re telling him. But Matsukawa’s entranced by how pretty you look right now. Did you mean to wear those shorts tonight? Were you aware of how frustratingly gorgeous you look?

You had every right to dump him—Matsukawa was directionless and never took anything seriously. You were insufferably Type A, an overachiever always thinking about the future. You kept nagging him about taking his studies more seriously, getting internships that could boost his resume, and dumping his loser friends.

Matsukawa never took your advice. He’d calm you down with his sweet words and gentle touches until you stopped annoying him. He knows you were in the right, but he was selfish at heart and wouldn’t let you go so easily.

In the midst of your ranting, Matsukawa reaches out to cup your face in his hands, staring at you with those dark eyes of his that never fail to make you swoon. “You don’t really mean that, babe.” He presses himself against you, making sure you feel tiny compared to his much larger frame.

When he feels you lean into his touch, he knows he’s already won. Even if you roll your eyes. “This is exactly what I mean, Sei. You never listen to me.”

“Of course, I listen to you,” it’s not a total lie. Matsukawa listens to you plenty—especially when he has you spread out on his bed, begging him to pump you full of his cum. “You’re just upset, lemme make it up to you.

He watches you squirm in his hold, but you never push him away. You’re getting frustrated, the body wants one thing but the brain wants something else. You’ll see that he’s right, even if you’re a bit stubborn. At least that’s something the both of you have in common.

“I know that look, Issei. You can’t fuck your way out of every argument.” You snap, pointing out the smug look in his eyes. But the strong front you’ve been trying to put up is easily broken when Matsukawa’s fingers slip past your shorts and brush against your panties.

He easily finds the small wet spot already soaking through the fabric. Not once did you try to push him away when he pushes one of his fingers, and then two, between your folds. You mumble a weak “stop” but you’re pulling him toward your body, whining into his chest.

But you don’t want him to stop, in fact, you say quite the opposite when he’s drilling his thick cock in your greedy cunt. “Don’t stop, Sei! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.” When he has you in a haze, spread out on his bed and filled to the brim with cum, Matsukawa grabs you by the face to lean in for a kiss.

“Oh, honey, are you too dumb to speak?” he coos, kissing along your jawline and down your chest before taking one of your nipples into his mouth.

“Last time, Sei,” is all you can muster, whining when he bites down at the sensitive bud.

Of course, it wasn’t the last time.

It wasn’t the last time when you came back to get your stuff, packing all of them in a few boxes and loading up your car. You told Matsukawa he didn’t have to help, but who were you kidding? There was no way he’d let you lug all of that on your own. Plus, you got to see him get sweaty in his tank top, arms flexing under the weight of the items he was carrying.

All you had left was some clothes in his closet, but when the two of you got into the bedroom it was a blur. Suddenly, he had you bouncing in his lap, eyes rolled into the back of your head with an earth-shattering orgasm.

Once he pumped his cum into you, you told him that the two of you had to stop doing this. He shuts you up with a roll of his hips.

That certainly wasn’t the last time after you called him weeks later at three in the morning, drunk and missing him. He acted so cocky as if he wasn’t checking his Instagram every five minutes praying that you looked at his story.

You were on him the second Matsukawa closed the door, not even making it to the bedroom for the first round as he fucked you right there on your living room floor. It happened again in your bed and once more in the shower when you woke up. Each time you’d remind him that the two of you were over.

Just a few days after that, the two of you spotted each other at a bar, your friends gave Matsukawa the stink eyes as they tried to lead you away from him as if the two of you could keep away from each other long enough.

As soon as you were alone, he pulled you into the bathroom and had you sitting pretty on his cock, ruining the makeup you must have worked so hard on. Who were you getting dressed so nicely like that if not for him? Wearing that sinful minidress he always loved to rip off. You were doing it on purpose.

“Tell them you went home early,” he growled in your ear, unlocking your phone so you could send a text. He feels you tighten around him while you tap away, gasping each time he snaps his hips.

