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·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ex-husband!Matsukawa Issei x f!reader ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

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>contents: angst w/ a happy ending, reader on a date with an unnamed oc, alcohol mentions (minor), mattsun being a lil cocky and a lil toxic and a lot possessive, (barely there) hanamaki cameo, brief slut-shaming(ish) moment from reader’s date, fingering (f!receiving), talks of masturbation, squirting, creampie, (minor) breeding kink, multiple orgasms, (minor) overstimulation

there were few things in this life that truly, unequivocally irritated you: traffic, gross coffee, and your ex-husband were a few of the major ones that came to mind. it’d been 8 months since you officially became a “ms.“ again and not “mrs. matsukawa,” and yet the man you’d said your vows to still managed to irk your every nerve. sending you silly memes, calling to talk about his day, offhand flirty comments in your ear like you were still together. it was all so damn maddening.

it was funny, actually, how much he continued to bother you when he was the one who wanted the divorce in the first place. it devastated you, shattered you, when it happened. no one expects for their husband to come home, sit them down and tell them, “this isn’t working anymore.” you didn’t understand at first, how he could say such a thing, when everything felt perfectly fine. but he “wasn’t truly ready” for this and he was “sorry, so sorry for hurting you.” you asked if it was a cover story- if he’d really just been cheating on you and couldn’t bring himself to tell you about his mistress, but he denied the allegations through and through. it almost made it worse, then, that it wasn’t a matter of him falling for another, but just him simply not wanting to be your husband anymore. it ruined you for months, cost you sleep and so many “sick days” from work that you’d almost lost your job. but after a while, you knew you had no choice other than to accept it, move on, get yourself back together again.

moving on is what you’re trying to do right now, actually. seated in a booth at a low lit restaurant, you laugh as the man in front of you tells some story about an outraged lunatic of a client he recently had to deal with at his job. he’s pleasant- easy on the eyes, very sweet, and a real gentleman. it’s your first date with him, your fourth since the divorce, and it was going well so far. it’d been a long time since you were on the scene, only having been married to issei for just over a year, but the two of you had dated for almost 3 before he proposed. it was difficult at first, to dip your toes back into the proverbial dating pool, but you were handling it nicely. the first few men that you’d gone out with ended up not working out, obviously- all for different reasons- but this one wasn’t too bad.

he’s pouring more sake into your glass when you see something familiar out of the corner of your eye, something that makes your heart want to choose between stopping or beating straight out of your chest. you try to calm yourself, tell your brain to stop playing tricks on you and that you’re just seeing things, but then you realize that you aren’t, that you can’t lie to yourself. there’s a mess of black hair on a tall figure, one with their back towards you only briefly before they turn around and you see a face you hadn’t quite expected to see today, let alone here in the restaurant your date chose.

it’s issei, it’s your ex-husband, it’s the man who tore your poor little heart into pieces, right in front of your eyes. you’ve never been terribly religious but you are right now, silent prayers sent up that he hadn’t noticed you- hadn’t noticed that you’re here on a date.

it’d been a few weeks since you’d seen him, when he called about some mail of yours that got sent to his home- your last address. he was as vexing as he usually was, telling you that if you’d wanted it, you’d better come get it soon before it ended up in the trash, so of course you’d hopped into your car later that evening after work. it was a dirty trick, you’d realized in retrospect. issei was an ass but he wasn’t so terrible that he’d throw your stuff away. however, he was so terrible that he’d convince you to hurry to his home under a guise so that he could (attempt to) entice you in with talks of a new bottle of sake. he was shameless, well and truly shameless, but you were unmoved, denying his offer with thanks for it, for keeping your mail out of the trash as you collected the envelopes and walked right back out.

you’re trying your best- to not alarm your date, to not draw issei’s attention, to not have a goddamn brain aneurysm. your date is asking you about your own line of work and you begin to explain, a welcome distraction from the situation at hand. you spare a glance in the direction that your ex-husband was seated- not alone but with his pink-headed best friend, another man you’ve known for too many years, and you find yourself having to look immediately in the opposite direction. issei’s looking at you, they both are, albeit with different expressions on their familiar faces. hanamaki’s is a little stunned, it seems that your look in their direction confirmed to him that it is you, but the other… the man you used to be married to has a head tilted in curiosity, eyes narrowed and a smirk on his lips that you hate to see right now. fuck. fuckfuckfuck.

you give your date a small smile, excusing yourself to the restroom as you grab your purse, willing yourself to walk as normally as you can even though you want to bolt. you’re relieved to be alone in the space, fingers gripping the edge of the sink as you stare into your own eyes. “this can’t be fucking happening..” you say to yourself, but you know that’s a falsehood to keep calm. you take a moment to breathe in deep, wet a paper towel with some cool water to dab on your neck and chest.

it’d been a few minutes and you don’t want the man you’re seated with to be concerned, so you do your best to get it together quickly and make your way back out to the dining area. only you can’t do that, because as you leave the bathroom, your exit is blocked by the lanky nuisance you call your ex-husband. you’re frozen, stopped dead in your tracks at the unexpected roadblock of a man. neither of you speak, your eyes set on his face as his own roam your figure, and you almost regret wearing a dress so formfitting, so low-cut.

“hey, babe,” issei finally says, a picture of smugness and it has your eyes rolling, moving to brush past him but no, no, he won’t let you.

“i am absolutely not doing this with you right now. what are you even doing here? what do you want?” you ask, exasperation evident in your tone.

“what, i can’t even say hi now? see you’re on a date- quite the looker, too. not as much as me, though, that’s for sure.” you’re in disbelief- real, unbridled disbelief at the man before you. there’s just no way he’s serious right now! first, he rudely blocks your path, but now he’s taken to belittling your innocent date?

“you are something else, issei,” you snort, shaking your head, “you do remember that you’re the one who wanted me to sign those papers, right? not the other way around. now if you’ll excuse me, i have a date to get back to. and don’t- don’t do anything stupid.” you slip away before he can say anything else, relaxing your face so as to not raise any questions as you sit back in your seat. you apologize for the delay, reaching for the menu and asking your date what kind of meal he plans on ordering.

an uneventful bit of time passes and you’re fine again, sharing more sake and offering food from each other’s plates to try. you almost forget about the intrusion from a little while ago, keyword there being almost. every now and then you can see issei in your peripheral vision, and damn near every time, his eyes are on you. it’s hard to ignore but you’re doing it, until the last time you look and he’s much, much closer. your eyes widen and you’re subtly shaking your head at the man, but it’s too late, his mind is made up and he approaches your table with a wink that only you can see.

“oh, hey! it’s crazy seeing you here,” issei starts, and the way your name falls from his lips is far too familiar, far too cordial for your taste. “another date already? thought we’d had a good time the other night, i know i did. i mean, we practically broke my bed frame. hey pal, just a warning but this one gets crazy in bed- a real nasty girl, i’m tellin’ ya.” your date looks absolutely appalled, scandalized even, but issei..issei is fucking beaming. there’s revulsion in your date’s eyes and you’re not sure who it’s directed to, you or the bastard that intruded so tactlessly- so offensively. it’s probably both, you think- probably disgust at his learning of your supposed promiscuity, and at issei’s attempt to give him “pointers” about things you like in the bedroom. he gives you no chance to explain, muttering to himself that he should’ve known you were a slut and he’s rising from his chair despite your pleas, your denial of issei’s words. you sadly watch him walk out of the door, and that’s it. he’s gone.

you resign yourself to a literal facepalm, tossing your cloth napkin onto the table as you stare at issei in contempt. “you have some fucking nerve. are you happy now? that i’m alone? is that what you wanted?” you don’t even give him the time to formulate a response before you’re pulling money from your wallet and placing it on the table. you’re not even sure how much the bill is, but you leave more than enough in your haste to remove yourself from this situation. you sling your purse and jacket over your arm and stomp your way out of the restaurant, trying hard to avoid the gaze of nosy onlookers as a few salted streaks leave your eyes. you stand outside, plans gone horribly awry, and your despair grows as you can’t even remember where the hell you parked your car. you realize, when you hear the sound of footsteps approaching, that you’re not alone in the chilled evening air. there’s no second thought as you whip around, black of your eyeliner smudged and wrath in your wide eyes, to see your ex-husband.

“was divorcing me not enough? was leaving me, when i wanted nothing but to be with you, to-to make it work, not fucking enough? i mean, fuck, what is this really about? if you don’t want me then no one should? it feels like you’re punishing me when i did nothing to you- nothing to deserve this. all i ever did, issei, was love you, support you, show you my devotion- and this is the thanks that i get? a divorce i didn’t want and loneliness.” you laugh sardonically, and issei sighs with a shake of his head as he steps towards you. you don’t step away, don’t retract yourself from him, acceptance of what feels like defeat unmissable in your sagged shoulders.

“i didn’t know that i’d see you here tonight- didn’t know i’d see you out with somebody else. i..cant describe the feeling i’d gotten in my stomach when i saw you with him, laughing with him like you used to laugh with me, smiling at him like you used to smile at me. nausea, i guess. jealousy- no, envy, if you really want me to be honest. i envied that man in a way i’ve never felt before.” you look up at him with red-rimmed eyes, taciturn and short-tempered as you are, but you allow him to continue. out of curiosity or something else- something deeper, you don’t know.

“the divorce- the biggest mistake i’ve ever made, was never about me not wanting you. this, tonight? this was never about me not wanting you. did i go about it the wrong way? yeah, yeah i did and i’m not proud of it. that was cruel, and i’m sorry, but i’ve been trying. maybe not hard enough, maybe not in the right ways, but, shit, i’ve been trying, baby. i’ve tried with the phone calls, i’ve tried to get you to come over and stay- just for a minute, just so i can tell you how bad i know that i fucked up. you were-you are the greatest thing that ever happened to me and i was too selfish and immature- thought that if i let you go, i wouldn’t be holding you back. but i can’t pretend anymore, i can’t lie to myself and say that i don’t want you back every fucking day that i wake up. being married to you was the best time of my life by a long shot. seeing a face this beautiful everyday, getting to laugh with you, eating every meal with you, pulling you in close when you’d steal the blankets ‘cause you were cold- you were always so cold at night- i miss it all. i miss you whenever i do anything ‘cause you were always there. you’re always a part of me, even when you’re apart from me. and i don’t want you to be apart from me anymore.”

your eyes feel heavy, almost as heavy as your heart, and you swallow thickly. his own eyes look sincere- a plea in the darkness that crushes you under its weight. there’s two parts of you- one pushing, one pulling. one that wants to leave him standing here, leave him in the emptying street just like he left you. but the other part- the stronger part, the one that loves him so intensely, that made him hot tea and soup when he was sick, that ugly-cried at his vows on your wedding day, that part wants you to stay. you stare at him for a long moment, battle between love and loathing waging inside of you.

