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bacchira · 2 years

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Issei Massive Cock Matsukawa

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pairing: Matsukawa Issei x Reader

summary: after hearing the girl talking about your best friend on more than one occation, and after being asked multiple times why you haven’t tied someone like him down yet, you decided it was time to figure out what the fuss was about. and yeah, you definitely found out.

word count: 7,4k

tags/cw: AFAB reader. size kink kinda i think. praising. sex toys. kind of public sexual activities. anal play. vaginal penetration. let me know if i forgot something that should be on here.

a/n: Issei’s got that massive fucking cock and he’s been flaunting it around my brain since forever. so yeah, i guess i kinda just had to write something for him. congratulations issei, i’m down bad. also thank you to my sweetest @tenkoushimura for beta reading it. you dogdes some bullets for me there! <3

A text ticked in on your phone and you shuffled in your seat at work when his name appeared on your phone. You licked your lips and turned your face back to the computer screen, only managing a few taps on the keyboard before your phone vibrated on the table again. Biting the inside of your cheek you glanced at your phone. Him again. Your fingers tabbed against the keys without actually pushing them down. Then you let out a sigh and snatched up the phone, almost choking when his texts lit up your screen, glowering at you.

You haven’t taken it out, have you?

You’re still being a good girl for me, right?

This was not how you’d expected your day to play out. But then again; after setting up this arrangement with one Matsukawa Issei, maybe you should have expected it.

You hadn’t taken it out. You really were being a good girl for him, even as you tried to suppress the blush that threatened to light up your face. Even just his text had you shift in the chair again. You remembered the words the two of you had spoken yesterday, as the texts sat there, bright on your screen.

“So, you’re curious, you say?” The two of you were sat on Matsukawa’s bed. You’d told him that you wanted him to fuck you. That you were curious, since you could hear the girls he brought home at night. And you heard them talk about him in the bathrooms at college. They made it sound like he was some kind of sex divinity.

“Of course, I am. I hear the girls talking about you like you’re some sort of God.” Matsukawa smirked at that. “Oh, wipe that smug expression off your face would you. Most of them keep asking why I haven’t bagged you yet.” He was your best friend, and the two of you were hardly seen apart since you moved in together. People are curious creatures, and could you really blame them. You were curious too, weren’t you?

“So you really want to do this, to shut people up?” he’d asked. And it wasn’t entirely wrong. But it wasn’t the only reason obviously.

“Mostly I just think you should fuck me, because I want to know what the fuss is all about.” You crossed your arms across your chest. “And don’t try to say you don’t want to, because I see the way you look at me when I walk to my room in a towel after a shower.”

“Oh, I want to,” Matsukawa admitted promptly. “That’s not I’m worried about. I just don’t want you to do something you’ll regret.”

“I’m not going to regret it, so please,” you looked at him with decision in your eyes. You could see him retaliating.

“Okay, but not tonight.”

“Why not tonight?”

“Because I want to take my time,” he simply said and shrugged. “But I do have two conditions, though.”

“Which is?”

“First: it can’t ruin our friendship and two: you have to sleep in my bed tonight.”

Another text pulled you back to reality as your phone vibrated in your hand. You looked back to your phone. The screen had gone black while you’d remembered your conversation with Matsukawa the day before. The blush you hadn’t managed to suppress entirely, deepened when you read the next message.

Issei:

What if I turned it on?

It vibrated again, and you watched as two new messages ticked in.

Issei:

Right here.

Issei:

Right now.

You bite into the side of your cheek harder and look up, to make sure no one is paying attention to you, and that’s when you see him. You hadn’t noticed when he’d entered, but now he was sitting there, staring at you intently. There’s a calculated look behind his eyes, and you can feel that he’s studying you. And then you see it. That little twitch at the corner of his mouth, before his finger taps against the screen of his phone. Your thighs squeeze together when the vibrator turns on. Shit.

When he’d first asked you to sleep in his bed you’d been confused, but this morning when you woke up, you’d learned why. Matsukawa had kissed your neck, he’d touched your skin, all the while making sure to ask before every new touch, if you were still sure and if you still wanted this. You did. And he’d gone on, he’d prepped you and when you just about thought he was going to fuck you, he’d sprung another surprise on you. He’d fished out a sealed package from his bedside table and told you how he’d always wanted to try this. And that’s how you ended up with a remote-controlled vibrator inside of you, and after Matsukawa had made sure the connection and the app worked properly, he’d told you that you had to be a good girl for him, and keep it in, so you’d be ready for him later.

Matsukawa tapped his screen once more, upping the speed. A subtle glimmer shining in his eyes as the blush on your face felt like it was going to burn you up. Rubbing your thighs together, and clenching your phone, you glance frantically around, once again needing to be sure no one was watching. There was a group of four in the corner. They didn’t seem to have noticed. A couple to the left. Your phone vibrated again.

Issei:

Don’t take your eyes off me, baby girl.

The speed cranked up once more and your head shot up to look at him again. He watched you like a hawk as he was sat there at a table with a couple of papers spread out in front of him. Surely, he was pretending to be studying, but no one was going to buy it, with the way his eyes were fixed on you.

It’s been this way since the morning. Matsukawa would show up, and he would turn on that little thing. And then he’d turn it off when he sensed that you were getting a little too flustered, and he’d whisk away, leaving to do lord knows what. Probably take his classes in all seriousness. But every time, he left you wet and aching for more. And you just about had enough. When you sucked your lower lip into your mouth, Matsukawa sent you a wink and that was it. You looked down at your phone and typed out a message, gritting your teeth together to ignore that change in the pace between your legs.

Me:

You little shit. Bathroom. Right now!

Issei:

No.

The reply came promptly, and you almost threw your phone. But you didn’t. Somehow you managed to compose yourself, looking back up over the computer screen and leveling a death-glare at him. And he simply sent you a challenging smile back.

You were up in a flash, quickly hitting the close button on the computer, before walking as steadily as you possibly could, you circle your table and stride towards one Matsukawa Issei. You plant your hands down flat on the table in front of him, your face only inches from him.

“We’re leaving,” you tell him, and he just grins up at you, leaning back in his chair, legs crossed at the ankles.

“That so?” he cocks his head slightly to the side and you take a deep inhale before opening your mouth to speak again. Before you can though, Matsukawa beats you to it. “Okay. We can leave. But we’re not going to the bathroom.”

“Why? Scared we’ll get caught?” you challenge and he just chuckles. Then he reaches out and grabs hold of your wrist, leaning back in towards you. Tilting his head so his lips are almost touching your ear before his speaks.

“Baby, getting caught with my cock inside of you, is the least of my worries.” You can literally hear the smile on his face. No, the smirk. Because that’s what it is. This is not the normal joking smile you’re so used to hearing in his voice. This is the smirk that you’ve only ever heard before when he’d made crude jokes at you, like you did at him every now and then. “I know a place. Come on.”

Matsukawa gets up from his chair, still holding on to your wrist and all but drags you towards the doors as you try to keep up with his long strides. By now, a few heads had turned and watched as the two of you reached the exit. The two of you move in silence. Him intent on his goal, and you concentrating on keeping up as your legs tremble at the vibrations between your legs. Soon enough you reach a door, that Matsukawa opens and drags you through, before shutting it. He finally lets go of your wrist, flips the lock on the door, and turns back to you. For a moment he just looks at you with his head tilted to the side. Then he saunters over to a low couch and sits down, leaning back.

“We left. Now what?” He asked. For a moment you lost all use of your voice. This had never happened to you before, but between the look on his face, the stimulation he’d provided you with on and off all day and knowing that it was time had you blushing and opening your mouth just to close it again as you wrung your hands in front of you. Matsukawa grinned at you. “You wanted it, didn’t you? Well now you have me. Come and get it.” Matsukawa holds out a hand for you to take. You take a few steps closer to him and put your hand in his. Swiftly, he pulls you towards him, and you only just manage to get a leg on both sides of him, as he pulls you onto his lap, his hands settling on your hips.

The vibrations leave you breathless and wanting more. Your hips moved on their own, grinding down to meet Matsukawa’s crotch and a surprised gasp ripped from your lungs when you felt it. Your jaw slacked at the sensation, and your eyes widened in shock when you looked down to the bulge in his pants. It twitched and seemed to still be growing bigger. You looked back up at Matsukawa, who was now sporting a smug ass smirk. For a second you wanted to smack it off his face, but then his hips bucked up against you, somehow hitting a spot that had the vibrator shifting inside of you, now angled to buzz against a sweet, sweet spot deep within your tight cunt.

“Fuck—” you mewl, head falling to his shoulder. “How the actual fuck— How is that monster going to fit?” you mumble against his shoulder, his deep laughter rumbling through your body as he chuckled at your words.

“Don’t worry. I got you,” he told you with the laughter still clinging in his voice. “But not now. Right now is just about you.” And before you can say or do anything else, one hand moves from your hip and to your thigh. His fingers brush under your skirt. With his other hand Matsukawa takes hold of your jaw, lifting your head from his shoulder to look you in the eye. Holding your gaze, he silently asks you for permission to go on. You nod at him, but instead of moving his hand up further, he raises a brow at you. He’s going to make you say it isn’t he? Of course he is.

“Really?” You raise your own brows at him, and he shrugs in return.

“Always.”

“Issei,” you grind down against him and only just manage to suppress the moan rising in your throat. “just touch me, please.”

That little twitch at the corner of Matsukawa’s mouth just so matched the one of his cock underneath you. Finally, he slid his hand up further, letting one finger running over your clothed slit. Your breath hitched and your legs tensed up around his thighs. Another chuckle fell over Matsukawa’s lips as he moved his hands once more, hand coming to lie flat against your stomach, just low enough for the pad of his thumb to press against your still clothed clit. He rubbed a testing circle against your nub, looking up at you to watch your response, as your hips jutted against him. The grin he sent you was all teeth and glistening eyes, and something fluttered inside of you. Something that you very firmly brushed aside as simply being pleasure from what he gave you.

“You’re already desperate, huh?” Matsukawa asked, pressing down harder on your clit, making another circular motion. And then another one. “I haven’t even shown you anything yet. I thought you were curious. I thought you wanted to know what the fuss is all about.” While he spoke, his thumb settled into a steady rhythm, applying just the right amount of pressure, for your mind to go hazy.

Matsukawa watched as your face scrunched up under his touch. Teeth still flashing up at you. Under his scrutinizing gaze, you suppressed a moan, but he heard it. Of course he did. Studying your features and the way your breath ragged. He knew. And it amused him to no end, so to put you under even further pressure, he picked up his pace just a little bit, and dipped his head to your shoulder. His teeth gracing the skin, right where your shoulder meets your neck. Instinctively, your head rolled to the side with a strained sound from your throat. Matsukawa chuckled against your skin, and he noted the shudder that ran through your body. His one hand, which wasn’t otherwise occupied settled on the opposite side of your neck as he started scattering kisses across your skin. Low whines fell over your lips, and as much as you wanted to keep your cool, you’d later probably have to admit that it hadn’t really worked.

His hand on your neck slid to the back of your head and grabbed a fistful of your hair, roughly pulling your head back. Finally, he got what he was after, when a load moan ripped from your throat.

“That’s it, baby.” Sticking out his tongue, Matsukawa licked his way up your throat, stopping and kissing right under your chin. He leaned into your ear. “Just let it out. Don’t think about the fact that other people walk by right outside that door.” He followed up with a soft laugh and pulled your earlobe between his teeth, tugging gently. When you tried to stifle the next moan leaving your lips, Matsukawa shook his head, pressed down harder on your clit and tightened his grip in your hair, pulling your head even further back. Smirking, he returned to leaving openmouthed kisses across your neck. Kissing, lightly sucking, teeth scraping. Picking up his pace even further between your legs, tearing another moan from your lips. And another. And another. Your hands grab onto the front of his shirt frantically.