This couldn’t be the last time.

Not when you’re crying about how much you love him with every stroke, tears flooding your eyes when he kisses you. Matsukawa knows this is toxic - for both of you.

There was no way you two could get back together, not when you bring out the worst in each other. Slowly, Matsukawa learns that too. He doesn’t like the person he becomes when he’s with you but he’d rather let continue than lose you.

What he doesn’t notice is that each time it gets worse. It started with picking up your things from his place and now he’s unable to view your story on social media and your friends refuse to tell him where you are. But none of that matters, you’re going to come crawling back. You need him just as much as he needs you.

So he’s not surprised when he gets a phone call from you asking him to pick up his stuff from your place. “It’s been months…” you said. He had been avoiding it but since you hadn’t brought it up before, Matsukawa thought it wasn’t that big of an issue.

The entire time he was there, grabbing his things and putting them in the trunk of his car - similar to what you had done a few months back - you had been cold to him. Offering to help only out of courtesy with no warmth in your voice. The lingering touches on his shoulder aren’t there anymore and neither is the soft smile you used to give him.

“Is that the last of it?” you asked, standing in the doorway as Matsukawa shuts the trunk closed. He nods and you awkwardly play with your thumbs. “Do you wanna get a drink before you go?”

Definitely not the last time.

Matsukawa sneaks behind you while you’re at the counter, hands at your waist and lips already on the sensitive skin. However, instead of leaning into his touch like you always do, Matsukawa feels you tense up and shrug him off.

That catches him off guard, you’ve never turned him down so outright before. You were just as insatiable as he was, always itching to get your hands on him when you could. But you’ve been so standoffish since he walked in the door.

You ignore him, going back to making his drink and placing it on the table for him, completely disregarding the stunned look on his face. “Thanks so much for getting everything,” you mumbled. “Sorry if it was too much.”

But Matsukawa doesn’t give a shit about how tired he is from lifting boxes. He never expected rejection to sting so much—he never expected to be rejected by you. “What’s your damage? You’ve been acting like an ice queen all day.” He says bluntly. Subtlety has never been his strong suit.

The sternness of his voice catches you off guard, Matsukawa’s never been one to snap at you before. “Nothing’s wrong, Sei! I just figured you wouldn’t want to be here all day…”

“Why? I like spending time with you, baby,” he reaches for you again, but just like before you don’t reciprocate. “That right there. What the fuck is up with you?”

“Sei, we haven’t been spending time together, we’ve been fucking.” you sigh, crossing your arms as if you’re lecturing a child. “I haven’t been keeping my word, but we really can’t keep doing this. It’s not healthy for either of us. You taking your stuff out of here makes it so we don’t have another excuse to keep seeing each other. We’re over.”

It doesn’t register in Matsukawa’s head at first but the seriousness on your face tells him there’s conviction behind your words. He starts thinking about his life without you and then something worse, someone else having you.

“You wanna fuck someone else?” he questions, taking notice of how your eyes slightly widen. “Are you fucking someone else?”

As you said, it had been months since your “breakup” and the only times Matsukawa saw you were on the other end of his cock, crying from ecstasy. If you had been seeing anyone other than him, there’s no way he would know. Surely none of your friends would tell him.

“Are you?” he presses.

“There’s no one!” but you’re a terrible liar and both of you know it and you crack under the pressure of Matsukawa’s dark eyes staring into your soul. “Shit—okay there’s one guy, but we’re just talking! Nothing’s happening.”

“Who is it?”

He crowds you until you’re backed up against the counter, but you’re not cowering from him. Your hands gently touch his shoulders, trying to ease the tension. “Sei, that’s not any of your business.”

Wrong answer, he thinks, pressing his body against you. “Stop pushing me away,” he breathes lips touching the shell of your ear.