“you’re…an idiot. you know that, right?”

issei doesn’t know whether to frown or to jump for joy. you are insulting him, sure, but you’re also still actually speaking to him. he considers it a good thing. he scratches the back of his neck, nervous huffs of laughter escaping through his nose.

“yeah, i know, babe. i’m an idiot who needs you, though.” you roll your eyes, a fond smile on your face. issei’s stepping closer to you, his large hands gentle as they wrap around your waist. it’s a strange feeling, to be held by him like this. it’s one you’d felt so many times over the years and then very suddenly not at all, not until now. you miss it.

your eyes are wide, full of hope when issei leans down, lips so close to yours. “come home,” he says softly, “need you home, need you with me.” he doesn’t give you time to answer, though, because his lips are fully on yours. he kisses you so lovingly, so longingly that it steals your breath right from your lungs. one of his hands comes up to cup the side of your face and he tilts your head just how he wants you, tongue unfaltering as it prods its way between your lips. he soaks up the way you sigh into the kiss, the way your hands find shelter on his biceps, the way you’re still as teasing as you were before- teeth catching his lip as you giggle.

you pull away from the kiss first, cheek warm against issei’s palm and you blink up at him. “take me home, ‘sei.” he grins, something triumphant in his eyes as he picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder, your laughter and shouts of protest being ignored by the tall man.

it’s only a short minute before you’re in issei’s car, on your way back to issei’s home. the ride isn’t long either, but it is full of tension. issei drives with one hand on your thigh the whole time, and when he has to stop, he’s leaning over to catch your lips again. you think this is what deja vu must feel like, because it just feels so familiar to be here- in issei’s car with his fingers splayed out on your thigh, in the driveway of a place you called home for so long. he smiles at you after he puts the car in park and takes the keys from the ignition, quickly exiting so he can open your door and usher you inside the house.

there’s a hand on your lower back as you enter the house, and the nostalgia of it all hits you harder. so many times had you come home like this after a night out, issei’s greedy hands touching you anywhere he felt like touching. those nights often ended with him between your thighs, or behind you, or- you have to blink the thought away as you feel your cheeks flushing, feel issei’s gaze on you. he sinks down to his knee, dark eyes still on yours and you gasp when he takes a hold of your calf. his fingers are reverential, worshipping as they glide across your skin to wrap around your ankle. he pulls your heel off, kisses your calf, and repeats the process on the other side. when he rises back to full height, he leaves a fleeting kiss on your lips and takes your hand, guiding you to the kitchen.

there you were, glass full of sake in hand as you sit on the counter. issei isn’t far, leaned back against the counter just to the left of you, smile on his face as he rambles tipsily. you have to admit, you’re only half paying attention, more stuck on the way that he licks his lips, the way that he cuts his eye to look over at you when he thinks you don’t notice. you sip your drink, mischievous glare behind the glass as your free hand creeps to meet his on the counter. he’s startled out of his rambling, looking down to see your hand on his, and when he looks back up at you, all he can do is grin. he sits his own glass down before stepping in front of you, hands caging you in on either side of your hips. he’s so obvious, so extraordinarily lacking in subtlety, with how his eyes linger on your plump pout, on the oh-so-perfect way your tits threaten to spill out of your dress. he ogles for a moment before he locks eyes with you again, and god, he can’t believe he let someone as beautiful as you go for even a second. the way you stare at him- so enamored and forgiving and lustful, he truly thinks it could drive a man crazy.

“‘m never lettin’ you go again, baby, never gonna fuck up that bad again,” he murmurs against your lips. your eyes slip shut and his nose nudges yours when he leans in all the way, lips gliding over each others in a kiss laden with desperation and yearning. his hands move to your hips and yours are on his shoulders, the two of you in something like a competition to see who can pull the other closer. your lips are so sweet to him, your tongue much like a lollipop that he wants to suck on all day. you’ve always tasted good, every little part of you, and issei’s been without his fill for too long now. the little sighs and soft whimpers that leave your lips are icing on the metaphorical cake that is kissing you.

“lemme make it up to you, baby,” he groans in between exchanges of saliva, “can i show you how sorry i am, hm? show you how much i missed you?”

you nod, unwilling to remove your lips from issei’s when he bites at your lip like that and it’s okay because he doesn’t need you to. his hands leave your hips in favor of sliding down your thighs, stopping when he reaches the hem of your dress. you’re a smart girl, don’t even need him to tell you to plant your hands on the counter and lift your ass and thighs up a bit so he can shove your dress up and your pretty little thong down.

the kitchen counter is cool against the skin of your thighs, a stark contrast to how warm issei’s palms are as they spread your legs apart. he separates from your mouth with a smack, gossamer strings of one another’s spit keeping you connected, and rests his forehead on yours. his fingers finally find treasure between your legs, fingertips already sticky as they sweep up and down your slit. you suck in a sharp breath, eyes not leaving his while he toys with your cunt.

“this pretty pussy still gets so wet for me. did you ever think about me? when you were with those other guys? did you get wet like this for them?” he gives you no warning as he plunges his middle and index fingers inside you, eyes squeezing closed in a long blink while your jaw falls open. he sets an unwavering pace, hand on your thigh coming up to cup your chin. his stare feels like an interrogation, so confident in his ability to pick you apart in every way possible. he’d know if you lied, could see it in your eyes and feel it with the pads of his fingers buried in your oozing cunt.

“i, f-fuck, i didn’t fuck a-anyone else, ‘sei,” you whimper, “only wanted you- only get this wet f-for you.” issei groans at your words, grip on your chin so tight as he forces you into another searing kiss. his fingers don’t slow their pace, thumb coming up to press down on your clit as his tongue rolls across yours- over your teeth and lips.

“that’s my girl. i didn’t either, baby, couldn’t even think about it. just kept fucking my fist to the thought of you, how pretty you look suckin’ me off or cummin’ on my cock.” the needy moan you let out has issei straining in his pants, and shit, is he wrecked for you already. he’s obsessed- with you and the pretty faces you make, with the way you whine his name, with how you clench and throb and gush around his fingers. he’s utterly intoxicated by every little thing that you have to offer, and he drinks it up greedily.

issei knows practically everything about you, so it’s no surprise that he remembers exactly how to find it- that cushiony little place inside you that makes you cry out when he presses against it. he’s so cruel, so abusive to your g-spot, pushing his fingers deep inside you to hit that button over and over again. he knows when you’re close, too, knows how you leak and flutter around whatever he’s got inside of you.

“‘sei, please,” you whine, voice hoarse and shaky with need. your fingernails are digging into his shoulders as he looks up from where his hand disappears inside of you to meet your eye. he steals another quick and sloppy kiss from you, hammering his fingers inside of you so hard that you can’t help your gasping moans.

“please what? you wanna cum, angel? do it then, cum all over my hand- cum for me.” he brings his free hand up to snake into your hair, gripping tight at the roots in an effort to keep your mouth from leaving his. it didn’t take long for you to fall apart, thighs spasming around his wrist and pussy spasming around his fingers as you brokenly sob his name against his lips. your chest heaves, cunt still squelching and squishing as issei slows his digits to a stop while you come down from your high.

it’s issei’s turn to moan contentedly as he slides his sticky fingers into his mouth, sucking and licking every last bit of you that coats the skin. he gives you a smile when he’s finished with his meal, and you taste yourself on his lips and tongue when he slots your mouths together again.

“gonna fuck you right here, baby, right in the kitchen like we used to,” he drawls, watching as your hands move to undo his belt and fly, “couldn’t eat in here while you were gone without thinking about how many times i’d stuffed you full right on the table.” you look up from your task to grin at him, shaking your head as you finally get the zip down.

“yeah, i couldn’t make breakfast without you waking up just to bend me over,” you snort, shoving his slacks and boxers down. his cock springs free and fuck, he’s so hard. he’s long, a little girthy with a curve to the left and the tip is blushing, leaking precum as it comes to slap against his stomach.

“shouldn’t’ve been lookin’ so goddamn good every time- bein’ a sweet little wife and cooking for me, how could i not just give you my cock?” his laughing tone is cut off with a hiss, eyes falling from yours to where your hand is wrapped around him between you. your grip is so warm on his already hot skin but he couldn’t care less, not when he’s been missing your hands on him for as long as he has. your free hand comes to mirror his earlier actions, fingers digging into his chin and jaw as you cup his face. he takes a breath before his eyes open back up and when he focuses, it’s you that’s staring up at him so amorously- so covetous in your gaze on him.

“fuck me, ‘sei. show me how much you missed me.” it’s like a switch flips in issei at your words, cravings for you back in full force as he takes your hands off of him with a strong grip on your wrists. he’s got his tongue back in your mouth in an instant, so bruising and eager as it takes in your flavors. he lifts your hands up to his shoulders in silent instruction, his own coming to grip the base of his cock in one and your hip in the other. the man is so teasing even when he’s just as insatiable as you, dragging his cock head between your folds, against your clit until you breathily plead for him. he could never deny you, not like this, so he obliges and starts the breach into your sopping pussy. he’s so slow, so careful in how he stretches you open around him that you don’t even care that your head hits the cabinet when it falls back.

“fuck, i missed you, baby. missed you and this pussy. suckin’ me in like you never want me to leave, shit,” he curses, hands tight on your hips as he begins to rock in and out of you. he loves the way you shudder and keen for him already when he’s barely given you anything yet, and if he were a better person, he’d warn you about what he’s going to give you. he isn’t, however, so he doesn’t.

issei drags his lip between his teeth as he pulls out of you, leaving only the very tip of his cock in your sweltering heat before he’s driving back into you, harder this time, faster. you wail at the abrupt change in his pace, arms wrapped tightly around his neck as he sheathes himself into you on repeat. your legs are quivering around his lithe hips, panties dangling from your ankle as it bobs with the force of issei’s jackhammering thrusts into your sopping hole.

“you feel so good, baby, y’always have,” he rasps, drawing your attention back to him as you meet his gaze with lust-clouded eyes. “so stupid for me to think i could give you up, not when you’re so kind, so pretty, so fucking wet, so you.” it’s so hard to reply, so hard to do anything but moan his name as you clench your drooling cunt down on his length. he drags you to the very edge of the counter by the fat of your hips so you’re forced against his chest, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he pounds into you voraciously. his hands are rough as they slide up your thighs to grip you under the knee, keeping you spread so wide you know you’re going to feel it for at least a few days.

“couldn’t let that guy have you, baby- fuck-couldn’t let him have my wife,” his voice is husky, low in your ear when he speaks. “you belong here, at home, getting fucked dumb on my dick.” you’re trying to pay attention, really, you are; but it feels like a mission impossible to catch every word when his heavy cock lays assault on your g-spot.

