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educatedsimps · 16 days

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Can I pls request a boyfriend hc for Mattsun? 🥺🤲 one where it’s longterm like, highschool to waaaay into adulthood type of longterm.

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mastukawa issei x f!reader

a/n: when i tell you i squealed reading this request ✋😭 THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING ANON! AND YES BAE I’M WRITING THIS just a word of warning tho, i’ve never written for mattsun before so i had to do a little research, hope i didn’t mess up his character 🤧 anyway i hope u like this! and thanku for reading :)

cw: i may or may not have gotten carried away, f!reader, timeskip spoilers, established rls, tooth-rotting fluff

how you got together:

probably met him in your first year of high school, and got together after becoming really close friends

you made friends with hanamaki first because you were classmates, then one day he invited you to study together with his friends and that's when he introduced you to mattsun

you realised you shared a lot of classes with mattsun and you just clicked once you started talking

of course, you got acquainted with oikawa and iwaizumi as well

you had a group chat with makki and mattsun, and the latter often texted you after school and after practice

you had similar interests and music tastes and stuff (and of course enjoyed teasing oikawa together)

you and mattsun also started studying together (probably tutored each other in some subjects too)

the both of you started catching feelings as you grew closer and by the time you were halfway through your second year, the two of you had FATTEST crushes on each other bUT NEITHER OF YOU DID ANYTHING ABOUT IT AHJKDHSK i swear it pissed your friends off so much

anyway, makki and oikawa made a bet with mattsun in year 2, in which mattsun would have to confess to you if they didn't make it to nationals that year

iwaizumi told them to cut it out (they didn't listen)

oikawa knew mattsun wouldn't want to jeopardise his friendship with you by confessing, so he used that as an incentive for mattsun to train more LOL oikawa's actually evil

but they lost to shiratorizawa anyway so mattsun had to confess to you

he went to your class during lunch the very next day with a small bouquet of flowers and a note

he wanted to just leave it on your table and leave before anyone saw him, but you just HAD to walk in right at that moment

"what's that?" "...it's for makki" "then why is it on my table, issei?" "...because makki likes to sit at your table" "but makki's not even in this class"

anyway he ended up with the girl of his dreams that day and now he's secretly glad seijoh lost that game lol

you graduated together after dating for 1.5 years, and took a really beautiful grad photo together (he had the absolute biggest smile on his face, even makki had never seen him smile that wide before)

there was one photo with his friends in the background cheering as he bashfully gave you a kiss on your cheek (YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE MY HEART IS ABOUT TO EXPLODE)

you also had a ton of photos photobombed by oikawa and makki in the background - and a few more taken when iwaizumi was dragging them out of the frame by their ears

dates with him:

he brought you out to dinner for your first date

he listened to oikawa's advice to take you to dinner because "girl's like the classics" and since oikawa was the only one in the team who had had a girlfriend before, mattsun decided that maybe he had a point

iwaizumi reminded him that oikawa got dumped his girlfriend but anyway-

it was a decent, slightly fancy restaurant in the city area and yes, he insisted on paying (he's been spoiling you from the very start)

he also got all dressed up for it - and i mean, suit, pants, flowers and everything

he was blushing the whole time

after that, you guys started going on different types of dates, depending on whether you're more of an extrovert or an introvert

dates include going on picnics, going to the arcade, movies, night markets and festivals, aquarium, museum, etc.

def a ton of home dates too - ordering food and doing skincare together or just cuddling

as broke highschool kids, you probably went to less expensive places, except for the occasional event, eg. after major exams, on you birthdays, your anniversary, after winning a game, etc.

lots of cheap after-school lunch dates though

milestones together:

you were each other's firsts, so you both lowkey didn't know what you were doing but you learned together

probably had your first major argument/conflict/disagreement after about half a year of dating? but you learned to resolve it in a healthy way pretty quickly

if you're not a confrontational person, then mattsun was probably the one who initiated the conversation after the argument

he probably cycled to your house in the evening just to apologise to you and talked things out

he can be a little blunt sometimes so resolving conflicts with him are usually very direct

after that, you slowly learned from each other's habits and signs and rarely get into heated arguments anymore because you know how to resolve conflicts peacefully through ✨communication✨

it was a pretty important milestone when you first met each other's families/parents, which was about a few months after dating

your parents knew you guys were friends first but had never met him until you started dating

he's a pretty nonchalant guy but meeting your parents for the first time was probably one of the most nerve-wracking moments in his life (i think it's a universal experience)

they love him tho

if you have any really young siblings or cousins, they'd probably use him as a free climbing activity

he has an older sister and a younger brother and they absolutely ADORE you

like from the moment issei introduced you to them, they were like "ISSEI WE WANT THIS ONE"

moving in together during or after college

you guys were one of the cutest campus couples like your relationship was the PEAK of all college relationships

like EVERYBODY wanted a relationship like yours and mattsun's

the little things:

he looks like his love language is gift-giving, followed by quality time but that's just my opinion

so you can expect lots of little gifts from him

he also always initiates a lot of dates because he wants to spend time with you

walks you home every chance he gets

ALSO FLOWERS

in high school he'd pick flowers from the school garden and give them to you, he'd either visit your classroom during break or give it to you when he sees you in the hallway or even between classes

probably pissed off the school gardener once for picking too many flowers but they became good friends and now mattsun always gets fresh flowers for you

idk why but this man gives "he'd get you flowers every time he passes by a flower shop bc 'why not'" vibes

mattsun would 100% match outfits with you on a date "just for the aesthetic"

mattsun in a black turtle neck, jacket, a thin silver chain, more flowers, and a fancy restaurant for a date

he'd probably make a spotify playlist for you, either of songs that remind him of you or of songs that are special to both of you

he would carry your bag for you when you go out, even if you insist that it's not heavy, doesn't matter how feminine it is, he'd gladly carry it on one side while holding your hand on the other side

you send tiktoks to each other every day (and by that i mean A LOT of tiktoks) and he watches every single one that you send him and he always replies to them. either with an emoji or a short reply, he just wants you to know he enjoys your tiktoks

will send you every "send this to the prettiest girl you know" tiktok he comes across (which is also very often)

takes candid photos of you when you're not paying attention, probably has one as his lockscreen too

post-timeskip hcs:

you're close to the seijoh 4 and hang out with them almost every time they meet up

and since you're mattsun's +1 who's been around them since high school, you're invested in the other guys' love lives too

sometimes you and mattsun try to set them up with people for your own entertainment to help them out a lil

you and mattsun are like a package deal, if you're invited to something, he's coming with and vice versa

you and mattsun would probably ditch an event together once you're tired or sick of it

you probably saved all the dried petals from all the flowers he's given to you over the years and got your wedding guests to throw them as you walked down the aisle together (you saw someone do this on tiktok and when you told him after the ceremony he actually cried)

if you guys own a car, you would probably take turns driving the car every day and drop off / pick up the other from work

if you don't then you'd meet at a bus or train station nearby and head home together every day

the two of you would 100% take naps on the bus or train together with earphones in

since he works in a funeral home, i feel like he'd have tons of flowers at his workplace, so sometimes he'll take a few home for you

either that or he knows the best flower shops in town and he'll often pick up a bouquet on the way home

also tells you stories from his work

a/n: ok i'm out of brain juice for this one but i hope you liked it! i hope i didn't write him too ooc too 😭

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rensukei · 1 year

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nsfw 18+ (soft!dom x reader, fingering, daddy kink)

sweet men who baby you—who give you the most precious princess treatment; who call you angel and sweetheart, handling you and treating you as if you're a fine piece of glass just waiting to be shattered. they love taking care of you, love indulging in your hobbies and letting you get next to everything you want. they love seeing your pretty little dainty fingernails polished with the lightest pink you could find on the rack, matching with the small accents on your phone.