“Issei—” his name leaves your mouth in a broken sob, and he moves so quickly you hardly realize what’s happening before he’s let go of your neck and pulled your face to him by the hair. His lips crash against yours. They’re slick, soft and demanding as he takes charge of the kiss. Swallowing your sounds, his lips move against yours, holding you close by the hair. And you feel it, the heat rising inside of you. Rising to a boil. Coiling. Leaving you grinding against him and moaning louder into his mouth. He pressed down just a little harder, with a low groan. With his teeth, he pulled at your bottom lip, and sucked it between his own. When Matsukawa released you, just to clash his lips to yours in a bruising kiss, something inside of you snapped. Your hips pushed harder against him as the orgasm rushed through you. With both hands you grabbed his face and kissed him harder as you rode out your orgasm on his hand. Moans turning into whines as the vibrator inside of you kept prolonging the pleasure.

“Issei, I need—” another whine broke you off as you pressed your forehead to his, still cradling his face. “Please—”

“What do you need?” Matsukawa’s hand in your hair grew slack and the thumb on your clit had slowed to a halt.

“Take it out, please.” He giggled a little to himself, but nonetheless dipped a hand down past your tights and panties. Removing the vibrator, his fingers were covered in your slick.

“God, you’re so wet.” To your horror, Matsukawa held up the vibrator so you could see it. The flush of your face deepened, and you swatted him across the chest, leaving him to laugh that deep laugh of his, that rumbled through your body. He was definitely trying to make you flustered. Of course he was, that little (big) shit. But, you decided, two could play that game. So you sent him a smirk of your own before slipping from his lap and down to the floor.

With both hands, you grabbed his knees and pushed them apart, while holding his gaze locked with yours. Matsukawa sucked in a breath, and something blazed behind his eyes. For a moment he was stunned motionless, but when you shuffled forward between his thighs, hands reaching for the buckle of his belt, he quickly grabbed your hands to stop you. The vibrator tumbling onto the couch, still buzzing.

“You don’t have to do that,” Matsukawa said, voice dangerously soft.

“But—”

“I told you,” he cut you off, holding both your hands in one of his, as he fished his phone out of his pocket to turn off the little toy next to him. “Right now, is just about you.” He cocked his head to the side and stuffed the phone back in his pocket when the toy fell silent.

“Issei,” you purred at him. “Please?”

“No. Not now,” Matsukawa said. Then he let out another laugh and you couldn’t help but smile at him as you shook your head. Then he winked at you, rose from his spot on the couch and pulled you up with him letting go of your hands when you were on your feet. “I told you that I’m not the least concerned about being caught with my cock inside of you, whether it be mouth, pussy or ass. But I am concerned about having to carry you home, so we are not going to go any further here.”

“Cocky bastard,” you laughed at him and swatted him once more, this time hitting his arm. Matsukawa caught your wrist before you managed to pull back. You’d heard him mention the size of his dick before, and you’d heard the girls talk about how big it is, and after sitting in his lap just now, and spotting the bulge in his pants, you knew that however cocky he may be, he was right in that concern.

“Hey now, that’s not very nice, is it?” Matsukawa looked you up and down with raised brows before he continued. “You were the one who suggested this. You were the one who wanted to know. I’m just going to deliver what you asked for.” He shrugged and quickly pocketed the little toy, dragging you after him towards the door. “Come on, we’re going home, and I’ll show you what I can do.” And with that, he unlocked the door and stepped out in the hall, not even caring to hide his hard on, as you trailed behind him.

The two of you only made it through the door of your shared apartment before Matsukawa pushed you up against it, pressing his lips to yours. You didn’t live far away from your college, but with the way Matsukawa’s hand settled on your thigh during the short drive, something had fluttered in your stomach. Something akin to nervous want. At least that’s what you told yourself. His fingers had trailed the inside of your thigh, featherlight and when his touch had you instinctively trying to close your legs, a deep sound rippled from his throat. The sound shooting straight down south between your legs. He’d made sure you were still ready for him, and he hadn’t wasted time when the two of you made it back home to your shared apartment.

So here you were, back arching against the wooden door, Matsukawa’s lips moving against yours and his thigh nudged between yours, pressing against you. His forearm rested in the door above your head. His other hand holding onto your hip, fingers digging in. The only real sign of his growing eagerness except for the intense feeling behind his kiss.

Your own hands held him in place by his open track jacket, holding on to each side of it, pulling in an attempt to get even closer. Matsukawa’s tongue darted out, licking over your lower lip, and when your mouth fell open in a soft whine, he attached his lips to yours once more, tongue slipping inside to meet with your own. Matsukawa’s fingers found the hem of your shirt, slipping underneath the fabric he shifted. His leg pressed harder against you, and you couldn’t help but rut against him, moaning into his mouth. Fingers moved up further while Matsukawa sucked on your tongue, his own moving against it. When he let go, he moved down to kiss your neck, but as you ground against him, you found yourself growing impatient.

“Issei.”

“Hm?” Matsukawa hums against your neck.

“Weren’t you supposed to show me your skills?” You ask him in fake mockery. You can feel his silent laughter against your skin as he leaves another kiss to your neck.

“Mhm?” He hums again.

“I need you to dick me the fuck down,” you found yourself pressing. This time, the laughter bobbled over as Matsukawa released your neck and let his forehead fall to your shoulder as he laughed warmly.

“So that’s what you want, hm?” His fingers tightened at the dip of your waist when he pulled back to look at you. “And you’re absolutely sure?” And of course, you were. His cock pressed against your hip, and you knew you wanted to know. Wanted to feel it. Wanted him. You nodded firmly; eyes locked on his when his face fell into a confident expression. “Okay.”

Matsukawa pushed off the door, pulling you with him a few steps into the apartment. Reaching the kitchen counter he spun you around, grabbed your hair and pushed you down, bending you over the counter. A surprised yelp fell from your lips as you braced yourself on the counter. Taking a hold of your hip, Matsukawa pulled your ass back against him, bulge pressing against you.

Grinding up against you, Matsukawa hissed at the heat emitting from between your legs. Matsukawa leaned forward, his bigger body engulfing you from behind. His lips graced the shell of your ear.

“You’re going to let me have a taste, right?” His hot breath sent shivers down your spine, and the shudder had your ass jiggling against his cock. Matsukawa inhaled sharply and you felt yourself nodding. Another shiver rippling through you, as Matsukawa chuckles against your ear. “I need you to use your words, baby,” he grinned, having you clenching unwillingly around nothing at the pet name, and he felt it. Even through the layers of fabric. He felt it. “Say it.”

“Yes,” you whined out, as Matsukawa rutted against you.

“Good,” he said, and as he straightened, both his hands settled on your ass, squeezing your thick mounds. With his gaze stuck to your cheeks, Matsukawa dropped to his knees. Just as you looked back at him, you caught a glimpse of his eyes fixed on your ass as he lifted up your skirt. His fingers skirted against your entrance when he grabbed the fabric of your tights and pulled. A stifled yelp against your arm escaped you when you heard the fabric tear.

“Issei—” His name fell from your lips and Matsukawa feels his cock twitching in his pants. He’s just so god damn hungry for you. His mouth stretched into a wolfish grin, his teeth flashing and eyes glistening as he took in the dark patch on your panties.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he murmurs to himself, hunger flashing across his features. “I’m just going to have to eat you up.” He’s breathless as he reaches in and hooks two fingers around your panties, pulls them to the side. As if in a trance, he dives in without warning, licking a stripe through your folds, groaning at your taste. Your own muffled moan drowned in the sound coming from Matsukawa as his tongue explored your pussy.

Expertly, his tongue flicks against your clit, working in swift motions. Sucks it into his mouth, before pulling back, releasing it with a wet sound as slick runs down his chin.

“Don’t hold back.” His fingers dig deeper into the fat of your ass cheeks, while still holding your panties to the side. “Let me hear you. I need to hear you. You promised you’d be good for me.” His tone is soft but firm when he spoke, voice slightly gruff from the desire running free inside of him. And you did promise you’d be good for him. So when he dove back in, you shifted; arm reaching back for his hair. A loud moan left you when his tongue returns to your clit, pressing firmly against it.

Saliva mixed with the slick when Matsukawa let his tongue dance through your folds. Teasing, pressing, sucking. His technique was playful and the hungry sounds he made were absolutely filthy. As your own sounds rapidly increased, you couldn’t help but wonder, that he just might be enjoying this as much as you were. That he just might be utterly into this. That he got off on your taste, your sounds and your arousal making his face wet.

You hadn’t expected the added stimulation when Matsukawa reached down with his thumb, prodding at your entrance. Pushing just slightly inside. Your hold tightened in his hair. He pushed in further and you could literally feel his smile against your clit, when you whined and squirmed in his hold. Matsukawa pulled out his thumb, rubbing it through your folds, thoroughly covering it in wetness. When he was satisfied, he hummed against your sex, moving his thumb until he was instead pushing at the puckered hole between your ass cheeks.

Matsukawa’s tongue found your cunt, lapping up your juices, as his thumb pressed inside. Your walls clenched around him, and when his tongue pressed into your pussy, you subconsciously pull him closer by the hair. He chuckles into you and lets his thumb press deeper, his tongue playing with your hole.

“I’m— Fuck—” your voice broke off when Matsukawa’s tongue pressed deeper. Pulled out. When he slowly moved his thumb back, and pushing back in. Matsukawa’s grin only widened against your pussy, when his lips nibbled at your nub and you writhe against the table. He lifts his gaze to look into your eyes, that lazy glint sparkling at you like you’re the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. Your teeth dug into your lower lip, and your eyes rolled back. A strangled sound ragged in your throat and you clenched down around the empty air.

“Now now,” Matsukawa murmured against your pussy. “No cumming yet,” he told you, pressing his thumb in hard and delivering a particularly hard flick to your clit. Then he pulled back and lifted an arm to dry off the slick and saliva from his chin with a wide smirk grazing his lips. “You’re only allowed to cum on my cock.”

“But—”

“No but’s.” Matsukawa rose from the floor, your hand falling from his hair, but his thumb still inside of you. He let go of your ass cheek, just to deliver a stinging smack against your cheek. “I want to feel you when you cum. The way your pussy is going to hug me and milk me dry. You’re not going to deny me of that, are you?” One eyebrow rises and he watches you intently. He keeps his eyes trained on yours, and even as you feel small under his gaze, you can’t look away. He just stands there, thumb buried in your ass and stares at you. You stare back. Something inside of you wants to put up a fight. To talk back at your best friend like the two of you always do with each other, but the look in his eyes extinguishes the fighting spirit inside of you. Heaving a defeated sigh that came out higher pitched than intended, sounding almost needy instead.

“I’m not,” you told him, voice cracking. “But you better make it worth my while then. Issei—” you intentionally whine his name loudly and the way his jaw sets, tells you that you hit your mark. That tiny bit of unextinguished rebel inside of you succeeded in riling him up further. Another smack came down on your ass cheek as Matsukawa hissed at the challenge you posed.

“Oh you bet I will.” Pulling out his finger, he instead plunged his index finger into your cunt, giving you no warning before he was suddenly knuckles deep. “Shit— Greedy, aren’t you? Think you can take another one already?” Matsukawa tears his eyes from yours, and looks down to you hole, swallowing his finger. He hisses at the wet sound as he pulled his finger back again. Plunging in another finger alongside the first. Matsukawa’s long fingers effortlessly slipped in, until they were sheathed deep in your cunt. The work he’d done, first with the vibrator and then his tongue gave easy access for him to pump his fingers in and out of your pussy.