“yeah, ‘m home, fuck me dumb,” you pant, nails leaving crescent shapes in the skin of issei’s neck and shoulders. it’s something you’d feel bad about if he cared- if he didn’t fuck you so full and deep and all-consuming.

the sound in the room is such a lewd combination- the slapping of skin on skin, your gasps and whines and little ‘unh unh unh’s, issei’s harsh breathing and grunts. he feels your cunt pulsing around him and he knocks into you even more crushingly than before, separating you only slightly so he can see your face.

“c’mon, baby, i can feel how close you are. lemme feel it, angel, cum on my cock,” he groans, one hand leaving its position on your leg to slip between you and rub quick, merciless circles onto your clit. you let out a long, unrestrained sob and let your head fall back again, unable to fight off the carnality of your pleasure.

“‘sei, ‘m cummingggg! fuck- i love you, love you s’ much.” your pussy is palpitating around his cock like a heart, which is entirely fitting when he’s so deep it feels like his cock is in your chest. you want to be embarrassed about how much your slick flows out of you, coating issei’s cock and the counter below you in a shiny essence, but you can’t think about it, can’t think about anything at all. your vision goes white for a moment and you’re sure that this here is what people mean when they say “rapturous.”

issei fucks you through it, keeps massaging your puffy clit with his long fingers and your hips are still jerking even after it’s over. he’s got his lips on your neck and you soon learn that he’s actually talking, when your hearing finally returns to you.

“nobody can make my wife cum like i do- know you inside and out, baby. ‘s why you belong with me, huh? belong with someone who fucks you like this,” he growls against your throat. he bites down on the sensitive flesh and you whimper, grip on him tightening as he picks you up from the back of your knees. he’s still heavy and hard inside you as he lays you onto the dining table. the way he stares down at you almost makes you want to shrink, his need to devour you and claim you so easy to spot in his features. the large hands that held you now make their way to the straps of your dress, pulling them off of your shoulders just enough that he can yank the front of your dress down. the first thing you can feel is the cold air hitting your pebbled nipples, and the second is the roughness of issei’s hands as he squeezes and tugs on the nubs, not satisfied until you pathetically whine his name.

there’s no preamble, no warning when he starts to roll his hips into yours again. he’s plowing into you so hard already that you can feel the table shaking beneath you, and you reach for him in instinct but he’s so mean, hands holding your wrists down against the table.

“want you to marry me again, baby. you gonna marry me again, right?” he questions you, eyes pinning you down with a gaze as heavy as iron. it’s a loaded question, really- you know that whether you say yes or no, he’s just going to fuck you harder. you bite your lip as his cock digs against your g-spot and decide to nod- lesser of two evils, and something you’ll think about when he isn’t kissing your womb with his fat tip.

“say it,” he groans, bending over you to nose along your throat. he maps his way up to your ear, tugging the lobe between his teeth before planting a kiss on the shell. “say it for me, baby.”

issei gives you a particularly harsh thrust- one that knocks the air out of your lungs and you sob, back arching off of the abused dining table. “‘m gonna- ah!- ‘m gonna marry you, ‘sei. wanna be your wife again,” you murmur, cock-drunk and being hurled over and over into orgasm too much for your brain to handle. issei is satisfied with it, though. he takes full height again as his heavy cock twitches inside of you and he uncurls one of his hands from yours, slipping it between you to thumb casually at your clit.

“mmh- fuck yeah, you are. yeah, you’re gonna be my wife and you’re gonna cum, right?” you hate so badly that you have to give him the satisfaction- but he’s right. you’re so close you can taste it, can feel it deep in the pit of your belly, and you need him. you nod, breathless and hazy, and he gives you a pleased little grin, circling of your clit more deliberate now. his free hand takes your leg and splays it against his chest, your ankle at his ear and he hisses as you take him so much deeper.

there’s no time to warn him before it happens, no time for words of caution because it even shocks you. the coil within you snaps, back arching as you cry so pretty for him. your hands search desperately for purchase and land on issei’s shirt, wrinkling the fabric in your fists while you sob and writhe. the flood that comes out of you is a welcome surprise to issei, who moans out an “oh, fuck” as he’s drenched in your spray of cum. everything’s so wet now, much wetter than before- so sticky when his pelvis meets your ass. he keeps driving his hips into you, keeps his rough thumb on your slippery clit and it’s all so fucking much to process.

“see, baby? nobody else can make you squirt on their fucking dick like that. you’re mine, y’were made for me. now, you’re gonna be a good girl and take my load, right?” he knows what he says might as well be rhetorical because you’re not gonna give him a true, proper answer. but he’s fine with it, as long as you keep making those pretty little noises and clenching his cock so tight like that.

issei’s close, nails digging into your thigh as he twitches inside you. his hair clings to his forehead with sweat, shirt half unbuttoned, half drenched in your juices, and he looks so debauched. and he is- has no choice but to be when it comes to you, when it comes to being inside your velvet heat that wants to wring the cum out of his cock. his breathing is picking up, little huffs of warm air hitting your leg as he ruts into you.

“f-fuck, ‘m gonna cum, baby. you still on the pill? hope not, maybe this one’ll take, huh? if not, that’s ok- i’ll just keep cumming and cumming in this tight little cunt until it does,” he grunts, head falling back and hips stuttering as he fills you with rope after rope of his hot seed. you moan with him, sensitive as you are, while he rides his orgasm out, chest heaving and thighs twitching. issei stares at you from above as he catches his breath, cock slowly softening inside of you but he doesn’t pull out yet, opting instead to drop your leg from his shoulder and back to his hip before he leans down to meld your lips with his in a tender kiss. he slips his arms underneath you, gathering you up into his hold and you gasp, startled as you’re lifted from the table.

“‘sei- what- put me down!” you whine, hissing in overstimulation at every step he takes with his semi-hard dick still inside of you. he ignores you in favor of taking you to the bedroom, dropping you on to the bed you’d once shared, except now the sheets smell only of him. you huff as you pout up at him but he just laughs, dragging his fingers up your sides.

“you didn’t think i was done with you, didya, baby? gotta show my wife just how much i missed her.” he begins to stir his hips again, somehow fully hard already, and somewhere in your mind you know that this is going to be a very, very long night.

it’s bright and warm the next day- a perfect day to move your stuff back home, issei says to you. you’re doing just that, starting simple with clearing out your closet while he does the drawers. there’s a dress in your arms that you’re about to lay out to fold when issei whistles, drawing your attention towards him. he turns to you, smirk on his face and goddamnit, you hadn’t even noticed that he went straight for your underwear drawer- but the skimpy, lavender colored g-string in his hands tells you that.

“give me those!” you scold, reaching to snatch them up but you curse him and his height as he holds them high up over your head.

“oh, absolutely not. these? these are going in my pocket so you can wear them for me tonight.” he snickers, shoving them in his pants pocket when you playfully roll your eyes and back off.

you can’t help but laugh with him, in too high of spirits to be truly annoyed with his antics, to be disgruntled with packing and moving. nothing could bother you, not now when you get to be with issei again, not when he woke you up this morning with languid kisses and whispers of how lucky he was that you wanted to be with him. starting over with him would take work, but it was work that you were both happy and willing to do for each other- for your second marriage.

>authors_note: if mattsun divorced me i would probably kms tbh 👨‍🦯 but anyways i hope u all enjoy!!

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no1frogfan · 8 months

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Impending, part 3

Matsukawa Issei x afab reader

Word count: ~3.4k

Tags & warnings: SMUT-MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. Fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v. There is cum. Pubes exist in this world. A little angst, pining, guilt, and desperation (my four favorite flavors).

Note: Finally finished this mini-series. The word counts have grown too much each time, but what can I say? — I want him emotionally, spiritually, biblically.

part 1 | part 2

You can’t stay in bed forever.

Probably.

Not unless you can convince Hiro to bring you something for dinner, but that’s never going to happen.

A particularly angry gurgle from your stomach makes you roll out of bed and pick your way to the kitchen. The tackiness of your skin is proof you made the right choice to sleep the day away. Summers are always stifling, and the humidity lingers even after the sun has set, preventing the air from dropping to comfortable temperatures.

A cool gust from the fridge provides a welcome relief, though it’s unfortunate the shelves are empty. That’s the worst part of being at home — the isolation. The trees and hills are beautiful, even the warbling of the birds at 4am is nice, but grocery stores and restaurants are few and far between. You could walk to the ancient ramen place a few streets down, or the sukiyaki place a few streets up, but neither sound at all appealing in this heat.

“Did mom and dad leave us anything for dinner?” You shout toward the open basement door.

No answer.

“I know you can hear me.”

You can’t see the middle finger Makki holds up. “I’m getting pizza later.”

“Can we order now? I’m starving,” you pad downstairs with a whine.

Sprawled on the couch, Hiro is sporadically illuminated by some anime show on tv. While you don’t recognize it, you can at least pick out the white-haired guy Hiro likes landing a couple of (over)dramatic punches on a black-haired guy.

“How are you even hungry? You’ve just been sleeping all day.”

Your brother doesn’t take his eyes off the tv where the black-haired one finally managed to dodge, and now the white-haired one is strategizing (at length) about his next move.

“You’re one to talk! As if you’ve mov-”

“I’m hungry too,” a deep baritone chimes in seemingly from below you.

You leap back with a yelp, squinting into the darkness at your feet. Out of the shadows, Issei’s form slowly takes shape. Honestly, you’re shocked you didn’t step on him.

“That’s not what you said 5 minutes ago,” Makki grumbles, but picks up his phone to place the order.

Issei shrugs, reaching his arm out toward you.

You dodge beyond his fingertips and beat a hasty retreat back up the stairs, calling out over your shoulder, “order me a Hawaiian pizza.”

“No way in hell. That’s disgusting.”

Fake retching sounds follow you to the top.

The cold spray of the shower is calming, necessary even, to wash the stickiness from your skin and quiet your frazzled nerves.

That happened almost a week ago, and seeing him in your house every day has only made things more fraught. While you haven’t exactly been avoiding Issei, you haven’t tried to talk to him either. For your brother’s sake you should probably make clear that it was a mistake; one that will never happen again. You could blame it on the beer or the weed, but the truth is, Issei plagues your thoughts even while sober — his breath hot on your neck, fingertips digging into the fat of your hips, the utter fullness when he pushed into you.

Before that night, the image of him as a gawky preteen was all your mind could conjure up. But now… Your fingers aren’t enough to relieve the pressure anymore.

Your encounter unleashed some latent magnetic field, prickling your senses and hopelessly drawing you toward him at every turn. You welcome his attention more than you care to admit, so, unsurprisingly, it’s been hard not to make it weird, and harder not to second-guess every single interaction these days. Since when did he know your favorite snacks? Did he used to stare at you so much? Had he always been this touchy?