these are the same men who drill their fingers into your tight little cunt as tears fall down your cheeks, whines of his name and pleas for him to stop or slow down tumbling out from your kiss-swollen lips because it's all too much as he litters your neck with marks. these are the same men who won't do anything more than mess with your swollen clit until you tell him exactly what you want, tied together with a sweet "please" at the end of your strangled request.

sweet men who talk you through it, phrases such as "i know baby, it's okay" and "be a sweet girl and cum on daddy's cock, yeah?" being ones you know all too well as he pulls yet another orgasm out from your pretty pussy.

shouta aizawa, issei mastukawa, gojo satoru, kaeya alberich, ayato kamisato, sero hanta, kuroo tetsurou

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introloves · 4 years

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Could u write something filthy about sugar daddy!issei with a gf that has bigger thighs something about spoiling her to death with everything cos it turns him on and it ends in nasty sex cos some other women tried to hit on him and he kinda wanted to show his gf off snowndis ♡♡

this made me incredibly horny for issei, i luv him, also this got rly long 😩😩 ;

public gropping + issei throws you around a little + bratty! reader + f! reader + soft dom! issei + spanking + creampie + forced orgasms + jealousy + sugar daddy! issei + he calls reader puppy nd pups <3

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it made your blood boil. seeing someone lean up on issei like that had you seething.

it was irrational, he had thrown this party for you, to celebrate you, and now here this person was trying to take that spotlight away from you.

the only calming factor in all of this was the fact that he had leaned back, putting space between their bodies, he scanned the bunches of people in search of you, it made you smile.

he was yours, you were the one adorned in the golden necklace with his name in cursive, not them and not anyone else.

he made his way to you, eyes watching your form. he loved the way the dress he had bought you looked, those thighs of yours looked killer, he wanted nothing more than to take them in his hands and give them a squeeze. but that could wait until everyone invited left.

“you enjoying yourself puppy?”

you shrugged, still feeling the nasty sting of jealousy.

mattsun sighed, he had hoped you hadn’t seen that. he could give you the whole world, but if you were upset he’d go above and beyond that to make you happy.

was it enabling it? yeah, but he’d be a big liar if he didn’t like looking for your approval. he just wanted to spoil you with everything he had, nothing was out of reach for you with him.

“no don’t be like that. cmon, you know i can’t do anything if people throw themselves at me.” he said, pulling you by your hips to meet his own, his hand roaming your ass freely. as if you weren’t standing in the middle of your living room, surrounded by friends.

“yes you can.” you snapped at him, but it didn’t have any bite, you sounded more whiny than anything, but it surely got your point across.

“oh?” he inquired, eyebrows raising, this was a real dangerous game you were playing with him, issei wasn’t above fucking you infront of all your friends.

but your eyes challenged him, asking him, begging him to do something.

you wanted him to let everyone know that he was yours and you were his.

and who was he to deny you of what you wanted.

issei picked you up, his hands finally finding purchase on your thighs, his fingers indenting the fat that was there.

you squeaked out a noise of surprise, immediatly wrapping your arms around his neck for support.

“i’m going to fuck you real good.” he purred, loud and clear, everyone watching now shifting in uncomfortable energy.

you don’t know who moved first, mastukawa or everyone else.

but you made sure to keep eyes on the one who had leaned into him, satisfied with the mortified and bitter look on their face.

he took you to your shared room, making sure to place you down with care.

you sighed in contentment, arms open to receive your boyfriend.

he molded himself to you, hands catching your thighs to hitch you higher onto the bed.

no matter what it seemed like they always found purchase there, he simply refused to let them go unattended for long.

“you wearing those garters i bought for you?” issei questioned, and you giggled.

“see for yourself.”

and he did, he took the hem of your dress and pulled.

the poor straps that held it up stood no chance, and with some more tugging he had slipped it off of you.

there was a noise of appreciation rumbling deep in his chest when he saw that you were in fact wearing the garters he had brought you. they fit snuggly, digging into your thighs, it made them look plush and good enough to eat.

“fuck, your thighs look so good puppy.” he hissed, he was hard in seconds.

with no warning, he flipped you around, splaying you on your tummy, he propped you up on your knees, and with yet another tug the underwear that was strapped to them came off completely.

“i’m going to keep these on, cause you look damn good in them. but everything else goes.”

with a shaky voice, you simply answered with an, “okay.”

the sound of his belt unbuckling and the shifting of the bed had you shaking, just waiting for him to sink his cock into you.

it excited you how well you knew he was going to fuck you.

“you don’t need me to prep you right? this little cunts always so ready for me.”

you nodded enthusiastically, clutching the bedsheets as he pressed his head into your folds, gathering what he could of your arousal to coat it.

when he finally sunk into you, he began with merciless thrusts. he wanted you to scream out his name, he wanted anyone who had stayed to hear you shake the walls with your wails.

and you did, the way his hips bounced you further up the bed was testament to how hard he was going.

there was no mercy for you tonight, it was fine that you wanted to be greedy, he didn’t mind the possessive attitude you had over him, he was just going to remind you that he was the one who would always fuck your cunt.

“your pussys mine.” he grunted against your cries,

“you can have whatever you want, i’ll buy you whatever you want. but this little cunt is mine.”

his words had you quiet now, you were mumbling out compliant little noises, letting him know that you agreed, that whatever he said was true.

with the way you were sucking him back in everytime he pulled out it let him know how much his words affected you.

he knew you liked being marked as his, the cute little gold chain he had brought you was enough to know that as truth.

seeing you at the precipice of an orgasm, he brought his hand to your back and pushed down, finding leverage to swing his hips harder.

you grunted with the pressure, if he pressed just a little bit more he would be in total control of you, from your orgasm to your breathing.

“i’m going to give you ten seconds to cum, pups, or else you’re not getting any all night.”

you practically sobbed at his words, shutting your eyes tight you just tightened up, it wasn’t hard for you to cum, at this point you were glad he gave you the extra push.

with tremors wracking your body, you gushed down onto him, it soaked you, the bed and his thighs.

you clamping down on him made it hard to move, it was a hot vice grip, it choked him up feeling you go this rigid. the room spun, he didn’t know how else to hold off on his own orgasm, your body felt like it was built for him.

“god! issei please cum inside me please.” you wailed, his arms came down to trap you into the bed even more, he came down to kiss your shoulders, letting you know that, like always, you were going to get what you wanted.

issei lifted himself up, grabbing the chain that he could see adorning your neck, pulling it to pull you as well.

he did it without thinking, it was a constant reminder of how you were his, and in the moment of heat he wanted to brand it onto your skin.

hissing with the pain, you complied, torso lifting up to meet his own.

he still held on to it, pulling it taught against your throat, it dug into you slightly.

“tell me you’re mine.” issei grunted.

“i’m yours.” you echoed, he tugged more. not satisfied with it.

“louder.”

“fuck! i’m yours issei! i belong to you! only you!”

and that was enough.

the poor chain snapped under the pressure, he let it fall to the bed, moving instead to hold on to your hips.

with how sensitive you were, you could feel the way he throbbed inside you, the warmth of his cum following soon enough. it made you tremble, you could do nothing more than squeeze your eyes at the feeling.

there was so much of it, it seeped out with every rocking of him, it was sticky and nasty against the tender skin of your thighs, but the heaviness of it felt good inside you.

“you happy now puppy?” mastukawa questioned, not daring to remove himself from you just yet.

“you broke my necklace.” you whined, pouting.

he chuckled,

“i’ll just buy you another.”

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trimisu · 3 years

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Aoba Johsai Stroll! (Seijoh's 3rd years x Reader)

Summary: After witnessing your actions while on a call, how does the 3rd years of Seijoh act when they are talking over the phone?

Contain/s: none

A/n: Another jujutsu stroll Haikyuu ver.! It's so fun to do this stuffs, though this one a little tough 'cuz I still mixed up Hanamaki and Matsukawa! Haha, anyways, press F to pay respects on Oikawa's phone.