“Issei, come on please,” you whine out.

“No.”

“But—”

“I don’t want to hurt you, love.” And with that, he pressed in a third finger, stretching you out. You moaned at the feeling.

“I can take it—” You begin as he scissored his fingers inside your pussy.

“So fucking needy. Fine, but don’t come crying to me when you can’t walk after!” Matsukawa growled, pulling his fingers out and making quick progress of his belt, only stopping to fish out a condom from his back pocket, before undoing his pants, only just pushing them down enough for his cock to spring free. When you saw it, you literally mewled and your jaw fell slack. There was no hesitation when Matsukawa ripped open the package. Fisting his shaft, Matsukawa pumped his cock once, twice, thrice and then made just as quick work of rolling the latex wrapper. In a matter of seconds, he discarded of his shirt as well, your eyes widening as your gaze travelled across his bare skin, from your assigned spot on the counter.

You watched Matsukawa intently as he lined himself up at your hole. One of his hands found your hair, forcing you to face forward as he used the other hand to guide his cock, pressing slowly against you. However, he didn’t press inside just yet. Instead, he let his cock slide, rubbing it between your ass cheeks. You sucked in a breath when he thrust against you, cock warm and heavy on your skin. When you’d felt it underneath you earlier, you’d known it was big, but as Matsukawa slipped it across your crack, you knew it wasn’t just big. It was huge and it somehow both exited you and scared you a little at the same time. The sound that left you were strangled. Guttural. Matsukawa huffed and you had only half a mind to think the thought that it might’ve been supposed to be a laugh.

The way he was rutting up against you pulled another sound from you. A desperate pant that was closely followed by another. And then another as you attempted to push back against him.

“Shit—” Matsukawa whistled through his teeth, and he was back at your entrance. When he finally pressed his cock against the ring of muscles of your cunt, your eyes fluttered, almost falling shut. Almost. But when Matsukawa pressed the head inside, it had the opposite effect, eyes widening as tears wetted you lash line. An absolutely filthy moan filled the room, and you just could not bring yourself to care when Matsukawa was splitting you open.

“You need to relax. Baby please,” Matsukawa panted, hand in your hair tightening. “Fuck—I can’t—can’t move if you clamp down on me so—so hard.”

“’m sorry,” you mewled. And you tried to relax. You really tried. And maybe you succeeded, because you felt him pushing in a little further.

“That’s it,” he cooed, slightly breathless. As he pressed in further, Matsukawa put his hand on your hip and started tracing his fingers soothingly across a stripe of skin where your shirt had ridden up when he’d pushed you to the table. “That’s it—Doing s’well for me. That’s my good girl—Ah!” your walls clamped down on him at his words, drawing him in further. “Baby. Baby, please. Relax—” he tried again. Hands twitching. You hadn’t realized you’d done it, before you relaxed your muscles again.

My good girl. The words echoed in your head when Matsukawa heaved a barely audible sigh in relief. The muscles of his hands relaxed when your pussy did around him as well.

“You like being praised, huh?” Matsukawa panted from behind you, and he wasn’t wrong. At least you told yourself that that was it. That was the only reason your body had reacted without your consent to do so. There was no other reason. There wasn’t. Matsukawa rolled his hips, pushing into you “Almost there, love.” This time you managed to limit you reaction to a soft pulse. One that you hoped he would not notice. But of course he did. Smirking, he thrust forward, finally sheathing himself fully inside of you.

“Fuck—” you moaned. He filled you up entirely. For a moment he admired the view of you being split so pretty on his cock. A deep groan sounded when you moved your hips, trying to get him to move.

“Not yet,” he ground out through gritted teeth. His hold on your hair grew slack and as he leaned down across your body, his fingers started running through your hair, softly caressing your scalp. “Take a breath,” he instructed, lips right next to your ears. With his other hand he gently grabbed your chin, turning your face back towards himself. “And give me a kiss,” he whispered, lips only an inch from yours. You looked so pretty. Face flushed and eyes shining when he moved in closer, guiding your lips to his own.

A soft moan sounded from the back of your throat when your lips met. First it was tender. Very tender. So tender, that your mind started spinning, and that something that you’d pushed down and buried deep inside of yourself started clawing for a way out. The feeling was so intense, you knew you wouldn’t be able to lift it, should it surface. So, to accommodate and shove the tenderness aside, you pulled back for the shortest moment, before crashing your lips to Matsukawa’s again. Hard. Demanding. Deep. And despite the muffled sound in surprise, Matsukawa wasn’t late to respond to your change of pace. His lips parted against yours, coaxing you to do the same. And you did, your tongues met, lips moving together, teeth almost clacking against one another and soft sounds escaping not only your throat, but Matsukawa’s as well. He moaned unashamed into your mouth. Into the kiss. With his hand in your hair, he pulled you even closer, desperate to be as close as possible. Even with his cock buried inside of you, it still wasn’t enough. He needed this. And he needed to make you feel good. So he slowly pulled out, lips connected to yours, and rocked back in; the sound it pulled from you, sweeter to him than anything he’d ever heard prior.

It almost drove him mad. Almost. What actually drove him mad, was holding back with you sounding like that. With your lips on his. Something that he’d never admit to you, that’d he’d been thinking about for the longest of time. Matsukawa’s eyes squeezed harder shut as he tasted you. Really tasted you. And you tasted both him and yourself on his tongue. It wasn’t like you hadn’t before but tasting yourself on his tongue had your mind spinning.

Your lips parted from his, and for a moment you could breathe again. The world was moving around you, but you weren’t moving. Instead Matsukawa was moving. He straightened his back and grabbed your upper arm, pulling it backward towards him, twisting you slightly towards him.

“I’m going to fuck you now, okay?” His voice sounded so tender, but the fire behind his eyes as you looked up at him, were in stark contrast. “You’re going to take it like a good girl, aren’t you?” Matsukawa pulled back, slowly. Slowly. Until just the tip was inside. Your pussy walls clenched, desperate to suck him back in. With a roll of his hips, Matsukawa complied. His grip on your upper arm held you back as he pushed back into your cunt.

“Yes—” Matsukawa waited for you to go on while pulling back. But you didn’t, so when the tip of his dick rested at your entrance, he stopped moving altogether.

“Good girl,” he cooed, sucking in a short breath when you pushed back against him. His hold turned bruising as he slammed his cock back inside of you. You jolted forward on the kitchen counter despite his grasp, mouth hanging open. And when he started thrusting, your eyes rolled back. At first he set a steady pace, listening intently to your sounds as he picked up speed.

A high-pitched moan, just an octave higher than the rest, and he knew he’d hit the right speed. The right place. He angled his thrusts to make sure he hit the same spot with each one. Your vision blurred when he rocked into you.

“Issei, I—” how it happened, you weren’t quite sure, but one moment you were bent over the counter, the next your legs wrapped around his waist as he’d spun you around. Your ass rested on the counter, Matsukawa’s hand was in your hair and his lips were against yours, as he kept up the frantic pace.

“Not yet,” he panted against your lips. “Want to watch you when you— Fuck— When you cum.” He pressed up against you, letting his free hand run up under your shirt. Your own arms wrapped around his arms, pulling him even closer. When his warm fingers traced your skin, a shutter traveled down your spine and his lips twitched against yours. For the shortest moment, Matsukawa pulled away to rip the shirt off of you, discarding it on the floor before his lips were back to yours. His hands upon your skin felt almost burning, you moaned into his mouth, grabbing his face and pressing your lips harder to his, desperately rutting against him.

Large fingers pushed the fabric of your bra down, tender movements contrasting the harsh thrusts of his hips. The wet sounds between you. Matsukawa broke your kiss to look down at your boobs. He let out a strangled whistle, when he pinched your nipple, and you threw your head back, hands falling from his face to his shoulders, nails digging in when he twisted your nipple gently. Dipping in, Matsukawa too your other nipple into his mouth.

And that was when he delt the final blow. His hand left your hair, went up under your skirt, and he pressed his thumb to your clit.

“Fuck—” you hissed. His own pant almost as loud as your exclaim when you clamped down on his cock. Clawing at his back, your body started trembling in his hold. “Issei, Issei,” chanting his name as if it was going to be your saving grace, he kept thrusting into your cunt. Heat was swirling in your body but clamping down, you tried to hold back. He’d told you enough times to wait, that you couldn’t help but try to hold back. Matsukawa sucked hard on your nipple, pinching the other between two fingers and rolling your clit under his thumb. He looked up at your flushed face; mouth hanging agape, tongue almost lolling out and eyes blown wide. And then he released your nipple from his mouth.

“Now you can cum,” he whispered only just loud enough to be heard over your moans, the slapping of his skin against yours and the wet noises from your pussy when his cock filled you up again and again. He simultaneously pressed down harder on your clit and flicked your nipple with his tongue, and your vision went white for a moment.

Your walls clamped down hard and your nails dug into his shoulders harder. Matsukawa looked up at you, fucking into you, helping you ride out your orgasm.

“Issei~” his name rolled off your lips so sweetly that his hips stuttered, but he forced it down, he wasn’t going to cum before you’d made it down from your high. But when you opened your mouth again, he couldn’t help himself. “Issei.” Your voice was strained, but he could hear that you’d made it. You looked at him sweetly and god he blew it. His thrusts became sloppy. Hard. Matsukawa pounded into you. Twice. Thrice. Maybe once more, before tumbling over the edge, burying his cock in your cunt and his head in the crook of your neck.

His seed painted your walls as you lifted his head, cradling it in you hands and pressing your lips to his in a kiss that he was quick to drunkenly respond to.

Clean, contempt and satisfied, you were curled up in Matsukawa’s bed. He’d just come back into the room and jostled down beside you, his tone just as playful as it’d always been with you. So the two of you were still… you. And somehow that had you laughing to yourself, before jabbing him in the side. He flinched away from your touch.

“Woman!” He grabbed your wrists, laughing too. “Don’t poke the sleeping bear.” He said as he held you in place, hovering above you with your wrists pinned to the mattress.

“That is not how that saying goes,” you start and writhe in his grasp to get free. “And you’re not sleeping, Bear.” You mocked, not realizing in that moment, that you’d just used your new favorite nickname for your best friend for the first time. His laugh rumbled warm and inviting.

“And what, exactly, are you going to do?” He mocked and tightened his hold just a bit to emphasize his point. And he was right. He didn’t budge no matter how you tired. So instead you decided to try a different tactic.

“I know. Next time—"

“You want there to be a next time?” Matsukawa suddenly sounded serious as he looked at you in surprise. It was working. His hold grew slightly softer. Not quit there yet, so you pressed out.

“Shush. I’ve heard rumors that you and Hanamaki—”

“Don’t even go there,” he cut you off. Plan backfiring when he tightened his hold on you again. Something flashed in his eyes, and it intrigued you. You had to know what I was. So, you asked.

“Why not?”

“Because.” Matsukawa chewed on his cheek before he continued. “Because I’m not okay with sharing you.” He shrugged as if it was the most casual thing he’d ever said, and as if he hadn’t just made your stomach flutter and your heart hopeful. Somehow also frustrated and for some reason, that was the part of you that won.

“But you expect me to share?” You asked him, quirking up an eyebrow at him. Matsukawa looked down at you, studying your face for a moment before seemingly having found what he was looking for.