Or is he just hoping for a repeat of the other night?

The possibility stirs up both anxiety and relief. Except for the teeny, tiny detail of being your little brother’s best friend — you know, the one person outside of family that Hiro places 100% of his trust in — Issei would top your list of fuck buddies (and if you’re honest, maybe even more than that).

What’s been most confusing is that Issei doesn’t seem bothered, and you’re not sure why that irritates you so much. He’s never seemed like the kind of guy who would treat you like a notch in his bedpost, but then again, best friend’s sibling is a perennially popular porn trope for a reason. Surely he’s not immune.

None of that really matters though. Hiro’s been acting strange lately, like he knows something’s up. Half the time, he books it out of a room as soon as you walk in. God knows how he’d react if he found out what happened. Issei said he wouldn’t care, but how true is that? You try to imagine how you’d feel if one of your friends told you they’d slept with Hiro, and you can’t help but be…one, grossed out because you really don’t want to think about it. And two, well…protective, angry maybe. He might be an ass, but he’s still your brother, and you’d never do anything to actually hurt him.

A knock breaks into your anxious musings.

It’s then you notice you’re standing vacantly in the middle of your room. Somehow, you’d finished showering and walked back while lost in thought.

“Go away!”

Hiro is the last person you want to talk to right now; especially not before you can get your thoughts under control.

Footsteps shuffle away, but instead of the telltale creak of the stairs, they pause, then turn back toward the door.

The door jiggles and clicks open.

“What part of-”

Except it’s not Hiro. It’s Issei.

His audacity dumbfounds you, but only for a second.

“The hell?! Get out!”

Hesitation flickers across his face but he takes a step forward.

“Can we talk?”

“NO.” You wrap the towel tighter around yourself.

When he doesn’t move, you reiterate the point by whirling on your heels and stomping toward the dresser. The underwear drawer suddenly captures your full attention, and you rummage through it with single-minded focus.

The door shuts behind you with another click, and you let out a shaky breath.

The relief is short-lived.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” Goosebumps break out all over your skin at his words.

“That’s not true.”

The lavender scent of your shampoo tickles his nose. With you faced resolutely away, he steps closer and allows his eyes to sweep over the droplets gleaming across your shoulders.

“No?”

His lips brush against the base of your neck, and whatever retort you had fizzles on your tongue.

“Issei,” you whimper, “you said you wanted to talk.”

You lean back into his touch and feel him grin against the juncture of your neck. His hands, big and warm and firm, slide up under the towel to knead at your soft thighs, rapidly emptying your brain.

He gives you a gentle nudge toward the bed.

“I don’t think we should do this,” you protest, but your lack of conviction is apparent in how eagerly you obey, practically tripping over yourself to perch on the edge of the mattress.

He raises one thick eyebrow. “Why?”

“Hiro’s going to find out.”

Issei unbuttons his shirt with unhurried movements, unveiling the smooth musculature of his chest. Its slopes and dips are made more dramatic thanks to the yellow-orange light of the single desk lamp. You swallow thickly, eyes drawn to the sharp cut of his collarbones and the faded scar on his right hip.

“Makki knows. He doesn’t care.”

His shorts and underwear quickly land in a pile on the floor.

Even in the harsh light, his dick is nothing short of mouth-watering. A pretty flush tip sits enticingly over its thick, veiny length. Coarse hairs curl tightly at the base, trimmed short to reveal more of him.

He kneels and shuffles forward to tug the towel from your clutch, uttering an appreciative groan before he tosses it aside.

“Fuck, just look at you.”

Your objections devolve into gasping moans when he pushes you back to lay open-mouthed kisses across your collarbones and down your chest, sluggishly mouthing over your hips, down the tops of your legs and back up, licking a stripe along the tender skin of your inner thigh as he splays your legs up and out. He dives in to suck on your clit and you almost choke.

Your entire body tenses with pleasure when he starts to lap at you. But it’s the way he meets your gaze with hooded eyes — intoxicated from a single taste — that kickstarts the last ounce of resistance left in your body.

“Issei, if you- fuck that’s ahhh- you’re just looking to get your dick wet…”

That stills his tongue. Even though you’re the one protesting, you can’t help but whine now that he’s actually stopped.

“That’s not…” He frowns, a mixture of your juices and his saliva glistening on his chin. In one fluid motion, Issei slides you off the bed and onto his lap. A shudder runs through him when his erection glides against your folds, though it doesn’t distract him.

“Is that what you think this is?”

You’re not sure what answer he’s looking for, so you stay silent, head turned to avoid his eyes.

He scrutinizes you for what seems like an age. How could you not know? All the times he’s tried to impress you? All the things he’s done in the hopes you’ll notice him? All the years he’s trailed behind you — to your house, to university, and even to Sendai?

“Do you remember when your parents made you start watching us after school?”

Your face scrunches in confusion at the change in topic, but he’s insistent.

“Do you remember? Right after you started high school?”

“Ok…yeah,” you indulge, “I remember. I’d just joined photography club and had to quit like a month later. I was pissed — they’d never cared about leaving us home alone before so I didn’t understand why I had to babysit you guys.”

“They didn’t actually care. I made up some lie — I don’t even remember what it was now — to convince my parents we needed a sitter. I figured they’d make you do it, and they did.”

You look up in confusion. Is he…blushing?

“And in eighth grade, when I needed help with math… I actually bombed my tests on purpose for a month because I knew my parents would ask you.”

Wait… “Was that what your fights were about?”

Hiro and Issei were thick as thieves, the only exceptions being in your first and last years of high school. Their fights got heated too, though neither ever told you what set them off, no matter how many times you tried to pry it out of them. The second time, Issei didn’t come over for almost a month afterward (you remember because you had to go to his house to tutor him) but things always eventually went back to normal.

Issei huffs a soft chuckle. “Yeah, Makki figured it out.”

“Figured what out?”

“It’s not obvious?” Issei drops his head onto your shoulder with something between a groan and a laugh. “I liked you. A lot. I still do.”

He admits it so casually, like he’s commenting on the weather. Like he and Hiro haven’t kept this secret for over a decade. Like it’s hardly a confession at all.

For once, you’re the one struggling to keep up.

“Wait…you like me?”

You feel a muffled snort. “That’s literally what I’ve been saying this whole time.”

“And Hiro’s…not mad? But he’s been acting so weird lately,” you point out.

“Oh that. He keeps trying to ‘give us space’ or something. I told him to cool it.”

“Oh.” Huh. Maybe it was obvious. You were just too worried about Hiro to notice that every time he flew out of a room with some flimsy excuse, you were left alone with Issei. Issei, who you like more than you expected. Who’s had a crush on you for more than a decade. Whose lap you’re currently nestled in, naked.

“Does that mean we can…” You shift, jerking when your clit catches his spongy tip.

He laughs, grinding his hips up to meet you.

“We sure can.”

You’re still wet, really wet, you’re reminded when your pussy glides against him, and getting more aroused by the second as Issei stares, mesmerized by the slick trail you leave along the length of his cock.

His hands slide down to give your ass an excited squeeze before lifting you up onto the edge of the bed.

Dextrous fingers part your puffy lips as he rests his cheek against your thigh, giving him the perfect view of your dripping cunt. He thumbs lightly at your clit and heaves a sigh of contentment when your hips buck in response.

“Didn’t get to enjoy this last time.”

You bite back a moan when he slides one long finger into you. It reaches deep, and you squirm in encouragement when he sinks a second one in. He works them nimbly, curling and scissoring them while rolling your clit, breaking you down into a whiny mess in seconds, until you’re dripping down his wrists and onto the sheets.

You’re so distracted by his fingers that you don’t notice him dive in, just feel his lips wrap around your clit with a slurp. He licks and sucks at you eagerly, and you can only gasp and writhe, trying to steady yourself with a fist in his soft wavy hair. The walls echo with your cries mingled with Issei’s enthusiastic groans and the wet suction of your cunt around his fingers.

It catches you by surprise when you cum, cresting fast and hard, pulling your body taut and whiting out your vision. Before you realize it, you’re already quaking with aftershocks, trying to twist away from the overwhelming sensation of him licking and suckling dreamily as you come down.

When he finally pulls his fingers out, he makes a show of sucking them clean, stroking himself as he smirks up at you.

He pushes himself up off the floor and god, fuck. He’s irresistible, his cock bobbing heavily between his legs as he gets on his hands and knees above you.

Issei leans down, humming happily when he wraps his mouth around your right nipple. He massages your chest with one hand and grips his cock with the other to smear his tip along your sopping pussy.

It feels good, but you squirm and push at his shoulders. “Want you in my mouth,” you beg.

He placates you with a hungry kiss. “Next time, ok? Next time. I can barely- I don’t think I can last long,” he admits wryly, “but next time we’ll do anything you want.”

Your eyelids flutter shut in anticipation when he lines himself up.

He pushes in slowly, first the fat mushroom tip, then the whole thick length of him, rocking himself in, out, in, inch by inch until he’s pressed flush against you. Issei groans when your face contorts with pleasure. The stretch is incredible. He stuffs you so full, finally hitting that place you’ve been unable to reach.

He takes things slow. Too slow. He wasn’t able to savor you before, but he’s not about to make the same mistake again. His long, languid strokes are just enough to have you grinding against him in frustration with every thrust.

“Let me enjoy this for a minute,” he rasps.

His hands trail restlessly across your body, caressing and squeezing every inch of skin he can reach. He kisses his way down your neck to roll his tongue around your nipple, biting and sucking one before moving to the other, and back again.

After what feels like hours, your patience finally gives out.

You smack him hard on the ass. “Issei! Fuck me already.”

That jolts his hips into action. The length of his body is laid on top of you, pinning your legs up against your shoulders as he pistons into you with surprising force. Wet slaps alternate with the loud squeak of the mattress.

You begin to quiver, your whole body shaking as the heat builds in your core. He reaches deep, so so deep, making you wail every time he bumps your clit and his cock hits that perfect spot inside of you over and over again.

“Ohhh- fuck, Issei please I’m-”

He barely has time to blink before you’re falling apart at the seams again. Wave after blinding wave of ecstasy crash over you, relentless.

Your pussy clenches hard, gripping his cock so firmly he can barely move. Not a second later, he pulls out with a shout. Through hazy eyes, you see his mouth drop open. He fists his cock only once before his body stiffens, convulsing as jets of hot cum shoot out to land on your cheeks, shoulders, chest, stomach, dribbling out to coat your pubes, before finally leaving him twitching.

The room fills with hoarse pants.

You laugh weakly at the mess. “Wow, you came a lot.”

“I think I almost blacked out,” he croaks.

With great effort, he pushes himself off the bed and returns with the box of tissues from your desk. He cleans you up with care, just like last time.