“We’re not right for each other, Issei,” you bite your lip, he can tell you’re so close to giving in. Give him the chance and he’ll fuck you right here in your kitchen. You’d look so pretty with his massive hand wrapped around your throat, making your brain all fuzzy. Matsukawa swears he falls more in love with you each time he stuffs you full of his cock.

He loves the precious doe eyes you give him when he makes you cum three times in a row and you can’t think. Who cares if you aren’t right for each other? Matsukawa wants you, he needs you.

But you’re ducking out of his grasp once more and he knows your mind has been made up. “I’m sorry, Sei.”

Matsukawa scoffs, brushing past you as he heads for the door. “Think I can’t find someone else to fuck? Don’t flatter yourself, honey.” He slams the door shut behind him without taking a second glance at you. He could very well find someone else. Girls have been hitting up his DMs since word got out about the breakup. He entertained the idea of someone else before, but what was the point when you were always so willing?

Not anymore.

It’s a few weeks later when Matsukawa is on a voice call with Hanamaki that you come up in conversation. “Have you seen y/n’s new boyfriend?” His friend asks, chuckling as if it’s all one big joke. Matsukawa would be lying if hearing that you were with someone didn’t sting a little, but he figures it’s been enough time already.

You did say you were talking with a guy the last time he spoke to you. He had been avoiding you on campus whenever he could and completely ignored you if the two of you ended up at the same bar or party, though it wasn’t as if you were too keen on speaking to him either.

“Didn’t know she had one,” he says finally, trying to focus on the game he and Hanamaki were trying to play.

“I forgot you had her blocked. Here, I’ll send you a screenshot,” Makki says. “He looks like a total dweeb, bro.”

Matsukawa’s phone buzzes a few seconds later with Hanamaki’s name across the screen.

from: makki roll 🍣: Attachment: [+1 image]

It’s a screenshot of your most recent Instagram post—a mirror selfie where most of your face is obstructed by your phone, but he can tell that you’re smiling. Your “boyfriend” is behind you, arms wrapped around your waist and lips pressed to your cheek.

think i’m gonna keep this one 😚

Makki’s right, the guy looks like a total loser. He can only see part of his face because of the position the two of you are in, but you could do so much better. You’re a total knockout, a ten out of ten. Why on Earth would you downgrade?

But Matsukawa looks at the cute smile on your face, it’s a sweet, genuine one. It reminds him of when you two first started dating. How hopeful you were to make the relationship work. He’s talked to other girls since that night at your place. He’s fucked a few of them too, but nothing meaningful.

“Guess her type is ugly guys,” Makki laughs and Matsukawa has to let out a snort even if the joke is at his expense too. “How much you wanna bet she’ll answer if you text her right now?”

“I deleted her number months ago,”

“As if you don’t have it memorized, you simp.” Matsukawa hates that he’s right. Without another word, he opens his messages app and types in your number.

to: y/n: hey it’s issei…just wanted to know if we could talk sometimes. i just need to get some closure for my sake. no worries if u don’t want to

He spends an obnoxious amount of time wondering if it’s too much but Hanamaki’s yelling at him to send it and he caves to peer pressure, chucking his phone on his bed the second it goes through. “She’s not gonna respond…” Matsukawa ignores it for the next couple of hours, continuing to chat with Makki as they play their game but eventually they both log off and he lays back in his bed.

Matsukawa reaches for his long-forgotten phone and almost drops it on his face when he sees your name.

from: y/n: i think that’s fair. let me know what works best for you?

You actually fucking answered, holy shit. Matsukawa did want some closure but he was expecting you to tell him to fuck off or not even respond. That means you haven’t blocked his number.

And then that voice in the back of his head that he thought he had gotten rid of creeps back. You have a new boyfriend now? What does that matter to him? Matsukawa doesn’t have any loyalty to that loser. He quickly taps a response, letting him know the two of you could chat at his place sometime this week. He knows you’ll say yes.

This definitely isn’t over.

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