“No. Not if you’ll have me,” he simply said, leaning down. His lips hovering just above yours, allowing you the chance to turn your head. To say no. But you didn’t. Your eyes fluttered shut and you strained your neck to lean up and capture his lips, pulling a surprised sound from one Matsukawa Issei.

#Matsukawa issei x reader #matsukawa issei smut #matsukawa issei x reader smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu #matsukawa issei #fanfic #let's fucking gooooooo #issei has a big ass cock #so there's that for ya #had to write this #had a lot more ideas actually but they'll have to wait for future fics #have fun

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teamatsumu · 2 months

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all eyes on you. (seijoh 4 x reader)

warnings: pure smut, not even an iota of plot, swearing, fem!reader, voyeurism, fingering, masturbation, implied group sex, slight degradation

word count: 1k

tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi @sleepyxxhead

“H-Hajime,” Your voice trembles and breaks, body arched and wound up tight. Your nails dig into his forearms enough to leave marks, but you’re not sure he minds, considering his fingers only speed up inside you and he moans deliciously in your ear.

Iwaizumi has your back against his chest, and your legs hooked over his. He spreads his legs, simultaneously spreading yours, his unoccupied arm wrapped tight around your waist to hold you in place and keep you nice and open for the three pairs of hungry eyes that are trained on your naked, sweaty body.

“Touch her clit,” Hanamaki whispers, his hand working over his own exposed cock. He is leaning back on the couch before you, looking more bored than anything, but his eyes are sizzling with heat, unblinking, and his hand on his cock is urgent. Your breath stutters, and you’re not sure if it’s because of his words or because Iwaizumi chooses that moment to curl his fingers inside you.

“Don’t tell me how to please my girlfriend.” Iwaizumi grunts back, free hand reaching up to cup at your breast almost possessively. Nevertheless, his fingers slide out of you with a wet squelch and reach up to toy at your engorged clit. Your legs jerk and you gasp at the change in sensations.

“Don’t get snarky, Iwa-chan.” Oikawa’s voice does not match the playfulness of his words. It is husky and low, and he too is playing with his erection. The head is deep pink and weeping with precum, proudly showing just how aroused he is. How can he not be? With the show Iwaizumi is using you to put on.

“She loves it so much, see? Look how pretty she looks.” Oikawa continues, voice turning softer now, more teasing. It almost doesn’t feel like a compliment. Like he is demeaning you, but it only turns you on even more. You can’t believe this is something you enjoy, the jeering way he was talking about you. Iwaizumi never did that. You whine, eyebrows creasing.

“She likes that.” Matsukawa somehow sounds just as sharp and teasing as Oikawa. He has been quiet this whole time, only watching. He hadn’t even undressed, choosing to instead stick his hand in his pants and slowly stroke over himself. Deep down, you longed to see his cock too, knowing because of the jokes the boys made over the years that he was more than well endowed. But you are too shy to voice your desire. You are already doing something you couldn’t have imagined in a million years.

“You assholes are lucky you’re even watching this.” Iwaizumi quipped. “Don’t be ungrateful.”

He keeps his fingers moving on your clit, unwinding his other arm from around you to fill up your empty hole again. You gasp and arch again, one arm reaching back to grip tight on his hair while the other continues clawing at his skin.

“Tell me how you feel, baby.” He coos, knowing you are getting closer.

“Tell us how you feel.” Oikawa interjects, grinning when Iwaizumi shoots him a glare. His hand speeds up, anticipating your release and wanting to reach his high at the same time.

“I-” You weep, tears escaping your eyes to coat your cheeks instead. “I- Hajime!”

“Sshh, I’ve got you.” Hajime kisses the skin just below your ear, a spot that he knows is sensitive. “You’re doing so good, baby. God, you’re so fucking beautiful. Everyone’s looking at you. You’re so sexy.”

“You are, Y/N-chan.” Oikawa speaks again. “Can’t believe I’ve never seen you like this before. Been missing out.”

“Wish it was me,” Hanamaki chimed in. “Wonder what your pretty pussy would feel like on my cock.”

“Watch it.” Iwaizumi warned, but you moaned loudly, clamping down hard on his fingers. Matsukawa snickered.

“You’ve got a whore on your hands, Iwa.” He commented. “She fucking loves the thought of it. Isn’t that right?”

He leans forward, hand moving faster and faster inside his jeans. His words shock you, he is so crass. But it sends a current zipping down your torso, settling like heat in the pit of your stomach. Iwaizumi rubbed hard against your clit, curling his fingers against your spot.

“You want their cocks?” Iwaizumi groans into the shell of your ear, picking up on how aroused you are getting. “You little slut. You’re not satisfied by just me. You’re not even satisfied by them watching. You need them to fuck you.”

You wail as you come, body winding tight as electricity runs up your spine and clutches tight at your lungs. You try to close your legs, to stop Hajime’s hands as they continue to abuse your sloppy pussy. He doesn’t let you, though. His legs hold yours in place as he watches your body writhe. There are groans and curses, as one man after another cums after you, reaching their limit at the sight of your undulating torso, your curled toes, your jaw slacked and your tears still flowing.

Iwaizumi finally pulls his fingers out, running his drenched hand over your sensitive cunt. You jump and whine, trying to push him away, but your weakened limbs are no match for him. He brings his hand down, spanking your pussy and making you yelp.

“Behave,” Iwaizumi nibbles at your earlobe. “Be nice. We have guests.”

Your eyes finally find your audience, their flushed cheeks and hazy eyes. You immediately notice the white that coats their cocks, their hands, some traveling up their bare fronts. You flush at the sight, and you feel something in your core stir again.

Iwaizumi pats your thigh, closing his legs and encouraging you to move. He manhandles you to face him, bringing your focus down to his still rock hard cock. Your breath hitches at the little smirk on his face.

“C’mon, baby. Take care of me. And if these idiots wanna keep watching, they’re welcome to.”

No one moves from the couch, straightening to eye the show you will put on next.

#iwaizumi hajime x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #hanamaki takahiro x reader #matsukawa issei x reader #seijoh 4 #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #iwaizumi hajime smut #oikawa tooru smut #hanamaki takahiro smut #matsukawa issei smut #haikyuu smut #hq smut

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brutallygod · 2 months

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minors don't interact !

cw: female!reader, dubcon, groupie culture, power imbalance, mention of squirting.

thinking about your fav being a rockstar and he has you as his groupie lover <3

thinking about how you're always going to his concerts and you catch his eye from the very first one. now, he has taken fans into his bed. of course, he has. he's a sleaze like that and the power imbalance thrills him. so when he notices how often you're going, how you coyly flutter your eyelash whenever you two lock eyes, he knew he had to have you.

and thinking about how during a break, he tells a guard to let you come backstage. on stage, he watches the guard so as he told and after the show, sweaty and running on adrenaline, he rushes backstage. as soon as he sees you, he stalks over, grabs your arm and pulls you into a private room.

and thinking about how he's immediately on you, hands running over your body as he cages you in between his body and the wall. "wanted you as soon as i saw you wear that tight dress during the first show," he murmurs before descending on your lips. he kisses like how plays—passionate, rough, dominating.

and thinking about how you aren't allowed a word in—he's there to take what he wants and you're there to give it to him. you allow him to kiss you, whimpering against his lips as your hands grasp on to his shoulders. he takes you then and there, pressed against the wall as he sinks his cock in you. you're crying out for more and he gives it.

and thinking about how he fingers you before each show, fingers sinking deep within your cunt and fucking you until you're crying out and cumming. he licks up his fingers as he runs out on stage, smirking. the image of leaving you in that private room, legs spread and cunt leaking with your juices, is imprinted in his mind as he plays.

and thinking about how he always takes you backstage after shows, fucking you in private rooms then taking you to luxurious hotels to resume, until you're squirting all over his cock. your cries and moans are music to his ears, the best he's ever heard.

and thinking about him pushing you to your knees so he can fuck your throat, making you sound as hoarse as he does after a show.

and thinking about him calling you his pretty little slut. about him commenting about how much you drool for his cock. about him commenting he knew your cunt ached for him.

you're caught in his web of pleasure and lust, cunt molding around his cock and fingers as he takes you over and over again.

eren yeager, matsukawa issei, miya atsumu, todoroki touya / dabi, childe, blade (hsr) + your fav!

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animeangel21 · 9 months

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After you give him head or if he stops you while you’re giving him head he’s gonna kiss you. He is going to stick his tongue down your throat, lick the pre cum and drool off your lips and chin.

If he shoots his load in your mouth expect him to have a very sloppy make out session with you after because, he knows he takes care of himself and he wants to make sure it’s just right for ya.

Plus he alwaus says to himself fuck all that masculinity bullshit, he knows he taste good in your mouth

Wakasa,RAN, RINDOU, Hanma, SANZU, Draken, mitsuya, smiley (Nahoya), Mikey, Shinichiro, BAJI, kisaki, matsukawa, iwaizumi, coach ukai

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sunarc · 3 months

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How long are Haikyuu boys' dick in inches?

A/N:This has been sitting in my drafts for almost a year lmaooo let me get rid of it

Seijoh Four

Iwaizumi + Oikawa + Hanamaki + Matsukawa

Oikawa’s dick is so pretty. It’s long slender but definitely packs a punch. He is around 7 inches. His dick is so smooth and feel like absolute heaven sliding into you. The tip of his picklocks so pink and pretty especially when its dripping with pre-cum. He always keeps the hair around it short because he likes a neat clean cut. This man has an entire set he uses to shave and trim the hair. He likes to cockwarm your mouth with his dick. He just get a thrill off seeing you hot and ready practically begging him to fuck your mouth. Once he’s fucking into your mouth there’s no stopping him. He wants you to take all 7 inches of him until he’s spurting warm cum down your throat.

Hanamaki’s dick is everything. It’s so pretty and veiny His dick is around 6.5 inches and he definitely knows how to use it. This man could have you shaking with just one stroke. He’s so cocky about his dick because he knows it’s pretty and he knows he can make you cum. This tip of his dick is so thick and pretty, he can fuck you with just the tip and have you creaming.If you’re wondering, yes the drapes match the curtains. Hanamaki definitely doesn’t shave as much as he should but it’s not an unruly mess but, it’s a pink forest down there. He definitely fucks you nice and slow with it because he want you to feel every inch of him. He needs to see the way your eyes roll back every time he dips the tip of his dick inside of you just to tease you because we all know he likes to be a little tease.

Iwaizumi’s dick is so thick and long. This man has a veiny dick that looks so delicious and it will definitely stretch you out. He’s around 7.5 inches. At first he definitely had some unruly hair but Oikawa made him buy trimming tools with his and now he keeps it down to a decent cut. He doesn’t like the bald look. The tip of his dick is so thick and pink and practically always drooling with precut. He’s so thick and long he doesn’t mind having to hold your hips in pace because he knows how hard it can be to take all of him. Don’t expect him to go soft on you though because he shows no mercy, his dick is big and he’ll show you exactly how he puts it to use

Matsukawa’s dick shouldn’t even need an explanation. He’s so thick and big its almost unbearable…almost. This man is around 9 inches maybe more. He is definitely touching the cervix without even being fulling in. He’s so thick and veiny and has god sent sex skills. The way this man can leave you trembling and begging for more without even fully having his dick inside of you is like magic. Matsukawa is cocky because he knows his dick is big and he doesn’t need anyone to tell him that. He is an absolute menace. He likes seeing your face scrunch up when he’s stretching your hole. He likes to make you look at yourself while he fucks you just so you can see how fuck out of it you get because of his dick so of course that means mirror sex.