“I wanted to last longer,” he mumbles, pressing a sheepish kiss to your sternum before collapsing on you, pinning you down with his weight.

It does something funny to your heart to witness him like this, so different from his usual confidence.

“Next time,” you assure him.

“Next time?” He looks up, almost reverent.

“Yeah.” You smile and brush the damp curls away from his eyes.

Next time. He breaks out in an obnoxious grin. There’s going to be a next time. And if there’s a next time, there might be a time after that.

“You won’t even need to introduce me to your parents.”

You snort. “Ok, pump the brakes.”

When you finally make your way back to the kitchen (with Issei practically holding you up as you wobbled), you find one Hawaiian pizza and two-thirds of a pepperoni pizza sitting on the counter.

Issei loads up a plate for you both before heading down to the basement. You grab some cold beers and follow suit, pausing in the doorway to take a few calming breaths.

You don’t hear any yelling or scuffling — a positive sign. Hopefully, that means Hiro isn’t too angry.

You take one wary step, then another.

When you reach the bottom, your eyes hesitantly find Hiro’s. There’s an uneasy moment when he frowns at you from where he’s seated on the floor before he gives you a curt nod. It’s stiff, but definitely not angry, not even upset.

Your shoulders untense.

Issei waves you over to the couch where he settles you securely in his lap, his arms encircling your waist. You cast another wary glance at Hiro who just rolls his eyes.

“Glad you’re finally done ‘getting some water,’” Makki snipes. “I’ve been waiting forever to start the next episode.”

“I’m definitely not thirsty anymore if you know what I mean.” Mattsun wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

Hiro’s face twists, revolted. “Ugh- I- ugh god, I don’t want to think about-” he sputters. His eyes flick to where Issei’s hands grope at your thighs and ass. “Whoa, ok rule number one: not when I’m right here. And rule number two-” there’s an uncomfortable pause before he mutters, “keep it down next time.”

Mattsun’s not at all chagrined. In fact, he puffs out his chest proudly.

You, on the other hand, shrink in absolutely mortification. Right when Issei opens his mouth to make another (probably vulgar) retort, you shove a slice of pizza in…with a little more force than you intended.

He chokes in surprise and your brother lets out a mean snicker. “Perfect timing! Serves you right.”

You expect him to continue bickering with Hiro, but Issei instead flashes you a dopey grin. “Thank you baby,” he says sweetly, muffled though it is by a mouthful of food.

The gleeful smirk drops right off Makki’s face and he whirls back toward the tv with a loud gag.

“You’re welcome,” you giggle. Your brain’s still playing catch-up with everything that’s happened today, but you think you like where this is heading.

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koushuwu · 2 years

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Did You See That?

minors, ageless and blank blogs do not interact.

pairing: Matsukawa Issei x reader x Iwaizumi Hajime

summary: Matsukawa is not only someone who answers the phone during sex. he also decided to invite one of your shared best friends, Iwaizumi, into the bedroom to watch.

warnings/tags: AFAB!reader, established relationship, voyeurism, exhibitionism, v/ V/ soft dom tendencies, hair pulling, vaginal penetration, oral (f!recieving), threesome, hair pulling.

word count: 1,2k

A/N: so this is part two of “Did You Hear That” and i entirely blame @tenkoushimura for this. we had some of the same thoughts on what would happen after part one, and i wasn’t going to write it, until we talked about it so... Here’s dinner, darlings.

read part 1 here.

“We should invite him to join next time, don’t you think love? Would you like that?” The words Matsukawa had spoken were spinning wildly in Iwaizumi’s head, just as it had in yours when he said them. His words had left your pussy aching once more, and it had eventually led to this moment.

Iwaizumi sat in a chair across from you and Matsukawa’s bed, features painted a beet red. But despite the embarrassment portrayed in the deepest red, Iwaizumi couldn’t seem to tear his eyes off of you. Eyes catching the sheen of sweat on your skin. Dropping from your slack jaw, where Matsukawa had your head janked back by the hair, to follow a bead of sweat as it trickled down your neck, passing your throbbing pulse. Gaze dropping lower, taking in the jiggle of your tits, as Matsukawa thrust his cock into you from behind. For a moment Iwaizumi seemed mesmerized. He shifted in his seat straightening further, pressing his lips to a thin line to keep from making any noise, when his jeans pressed against his own cock.

“Hajime–” His name fell from your lips in a strangled moan. Gaze flickered up to yours before it made it further down, to the place where you at Matsukawa were connected. The obscene slapping noises filled the air between you. Made it feel thick.

“What is it, princess?” Matsukawa breathed against your ear, a teasing tone lacing his words. “What is it you want? Go on. Tell him,” he urged. In stark contrast to his words, Matsukawa’s pace quickened, making it near impossible to even form coherent sentences.

“Please—” The word punched from your lungs in a breathy gasp, broken off by a moan before you tried again, knowing that Matsukawa wouldn’t let up before you did as he asked. “Keep–Keep watching m–” the last word came out in a hiccup, but when your mouth slacked and Matsukawa caressed the skin of your neck, you knew you’d done well. You knew you’d gotten your point across when Iwaizumi shifted once more, crossing one leg over the other, in what seemed to be a futile attempt at hiding how much your words affected him. How much the whole situation affected him.

The relentless snapping of Matsukawa’s hips against yours, had your legs quivering. Back pressed against his chest, he kept you steady. Upright. Your gaze was locked with Iwaizumi’s when Matsukawa snaked a hand around your body to cup your tit. Pinching your nipple broke a moan into a sob on it’s way past your lips.

“She sounds utterly delicious, doesn’t she?” Matsukawa grinned against your neck, watching Iwaizumi’s flushed features intently.

“She does,” your friend agreed, eyes fixed on you like you’d asked of him.

“Would you like a taste?” Iwaizumi’s gaze jolted to Matsukawa in surprise, just as a hiccup was torn from you at Matsukawa’s words. “Bet she’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you princess?” Matsukawa added to you. Looking back to you, Iwaizumi seemed to search your face for consent. That’s when Matsukawa nestled down against the bed, spreading your legs apart with his knees, cock still buried inside of you.

“Yes—“ the one word got punched from your lungs when Matsukawa’s cock thrust even deeper into you. Frantically nodding your head, you tried conveying your desire. Your consent. Part of you had been nervous about having Iwaizumi watching the two of you, but those nerves had long since vanished, leaving you instead with only an intense desire burning inside.

“Don’t be shy,” Matsukawa urged when Iwaizumi hesitated. His eyes were still boring into yours, seeking that affirmation. Matsukawa dropped his head and sucked the skin of your neck in between his lips, teeth digging in and leaving you clenching down around him with a strangled whine. Matsukawa released your neck and tilted his head up to your ear. “Tell him.”

“Haji–” with Issei’s breath against your ear, all lingering shame seemed to disappear from your hazy mind as you moaned loudly. Letting one hand drop to your cunt with Iwaizumi’s gaze following, you used two fingers to spread your folds for him. “Hajime please– I n-need you to–” Your words punctuated by the thrusts of Matsukawa’s cock repeatedly pounding into you. But your point made it across, and practically salivating, Iwaizumi was on his feet in an instant, recognizing your consent for just that. He was in front of you in a flash, dropping to his knees in front of you.

“You sure?” Iwaizumi looked up at your face, watching as you bit your lip and nodded. And that was it. that was exactly the encouragement he needed as he scrambled forward and latched onto your pretty cunt. Your jaw slacked as a string of curses came over your lips. Your head fell back onto Matsukawa’s shoulder and your eyes rolled back as Iwaizumi sucked your clit into his mouth with Matsukawa still stretching you wide open on his massive cock.

“That’s it,” Matsukawa cooed at the both of you. Leaning slightly back on the bed, Matsukawa pulled you with him to give Iwaizumi better access and in the process his cock seemed to slide even deeper into your pussy.

Your hips bucked against Iwaizumi’s face. He groaned, for once that night not bothering to conceal it. Neither did he try and conceal the tent in his pants. Your sounds, your taste and this entire setting made him harder than he thought possible.

“Did you see that?” Matsukawa drawled at Iwaizumi. “So needy for your tongue.” Iwaizumi on his end hummed in response; something that vibrated through your clit and had your core tightening. Moving your hips as if on instinct, you chased your high against Iwaizumi’s tongue, speared on Matsukawa’s cock. Your back arched. Iwaizumi’s hands settled on your thighs pushing them even further apart, fingers digging into your flesh, something you were sure would leave marks in the morning.

“Please–” You whined, fucking yourself harder on Issei harder. Faster.

“Please what?” Matsukawa asked into your ear, thrusting up into you, to meet the roll of your hips. “Do you want to cum? ‘That it?” You nodded with your teeth clenched in concentration. “I thought I taught you to use your words, princess. Hajime would you?” A sharp pain shot through your thigh, having you literally creaming around Issei’s cock, when Hajime pinched you hard. A yelp that was more of a moan than anything echoed off the walls in your bedroom.

“Please,” you cried out against the pain. “wanna cum.” And with your words, Matsukawa’s thrusts got sharper. Harder. Iwaizumi hummed against your pussy, lapping at your folds and sucking on your clit, teasingly letting his teeth graze the sensitive nub.

“Go on then.” And you were done for. Your walls convulsed as your orgasm ripped through you, smearing your arousal all over Iwaizumi’s chin, dripping onto Matsukawa’s thighs as they carried you through your high; Matsukawa shooting his load into your tight warmth.

Once back down from your high, you slumped down in Matsukawa’s lap, but just then, he pinched your hip, making you jolt in surprise. When you looked to Matsukawa he nodded towards Iwaizumi.

“Don’t get too comfortable. Hajime’s still hard.” And indeed he was.

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fushiguroll · 2 years

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“DON’T LOOK AT HIM, LOOK ONLY AT ME”

⇢ iwaizumi hajime, tsukishima kei, kenma kozume, semi eita, miya osamu, matsukawa issei x f!reader

synopsis: the one in which you gush about another guy in front of him

ʚɞ IWAIZUMI Hajime | peeks over at you when sees you fanning yourself. “what’s wrong, princess?” you hold up the phone to his face, a picture of Michael B. Jordan’s newest mirror selfie. “do you see his muscles? mmmm his biceps...don’t mind if I do!” you throw in a little lip lick just for that extra element of persuasion. Iwaizumi furrows his brows and studies the picture before tossing the phone back to you. He doesn’t say a word but heads for your shared bedroom, coming out in his workout clothes. you glance at the clock, “you’re going the gym now?” He leans down for a little kiss before pulling back, making sure to flex his biceps ever so slightly as he replies, “gotta go and make sure my princess is never tempted by another muscular man again.”