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"Yes, yeah, I understand! I'm so sorry," You unconsciously bow 45 degrees as you apologize over the phone. Finally, with a sigh, you ended the call, "Sorry, that's my sib– huh? what's wrong?" You saw the 3rd years stare at you with perplexed looks.

"You bow while on the phone?" Hanamaki asked while the 3 third-years blinks at you, still baffled at your actions earlier.

You let out a lighthearted chuckle, "Well, it's just, you know, I get so wrapped up in the feeling of 'I'm in a call' that I tend to bow..." It was Matsukawa's turn to become confused.

"Hu–"

"I understand what you mean (N/n)-chan," he rubs his chin with his index finger and thumb slightly, "It's like hurting your neck several times while depilating your ingrown hair!"

The group went silent for a moment before you speak up, "Oikawa, have you ever depilate your ingrown hairs before?"

"Nope, but my sister has! She said that it hurts her pores so much."

'Is that really the same?' Mastukawa thought he sweat drops at his captain.

"Speaking of which, I remember that Iwaizumi's often irritated when he's on the phone," Hanamaki looked at Iwaizumi, who already has an annoyed look on his face.

"That's because of Shittykawa, not the phone," The chocolate-haired captain gasped at his best friend's statement.

"Eh?! What did I do to make you irritable?!"

"Everything! Just by seeing your name at the caller's ID already made me annoyed before answering!" You chuckled softly at the interaction of the ace and the captain. You did quickly manage to stop Iwaizumi before he does something bad to Oikawa.

"Anyways, I remember that you often walk around when you're on the phone, Hanamaki," Matsukawa said, earning a nod at the pinkish-brown-haired boy.

You listened to the conversation for a bit, you began to clasp your hands together, suddenly earned an idea, "Ah! Speaking of phones," the third years looked at you as you placed your phone between your ear and shoulder, "Can you all stay on a call while holding the phone against your shoulder?"

"Pfft! Of course! Why'd you ask such obvious question, (N/n)-chan?" Oikawa scoffed at you playfully.

"Just try it!"

You watched Mastukawa and Hanamaki cautiously placed their phones against their shoulders, which they successfully stay. Then, you turned to Iwaizumi who's doing the same thing, and also ended with the same result.

You turned to Oikawa and watched him placed his phone against his shoulder. The phone stayed, making a graceful smile creeping on his pretty face.

"Ni–" you were cut off by Oikawa's phone slipping off his shoulder, obtaining a gasp from all of you.

Oikawa was also shocked at what happened. He watched his precious phone fall onto the hard concrete in slow motion. And by the time the phone hit the concrete, the screen cracked, gaining a loud shriek of terror out of the captain's mouth.

"MY PHOOOONEE!!"

You and the rest of the third years watched him sobbing over his now cracked phone. You, Matsukawa, and Hanamaki thought of the same thing, 'rest in peace Oikawa's phone...'

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hawks-supremacy · 3 years

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In Your Shadow

Summary: Living life in your brother’s shadow wasn’t fun, it was quite the opposite actually.

Pairings: None? Iwaizumi x Reader at the very end.

Warnings: Swearing, angst?

Genre: Mostly angst, fluff at the end

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Being the younger sister of Oikawa Tooru has never been easy. People worship the ground he walks on and barely even notice you’re there. Even as kids people always saw him as the pretty athletic one and you were the nerdy one who didn’t want to join a sport or club. It didn’t matter if you two practically looked like twins, he would always be the prettier one. You think it’s because he’s the star of the volleyball team while you just sat on the sidelines observing but never cheering. You were used to people using you to get close to him. Granted you didn’t realize that it was happening until you were in middle school when your friends always wanted to hangout at your place and never theirs. You were never included in plans unless they were taking place at your house. Only when your brother was home. People pretended they liked you just so they could get closer to Tooru. It was a constant cycle of this, you didn’t mind. Rather wanting to be surrounded by fake friends than have no one. Sure it hurt but you could never be mad at Tooru, he wasn’t to blame. He didn’t know he was the reason why you had new friends every month, the new ones somehow faker than the last. You kept a smile on saying you understood when people told you they didn’t want to hangout anymore.

You were never mad at Tooru, even as kids. You were never mad at the fact that your parents always forgot about your dance recitals as a kid because they would rather attend his Volleyball games. You didn’t get mad when your parents didn’t buy you new ballet shoes because they just bought a Volleyball net for Tooru to practice at home. You didn’t get mad when you told your dance teacher you were quitting dance. You didn’t get mad as you walked home as you cried because your parents forgot to pick you up from your last dance class that day.

You decided to finally join the art club during your first year, trying something for yourself. Deciding that Aoba Johsai was going to be different than when you were a kid and in middle school. You didn’t get mad when you sat surrounded by your art projects long after the art showing had been done. You didn’t get mad that your parents hadn’t shown up instead deciding to go to a practice match your brother was having with another school. You didn’t get mad as you watched them exit the school with your brother forgetting you were still at the school. You didn’t get mad because Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, and Hanamaki had shown up and complimented your work. You didn’t get mad as you cried as they pulled you into a hug offering to walk you home. You weren’t mad as you quit the art club to become the volleyball team manager instead.

You could never be mad at your brother. Not even when you started receiving his confession notes in your locker during your first year at Aoba Johsai. The false hope that filled your heart when the letter fell from your locker quickly shattered when you realized it was for Tooru. You still couldn’t bring yourself to blame him as you tucked the fifteenth love letter for Tooru in one week into the quickly growing pile at the corner of your locker. Not getting mad when one was finally addressed to you but it was someone wanting you to put in a good word for them and thought you would only talk to them if you had thought you were getting confessed to.

You couldn’t get mad when he took the first real friends from you. Telling you that you couldn’t hang out with him and his friends because they were only his friends and not yours. So you stopped hanging out with Mastukawa and Hanamaki going back to the friends who never wanted to get to know you. You stopped hanging out with the only people who ever bothered to learn your favorite color.

You didn’t get mad when his fangirls stopped you from going into the gym during his practice. You didn’t get mad when you cried after they hurled insults at you comparing you to Tooru. You didn’t get mad when you asked him to tell them to stop coming up to you and he told you they were harmless. You didn't get mad because you didn’t tell him why you wanted them to stop.

You never got mad at Tooru. You didn’t even get mad when he yelled at you for making his fangirls cry. They just wanted to support him after all. So you ignored them during the day, only letting their harsh words sink in at night.

You didn’t get mad at Tooru when he sternly told you the Iwaizumi was off limits because he was his best friend because he had caught you staring at the ace for a second too long. You didn’t get mad as you decided to push the feelings down, trying hard to not let them resurface. You weren’t mad at Tooru when Iwaizumi had started questioning why you had grown distant from him, Matsun and Maki.

You couldn’t get mad at Tooru. Not even if you tried, because at the end of the day it was your fault. Maybe it could’ve been stopped if you had told Tooru. If you told him what was going on. Told him he was the reason you quit dance and art. Told him he was the reason you never really had any friends. Told him his fangirls were harsh and cold towards you. Told him that Matsun and Hanamaki were your first real friends. However, you never told him. So you had no right to get mad at him, only at yourself.

You broke when one of his fangirls pushed you too far. Pulling on your hair causing you to fall and scrape your arm. You broke when he yelled at you for fighting back. You broke when he yelled at you when he caught Iwaizumi cleaning and helping bandage the deep scrape on your arm. You broke when he took Iwaizumi and silently left to go to practice. You broke when you saw how sorry Iwaizumi looked as your brother dragged him away from you. You were finally mad at Tooru.