#oikawa smut #oikawa headcanons #hanamaki smut #iwaizumi smut #matsukawa smut #hanamaki takahiro #hanamaki headcanons #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi headcanons #matsukawa issei #matsukawa headcanons #haikyuu!!#haikyuu smut #oikawa x reader #hanamaki x reader #iwaizumi x reader #matsukawa x reader

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viviaj · 10 months

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“don’t be a fucking bitch,” matsukawa issei, for the third time tonight, has a dumb bitch underneath him. he shoves your body further into the mattress, “just let me do this.”

you’re burning while issei’s large hand presses down on your back like a brick, his other hand trying to guide his big cock into your tight hole.

feeling him push you open is like fucking hell. “it fucking hurts you piece of shit,”

“you talk so sweet to me baby,” he pushes the tip in, and the pain and feeling of it all has your voice getting caught in your throat, “yeah? say somethin’ nice now,” he bends down beside you, “talk sweet to me.”

he knows what he does to women. and he doesn’t really care.

he goes to push further in and you instinctively jerk forward, “wait, wait. just let me—”

“holy shit, shut the fuck up.”

your face falls into the pillow as he pushes all the way into you. a groan melts from his mouth at how you feel around him, “fuck. yeah that’s good.”

he’s moving in and out of you; like a fucking vice to him, “worth the bratty mouth.”

“fuck you.” it’s meant to come out with more anger but it sounds pathetic next to him.

he’s quiet

he’s quiet while he fucks you like you’re a little tool to get off with.

matsukawa issei knows that he hurts women, and he’s a sick pervert that enjoys it.

a sickening guilt builds in your stomach as you think and think and think and think and

“does it hurt?”

you want to tell him no. you don’t want him to have the satisfaction that it does hurt. that all you can feel is his cock, and his hands.

“yeah,” you cry out pathetically, “it hurts.”

“i know.”

it’s so pathetic. because he didn’t even have to ask in the first place. but watching you, and hearing you subject yourself to him, is fun.

this is fun to issei. and that realisation is awful.

his cock pulls out of you, face next to your cheek, “let’s put this somewhere else, okay?” his thumb hooks into your mouth, pulling at your cheek, “right here.”

you were in for a long night.

#haikyuu men #haikyuu smut #tw dubcon #tw noncon #matsukawa smut #matsukawa issei #tw degredation #he’s an asshole #issei matsukawa #issei smut #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa x you #matsukawa issei x reader #matsukawa x y/n #noncon tw

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shaisuki · 5 months

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wolf! issei stumbling over the meadow. lush greenery with flowers in bloom and bees buzzing and meeting the cute, chubby bunny whose cheeks is so puffed and round. nibbling on morsels of food. ears all twitchy and tail wiggling from the abundance of food.

wolf! issei towering over your form. curious you wondering why it was dark all over of a sudden but the sun is high and there's no clouds and you look back and see wolf! issei staring at you with that wolfish grin of his.

poor chubby bunny you who froze in fear upon seeing a big, bad wolf! issei but rest assure he won't eat you. he will just devour you in many ways he can think of you.

wolf! issei relishing on your chubby form quivering and that teary expression of yours. his cock twitching and rock hard. you ain't even speaking and he's that already hard. how come if you speak in that cute voice of yours. it will be already game over.

wolf! issei is already imagining how tight it is to be buried in your tight, little hole. it would be so delicious.

wolf! issei that is humongous in form and his cock is no different from him. the girth of his cock that your cute hand couldn't wrap around it entirely and that bulbous tip of his cock. flushed and throbbing. red and leaking with copious amounts of pre-cum.

wolf! issei who still can't make his cock fit in your tight, little hole despite the amount of prep — cause despite how many times he made you cum with his tongue, stretched you out with his thick fingers that is covered with your slick — it just won't.

but wolf! issei can make it fit. thumbs your cute, pretty, little clit while he slowly bullies his cock inside you. his bulbous tip pressed into your twitching hole.

wolf! issei that is distracted by your ears flopping and twitching while you whimper from how big he is.

“'s big... too big.... won't fit...” you chant like a mantra feeling that burn of being stretched by his huge cock despite the small sparks of pleasure shooting in you from him rubbing your clit.

wolf! issei who just shushes you. telling you that he's already inside but it is still only the tip.

“already inside, pretty girl...” cooing at you with heart in his eyes before deeply pushing inside you. making you cry out and him drooling. saliva dripping out and falling to your soft skin.

wolf! issei who is ruthless. drilling his cock so deep inside you. hitting your sweet spots that got moaning and calling his name. crying from how good it was and begging for more.

wolf! issei who fucks you so deep. folding you like a lawn chair. your legs hooked in his arms and pressed to your chest. ruts in you so deep that you can feel the veins that runs along in his huge cock. his tail swishing and flicking with every deep thrust.

wolf! issei who breeds you throughly. pumping you loads and loads of his thick, white cum deep inside your chubby pussy. it's so much that where the base of his cock and your hole is forming into a circle of white from the cum he poured inside you but wolf! issei doesn't stop. fucks you that you're already squirting. spraying his pelvis with the clear, liquid and he grins. making sure he fucked you properly.

wolf! issei who's all smiles. got that huge wolfish grin seeing your hole dripping with his cum. your chubby form trembling from the intense orgasms and that adorable look you have. so breedable.

wolf! issei marking you as his. claimed and his to breed wherever he wishes. after many ruts and heats he still needs to prep you still not used to his size but don't worry wolf! issei is always happy to obliged cause....

creampies makes the bunny happy and one wolf satisfied.

#ᝰ.ᐟ shai's drabbles #chubby reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #matsukawa smut #hq matsukawa #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa issei #haikyuu x chubby reader

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moechies · 5 months

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loverboy <3

loverboy characters who eat you out so sweetly, tracing heart shapes with their thumbs on your clit while they tongue your cunt 💝 also tracing their names on your cunt with their tongue too, making you guess what they’re spelling out!

౨ৎ gojo satoru, getou suguru, itadori yuuji, oikawa tooru, tendou satori, mattsun issei <3

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begko · 5 months

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keep quiet. -seijoh 4

warnings: 18+ MDNI, poly, implied masturbation, implied sex(? I think), idk how to tag so lmk if there's anything else

contains: fem reader, seijoh 4 x reader (but mostly Matsukawa x reader and Hanamaki x reader)

wc: 1.2 k

a/n: I feel like there's not enough seijoh 4 fics out there so I decided to write one myself lol. This is my first fic so if anyone likes this I'll finish this and try to post more. Just ask and I'll lyk if I can do it!

Living in an apartment with four other boys never left your days feeling dull. Although you were all in your 20’s and supposedly more mature than your younger selves, they were still boys.

They would each find ways to somehow piss you off, whether consciously or not. Dirty laundry in the living room, a bag of chips left open on the counter, or the loud moans of a random girl spilling through the crack in their bedroom door. These things wouldn’t typically leave you feeling so annoyed, but hearing a repeating “Yes Oikawa!” at 3 AM– the night before your abnormal psychology midterm may I add– was seriously starting to test your patience.

Before you knew it, you found your feet gliding stomping down the hallway towards the brunette’s room, unknowingly drawing the other three to peek out from their own doors.

“I SWEAR TO GOD TOORU. IF SHE DOESN’T SHUT UP YOU WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY AGAIN.” You emphasized your threat by loudly pounding your fist on his door, then swiftly retreating back to your room, slamming your door for good measure. You put your earbuds back in and tried to focus on the music that filled your ears.

Thankfully, you eventually drifted to sleep, but the groggy feeling you had the next morning did not dissipate, even with the large coffee you had made. After fumbling with your keys for what seemed like forever, you were met with the faces of your roommates, all waiting to greet you. They each gave you a warm smile, which normally would brighten your mood a bit, but the sight of Tooru’s face made a frown appear on your face. Without a word, you disappeared into your room and threw yourself onto the bed, hoping to catch up on some sleep.

“What did I do?” Hajime immediately slapped the back of Tooru’s head in response. “You idiot! She had an exam today and you haven’t even apologized for keeping her up!” Hajime clicked his tongue in annoyance at his best friend. Tooru rubbed the back of his head to soothe the pain. “Well how do I make her forgive me? I didn’t know she had an exam!”

Hajime merely shook his head, “Figure it out.” he said before going to check on you. As he opened your door, he found you– jeans and all – laying face-down on your bed. A groan of acknowledgement came from your figure, causing Hajime to let out a breathy laugh. “You okay?”

“Headache.” Was all you managed to say before beckoning him to lay with you. He obliged, letting you roll over before laying on top of your half-made bed with you. He adjusted you both so your head would be comfortably caged in his arms, while you curled into his warmth.

“It’s alright, just get some sleep. I’ll stay with you, baby.” There it was. That nickname he gave you. It always put a smile on your face, this time no different, as you drifted off with your lips sleepily curled up at the corners.

While, yes, they were annoying at times, one could argue that they had a soft spot for you. They would often lay with you if they knew you wanted the company, just as Hajime was doing. When a boy would break your heart, you would find one of them waiting outside of your lecture hall with a bouquet of daffodils, ready to take you out to eat or to a club. With them, you never needed to watch cringey rom-coms while incessantly crying. They distracted you from the heartache, until it eventually melted away. And those nicknames, god, those nicknames. You were sure that they meant nothing, but the way that they locked eyes with you as they uttered ‘Princess’ or ‘Darling’ made your heart stop in ways that felt more than platonic. Sometimes, when you touched yourself in the dead of the night, you found yourself imagining them saying it, driving you to your climax. But you would never admit that to any of them. Just as they wouldn’t admit that you would sometimes let your moans get loud enough for them to hear, driving them to let their hands wander down beyond the waistbands of their boxers. They quickly chased their high, knowing that without the sweet noises of your pleasure seeping through the thin walls, they would be left unsatiated.

You awoke to the delicious smell of food wafting in from the kitchen. After stretching a bit, you opened your eyes to find Hajime no longer next to you. You followed the smell into the main area of your apartment, finding the boys sitting at the kitchen counter chatting while Tooru stood with a pink apron on.

Your small laugh caused them all to turn their heads to wear you stood, a smile appearing on each of their faces. You walked up to them and put your hands on the counter, surveying the mess left on top of it.

“I made you your favorite! And before you say anything, I was just about to clean up.” That drew another giggle to fall from your lips. You mumbled out a ‘You better.” as Tooru wrapped his arms around your form. “I’m sorry for keeping you up last night, please forgive me?”

“ Fine, just buy a gag for the next time you wanna bring one of them home.” The four laughed while you began to set the table.

After dinner, Tooru told you to put on a movie while the rest of them did the dishes and grabbed something sweet to snack on. You opted to take a quick shower before doing so and changed into a comfortable tank top and shorts. As you plopped down on the couch and simply chose to re-watch The Hunger Games, Hiro and Issei sat down on either side of you. Issei guided you between his legs, allowing your head to lay on his chest, as Hiro moved your legs into his lap. Hiro draped a blanket over your form, as you gave him a small smile of thankfulness. Soon after, Hajime and Tooru sat in the smaller armchairs and started the movie.

You’ve seen this movie a million times, after all it was your favorite. But as you watched Katniss tie herself to a tree in an attempt to get some sleep, you began to grow bored. You shifted from your position, fidgeting in hopes of becoming comfortable again. “Sit still, pretty girl. I wanna know what happens next.” You heard Issei whisper into your ear. You freeze. For some reason, the mixture of the hot breath that you felt on your neck and the raspiness of his voice made your stomach form a knot. But it wasn’t until you felt Hiro’s hand start to slowly travel up the length of your leg that you finally realized what you were feeling. You felt hot, making you squirm even more. Issei’s arm snaked around your middle, holding you in place. “I said sit still. We’ll give you a reward if you’re good.” Suddenly it felt like your senses were heightened. The feeling of Issei’s arm and Hiro’s wandering hands made your breathing come to a halt. Is this a dream?