ʚɞ TSUKISHIMA Kei | is subtly playing with your hair as you lie on his lap. “hey”, he gently tugs on the end of your hair and moves the phone away from your face, “I want to see your face.” You smile up at him, “what’s up, baby?” “what are you thinking about?” “this guy I saw at the gym the other day. he was seriously fit.” Tsukishima immediately pushes you off him. “hey!” He turns his back to you ready to give you the silent treatment. You climb back on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, resisting all his efforts to push you off. “I'm just kidding, it’s a prank. You know I only have eyes for you.” You know you’ve got him when you see the smile he’s trying to fight back as he replies with a “tch. idiot.” you lean in to kiss him and he doesn’t pull away.

ʚɞ KENMA Kozume | looks up from his phone and sees you sighing dreamily, looking down at your laptop screen. “what are you sighing about?” he asks in a slightly bored voice as he puts down his own phone and scoots over a little, resting his chin on your shoulder, his arms snaking around your waist. “oh nothing, just some compilation of Tom Holland’s doing his Spiderman stunts. Isn’t he so cute?look at his muscles, babe.” kenma stiffens at your words, unable to hide the bitterness in his heart. He doesn’t even realize he was pouting until you pointed it out. “awwww, baby, you know you’re always the cutest in my eyes.” he pulls you in closer and buries his face in the crook of neck, sneaking tiny kisses on them. “mmm, I better be,” he says, biting down slightly harder. Looks like you gotta bring out this side of kenma more often.

ʚɞ SEMI Eita | “semi, semi, semi!” you bounced happily, jumping into his arms and he catches you just as easily, making sure you’re comfortable before tugging in a piece of stray hair behind your ears. “honey, honey, honey,” he mimics you, “what’s going on, pretty lady?” you leaned back against his chest, “remember the guy we saw on the street yesterday? the guy in the gray sweatpants?” Semi nods slowly, lowkey dreading what you were going to say. “he’s pretty cute, isn’t he? and he looked good in those gray sweats” Semi sit up taller and you can feel the outline of his muscular chest. “and?” you turn around, looking at him in the eyes, “and I was thinking you look even cuter.” semi laughs and you hear relief in them, “bring your laptop here, let’s shop for some gray sweats right now.”

ʚɞ MIYA Osamu | “SAMU! COME HERE PLEASE!” “ ‘M COMING!” You hear your husband’s running footsteps and giggles when he dramatically jumps onto the bed. “how graceful,” you complimented him as he plops onto the bed. You showed him a picture of a muscular Atsumu, “look what Tsumu sent me this morning.” Osamu immediately sits up and narrows his eyes at the screen, before grabbing your phone and zooming in on the picture. “why’s he sending ya pictures?” You shrug, knowing full well the only reason Atsumu sent you his half-naked picture was for this prank. “you should be proud of your brother. He’s getting fitter and fitter everyday.” Osamu shakes his head, completely unbothered. “are you jealous, Samu?” With a bored expression, Samu looks at you before before answering, “it was obviously photoshopped. It might be his face, but it’s my body.” You stared at him incredulously, “seriously?” Osamu smirks, “what? ya don’t believe me?” He lifts up his white t-shirt ever so slightly, “why don’t ya double check?

ʚɞ MATSUKAWA Issei | can see the way you gulp as you scroll through instagram. He sneaks up behind you and wraps his arms around your shoulder. “what’s got you so hot and bothered? pictures of me perhaps?” You shake your head, “no, but look at this newest’s picture of BTS. everyone of them looks so good. but have you seen Jin? he looks like he’s been working out.” Issei smirks, completely unbothered and gently grabs your phone from out your hand. “hey! Issei, that’s my phone-” He interrupts you with a kiss, fingers tightening around your hips, pulling you in close before suddenly pulling away. His little impromptu kiss left you slightly dazed. “what was that for?” He smiles again before placing a gentle kiss on your nose, “make sure you only keep your eyes on me, okay?”

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tetsvhoe · 10 months

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MASTERLIST !

— all works tagged under —out of spite; gwen because i would most likely have no time to link everything

— angst/hurt [a] ; fluff/comfort [f] ; crack/humor [c] ; suggestive [s]

— ♡ personal faves

updated: 8/20/23

[ HCS ]

[ SMAU ]

# SERIES

afraid — iwaizumi hajime x f!reader filo smau [ong] if fate permits — kuroo x f!reader smau [ong]

# HAIKYUU

millennialcore [c] how many dicks are you choking on? [c/s] i’m breaking up with you | sorry wrong person [c] pretty boy [f] jealous boys [f] what about me [f]

[ HAIKYUU ]

— KARASUNO

# TSUKISHIMA KEI

seeing your toxic ex [f] “bite your lip once more, i dare you” [s] i just put on lip gloss [f]

# KAGEYAMA TOBIO

seeing your toxic ex [f]

# HINATA SHOYO

seeing your toxic ex [f]

# YAMAGUCHI TADASHI

nostalgic for the moment [f]

# DAICHI SAWAMURA

how dare you [f]

— NEKOMA

# KUROO TETSURO

♡ seeing your toxic ex [f] ♡ forever in a few hours [f] ♡ mentioning their ex during an argument [a/f] they get teased with someone else [a/f] ♡ pushing you away [a/f] ♡ i know who you pretend i am [a] ♡ regret and other cliches [a/f] baby i’m yours [f] oh no there’s only one court [f] i hope ur ok [f] i lost them [f] sober thoughts, drunk confessions [a/f] fluffy hair drabble they make you flinch [a/f] paper rings [a] how dare you [f] rubber ducks [f]

# KENMA KOZUME

♡ i know who you pretend i am [a] regret and other cliches [a/f] second best [a/f]

— AOBA JOHSAI

# OIKAWA TOORU

seeing your toxic ex [f] “sorry, is that supposed to impress me?” [f] oh no there’s only one court [f] i hope ur ok [f]

# IWAIZUMI HAJIME

♡ mentioning their ex during an argument [a/f] seeing your toxic ex [f] i know who you pretend i am [a] regret and other cliches [a/f] 505 [a/s] the simple things [f] i just put on lip gloss [f]

# MATSUKAWA ISSEI

seeing your toxic ex [f] i lost them [f]

— FUKURODANI

# BOKUTO KOUTARO

♡ seeing your toxic ex [f] i know who you pretend i am [a] regret and other cliches [a/f]

# AKAASHI KEIJI

“you’re an idiot.” “but you love me.” [f] i know who you pretend i am [a] regret and other cliches [a/f] trees [a/f]

— SHIRATORIZAWA

# TENDOU SATORI

“you couldn’t handle me even if i came with instructions.” [f]

— INARIZAKI

# SUNA RINTARO

seeing your toxic ex [f] ♡ they get teased with someone else [a/f] ♡ i know who you pretend i am [a] ♡ regret and other cliches [a/f] “give me one reason why i shouldn’t leave.” [a/f] focus [a] hickey prank [f] i hope ur ok [f] i lost them [f] they make you flinch [a/f]

# MIYA ATSUMU

mentioning their ex during an argument [a/f] seeing your toxic ex [f] “god, i love your hands.” “let’s put them to good use then.” [s] ♡ “where have you been all my life?” “hiding from you.” [f] i know who you pretend i am [a] regret and other cliches [a/f] hickey prank [f] i lost them [f] they make you flinch [a/f] how dare you [f]

# MIYA OSAMU

seeing your toxic ex [f] i miss the old u [a] i just put on lip gloss [f] how dare you [f]

— OTHER

# TERUSHIMA YUUJI

all fun and games until someone catches feelings [a/f] pillow talk [f] cigarette kisses [a/f]

# SAKUSA KIYOOMI

seeing your toxic ex [f] ♡ i know who you pretend i am [a] regret and other cliches [a/f] hickey prank [f]

[ JUJUTSU KAISEN ]

# NANAMI KENTO

whatever you do, dont [f] sweet [f/s]

# GOJO SATORU

sticky [s]

# INUMAKI TOGE

indigo [f]

#pin

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sassycheesecake · 10 months

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Issei Matsukawa x florist!Reader “Red Chrysanthemums”

“Are you almost done with the preparation of the funeral of Mr. Hashibura Matsukawa?” The owner of ‘House of Shinigami’ walks into the preparation room to find his young employee, Issei Matsukawa.

The ravenette looks up from the body preparation at his boss, gloves and a medical mask covering his face.

Matsukawa pulls the gloves off his hands, throwing them in the trash.

Pulling his mask down, he answers.

“Yeah, just have to finish up here. I’ll be done in an hour or so.”

The older man nods, telling him to lock up the place after he is done.

Right as he is about to close the door, he remembers something.

“Oh before I forget, our new florist will come in about 20 minutes. It’s for the flower arrangement that the family wishes to have.” He explains and closes the door.

Matsukawa sighs and tries to be done with most preperations before the florist arrives.

All of sudden, he hears a soft feminine voice call out in the lobby, making him stop his actions and walking out of the preparation room.

The ravenette widens his eyes a bit at your appearance. You’re drop-dead gorgeous and the way you’re standing with the notepad like a shy new student in class just adds to your charm.

„Hello. My name is (Y/L/N) (Y/F/N). I am the owner of ‚Garden of Eden‘ a few blocks down. I am guessing you’re the employee your boss has mentioned?“

Nodding at your statement, he introduces himself.

„Name‘s Matsukawa Issei, you can call me Issei if you want to.“

Blushing a bit by already letting you call him by his first name is doing weird things to your body.

I mean, his tall stature and his raven locks give off an intimidating vibe but the way his dark eyes shine with kindness, makes you forget his dark aura.

„So let’s go over the flower arrangements together.“

Matsukawa brings a notepad as well from one of the drawers from the front desk.

„So. The family wishes for pink carnations, Forget-Me-Nots and Cyclamen.“

Matsukawa nods, writing everything down.

„Any reason for these type of flowers?“

You look at him as if he were stupid.

„Have you never given any thought to any flower arrangements of families for funeral plannings?“

The former Middle Blocker shrugs his shoulders in embarrassment and you give out a sigh before explaining it to him.

„So. Uhm. Pink carnations stand for ‚I‘ll never forget you‘. Forget-Me-Nots, the name of the flower already explains the meaning in its name. And Cyclamen stand for resignation and good-bye.“

Matsukawa needless to say, is impressed by your knowledge about the flowers.

He has to admit, he never cared enough for the meaning of flowers at funerals, it’s just an addition to give a little light to something dark. Sure, he knows that red roses mean love and affection for someone else but that’s about it. And that’s all he honestly needs to know. But that was before he met you.

The curly-haired ravenette keeps asking you about the meaning of flowers, listening intensely to every word you say. He asks about your shop, a little bit about about your personal life and he finds out that you’re the granddaughter of the previous floral shop owner.