You were mad as you angrily swiped at your face hoping to get rid of the tears. You were mad as you went to your locker and grabbed the bundle of confession notes that people had wanted you to give to him but you never did. You were mad when you harshly shoved his fangirls out of your way to the gym. You were mad as you shoved open the doors. You were mad as you walked up to Tooru, the whole gym staring at you. You were mad as you threw the letters at Tooru, watching as they went everywhere. You were mad as you were still crying.

You were mad as you were calmly talking not finding the energy to yell, “Take your fucking letters Tooru. Take your fucking friends. Take your fucking praise. Take our fucking parents. I don’t care anymore. I don’t care that our parents never made time for me. I don’t care that I’ve never had real friends. I don’t care that I’ve never had a genuine connection with anyone. I don’t care that your fangirls were mean to me. I don’t care that you told me to stay away from the only real friends who cared about me. I don’t care. You know what I do care about? You. I care about you and you never cared about me. It’s fucking ridiculous, I’m ridiculous. I cared about someone who didn’t know they were unintentionally hurting me. I cared about someone who couldn’t open their eyes and see how selfish they were being. I don’t care anymore so just take everything Tooru. Just like you already have.”

You were mad that you regretted saying those words. You were mad that you felt bad seeing the look of guilt and hurt on Tooru’s face as Iwaizumi led you out of the gym. You were mad that even as Iwa was wiping away your tears you told him to go make sure Tooru was okay. You were mad at yourself. You shouldn’t have been. You had every right to be mad, just maybe not at Tooru. Be mad at your parents. At the fangirls, at the fake friends you had. Not Tooru. You were still crying when Matsun and Maki took over as Iwaizumi went to go check on Tooru like you had asked. You were still crying when they took you to your favorite diner and bought you your favorite foods.

You were still crying when you finally got home and Tooru hugged you as you walked into the living room. You cried harder when he started apologizing. Apologizing for never noticing you. Never noticing the hurt and trouble you went through just for him. Apologizing for taking your life away from you. Apologizing for always being in the limelight and never giving it to you. You cried when he apologized for taking away your first friends. You cried when he told you you could be friends with them, that he didn’t care. As long as you were happy. You cried when he gave you permission to date Iwaizumi saying the ace had feelings for you too.

You laughed as said person smacked the back of his head. You laughed as you watched them bicker back and forth. You laughed when Matsun and Maki started making bets on who would win the argument this time. You let out a laugh that wasn’t forced for the first time in a while. You smiled genuinely for the first time in the longest time. You were happy that Tooru wasn’t mad at you for yelling at him. Happy that you had real friends. Happy when Iwaizumi asked you out. You were finally happy.

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june-again · 3 years

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BUBBLY

-> MATSUKAWA x GN!READER

Content: AHHHH fluff (~400 words) + no warnings I JUST LKJDSFLISKKJLS

But what am I gonna say

When you make me feel this way?

I just, hmm

Matsukawa Issei made you feel a sort of way that no one else could.

It could have been just because of how incredibly handsome he was. Maybe it was how easy it was to be in his presence, how well he could make you feel comfortable with him. Maybe it was how honest he was.

The sidelong glances, his eyelids lifting enough to get a good look at you and a little smile of understanding showing, which you’d mirror despite your mood.

When he’d stay up with you while you worked, because he argued that his sleep schedule was malleable and he didn’t like seeing you up alone.

The way he’d always make sure you knew you were loved.

Matsukawa made you feel some type of way that ‘love’ didn’t quite describe. It was something softer. Fluffier. Lighter. You were giddy with him. When his arms were around you, it always made you know that things would be okay.

Maybe it was just the way he’d stop to admire you, and smirk and pat your head a little, and then tilt your chin up teasingly, and then kiss your nose, leaving your lips wanting.

It made your fists clench sometimes, just when you looked at him. He was surreal, sometimes. He might sort of be an idiot, he might not always have the energy to match yours. But he was dependable and funny and more than you could ever ask for.

What could you call it? Was love enough to describe the giddiness he gave you?

Love had been thrown at you in ways where it meant the opposite. The words “I love you” had lost meaning.

Except for when he said it. Somehow, when Mastukawa said it, you could feel how much he meant it. And he could tell you understood, from the way your eyes would widen and your mouth would quiver and your hands would shake and you’d finally give him the largest, most genuine smile he could imagine when you said it back.

You couldn’t name your feelings beyond it, but it was deeper than those three words, and you both knew it.

AN: YALL IT’S A BREAKTHROUGH I AM SUDDENLY A SIMP FOR MATSUKAWA LIKE. A LOT A LOTTT (DNDDNNDN THANK YOU WIFE FOR THE REQUEST>TRG<DF MATSUKAWA

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oiikawabii · 4 years

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best of friends

oikawa x fem reader x matsukawa, implied iwaizumi x reader

short thing based on this episode of grand army on netflix that was written while i was on a caffeine high after work, so good luck my reading my guy. i really just wanted to get this out before halloween since it’s been a while since i posted and i wanted to get my writing motivation up

Friends fuck each other all the time. The circumstances only suck when one of them is pining and jealous, and the other two don’t actually care about your well being.

tw and cw: ns//fw, noncon, rape, cannabis, public sex

“So you’re just gonna ignore me all night?” You ask, coming up to Iwaizumi’s side.

He glances at you, but quickly averts his gaze. “What are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about-”

“I thought we had a thing going and now you’re all over my friends all of a sudden?” He interrupts. All night he had to watch you be all cuddly with Oikawa, sitting on his lap and giving him puppy dog eyes, but you made it seem like he was the problem. “I mean, like the least you can do is turn me down.”

A scoff mixed with laughter leaves your mouth. “First of all, you mean our friends. I mean, I’ve been part of this group long enough to be considered their friends right? Second, I just want things to stay normal between us; if they change we all fall out with each other.”

“That’s dumb.”

Your arms swing over his neck and you giggle, “You’re dumb.”

He kisses you. Just a peck, a quick one at that, but he was tempted to do more. Though he wasn’t the one who had to initiate when you start sucking faces with him. Iwaizumi wants to go on, he really does, but he’s so done with your shit.

“I’m not doing this with you tonight.” He says, backing away.

“Iwa,” You whine, reaching out for him but he dodges your hand.

“I’m actually serious this time.”

“Fine, whatever.” You back off and then announce to the others, “I’m gonna go to the restroom. You douches better not leave me here.”

Watching you walk off, Oikawa comes up and pats Iwaizumi on the back. “Trouble in paradise?”

“Fuck off,”

“You gotta chill-”

“Don’t even fucking touch me! It’s not even like that.” He leans away from the touch on his back.

Oikawa snorts. “Yeah, but you were hoping it was gonna be something. You’re so obvious, it’s barely even funny.”

He rolls his eyes. “You love it when she gives you attention. You know, her and I, we’ve actually been-”

“What? Sucking faces?” Oikawa teases. “I mean, I can’t believe you’re hung up on her and still haven’t gotten it in yet. You know how easy she is?”

Iwaizumi knew it was true, though he didn’t like the way it was implied. “Don’t say that about her.”

“She gives it up so easily,” Oikawa laughs. “I got with her! Hell, even Mattsun was able to get with her. If you haven’t been with her yet then maybe, just maybe, it’s because you’re a pussy.”

Iwaizumi's eyes glare at Oikawa and his comment. “No, I’m just not an asshole like you guys.”

“Acting so high and mighty all of a sudden that you’re hung up on one bitch,” Matsukawa comes over and jokes. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

You come back out, walking towards them with a pep in your step. “Alright idiots, let’s get going!” You beam, throwing an arm over Oikawa. “Got your hash pen?”

Oikawa pulls it out of his pocket and hands it to you. “Don’t steal it.” He scolds, watching you take a hit.

“Too late, this is mine for the night.” You take another hit, blowing it into his face and suppressing a giggle, skipping away from him.

“Fucking idiot.” He laughs, chasing you down the sidewalk. When he catches up to you his arms wrap around your body, lifting you up as your feet kick helplessly.