“Do you trust us, pretty girl?”

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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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bitch-for-bo · 5 months

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The Better Brother (artist! Matsukawa x chubby fem reader) 18+

miss me? ;)

NSFW; MINORS GTF OUTTA HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!

TW: you're a cheater BUT you only cheat on a cheater asshole AND we support women's wrongs :))))

summary: Your fiancé leaves you across the ocean to sort out this whole 'wedding' thing all by yourself. Well.... lets just say that YOU get sorted out instead ;).

(((((((((loosely based on the movie Moonstruck (heavily recommend!!!!))))))))))

“Married?....... You want to get married?......to me?”

You wondered what you looked like at the moment, you wondered if your eyes were bugging out of your head or if your jaw looked completely locked in its unhinged position.

It definitely felt like they were.

It felt like your whole world had just come crashing down around you. All because of those 4 little words.

“Why not? You’ve taken care of me for the last 5 years, I want to take care of each other for the rest of our lives.”

…..this wasn’t a part of your plan.

You didn’t quite know what your life plan was…. But it definitely wasn’t this.

“Why now?” you whisper, noticing that for every second you didn’t answer your boyfriend with an ecstatic yes, another restaurant patron's eyes locked onto you. You could feel your face growing hot with embarrassment and yet you still couldn’t blindly accept this proposal, not without knowing why.

“Why not now?” he asked, taking your hands into his. You could see the sweat starting to form on his hairline, the anxiety of public rejection becoming apparent in his tone as you worked to avoid his gaze.

Why not now?

Does he not hear himself? Why not now?

“I just-” you stuttered out, taking your hands back into your own laps, wiping the moisture off your palms against your thighs.

“-Just hear me out!” He cut you off, perhaps a bit too loudly as well, seeing as the crowd of nosy spectators seemed to be inconspicuously growing by the second. He looked frazzled, in fact, this might have been the most affected that you’d ever seen him. Usually, he was the cool-headed one, the blasé, jaded businessman. But now he sat, his voice raising with each word, face red with humiliation. He looked panicked, far too panicked for the situation.

“My mother…” He started, clearing his throat, trying to collect himself before he could make a fool of himself in public.

Ahh… his mother

you thought….. That was obviously why he was so panicked. That was why he was asking you this all of the sudden.

His mother was pressuring him.

Well, the joke is on him, you’re not gonna give in just because of the wishes of his mother.

“....My mother is dying.”

If your eyes weren’t bulging out of your head before, they definitely were now.

“w-What- when?..... Oh god….” you gasped, the guilt automatically washing over you as you watched your partner's face melt into worry, his brows knitting together as you brought your hands back onto the table to envelope his.

“They called me this morning…. They asked me if I could fly back home to….. ya know?”

“Of course..” you nodded, “you need to be with her right now…. Have you booked your flight yet? Should I try to book it now?”

Now listen…. It was a serious situation. And a horrible one at that, and you were 100% devoted to getting your partner home to his dying mother. But you couldn’t deny that you were also trying to steer the conversation back away from marriage.

But he wasn’t going to let you forget.

“Darling please….” he sighed, squeezing your hands in his, “my mother, she once told me that all she wants in this world… all she wants… is to see me happy… to see me married. And I want you to marry me.”

“God….” you sighed “I just….. You’re sure you want me?...”

He nods, holding your gaze.

It felt like his eyes were melting into your face. And if that wasn’t bad enough, there were still a good handful of people burning holes into your back. They were all expecting an answer.

Not only that, they were expecting a particular answer. An answer you weren’t sure that you were ready to give.

But for god's sake, the man’s mother was dying, and he pretty much made it sound like her dying wish was for her son to marry. If you said no now you’d be a monster.

Against your better judgment, you glanced around the restaurant, your eyes meeting the eager gazes of not only fellow patrons but staff as well. God, was that a tray of champagne waiting??

After scanning the room, your eyes finally made it back to the man who just asked you to marry him.

“Yes.” you whispered, offering him a small, unsure smile.

A smile that he returned tenfold, announcing to the restaurant, “she said yes!” prompting applause and congratulatory champagne.

He slipped the ring onto your finger, kissing your hands as you sat and watched him with that same small smile on your face.

“Now of course, I’ll have to fly out to my mother, but we should get married as soon as possible.” He said, dropping your hands to take a long drink of champagne. “I trust you want to organize the wedding?”

So much was happening, staff was swarming around you, pouring drinks and grabbing your hand to inspect the ring, and the restaurant chatter had resumed, and somehow along the way a violinist had been called in to serenade you as well.

You felt like your brain was being torn into 5 different pieces, all equally painful and all equally taxing.

You couldn’t even answer his question before he’d moved on in the conversation, rambling about flight times, how long he’d be staying, and who was going to fill in for him at work.

You were definitely overstimulated by the complete chaos surrounding you, but you told yourself it would be okay, that you could just zone out until he eventually tired and decided to drag the both of you home for the night.

Were you ready to get married? Hell no! But what were you supposed to do?

God, what would your parents say about this? Marrying a man nearly 20 years your senior. Did you love him? Of course!

….well…..maybe…… you definitely felt a strong connection with him……. so then what was this dread?

It was just anxiety. It had to be. After all, you had never planned to get married in the first place. You’d seen one too many marriages fail, one too many couples grow to hate each other and you’d sworn it off.

It wasn’t that you hated marriage in particular, you’d seen plenty of happily married people, you suppose it was just the fact that in your mind, it was impossible for you to be one of those happily married people.

You’d never been good at relationships. In fact, your current relationship had been eerily long. Usually, something would’ve happened by now. You would’ve walked in on him cheating, or you would’ve woken up to all of his stuff gone. But that hadn’t happened yet.

So maybe it was love, you told yourself. Maybe he was the love of your life and you were ready to get married.

After all, 5 years is a crazy long time, right?

Far too long to stay with a man you didn’t love……right?

What had you gotten yourself into?

Within the week, your now fiance had booked a flight out to his home city, leaving you behind with a long wedding to-do list.

On the positive side, after your initial dread spiral, you were feeling much better. You reminded yourself that everything happened for a reason and that there was no reason that your marriage couldn’t be any less fulfilling than the last five years had been.

You reminded yourself that your partner had stuck with you for five years, that kind of stuff doesn’t just happen to people who aren’t ready for marriage.

Anyways, you felt much better….. Happy even.

Your parents definitely could’ve taken the news of you marrying an older man…… better….. But at the end of the day, they admitted that as long as you were happy… they were too.

In all honesty, you think that they were mostly just relieved that you found someone to marry you.

Your family would never say it out loud, but you often thought that none of them believed you would ever find someone to be with. Deep down you felt like your parents always betted on your siblings for things like inlaws and grandchildren.

And you couldn’t blame them necessarily. You weren’t the conventional definition of beauty (a fact that all of your exes had brought to your attention sooner or later) and you definitely didn’t have low standards.

This meant that you forever lived in a limbo of never being “good enough” or “pretty enough” but never being willing to settle. So where did that leave you?

Alone.

Alone until you found your fiance.

To be honest, it was rough at first. He was this bigshot investor that was only slightly younger than your father and for some reason, he’d taken an interest in you, his (used to be) intern.

At first, you ignored the attention, young and uncomfortable with the idea that an older man could find you desirable. In your field, you were used to all of the finance bros, who wanted you in the bedroom but never in public.

But slowly, as he managed to worm his way into your daily schedule, you found yourself warming up to him. He’d walk past your desk each day, sometimes leaving you a coffee with a little winking face drawn on the side, sometimes he would smooze as you took the elevator with him, but most of the time it was him just making small comments along the lines of “you take care of me so well,” or “I’m lucky to have you looking out for me” which slowly transitioned into “i love the way you take care of me” and “am I lucky enough to take you to dinner”

Before you knew it, five years had passed. And while you’d technically never defined your relationship in words, or moved in with each other, or even met each other's families, you still thought of yourselves as dating…. well……engaged now.

You looked down at the to-do list that sat on the cafe table. Most of it was fairly straightforward, arrange the flowers, get the caterer, cake-tasting, wine-tasting, the list went on.

The one bullet point on the list that definitely wasn’t straightforward was the last one.

Invite Matsukawa

Apparently, your beloved fiance had an estranged brother. A younger brother whom he hadn’t spoken to for the last 10 years.

An estranged brother that you were in charge of tracking down and inviting to your wedding.

What could possibly go wrong?

He was a fucking mortician.

That's what could go wrong.

Your fiance had given you a little bit of background on his brother, and from the sounds of it, he seemed to be a fairly normal person. But come on…. How many normal people were morticians?

But nevertheless, you had told your fiance that you would do it. You would do it so that he could reunite with his brother and restore their relationship. Would it be a little weird for you? Yes. But it seemed that recently you’d been kicked out of your comfort zone, and apparently weren’t allowed back in.

So you’d looked up the address to the funeral home Matsukawa worked at, and decided that your goal for the day was to somehow convince him to come to his brother’s wedding.

Now all you had to do was work up the nerve to go in and actually talk to him.

You glanced out of the cafe’s window at the funeral home.

It’s not like it was overwhelmingly off-putting. It looked crisp and clean, a great place to bring your recently lost loved one……. But that didn’t mean it didn’t still give you the heebie-jeebies.

You looked back down at your coffee. There was probably only a sip or two left, which meant that you could no longer put this off.

Hesitantly, you left the coffee shop, holding your almost empty coffee cup as a shield of sorts as you approached the front doors of the funeral home.

You opened the doors.

It was quiet.

As to be expected.

You walked up to the empty reception desk, inspecting it for some kind of bell or button to alert someone of your arrival, but much to your dismay there was no such thing.

You looked around you, there wasn’t much to see in the lobby area, an expensive-looking rug, a nice velvet-covered loveseat, and a couple of potted plants…. Other than that there really wasn’t-

“-Fucking christ!” you gasped, jumping at the sight of a man's disembodied head peering through an open cut out in the wall.

You clutched your chest, trying to recover as he simply watched you, not even bothering to move. All the man did was grin at you, having the audacity to chuckle at your display of fright.

“Shit…” you breathed, turning your back to the man while trying to regain the quickly diminishing confidence that you had, you know, the confidence that was barely there to begin with.

A couple of deep breaths later, you decided that you felt stable enough to face the mystery man again. Now that the initial surprise/fear had passed, only dread and a smidge of anger remained.

Like, who the fuck would do that?? For all they know, you were a prospecting customer who’d just lost a loved one and you were greeted with the harrowing sight of a man’s head in a window.

You turned around, not sure if you should demand an apology, or issue one, when you were greeted with the sight of perhaps the prettiest man you’d ever seen.

Yes, he was the same weird man that had literally just pretended to be a severed head, but hey… first impressions were rough.

You opened your mouth to speak, still unsure of what to say, but thankfully, he spoke first.

“Sorry about that, it’s never gone over well and yet I keep trying.”

Wow his voice was deep, but not deep like ‘trying to be deep’ or even like ‘just woke up deep’ it was just… deep.

It was nice.

You were engaged.

Why was that so hard to remember?

You let out a small laugh before clearing your throat.

“Well, it was… interesting, I’ll give you that.”

He gave you another lopsided grin, but said nothing, forcing you to try and remember why you walked into the building in the first place.

Fiance’s brother. Right.