Kindness and compassion shine in your eyes whenever you would mention more facts about certain flowers, almost making him swoon by your fascination.

But all things have to come to an end, Matsukawa having to finish his preparation on the body and you getting back home after giving the ravenette your business card which includes the number of your shop and also your personal number.

You sly minx.

A year later, you’re opening up your shop later than usual, having a romantic late date last night with Issei. As you are about to unlock your door, you notice a packaged bouquet in front of the door.

Curiously, you bend down to pick it up and you see your name on it with a tag that says it’s from Issei.

When you open the bouquet, you immediately feel a heat spread across your face, a warm smile stretches over your cheeks when you recognize the flowers.

Red Chrysanthemums.

(Psst! Red Chrysanthemums = I love you)

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iwaijimes · 2 years

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hq boys when their kids are possessive of their mom pt.2

feat! oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji and matsukawa issei x f!reader

cw: the boys have big families except Keiji (2), oikawa (4), issei (4), mentions of pregnancy on keiji’s part, this has been on my drafts for so long im so sorry TT — not proofread

OIKAWA if someone told oikawa and you that in a few years after marrying you would have almost the same number of kids as in a volleyball court you could have laughed so much to the point of crying. Nowadays, it’s not that funny, because just like that you ended up having four kids, more specifically one pair of twins and two boys who are a few years younger. it could have been alright if it wasn’t because all of the boys are the carbon copy of his father and also crybabies. and how to forget the clingy part, your kids loved their dad but when it came to you they would fight for your attention in the most dramatic ways.

like any Monday, you arrived from work, the house was completely on silence, no sign of your kids, you looked at the clock and there was still half an hour before they came back. placing your shoes at the entrance you felt a pair of arms around your waist, a faint smell of lavanda coming from your husband’s hair.

“don’t you have practice today?” you asked while hugging him back, an offended gasp came from his lips.

“(y/n)-chan you could have at least said that you were glad to see me instead of asking that” he said with a pout in his lips. You both stayed hugging each other like that until you heard the front door open followed by a mixture of gasp, screams and crying.

“PAPA STOP” shiro, the youngest one screamed “YOU C-CAN’T TOUCH MAMA” he said while crying and hugging your leg. Following Shiro’s example the oldest ones Shin and Ryu placed themselves between the two of you while toruu was left aside dumbfounded, before you could react you felt a tugging in you shirt and saw your third son Ruki looking at you with puppy eyes, even though he was the quiet one, he knew how to play his cards when it came to you.

meanwhile the boys were hugging you like there was no tomorrow oikawa was sulking and trying to fit into the hug, and even started whining on how not even his kids would let him hug his beautiful wife and also their mother.

AKAASHI the day that Hana, your first daughter was born he felt the like the happiest man in the world, no one could compare the joy he felt when she was born, this same thing happened with your second and last daughter Miko. the two girls were, apart from you, his pride and joy. the girls were his carbon copy, the same blue eyes and his black hair and also his love and admiration for your persona. keiji, loved his girls, and the girls loved you so much, everything you did and you said they would follow it. Hana turned five while Miko just turned three not a while ago, and with that age it came the so called “possessive stage”, which consisted basically to cling into you at every opportunity they had and of course the poor keiji was totally forbidden to be near you on their presence.

it a was sunday afternoon in which you and keiji were on the sofa watching a movie while the girls were taking their after-lunch nap. since it was rare that the two of you would be left alone like this, keiji took advantage of it and wrapped his arms around your waist while snuggling in the crook of your neck, you. on the other hand started to caress his face and kissing the crown of his head. everything was fine until you felt something making its way between you and your husband and also a pair of little arms hugging your neck.

“it’s unfair that while Hana and I are sleeping papa breaks his promise” you heard a little groan coming from keiji’s lips, he makes some space for the girls which in some way he ends up at the edge of the sofa too close from falling to the carpet. “we maid dada promise that he wouldn’t touch you unless its an emergency, for example if a monster comes and wants to take mama away” Hana explained to you, looking at keiji you saw that even if his daughters were basically taking you away from him he would still have the same soft look in his eyes. he would do anything just to see them smile.

“well then, but the two of you should start to share because in a few month you will have another little brother or little sister too” you said, it was a sight to see how not only your husbands eyes but you daughters’ too looked at you shocked, and without thinking it twice the three of them jumped in your arms giggling and smiling at the sudden but happy news.

MATSUKAWA never once in his life issei thought that he would have a big family, sometimes he even felt bad for you because you went through too much pain while giving birth to the four children, that’s when he decided that when the youngest one Riko was born you two would stop having children. So at the end you family was composed by you, your oldest daughter Sumire who was eight, your second son Haru who was seven, your third son Kenji who was five and lastly Riko who turned three a few days ago.

Issei loved his kids with his whole heart, there wasn’t a time in which he couldn’t think about them or you, since the two of you worked he decided that it would be a good idea to plan the day so in that way the two of you wouldn’t feel too burned out, because at the end, taking care of four kids is not an easy task. So the times in which the two of you would be finally alone were pretty much welcomed, and issei loves his kids, but it was thanks to you that all of this was possible, and he didn’t hesitate to show it to you, well or at least he tried.

pulling you close to his chest he started trailing kissed from your forehead till he almost reached your lips, you were giggling until you heard a bunch of steps approaching to you. and unfortunately to issei your kids jumped to your frame making their father to change his sit to the armchair.

“dad don’t be mad is our turn to be with mama” Haru said while watching his father with a huge smirk “and also you have been many years with mama before we even were born so don’t put that face” followed your older daughter sumire who was laughing at his father face meanwhile the two younger ones were nodding at their sisters’ words.

you laughed at how much the four of them resembled their dad so much, and even if some of them looked more like you they always ended up inheriting issei’s attitude, which sometimes played against him. but for issei, even if his kids sometimes clowned him he cherished all the moments he had with them and sometimes even felt sad that one day they would be old enough to not need him anymore, but even so, he would love them anyways.

#haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader #matsukawa x reader #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji #oikawa torū #matsukawa issei #oikawa scenarios #matsukawa scenarios #akaashi scenarios #hq akaashi #hq oikawa #hq matsukawa #haikyuu scenarios #Haikyuu dads #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!!

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rivashi · 2 years

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deceived

synopsis: he’d punished everyone and anyone that dare lay a finger on you.

pairings: ???!matsukawa issei x afab!reader

genre(s): NSFW, DC, SMUT, slight angst? (idk, maybe if you squint), thriller? to wholesome, eventual fluff, established relationship, medieval fantasy!au, timeskip!au, porn w/ plot | scenario

cw: 18+, MINORS + AGELESS/FACELESS BLOGS DNI!!!, sacrifice, mentions of religious themes (kinda? idk), implied kidnapping, tied up, mentions of murder + death + corpses + blood (obviously), implied deliberate massacre, GORE [via decapitated head], minor character deaths, manipulation, yandere, size difference, monster fucking, consent, gentle to rough, public, clothed, marking, groping, nipple + clit play, oral [f receiving], cunninglingus, fingering, praise, multi orgasm [f], overstimulation, squirting, petnames [dear, darling, love, good girl], implied multi rounds.

wordcount: 3.0k holy shit, my longest fic yet

note 1: my application for the honeymoon avenue: the beach episode! by @crybabycrisis a.k.a my 1st collab piece in this new blog <3 and special thanks to @karamfilmare for beta reading <3 thank you, moni !

note 2: this is heavily inspired by the games; subnautica, subnautica: below zero, and shadow of colossus !

note 3: ironically despite the cws, the actual smut part is admittedly quite vanilla.

Today was warm and bright.

The Sun beamed brilliantly as you basked in its heat, breathing in the distinct scent of the air instead of the accustomed whiff of the chilly weather. Several eyes bore into your direction, and those within hearing range spoke in hushed tones to themselves, either completely ignorant of the fact or purposely doing so.

Call it a hunch or instinct, but you are always most certain you are the subject of their sneaky glances and hush whispers. Especially whenever you are accompanied by the villager's Elders, their gazes harden. As much as they try their best to hide it behind their fake innocent smiles— you knew they were telling gossip about you.

Rumors of this caliber quickly spread like wildfire around your close-knit community. In every community, there was always a person that spoke behind closed doors, and that person was… her.

(R/N) disliked you. She openly admitted it to a fellow villager behind your back whenever she thought you weren't listening. Perhaps, she even hated you for being favored by the Elders. Perhaps, she despises how you were exempt from the physical labors because of it. Therefore, she was the perfect person to get information on the ruckus earlier.

So, you wait…

Spending the rest of the afternoon in your hut, face buried in a book after cleaning the tiny space. The constant ticking of the clock on your wall mildly reminded you of how much time has passed. You remain seated in your lounge, waiting for the surroundings to darken like you've always had – this time to sneak out to gather intel instead of visiting your boyfriend.

You expertly stepped out of your hut without a sound, heading towards a specific location. The skies were littered with a veil of clouds, making it easier to creep up to your destination: the Leader's hut, where the adults have their meetings at midnight. The bushes gave you plenty of cover to stand near an open window as you listened in to (R/N) carelessly informing the Council about the severe problems caused by the God in the sea.

You knew of the God who resides in the sea. Colossal Emperor, as they call it. You've heard stories from the Elders of its large stature and how it can cause rainstorms every time it resurfaces above the sea. You found the tale intriguing, as terrifying as it might sound to a child and the other village folks. You'd always visit the beach where the said God surfaces, hoping to catch a glimpse when it does.

You shook your head, trying to focus on the task at hand. "There's only one way to stop these constant rainstorms, and I suggest we bring an offer." She proposed.

"We can't. We have limited cattle and crops." Countered by another.

"How about a human sacrifice?"

"That's inhumane! Everyone has a role in this village—"

"Besides one." Everyone fell silent, and you immediately knew who she was referring to. "She hasn't contributed to this village like the rest of us have. She served this village for no purposes besides entertaining the Elders."

What she said was the truth. Although, advantages were keeping the Elders company, such as being favored by them and being exempted from physical labor. They were not the ones in charge of this village's community. It was the Council and their Leader, Irihata Nobuteru.

"I agree with bringing an offering for the Colossal Emperor, but," Irihata started, "we mustn't stain our hands with murder." The rest of the Council agreed with the Leader's statement, and there was a slight pause before he broke it. "How about we vote on which approach we should proceed with?"

"Who votes for bringing an offering such as food, cattle, and so? Please raise your hands." Several hands raised their hands, but it was clear that the majority would vote for the next option. "Since the majority didn't raise their hands, is it safe to assume that everybody agreed to offer a living human?" Everyone nodded.

"Let us hope this sacrifice will suffice. We can't afford another rainstorm if this fails." With that, they ended the meeting right there and then.