You squeal, holding on tight to him. “Don’t drop me! Don't drop me!” He hoists you up and down, pretending to lose his grip and almost giving you a death scare.

“Hurry up before we miss the taxi!” Matsukawa calls, running towards the nearest stop with a car about to leave in just a few minutes.

The group runs toward it, pushing past the busy people on the sidewalk without even a 'sorry' or an 'excuse me'.

“One of you guys should sit in the front.” You comment.

“No, let’s all squish in here.” Oikawa whines, already taking a seat next to Iwaizumi, who was the first inside. He pulls you in after him, tickling your sides and saying some stupid joke about you being all his. He looks over to Iwaizumi, hand resting on your outer thigh, only earning an annoyed sigh in response. The space between everyone grows smaller as Matsukawa gets in last and slams the door shut.

Matsukawa gives the driver instructions before closing the little window that separates the front and the back.

You lean your body over Oikawa to get a clear look at Iwaizumi. “Hey, can we talk or something?” Your response is him shaking his head. “Come on, don’t be that way.” You try to get comfortable and sit next to him, but Matsukawa pulls you back.

“Get over here, princess. If he doesn’t want you then you got us!”

“You fuckers!” You laugh. “I can’t do shit around you guys.”

Another hit. You cheer, throwing your head back as the smoke leaves your mouth.

“Oh my god, are you about to give Matsukawa a show?” Oikawa jokes.

Just to egg you on further, Matsukawa’s hands rest on your hips to help you from swaying with the car. “No,” You drag. “I would never.”

“Come on, show us some moves.”

“How about you show me yours first?” You jab back, poking at his sides. His body jolts, loudly laughing. “Iwa, where are your moves?” You giggle, tracing a finger down his arm.

“Makki’s already starting to let everyone in for the party, said they were just chilling outside.” Iwaizumi comments.

Matsukawa shrugs. “We’re gonna be late. Fucking traffic!”

You poke at his face, grabbing onto his arm to steady yourself. “Think we should bail? Most of the good stuff might be gone by the time we get there.” He says.

“Dude, no, I’m not bailing on this party tonight.” Oikawa retorts. “Tell him he better save some for us.”

“So you’re just not gonna talk to me now?” You pout.

He stops your hand from swinging in his face. “I’m not not talking to you.”

At this point, you’re slurring. Sometimes you forget how easy it is to get high off of hash, especially as a lightweight. “But you’re not having fun with me anymore, and-”

“Okay, sorry! What, you wanna get on top of me too? Give me a lap dance or something, yeah?” He snaps. “You need any more attention? It’s no problem, let’s go.”

It takes a second for you to register what he said. And when you do, your brows furrow, slapping his chest. “Don’t fucking say shit like that.”

“Chill.” Mattsun snorts, grabbing your hands before you could do more damage.

Oikawa leans over and whispers into his ear. “I promise you, keep acting this way and she definitely won’t be fucking you anytime soon.”

Matsukawa tries to calm you down, running his hand against your cheek, though you can’t easily ignore what Iwaizumi said to you. “You’re so hypocritical, you know? You know how many girls I’ve seen you fuck around with? I mean, let’s just take it back to the girl you fingered in the dirty ramen shop bathroom! And I didn’t say shit, did I? I don’t need you fucking judging me, okay?”

“I’m not judging you babygirl!” Oikawa snickers.

“I get to do whatever I want with you and whoever the fuck I want to do it with! Fuck you, Iwa-chan!” You slur. You take another hit. “I’m just saying, you guys get to do whatever you want; well, so can I.”

His head shakes. “I’m not saying you can’t.”

“But… you are.”

“I’m just saying I don’t need a fucking blunt.”

You lean back surprised by his comment. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he meant by that. “Scoot over a little.” You tell Oikawa, swinging your legs over Mattsun’s lap and pressing his face between both your hands. You laugh a little, hips grinding into his before pressing your lips onto his.

There’s a loud chuckle from Oikawa as he drums on your back. “Oh shit! Holy fuck!” He takes out his phone and instantly starts recording. The flash shines on and off of you as he tries to capture the moment.

Iwaizumi sits off on his side, staring down at his phone to ignore the three of you.

“I get to do that! I need to be able to do that!” You proclaim to him. “And you can’t make me feel fucking guilty about it!”

Matsukawa’s hand gently grabs your cheek to pull you back into him and a disgustingly wet kiss. His hands roam up and down your body, squeezing your thighs and making sure to guide your body to what he liked.

“Yo, you’re like hogging her.” Oikawa nags, putting his phone away and pulling at your wrist. “Come on, can’t just leave me out of this babe.”

“Back off ‘Kawa.” Matsukawa mumbles.

You pull away from him, hands resting on his chest. “Hey, don’t be mean. It’s not that hard to share is it?” You slide between the two of them, lips immediately latching onto Oikawa.

He pulls at your coat, pulling it down your arms to expose more of your body. “Jesus, I forgot to tell you how much I love this dress on you.” He breaths.

At this point, there are two pairs of hands on you; Oikawa’s and Mastukawa’s. Mattsun’s are on your hips, teasing you with soft caresses, keeping your body planted against his chest, feeling every exposed area he could get to as he sucks up and down your neck. Oikawa’s hands are squishing your cheeks, making sure to keep you in the kiss for as long as he wants. His fingers tangle in your hair, hardly giving you any escape. You’re on his terms and you don’t get to stop until he does. It’s not long until you feel the need for an actual breath, though he’s still at it--jesus how was his breath control so good?

You hum against his lips to give him a hint. It seems he doesn’t notice, instead thinking you’re just enjoying the pleasure. It’s not until you pinch his waist that he jerks up, panting with red lips. You wipe yours, looking at Iwaizumi to see what he’s up to.

Back to looking at that damn phone.

You lean over Oikawa, a hand resting on Iwaizumi’s leg to see if he would pay attention to you. “Iwa-chan… I think you’re missing out.’ You pout. He rolls his eyes, brushing your hand off.

“Screw him, just means more for me.” Oikawa chimes, pulling you back onto him.

“Look who’s hogging now,” Matsukawa’s hand grips your inner thigh, pulling it towards him. You hiss at the feeling, at how rough he was being all of a sudden. Oikawa’s hand grips your other thigh just as harsh, successfully spreading your legs wide open for the two of them.

Your head swings back onto the seat. “Fuck, that hurt.” Your body wriggles against theirs, trying to close your legs. “G-guys… just wait, just wait,” You huff, soft hands pushing at them.

Your pleas go ignored as both of them are on either side of your neck, trailing down feverish kisses. Matsukawa’s hand is the first to trail up your leg, resting between your thighs. His fingers slide up your slit and press down onto your clit, making a choked groan seep through your mouth.

“I know just how you like it.” He whispers in your ear.

“Mattsun- you guys-”

They giggle and chuckle like schoolboys as you try to fight them off, only using more force and putting more pressure down onto your body. Oikawa’s hand is the next to skitter up your thigh.

There’s no prep, no warning, no comfort as two--maybe even three, you were too hazy to tell--of his finger thrust into your cunt all the way down to the knuckle. Even the kicks of your legs couldn’t keep them off.

“Iwa- Iwaizumi!” You stagger. You could barely get a good look at him through your blurred eyes, but you know he isn’t paying any mind to the three of you at all, off in his own little world.

“You’re so wet.” Oikawa coos, pumping his fingers in and out of you. He’s fast, skilled with his fingers and in any normal situation it would’ve felt good, but it hurt, and it hurt badly. Every time his fingers curl, your body jolts up and he laughs thinking that you’re getting off when really you’re trying to hold back the pain.

Matsukawa isn’t doing anything better for you. His fingers are tracing sloppy circles over your clit, missing and slipping every so often. It doesn’t even feel like he knows what he’s doing when he’s using more than a light pressure in an attempt to get you off.