“Anyways, I’m here today because I’m looking for Maksukawa, is he working today?”

“Is something wrong” he asked, a much more acceptable mask of professionalism slipping over his features. You shifted from heel to heel, wondering if you should really tell this man about your fiance’s private family life.

“Nope, just here to talk with him.” you settled on that. Surely you wouldn't be asked for more.

“How do you know him?”

Of fucking course you’d be asked for more. Because having things go your way is just too much to ask.

“Oh, I’m just his brother’s fiance.” you said, trying to keep your voice light and unworried.

But as soon as you said it, the man’s eyebrows shot up and his jaw (which was gorgeously sharp) became set.

And while that reaction was a little weird, and definitely raised a little suspicion, you decided to ignore it and press forward.

“You see, I’m here to invite him to the wedding on behalf of my fiance.” You took a step closer to the desk that the man had retreated behind as you said it, trying your best to keep your shoulders squared and the pep in your step.

“He’s not interested.” the man, who had been nothing if not good-natured up till now, turned away, affirming your suspicions.

“You’re Matsukawa aren’t you?”

He ignored you and instead turned to head back through a set of swinging doors behind him, leaving you slack jawed and speechless.

Your partner had warned you of his brother’s standoffishness, but when you’d asked about why they hadn’t talked in 10 years, you received no clear answer. But judging by the way Matsukawa just left you in the dust, something big must’ve happened.

Nevertheless, you weren’t one to step down from a fight, no matter how scared or uncomfortable you were, so you followed him through the back doors into a little room with lockers lining the wall.

“I’m right, right? You’re Matsukawa?”

His back was facing you as he closed the door to his locker, his shoulders were definitely tensed but not nearly as much as one would expect considering the fact you were definitely not allowed back here, a rule which you rudely defied.

“My friends call me Issei.”

“Okay Issei, I’m here to-”

He turned towards you, his eyes flicking over your body once, before cutting you off.

“I said my friends, not some kid who's marrying my bastard brother.”

Once again, your jaw dropped. What the fuck was it about these brothers making you at a complete loss for words?

“Excuse me?”

Seriously, did their mother not raise them properly?

Their mother. That’s why you were there. Their mother is dying and her dying wish was for her son to be married.

You didn’t give him a chance to respond before continuing before you lost your nerve.

“Listen, I’m just here to invite you to the wedding. I’m not sure what went down between you and your brother, but I do know that he wants you at our wedding. Anyways, he’s family and family forgives each other, so please just take this.”

You held out the RSVP invitation to Issei, you set your jaw firmly and squared yourself in front of him, showing him that you wouldn’t tuck your tail and run.

He looked you up and down again. You tried not to focus on how his gaze made your stomach flip and your ears burn.

“How old are you?” He asked, his eyes landing on the invitation pinched between your prettily manicured fingers.

“Does it matter?”

Issei’s eyes traveled up your wrist to your arm, then shoulder, then neck, before finally landing on your face. He grinned at the look on your face, because while it was clear you were trying to keep a fire in your eyes, you were just about as intimidating as a puppy.

“It does.”

“Can I ask why?”

Issei took a step forward, narrowing the distance between the two of you until there was only a couple of inches.

“Because I know how old my brother is, and I wanna know why a girl who was in diapers when he was joining a frat is standing in front of me, saying she’s his fiance.”

Your eyes, which had been locked on his, standing your ground, flicked to the ground.

“So what is it, the money? The house? Did he accidentally knock you up? Let me guess, he’s your boss and you just wanted to stay his favorite, you didn’t even mean to get that drunk at the company party. Is that it? Or did you-”

Before you knew what was happening, you’d already reached your hand between the two of you and slapped Issei across the face.

For the first time since you’d met him, that stupid grin was gone, and in its place a look of surprise. You spoke before he could.

“Listen here,” you said in a low tone, trying to keep your voice from shaking due to the adrenaline flooding through your body,

“You don’t know me. You’ve never met me, never talked to me, and you sure as hell have never gotten close enough for me to disclose jack shit to you, much less how I met and got involved with your brother. I get that you guys don’t like each other, but that is no fucking reason to get pissy with me. In fact, how dare you talk about me like that? It doesn’t matter if your brother wronged you a thousand times over, you have no right to talk to me in that disgusting manner.”

You stopped to take a breath, closing your eyes so that you wouldn’t see Issei and chicken out of your speech.

“Now. I’m leaving, and I’m leaving you with the invitation to this stupid fucking wedding. You can come or not, I don’t care. Goodbye.”

Before he could respond you turned on your heel and fled back through the set of double doors, back into the safety of the main lobby. Once you were on the street again, you let yourself slow down, releasing the breath you’d been subconsciously holding.

You couldn’t believe that you’d done that, it was almost like you’d blacked out. You really couldn't even remember what you’d said. Oh god, hopefully you didn’t say anything too rash.

Even if Issei deserved it, he was your partner’s brother…..

….maybe you were too harsh.

You scolded yourself as you walked down the street, trying as best as you could not to look like a crazy person, muttering to yourself as you made your way back to your apartment.

The guilt and worry of what you’d said and how you’d behaved was eating at you. Did Issei deserve to be slapped? Yes! 100 fucking percent he deserved it.

But still….

If he hated his brother before you’d done that, he most definitely hated him even more now.

Maybe, you thought as you laid down to sleep, you could try and go by the funeral home tomorrow to smooth things over.

Maybe you could use the stress of the wedding as an excuse to why you’d slapped him, yeah…that was a good idea.

…or at least the best idea you had.

And while you tossed and turned with guilt over slapping your fiance's younger, very good-looking brother, Issei was in a similar boat.

Well… kind of.

He didn’t necessarily feel guilty over how he treated you. He was just being honest, there was no way in hell he’d attend his lousy brother’s wedding, that bastard could apologize a thousand times over for what he’d done and Issei still wouldn’t forgive him.

No, what he did feel guilty about though is the fact that he pretty much blew any chance he had of seeing you again.

If Issei was a better person he’d feel guilty about his feelings for you, fortunately he never claimed to be one.

He’d given up on sleeping hours ago, the only thing that closing his eyes got him was visions of you. The look on your face when you scolded him, the sting that your palm had left against his jaw.

And christ your body….

If Issei had believed in God, you were definitely her.

He could drown in you if you’d only let him.

So without any other way to soothe himself or fall asleep, he drank. A little too much if he’s being honest. So much that he didn’t even care when his neighbors slammed on his walls to tell him to turn his records down.

He preferred to sulk this way. That was what he was doing, sulking over a beautiful woman that he’d never see again, over a woman who was going to marry his brother, his enemy.

And as the night went on, the bottle of booze in his hand emptied further, until he nearly saw double as he worked on anything to distract himself from thoughts of you.

Perhaps when he said you were God he meant the opposite, God could never plague him like you were. You were a devil, a devil committed to his devil brother…. The thought made him feel a little better. Not much of course.

He eventually called into work, leaving some half-ass excuse on their answering machine as to why he wouldn’t be coming in that day, before dragging himself to bed. He was drunk enough to sleep, but not drunk enough to escape dreams of you.

The next morning, bright and early, you stood outside of the funeral home with two fresh coffees in hand and an optimistic smile on your face. Today was the day that you would convince Issei to come to the wedding if it was the last thing you did.

To be honest, you were completely ready to give up and tell your fiance that his brother had died some terrible death within the last 10 years, but as soon as you’d heard his voice over the phone, asking if you’d been able to convince Issei yet, you chickened out of it.

You didn’t know if you were just feeling extra sentimental or if it was your fiance whining about how now that his mother is dying, family is the most important thing, but you now stood on the sidewalk in front of Issei’s workplace with a renewed vigor and immovable stubbornness.

You walked into the building, scanning the lobby, making sure that Issei wasn’t pretending to be a floating head again.

You frowned at the sight of an empty lobby, walking slowly up to the desk as if you were expecting the gorgeous mortician to jump out at you at any moment.

“Hello?” you called out, trying to crane your neck to look through the small windows of the double set of doors that you’d been through yesterday.

“Hi there!” you heard a new voice come from a different direction.

When you turned your head, you were slightly disappointed to find an unfamiliar young woman, dressed in black, smiling as she walked behind the desk to help you.

“Hello,” you replied, trying to hide your disappointment with a small smile, “I’m looking for Matsukawa, is he here?”

“He actually called in sick today, I’m sorry.”

Your shoulders must’ve sagged a little because the woman looked at you curiously, her eyebrow raising.

“Can I ask why you’re asking for him?”

“Oh it’s nothing,” you sighed, “I’m just engaged to his brother and I’m supposed to convince him to come to the wedding. We got off on the wrong foot yesterday so I thought I’d swing by today and try again.”

The look of shock on the woman’s face was enough to make you straighten your back and hold your coffee a little closer to your body. She must’ve noticed your discomfort as she quickly apologized.

“Sorry, I just totally didn’t expect that to be the reason…. I feel really bad telling you this, but I don’t think you should waste any time on that. Issei hates his brother.”

So Issei’s coworker knows what happened but you don’t? Was your fiance trying to set you up for failure???

“Well, if you don’t mind me asking, what happened?”

A look came over the woman’s face, that look that says ‘I’m not supposed to be talking about this, but I absolutely LOVE talking about it’. She leaned over the counter, gesturing you to lean in closer.

“Ten years ago, Issei was engaged to this woman, beautiful girl, a real pretty lady, they’d met in school and decided to get married young so they could start having kids. So one day, Issei gets off work a little early, so he decides to surprise her at her place, and what does he find when he gets there? His brother, buck-naked in her bed.”

“No!” you gasped, horrified at the image of your fiance home-wrecking his brother.

“Yes! So Issei’s pissed right? Screaming and throwing shit everywhere, his fiance’s crying, the neighbors are yelling, and what does his brother do?”

The look of suspense on your face was prominent enough to make the woman behind the desk grin as she paused in dramatic effect.

“He tells Issei that it’s been going on for months and that they’re running off together.”

“What?” you scoff, leaning back away from the woman in awe.

You couldn’t believe what you’d heard. Is that really the kind of man you were about to marry?

“Worst part about it, is that since Issei’s so much younger than his brother, the girl wasn’t any older than 20 while Issei’s brother was nearly thirty six!”

“So what happened?” You asked, feeling slightly faint at the overwhelming amount of information you’d received.

“Nothing, Issei was heart broken, his brother ran off with his girl and there was nothing he could do about it. That’s why they haven't talked in 10 years. And from the sound of it, the whole family took the brother’s side so now Issei doesn't talk to them either.”

You wondered if you looked like a gaping fish at the moment as you grappled with yourself, trying to find words to say. You couldn't believe that your fiance could do something so heinous.

He stole the love of his brother’s life, and obviously it never went further than an affair because he’d never even mentioned his ex to you.

Of course, now that you thought about it, he didn’t mention much of anything to you.

The woman must’ve seen the turmoil on your face and taken pity on you because she reached under the desk and pulled a sticky pad and pen out and started jotting things down.

“Anyways, I’m just gonna give you his address, it’s not too far from here. Swing by if you're brave enough, but now that you know the history, you can’t blame him if he doesn’t wanna talk to you.”

You nodded and thanked her as she handed you the sticky note.

“Now that I know, the only thing I feel is guilty about how I treated him yesterday.” you looked up at the woman, offering a grateful smile “thank you for telling me.”

She waved you off as you began leaving the lobby, “Don’t mention it, I hope everything works out the way it should!”

With one last thank you, you left the funeral home and started off down the street towards Issei’s apartment. With the newfound knowledge of the brother’s history you now realized that asking Issei to come to the wedding was like asking him to reopen old wounds.