The following morning came, and two women from the Council were in front of you. It was really quite a sight to behold, watching them squirm and stutter at your front door as they attempt to explain your circumstances that you already knew. The shame and guilt on their faces bring you slight solace for your own sake. You didn't dare interrupt them nor ask for an explanation— you were sure they'd give you pointed and disapproving looks.

The whole village knew you were orphaned, which is why you were close to the Elders, as they were the ones who raised you as their own. Additionally, they knew you didn't have any lover they knew of – making you the perfect sacrifice to offer for the Colossal Emperor.

"… when?" You simply ask, looking down at the ground as you clenched your hands into fists while trembling slightly. A mix of emotions swirled through you: sadness, confusion, frustration, hopelessness, and… rage.

"Tonight, at sunrise." You nodded sadly in understanding before closing the door with a soft thud as you slid down against the door with your hands on your face. You knew it would eventually come to this – it was in a human's nature, after all. To simply discard those who aren't helpful to them. You just didn't know; it would be this quick for them to throw you away.

You spend your morning reflecting on your time here at the village, reliving the memories you shared with the Elders. In the afternoon, you visit them and say your goodbyes after informing them of your fate. These people were the ones who became your parents and family, especially Granny Aoi. You decided to stay there, giving them one last memory before you ultimately disappear from the village and their lives.

Night came faster than you anticipated, and you quickly sneaked out of the Elder's hut when they least expected before walking towards the Leader's hut and knocking on his door. He opened the door, revealing his relatively short yet large build.

"Yes?"

"Just in case, can you promise me that you'll evacuate the Elders and children, taking them as far away as possible?" Your abrupt request seemed to have taken him by surprise. It was unexpected. "This is my only condition."

Irihata reluctantly agreed to your favor, and you left him be for the night. This interaction, however, gave him an unsettling feeling in his gut. It was… as if you knew something that he doesn't, and he can't seem to pinpoint it. Your words stay with him, haunting him until he finally gives in. Irihata woke the Elders and children, telling them to leave the village immediately and to hide in a large cave within the forest until further notice.

Meanwhile, you walked down the beach to visit your boyfriend. This was located underneath a cliff just a few miles away from the village. The Elders have always warned you to avoid that cliff as the Colossal Emperor is said to snatch unsuspecting people there whenever he resurfaces. Yet, he never appears whenever you are there.

But you did meet him there whom you've met purely by chance. It was at night during one of the rainstorms that the said God would cause, and yet, you didn't see a towering monster – what you saw was a man in the water, staring off at the cloudy skies above. You learned that his name was Matsukawa Issei. You're not exactly sure what drew you to him in the first place – he was mysterious and brooding from a distance. Still, with you, he was easy-going and always managed to make you laugh somehow.

A smile forms on your lips as you spot him leaning against the edge of the docks with his lower half submerged in water. "Is it finally the day, my dear?" He asks with a toothy grin when you reach him, and you give a grin of your own in return.

"Indeed, it is, my love."

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The cold rain breeze made you shiver as you woke up, tied up on a wooden post that was promptly embedded into the ground. The rain trickled heavily, covering your surroundings in a thick mist. Despite this, you can still trace multiple silhouettes in front of you. Besides the crashing waves beneath you and the loud rain pouring, you could still make out a… prayer?

In your stunned state, it sounded almost like a ritual. But before you could recover from your daze – the post you were tied to suddenly spun around, knocking the air out of your lungs as you gasped in horror when you faced the cliff edge. The uneasiness in your stomach grows as you stare at your fate.

Will this be the end? Will this really be how I leave this cruel world by being sacrificed to a God I don't believe in?

A sting of pain on your palm managed to bring you back to reality – a warm liquid dripped down from your hand. You could almost whiff the scent of blood through the overpowering combined smell of the earthy soils of the forest nearby and the briny waters of the sea below.

Then, you and your companions hear the sounds of water splashing on the rocks underneath and accompanied by a low roar. Your heart almost jumped out of your chest as you came face-to-face with the humongous anomaly.

"Oh, Colossal Emperor, please accept this humble offering from us, and in exchange, would you be so kind as to ease these rainstorms?"

The creature brought up a clawed limb, tearing through your bindings, before picking you up in its hand and staring at you. The villagers below rejoiced by God's acceptance of their offering; however, they soon realized that the storm wasn't easing away.

Confusion was written on their faces as they watched the Colossal Emperor open its hand and see you stand on its palm with a triumphant smile. Their confusion slowly turns into fear as it lets out a deep growl when it inspects your wounded hand.

You dared lay a finger on her?

It spoke telepathically in their minds. The voice sounded of a male human with a deep and alluring tone. They could also hear the low rumbling noise from its throat as it raises itself more, showing its proper height to the people.

"We've offered you a sacrifice!" A council refuted.

It clicked its tongue. You hurt her.

"It was necessary!"

Was it? It chuckles darkly. How foolish of you to think I control these storms when I simply emerge when it happens? It paused for a second, letting its words sink in. A shame, really. You all could've lived but

Anyone that touches what's mine is punishable… by death.

The rain had ceased, and the sunlight shone brightly through the cracks of the clouds in the sky. There you were in your soaked and mud-covered white dress, standing eerily still at the center of bloodied corpses of the adults and former Council members – except one. You crouched down to Irihata's eye level, his blood-covered body trembled as he stared at (R/N) 's decapitated head at the front of his feet.

"Why?" He asked desperately and almost pathetically in a hoarse tone while looking up at you. You saw the immersed feelings of suffering and anguish in his eyes that were practically eating him alive.

You offer him a kind smile, making him almost forget the whole ordeal. "Because you deserved it, leader."

"For you, death is a mercy you aren't entitled to."

Again, your words echoed in his mind. A forever reminder of his failure to protect his people who were with him as he watched your retreating figure, leaving him there to wallow in his thoughts. You were practically glowing in excitement as you walked back toward your lover at the idea of your new lives together.

He again lowers his palm to the ground, just enough for you to climb onto it. Lifting it up to stare at each other, wordlessly communicating before slowly pushing his torso off the cliff, preparing to take his leave with you.

"Wait!" Irihata yelled, running to the cliff's edge and hoping to catch up on you before you left. But he was too late, both of you – you and the Colossal Emperor vanished with a massive splash before he could even reach the edge.

You two quickly arrived at your stop, just as hasty as you left. Matsukawa settles you down on a beach shore after roughly dragging you underwater. The wet smooth gritty sand beneath you clang onto your bare feet and in its crevasses, making you cringe at the contact before it was washed away by the tide.

"We make a pretty good team, don't we?" You turn to face him, mirroring his twisted grin. "I still can't believe it worked." Although still towering over you like a predator, his current form resembles a human-sized scale and height

This, whichever form he took – either his monster form or his humanoid form, was the man you fell madly in love with and would do anything for him— even dirtying your hands with blood.

"You doubted me?" You gasped dramatically and playfully at his reaction, arching a brow in amusement. He shakes his head while chuckling, making you join him promptly afterward.

"No. Of course not, dear." He starts, "I didn't think it would be this easy. It went just as you told me, step-by-step and bit-by-bit."

The early events were all a part of your plan. It started with a misunderstanding about being exempted from physical labor— you weren't, never was, and never will be. However, you planted a seed of doubt in them by letting them think that you are, and they fell right through your trap. The rest you predicted in due time, planting more lies to grow their hatred and pettiness towards you until it ultimately led to their demise.

Your thoughts are interrupted by his excellent hands cupping your face, making you look up and into his dark-colored eyes— only to be taken aback at the rare display of raw emotions: a mixture of adoration and devotion swelling in his eyes. Unable to look away, you watch him glance between you and your lips.

"May I?" You nodded, and his lips captured yours immediately, making you melt into him. The little, breathy sounds you made were driving him to his limit. He so desperately wants you. Teeth grazing slightly on your bottom lip as he sucks on it, fingers twined into your hair and clenching into a fist, tugging on it slightly and earning an airy gasp from you.

When you part with your lips, Matsukawa instantly shoves his tongue down onto you and expertly explores your mouth for the first time. You pull him closer, removing the little distance between you and him. You found yourself snaking your arms around his neck as his tentacles wrapped around your legs, effectively trapping you.

Matsukawa hurriedly untangles his tentacles around you, lifting you up in his arms with your legs securely hooked around his waist before carrying you over to a rock near the shoreline. He gingerly places you on the rather large flat surface. Goosebumps ghost on your skin upon contact with the rock's cool and smooth texture as he grinds his slightly opened cloaca against your clothed sex.

You whimper into the kiss before pulling away and looking up into his eyes with uncertainty and desire as he peers down at you. "You do not need to worry. Just relax, leave everything to me… Let me take care of you." He says, brushing away a stray strand of hair from your face and pressing soft kisses all over it.

He starts rubbing your shoulders and arms just as you like it, making you relax and sensitive at his touch. You feel an unfamiliar writhing appendage slipped inside your dress, tugging at the collar and revealing your breasts to your lover while another pair grabbed your ankles, spreading your legs more to him. At the same time, he continues to hump against you.

His lips are now on your neck, kissing, licking, sucking, and marking it with love bites. "Mine." Matsukawa said possessively, his lips trailing down as two tentacles groped your now exposed breasts with their suckers, pinching and tugging your nipples.

A gasp ripped from your throat as two more of his tendrils pried your legs apart by your ankles, making your dress hiked up to your hips. Exposing your soaked underwear to your lover's eyes for the first time. Another large one slithered around your waist, keeping you still, while a smaller one pushed your panties to the side.

Instantly, his mouth attaches itself to your dripping cunt, lapping and sucking like a starved man without a care. So pussy drunk on making sure your pussy is fully coated in his saliva. At the same time, he crudely groans, the vibrations shaking you to your core. His only focus is on you, the way you keen and writhe beneath him. Not caring about how obscenely drenched your pussy gets or how roughly you tug on the curly locks of his, practically living for it. "Such a pretty hole… So delectable." Heat rushes throughout your body as he mumbles praise after praise, making you forget your worries and nervousness. And only focus on the newfound pleasure you are experiencing.

His lips moved to your clit, sucking with his tongue. Flicking and twirling around the sensitive nerve, he plunged two fingers inside your entrance, slowly stretching you out. You were already pulsing around him while you let out unfiltered moans, whimpering as he touched every sensitive spot of your gummy walls. He felt you spasm, warning him of your climax. It only takes a few more thrusts to send you over the edge.

But he doesn't stop. Matsukawa continues ripping through orgasm and orgasm, again and again from you. It wasn't until you squirt from overstimulation that he pulled away reluctantly with what little resolved left in him. His longing eyes peer down to see your eyes half shut, your mouth open with drool on the corner of your lips.

"Don't fall asleep now. I'm not done with you yet."

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