Your eyes try to open again to look for help, to look for Iwaizumi. Through hooded eyes, you make contact with him. Your mouth is agape and, god, you’re probably drooling as you look at him. You can’t even get out normal words, just a garbled mess of moans. His eyes fall from your face to your legs that are twisting in pleasure, no, pain? He gives you a disappointed look, turning away from the sight.

“Do you hear the noises her pussy is making, Mattsun?” Oikawa squeals. “She’s so tight, so fucking tight.”

Their fingers trade places and you don’t know if it’s better or worse. Oikawa is more gentle when rubbing your clit, more considerate. Mattsun pumps into you at a steady pace, testing to see what could make you squirm under him. When you do react, hips jutting forward into nothing, he chuckles and says, “Fuck, I wish I could put my cock in you right now.” At this point, it doesn’t matter what happens to you. Everything is starting to hurt, but it also feels good. You’re conflicted and you just know that you want it over with.

“Gonna- gon-” You choke.

“Aw, she’s gonna cum.” Oikawa mocks. Matsukawa snickers after him.

That’s all you heard all night; Oikawa, Matsukawa, and their stupid laughing fit. You just needed them to shut up, to keep quiet.

Your chest rises and falls rapidly, biting down on your lip hard enough to bleed just to hold onto some dignity and not sound like a prostitute in the back of a moving taxi. One last thrust of Mattsun’s fingers help you come undone for the two of them.

And what lucky timing it was. The taxi comes to a stop as it pulls up to the house with loud music blaring through the walls.

“I’m sick of your guy’s shit.” Iwaizumi mumbles as he opens the door.

The other two follow suit in getting out of the car, greeting other peers, and mingling around. Though you’re still processing everything. Your head falls between your knees, wiping the streaks of tears away and putting on a happy face before hopping out to join everyone.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader #matsukawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #tw noncon #tw drugs #tw cannabis #tw public sex #hq

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haikyuu-drabble · 4 years

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Matsukawa x Reader | customer service

hi i very rusty please dooo noooootttt judge meeee, it has been so long since ive written something but we all gotta start somewhere!!! Now that i look back i feel like mattsun is a little out of character omggggg ughhh its ok tho lol

mattsun x reader

word count: 1103

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You forced a smile upon your face, “Thank you, and have a good night.”

The customer smiled back at you, “Thanks. Happy Holidays!”

You watched the customer walk out of your place of work and sighed as soon as they were outside. All you could think of was how much you wanted to go home, but it seemed like time was moving even slower than usual. You heard the echoing sound of the clock… it soon became deafening. You were trying to distract yourself by planning your next meal. Did you want something healthy? How about some fish?... you laughed to yourself. You knew you’d end up cooking yourself some instant ramen.

“What are you laughing at?”

You jumped at the sound of someone’s voice, and when you turned to see its source, you gave a shy smile at your coworker, “Hi, Matsukawa.”

He smiled at you and walked behind the counter next to you, “So, what were you laughing about, senpai?”

You waved it off, “What are you doing here? Also, please stop referring to me as your senpai! It’s really not that serious!”

You were not sure of your impression of Mastukawa. He didn’t talk a lot, but when he did it never failed to make you smile. That being said, you found it hard to be completely comfortable around him. It was not that he was scary, but there was just something about him that made you shy.

Mastukawa laughed at your response, and then he answered your question, “Boss called me in to help with the rush, but,” he looked around the clothing store, “looks like there really wasn’t anything for him to be worried about at this small store.”

“Just you wait,” you warned, “It’s going to get busy within the next thirty minutes once rush hour hits. The holiday season can be merciless.”

Matsukawa grinned at you, “Well, then aren’t you lucky I’ve joined you?”

You smiled “Let’s see how good you’ve gotten considering this is your third shift.”

As if you predicted, within the next couple of moments, a sudden rush of people entered your place of work. As people were going through the clothes, it was getting all sorts of disorganized. You looked at your coworker and asked, “Do you think you can go and zone a little bit? The floor is such a mess.”

Mattsukawa moved from behind the registers and saluted to you, “You got it, senpai.”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled, “Please stop it with the senpai.”

You were trying to quickly yet pleasantly check people out in order to prevent the store from becoming overcrowded. You were checking out an older woman out when you rung something up, and when it’s price appeared on the screen, the customer started arguing about the price, “That’s not right. It’s supposed to be cheaper.”

You took a better look at the item in your hand. You were familiar with every item in the store and their prices. You knew that the price that showed up on the register was correct, “I’m sorry, but I think this is the price of the shirt.”

“No, it’s not.” she angrily replied, “I got it off the rack that clearly has a sale sign hanging over it.”

You looked in the direction that she was pointing at, and the shirts on the sale rack were a completely different from the color to its style. You tried to explain, “I think someone had placed this on the incorrect rack. So, I’m really sorry ma’am but I can’t lower the price of this top.”

The customer was beginning to get louder, “Well, isn’t that your fault? Your store should be kept clean at all times! This is ridiculous!”

You started again, “I’m sorry, but it’s against store policy for me to do--”

“Shouldn’t it also be store policy that the customer is always right?” she interrupted.

You tried to respond, but the woman continued, “I swear, it’s your generation that doesn’t know anything. Your small brain can’t even understand the concept of customer service!”

Your mouth fell open, and you were at a loss for words. You were about to give in to her when Matsukawa stepped in with a smile, “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but it really is against store policy to change the price of a ticketed item. If you’d like, I can give you the number of our store manager, and you can take it up with them.”

The woman was caught off guard and definitely intimidated by Matsukawa’s height, but she tried to stand her ground, “Yes. Give me that number.”

The line behind her all groaned, and someone from the line said, “Just don’t get the shirt if it’s too expensive for you. We all have somewhere to be. Don’t take any longer than you already have.”

The lady’s brow furrowed and she threw the rest of the clothes on the counter, “Forget it. I’m not getting anything anymore.”

You watched her storm out of the store, and before you could say anything to Matsukawa, he already was walking back towards the floor to continue zoning.

After the rush was finally done and the store was empty of guests, you moved from behind the register and towards Mastukawa. He was folding the clothes on the table, and you started to help him, “Thanks for earlier, Matsukawa.”

He didn’t look up from the sweater he was folding, so you couldn’t see his face, “For zoning?”

You laughed, “No, for helping me out with that… interesting customer earlier.”

“‘Interesting customer’?” he smiled at you, “That’s an ‘interesting’ way to put it.”

You exploded, “Fine, that annoying and vapid customer asking me to risk getting fired over $3. That customer who clearly lied about grabbing the shirt from the sale rack because you were doing a great job cleaning the floor.”

You looked at the face of your coworker… he had a huge grin on his face, “So, that’s your real personality.”

You felt your eyes go wide and face turn red from embarrassment, “Sorry.”

Matsukawa put his hand on his hip, “I heard from our boss that you were… a bit blunt, but I never actually saw it.”

He patted the top of your head before heading to another unorganized table of clothes, “That being said, I think we’ll be having a lot more fun to come this holiday season.”

You put your hand over the area he touched. It felt warm.

You smiled at his back facing you, and with a snarky grin replied, “Should you really be patting your senpai on the head like that?”

#matsukawa x reader #mattsun x reader #matsukawa issei x reader #mattsun #matsukawa #matsukawa issei #aoba johsai #seijoh #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu one shot

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keijiwrites · 6 years

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taking care of you

Paring: IwaOi

Word count: 1108

Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oiakwa Tooru, camoes by Hanamaki Takahiro and Matukawa Issei

Rating: G

Additional tags: Fluff

“Sit down, Shittykawa.” Iwaizumi grunts as he grabs Oikawa’s arm.

Oikawa groans but lies down on the bed again, listening to Iwaizumi’s command. "But Iwa-chan. I need to pee.”

"Yeah. And I have a vagina." Iwaizumi scoffs as he walks back towards Oikawa, a mug filled with tea in his hands. He hands it to Oikawa and kisses his forehead. "I just don't want you to hurt yourself anymore, okay? Your foot and knee are enough."

"Iwa-chan, I don't even know how I fractured my foot." He sulked, pouting like a child.

Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, watching him drink his tea fondly. "If you need to pee after this, be happy to go. Just know that I am watching you."

Oikawa rolls his eyes fondly at Iwaizumi. "Don’t be a perv, Iwa-chan." He chuckles and finishes his tea. "I'm gonna piss. Don't be a creep."

Iwaizumi grunts and fluffs the pillows a little. They don't need fluffing but it's a habit he's picked up on from Oikawa who picked it up from his nephew.

When Oikawa comes back, he's clearly made himself comfortable as he is only in his underwear and an old t-shirt of Iwaizumi’s as he settles back down next to the latter. He props his left foot on a pillow and slips one underneath his right knee.

"Cuddle me." Oikawa pouts at Iwaizumi.

Iwaizumi’s head is resting on top of Oikawa’s as the latter wraps an arm around Iwaizumi’s waist. It might look a tad bit uncomfortable, but they make it work.

"Do you need anything?" Iwaizumi asks after a while, his hands weaving through Oikawa’s hair. "Ice pack? Water bottle?"

"I'm fine." Oikawa mumbles. "Thanks, Iwa-chan." He leans up and kisses Iwaizumi. It's more like a peck on the mouth but Iwaizumi will take anything he can get from Oikawa. Even if he doesn’t voice it and acts like a total grump all of the time.

"Get some rest, okay." The green eyed boy murmurs.

Oikawa gets comfortable, head on Iwaizumi’s chest. "Night, Iwa-chan." He mumbles.

"Good night, Crappykawa." He pecks the other’s head, playing with his fingers and hair.

Oikawa falls asleep in a few minutes, the pills the doctor had prescribed him helping with that. Iwaizumi watches him sleep, taking in every feature of his lover. Iwaizumi knows he loves Oikawa, but he's afraid to scare Oikawa away by a slip of the tongue. Although Oikawa will just laugh it off or just yell out 'Iwa-chan!' and kiss him. He wasn't sure. Oikawa was a little unpredictable.

There's a light knock on the door, and carefully, Iwaizumi untangles himself from Oikawa, waking him up in the process.

"Where you going?" His voice is thick, sending shivers down Iwaizumi’s spine.

"The bathroom. Be back." He tells that little white lie because knowing Oikawa, he'll say to ignore the person on the other side of the door but to Iwaizumi, it's rude.

When he opens the door, Matsukawa and Hanamaki are standing before him with worried looks.

"Is he alright?" Mastukawa asks.

"Yeah. Fell asleep a little while ago. Complaining his foot hurt but wouldn't sit still." Iwaizumi tells him, shaking his head.

"That's Oikawa for you." Hanamaki says, shaking his head.

"Are you sure he's okay?"

"He's fine. You're worse than Sugawara." He huffed. "He looks uncomfortable though, it's propped up on pillows, his knee is fine. Nothing to be worried about. If something happens I'll tell coach or someone."

"Okay, goodnight, Iwazumi."

"Goodnight." Iwaizumi shuts the door after Mastukawa and Hanamaki leave and goes back to bed, where Oikawa is awake. "Thought you'd be asleep." He climbs in and snuggles on Oikawa’s side.

"Can't." He mutters. "Foot's bothering again. Knee isn't helping either."

"Want me to grab an ice pack?" Before Oikawa answers, Iwaizumi’s standing up ad heading out the door. He reaches the kitchen and pours ice into a plastic bag before going to the room. He wraps a towel around it and makes his way to Oikawa. "Here." He murmurs, placing the bag on his knee.

Oikawa hisses a little, because even if it's wrapped in a towel it's still cold. "Thanks." He sighs. "Can we watch Netflix or something?"

"Yeah. Hold on." Iwaizumi looks for his laptop and boots it up. He's super tired but he doesn't want to leave Oikawa awake alone. He should be studying but he doesn’t want to. He knows he really can’t with Oikawa in the state he is. He would be too annoying to deal with.

What if something happens to him? What if he’s stupid enough to hurt himself further?

He shakes the thoughts out of his head and boots Netflix up, letting Oikawa choose whatever he wants. An unspoken agreement they have: let the 'sick' one pick. The setter picks The X Files, cuddling into Iwazumi’s side. The latter visibly cringed at the show but asked, "Need anything else?"

"No. Just wanna cuddle with you." Oikawa hugs Iwaizumi closer, afraid that if he lets go that Iwaizumi might disappear or go back to his rudeness.

"Alright, baby. Let me know yeah?"

“Are you my mom, Iwa-chan?”

“Shut up, Shittykawa.” Iwaizumi pinches Oikawa’s side making him squeak.

“Thank you, though." Oikawa mumbled.

Iwaizumi hums, nose nuzzled in Oikawa’s hair, breathing him in. "You're welcome. And I just worry. Nothing wrong with that."

"I know. Just don't like being coddled."

"You like it when I coddle you." Iwaizumi says matter of factly. "I've never heard you complain about that."

"Cause you're my boyfriend, Iwa-chan. And it's cute when you fuss over the simplest thing. And shut up. I'm missing the series. Love you, though."

Iwaizumi’s breath hitches at that, because well, he knew Oikawa loves him but he never said it vocally. Just by cute, random, romantic actions.

"Love you, too." He mumbled, resting his cheek on the crown of Oikawa’s head, smiling to himself.

Iwaizumi felt himself falling more and more everyday for Oikawa Tooru. He might be a complete pain in the ass, but Iwaizumi wouldn’t change him for the world. He would miss Oikawa calling him Iwa-chan in that annoying way only Oikawa can and their stupid banter everyday.

After Oikawa fell asleep, Iwaizumi shut his laptop and puts it to the side. With a grimace, he takes the ice pack off Oikawa’s knee and placed it in the small sink they had in their tiny bathroom. More of a simple sink and toilet and that was it.

Oikawa was snoring lightly when Iwaizumi lied down next to him. He ran a hand through Oikawa’s hair and kissed his forehead gently. “Good night, Tooru.” He mumbled and fell asleep himself.

#iwaoi #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #fluff

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introloves · 3 years

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— daddy dom! matsukawa + mattsun has tattoos + worshiping + dom/sub dynamics + (tattooed) finger sucking + choking + soft degradation + praise + riding + creampie + overstimulation + size kink + petnames (puppy) + squirting + f! reader

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your body tipped forward- face bumping against his knee, breath shaky and wet with every exhale- turning your face to find comfort in anything and everything that is him.

he gives you mercy, blessing you with an outstretched hand- banded ink circling each finger, coming out to pet your head.

“sweet puppy.” he whispers, low enough for you to lean in, wanting more.

the way he addresses you, low and soft- calling you to look at him directly, something you found hard to do with the swirling heat settled deep in your tummy thanks to how absolutely hot you found him. but you answered, called out to him in the only way you knew;

“daddy.” the keen that comes from you makes him smile, so cute and desperate for him.

settling himself further into the seat he’s sitting in, granting you the privilege to shuffle forward, hands immediately coming to settle against both thighs, digging in with trembling fingers into the muscle and thickness there, all in unbridled excitment.

“want my cock?” he questions, knowing the answer, chest swelling with pride that you had come to him, humble and crawling with a head turned down to keep your gaze to the floor. it made him twitch, made him throb that his cute little puppy would revere him in such a manner.

“yes, please.” mouth panted open with the offer, throbbing between your legs, eyes flittering down to stare at the surely forming bulge slung over his thigh. you were already drooling, salivating heavy. body responding in remembrance of how good he always made you feel.

the shift of his hand petting you was startling- a thumb and forefinger pinching either sides of your soft and warm face. two digits dug in, tilting your gaze up, making you look into his eyes, eyebrows thick while he slowly smiled, teeth gleaming in a near predatory smile. the rest of his fingers joined, digging in slightly, all pressed into the plush skin of your face.

“of course you do. puppy always does, doesn’t she?”

the question served a purpose, unable to respond to him- unable to nod or speak with the force of his grip, reminding you that if he didn’t want you to talk, if he didn’t want you to do something; you weren’t going to.

the unoccupied tattooed hand came down to settle right infront of your mouth, middle and ring finger prodding the swell of both lips- sighing when you dropped your jaw down, welcoming the inked digits enthusiastically.

the sight of you drooling, sucking eagerly at his fingers made him groan; heat swirling along with your tongue swiping up and above the two x’s marked into his skin, lying prettily on both digits- soft whimpers muffled with the thickness of them.

your eyes watered once he brought them in further, testing just how pliant you were already, slinking in until your throat tightened in a harsh gag- pushing back and settling the heaviness down onto your tongue, opening you up.

there was reason to all of this, warming you up for his dick, knowing how his puppy would hurt herself all in favor of pleasuring him.

you look up at him, unable to keep the overwhelming want from your eyes, letting him pry your mouth open in calculated and practiced moves- even when he slipped them in past the curve of your tongue, making you gag once more had a heaviness of adoration.

once he disengaged, let you close your mouth with the soft rubbing of a thick thumb over the apple of your cheek, he brought the wet hand over to his pants, making quick work it it, simply both articles of clothing down to his thighs, enough to bring his cock out- giving it to you, letting you come up and take what you want, all for you.

“thank you daddy.” you whispered, wideyed and breathless, all in reaction to seeing him. skin prickling and tummy tensing with arousal, thighs squeezing together and smearing that slick everywhere. brain muddled as you moved, roaming hands making contact with the length presented.

he groaned at the sight of it all, watching as you struggled to fit fingers around him- precum dribbling down, glistening with each bead falling, huffing out a grumble in appreciation to you doing everything right; everything that made him close his eyes and tip his head back, only for a moment because he wanted to see you try to take him in your mouth, like always.

“fuck puppy, so good to me,” issei purred, deep and lowly, words gracing your ears and pulled you in even more.

“always...” you finished, pumping up and down, keeping a steady pace until you couldn’t stop the saliva filling your mouth. you could feel the heat of him once your mouth perched up, tongue lolling to lick a heavy and wet stripe all the way to his tip- hot breath panted out against him.

he snapped his gaze straight towards you once more, just as you inhaled sharply, desperately fitting the tip of his cock inside, suckling in an overwhelming need to please him. there was a moment of pause in his actions at how you popped him inside, sloppy and needy.

he pulled you back, hand gripping right into your hair, making you gasp out a cry, drool connecting his cock with your swollen lips- your own hips driving down over and over onto nothing, drunk on him and his cock already.

“what a desperate filthy girl, can’t take things easy, always too desperate and excited.” mattsun hissed, not willing to let you go on and act like you never got any cock.

he wanted to let you worship him, wanted to let you satisfy that need to have things stuffing your mouth... but it was all supposed to go at his pace.

with large hands, he grabbed your body, lifting you up and off the supine position on the floor, splaying you over his thighs- so close to his large cock, so close to everything you wanted so badly.

“oh, daddy please!” shaky fists rising up to press against his chest, thighs mirroring the sporadic movements, drenched and wet down the softness and heat between your legs.

there was nothing sweeter that graced his ears, punishment wasn’t for his sweet and dirty puppy, he knew that, all that he needed to do was give you his cock and make you pliant and good.

and he would always give his sweet, dumb, needy puppy what he wanted.

lifting you up with his hips, fingers coming down to simply slide ruined and sopping panties to the side- bringing to light a swollen and drooling little cunt, cock jumping along with how another gush of arousal dripped from your heat.

“pretty cunt, pretty mess all for me.” he grunted, taking himself and lining up to you- eyebrows pinched together at the way you squirmed, trying to push down already.

he let you this time, let you sink down onto him- lessening the strong grip on your body.

you tipped your head back, baring your neck to him, shoulders trembling with each inch filling you up, clit twitching in tandem with the pulsing of him too.

“f-fuck! feels so good!” you keened, unfurling your hands, bringing them now to rest against his shoulders. weak with just this- just sinking down onto him until your wet thighs came into contact with his, making a mess of everything; of his pants still halway around his thighs, to the base of his cock, sopping in your arousal.

he moved his hand to your back, pushing you against his chest, head immediately finding the warmth of his neck- breathing in and murmuring out words of appreciation in how he took care of you- knowing your body was so weak and overrun in sensitivity.

it made him flush, taking his own lungfuls of air before gripping your hips- once he knew you were settled nice and secure against him.

he started the bounce of your body with practiced movements. spurred on by your twitching body, jolting in how he speared you over and over- cunt squelching desperately, already on the precipice of an orgasm.

how cute and sensitive- how wonderful and wet you were.

“puppy’s close.” he wondered- stated out loud, knowing your cunt better than you did.

“uh huh!” you sobbed, shaking your head up and down against his neck, drooling pathetically- losing all basic function, all but the rhythmic clenching of your pussy over and over around the hardness and near overwhelming length of him- all settled, stretching you out so good.

“g-gunna-“ you whined, “gunna cum daddy!” words were cried joining the shaking and harsh twitch of limbs, pinching nails into the hold you had into his shoulders.

pitiful cunt clamping down to the piston of his large cock- making him hiss, sweat prickling at his neck in the vice you presented him with.

your body seized, unable to take anymore, unable to stave off the gushing wetness spreading down over him.

“fuck, fuck! pretty girl!” he grunted, wanting to press a thumb against your already swollen clit- but thinking better of it for now.

your eyes stayed closed, screaming into his neck as your body slumped, letting him do what he wanted- all too worked up to stop, to want him to stop.

hiccuped whining left your wet mouth- mixed in with little moans as he pounded up into you, it was a sight- long and thick cock taking such a pretty pussy.

he always fucked you like this, but your cunt always reacted as if it was the first time being fucked.

there was a moment of heat- not even five thrusts in before you came once more- this time jumping up slightly, parting from the warmth of being against him.

“oh, another one. good girl.” he praised with clipped words, letting him see your drooling and lost face- dumb with his cock and pleasure.

responding smacks of his thighs slapping into your body up and up mixed with the sound of your cunt spraying him in waves of your cum, slumping after the second and third wave.

“daddy!” you wailed, once again only able to speak his name- the title you gladly signed over to him. pretty moans shaping out every syllable and consonant with a lilting cry.

“i know puppy- ‘m close too.” he finally spoke, blinking back the stars dancing along his vision- only able to see you, see the glistening wetness of your cum drenching his shirt and thighs and dripping down onto his balls hotly.

“please cum... please.” you weakly pleaded, eyes crossing- shaky with the way he looked, so hot and yours and huffing out pinched words of your name. battered and swollen- slick walls seizing sporadically with oversensitivity.

lifting your body up- keeping everything but the tip of his dick in you, he let gravity pull you down, the sting of your body slapping down on him only second to the overwhelming pleasure of his cock swelling over and over while he creamed inside.

you squirmed, heaving in lungfuls of air at the way his cum was so thick and filling you- walls stretching more and more, holding all of it nice and deep inside.

he wrapped you up, curling his arms ‘round you while small thrusts were given into your cunt- making sure his cum painted every single inch of you. the base of his skull tingling at the way he claimed you in this way.

“my cunt- all mine...” he hissed, satiating the need you had as well, satiating the deep need to belong to him.

with teary eyes, you nodded- both of your heavy and hot breathing shared in that moment of closeness.

“all yours.”

you cried, leaning forward to kiss him, melting completely into his hold, your daddy was always there to keep you happy and full.

he was always there to take care of his pretty little puppy.

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