And hell, with what you just found out you weren’t sure you wanted to marry this guy anymore. You know what they say, once a cheater, always a cheater. Could you really trust that he hadn’t done the exact same to you in the last five years?

Anyways, the very least you could do now was apologize to Issei and hope that the two of you could treat this like water under the bridge.

So that’s where you’d gotten to where you were. Sitting at his kitchen table as you watched him nurse his hangover with the coffee you brought him and a plate of breakfast that you’d cooked for him.

You watched as he poked at the eggs with his fork.

“Sorry, I didn’t know how you liked them.” you apologized, your voice coming out much squeakier than indentinded. But based on the fact that you were sitting across from perhaps the most gorgeous man you’d ever met who still had bed head and was only sporting a loose fitting pair of black sweatpants, you’d say you were doing pretty good at keeping your voice calm.

“No, they’re good… thank you..” Issei muttered, keeping his eyes on his plate. He couldn’t look up at you right now.

The first thing he’d woken up to this morning was you knocking on his door, and normally that wouldn't have been so bad. In fact, he could think of few things better than the sight of a pretty girl waiting for him on his doorstep. The only reason he didn’t enjoy your early morning visit was because it gave him no time to take care of his raging morning wood, which was significantly worse than usual thanks to you being the star of his dreams the night before.

He glanced up from his plate, trying to sneak a glance at you as you concerned yourself with the view from his kitchen window.

You were even more stunning in the morning light, the sun outlining the soft curve of your chin as you smiled at the city's skyline.

He looked back down at his breakfast, not nearly as appetizing as the sight sitting across from him.

“Anyways,” you said, breaking the silence as you watched him near the end of his breakfast, clearing the plate of the last slice of toast. “I wanted to come by and apologize for how I acted yesterday, I was-”

Before you could even finish the apology, he held a hand up to stop you.

“Don’t even mention it, I was out of line.”

You frowned as he got up to put his plate in the sink behind him.

“Okay….” you said, unsure of how to approach the next topic, “well, I also wanted to talk to you about the wedding,”

As soon as the word ‘wedding’ came out of your mouth you saw his (very nicely built) back tense. So you rushed to finish the sentence as fast as you could to prevent him from completely shutting you out.

“But-more-importantly-I-wanted-to-apologize-for-what-your-brother-did-to-you…”

“What?”

You saw the tick in his jaw and the stern look on his face as he turned towards you. You couldn't help but shrink in on yourself a little, this was the first time you’d seen him as anything but aloof, and to say it was… intimidating… was an understatement.

Hot?.... Yes definitely… but also very intimidating.

“Why would you apologize for that?”

It was a fair question, especially considering that you were also starting to have the sneaking suspicion that you were a victim of infidelity as well. Just because you never caught it, doesn’t mean it never happened.

“I just-”

“-You know what,” he cut you off, holding a palm up to you, “why don’t you let me get cleaned up a little and then I can take you somewhere a little nicer to talk about this.”

Your eyes widened and you felt your face start to heat up at the idea of “going somewhere” to “talk” with this man.

You dreaded what he meant by ‘clean up’, the idea that he’d be showering with only a door or a room, at most, between you was making you ashamedly wet.

You could only pray that Issei didn’t notice the way you unconsciously squirmed in your seat.

And lucky for you, he didn’t. He was far too busy trying to figure out how to get himself to his bathroom without you noticing the sizable tent he could feel beginning to pitch. The only thing helping calm him down from being in the same room as you was the painful reminder that you were his brother’s fiance, along with the mention of what his brother had done to him 10 years ago.

“Okay. I’ll just wait here” you said, nodding as you focused your gaze on your lap, desperately trying to hide your look of embarrassment from Issei as he walked past you to his bedroom.

He closed the door with some kind of ‘make yourself at home’ comment, but once again, you were too preoccupied with your own arousal and ergo embarrassment to reply.

It was only when you’d calmed down a bit did you get up and explore the living room of his apartment. You were surprised to find it littered with not only human anatomy books and atlases (which was to be expected considering his career) but also with books filled with art, and even sketchbooks filled with what you assumed to be his own drawings.

In fact, now that you were looking closer, you could tell that Issei was something of an artist as well, the biggest hint being an easel and half-painted canvas in the corner of the room.

You couldn't help yourself, and went to inspect the work. When you got closer you could see the faint sketch lines on the canvas, and when you looked up from the painting to the window that it faced you saw the pieces of paper taped to the window, references for the painting.

You wanted to say that the painting of the woman was embarrassing. You wanted to say that the sketches of her nude body were scandalous, but you couldn't help but fixate on the beauty of Issei’s work.

The drawings made you feel warm inside, they made you feel seen.

If you squinted, the woman in the drawings almost looked like what you saw when you looked in the mirror. Of course you’d never seen anyone like yourself depicted in any art, so the feeling was definitely new but for some reason, you couldn't stop the warmth that started in your chest from traveling down to rest between your thighs.

And the more you looked at the drawings, the worse it got, as you noticed more sketches, some having the plus size woman drawn in different lewd poses, her curves almost highlighted due to the morning light coming through the paper.

You got so lost in the art that it almost felt like you were the woman in the drawings and that you could feel Issei watching you… memorizing your shape so that he could sketch you.

Your whole body was on fire as your fingers brushed against the papers on the window, tracing the figures outlines with one hand while gliding across your own outline with the other.

Normally you wouldn’t be caught dead acting like this, but it was like Issei’s work had you in a trance. The art mixed with the idea that there was a wet and very naked Issei less than 20 feet away from you had gone straight to your head, almost making you dizzy.

You didn’t know how long you’d been looking at the sketches, and you definitely hadn’t known that Issei had walked out of his bedroom to find you staring at his work a couple of minutes ago.

He knew that he should’ve at least tried to hide all of the shameless drawings of you, for god’s sake he’d only met you for 10 minutes yesterday. But you had haunted him, the only way he was able to sleep last night was after drawing you in all of the poses he longed to see you in.

So he stood silently in the doorway, watching as you traced his work, did you not realize it was you that he had drawn? Unless you were some sort of exhibitionist, you’d never be okay with some strange man you’d just met drawing you, much less drawing you as a nude model.

He let it go on for another minute or two, he wanted to let himself memorize your body again, he didn't know if he’d ever have another chance to see you and he’d be damned if he let his painting go unfinished. But even as he watched you, committing your shape to memory, he couldn’t help the nagging desire to touch you, he told himself that he wanted to feel you because it’d make his art better, he told himself there was no other motive.

He watched you finally move to the painting, watching you, he feared that if he let you continue you’d recognize yourself seeing as the painting held more color and detail.

“What do you think of it?” He asked, making you gasp as you jumped and whirled around to face him.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to snoop!” your eyes were wide and panicked, and yet he didn’t see any hint of recognition in them, hopefully meaning you still were unaware that you were the art’s model.

“Don’t apologize…. But please… I want to know what you think.”

You shyly turned back towards the canvas, not brave enough to compliment him to his face.

“It’s beautiful… you’re really good.” you breathed, the heat almost unbearable now that he was in the room.

“Only as good as my model.” he chuckled.

“Well she’s beautiful.” you complimented.

You were ashamed to admit the twinge of jealousy you felt towards the model. You had to remember that you were engaged…. Well at least for now….. in a week…. who knows?

“I think so too.” Issei mumbled from behind you, you could hear him moving but you still didn’t have the courage to turn back around.

You’d hoped that Issei couldn’t detect your arousal, but, of course, he could. What kind of artist would he be if he couldn’t observe? How else would he have looked at you close enough to paint you after just one meeting?

That said, Issei was more than pleased to know that you wanted him just as urgently as he needed you. He wondered if you’d lost sleep over it like him. Even at the risk of sounding naive or rash he wanted to ask you if you’d thought of him last night, as you walked home alone, as you slipped on your night clothes, as you drifted off to sleep.

He felt like a love-sick puppy, a feeling he hadn’t let himself feel ever since the love of his life walked out on him. Of course, with you standing in front of him who knows if she’s truly been his soulmate. If she had been his soulmate then why did you make him feel like this?

“Do you-” the words died on your tongue as you turned to find Issei directly behind you. The two of you were now close enough for him to see the way your breath caught in your chest.

You knew you should’ve stepped back, even risked knocking over the painting to get away, but it felt like your feet were superglued to the floor. You could hear Issei’s heart pounding in his chest as he looked down at you, staring into your eyes as you couldn’t help but stare back.

“Don’t you recognize her?” he whispered, his eyes darting down to your lips.

“I’m sorry?”

Your voice was barely audible, but at least it wasn’t shaking as Issei rested his hands on our shoulders and guided you to turn back towards the painting.

“Isn’t she familiar?”

His lips were right next to your right ear now, his breath warm as it tickled your jaw.

You stayed silent as you tried to focus on the artwork, somewhere deep inside, you knew exactly where this was going, but you had no power to stop it. You didn’t even think you wanted to.

“I don’t know” you mumbled, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt Issei’s palms travel down your sides to rest on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin ever so slightly.

“Look again.” he urged, placing his teeth over your pulse, scraping the skin as he started to massage your hips.

You forced your eyes open, your vision feeling unfocused as you tried to search for familiarity in the lines. It was only when Issei turned your body away from the painting, causing your eyes to drift to the full length mirror propped against a bookshelf, that you gasped in realization.

It was you.

And holy shit was that hot.

You felt Issei grin against your skin, that grin you’d seen him constantly sporting since he’d met you, and you couldn’t stop the quiet whine from leaving your chest.

You pressed yourself back into him, feeling him pressed against the curve of your ass, making him groan.

“Fuck…” he hissed, his hips jerked at the unexpected pressure, making you giggle in response.

He backed away from you, grinning to himself when you spun around, your lips downturned in disappointment.

“Come with me to bed.” He said, taking your hand in his.

You raised your eyebrow at him, a small smile coming over your face.

This morning was all the push you’d needed to break things off with his brother. You had definitely made up your mind to that. Plus…. even if Issei wasn’t looking for revenge against his brother… you were.

But still… that didn’t mean you didn’t want Issei to work for it.

“Hmm… why should I?” you teased, following his lead as he backed into his bedroom.

The grin never dropped from his face, if anything it got more confident. He knew he had you in the palm of your hand, but he also knew that you had him in the palm of yours.

“You really gonna make me beg for it sweetheart?” he asked, pulling you against him and switching your places. You bit your lip as you felt the bed pressing up against the backs of your legs.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down till his face was level with yours.

“You would look good on your knees.” you whispered, your lips brushing his.

You felt him twitch against your hip as he cursed under his breath, looking away from your eyes.

Issei knew he needed to pace himself, if you kept teasing him like that this would be over before it started and he definitely couldn’t have that happening.

“Wait, what’re you- hey!” you gasped as Issei pushed you back to where you were sitting on the edge of the bed. “What are you doing?” you asked as you cautiously watched him lower himself to his knees, his hands spreading your legs to let him kneel between your thighs.

“I thought you wanted me to beg…” he teased, laying his cheek against the inside of one of your spread thighs as he looked up at you.

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. Your brain was short wiring at the sight of the dark haired man kneeling between your legs, his hands were so big, his fingers gripping your calves, coaxing you to spread your legs further for him.

You said nothing as you tangled your fingers through his hair, pulling softly to force his gaze up to yours.

His face was red and his pupils blown out, the sight was so erotic you thought you’d cum on the spot. You didn’t know anyone could ever find you this attractive, but as he let out a quiet whine, staring at you through half-lidded eyes, you realized a scary thought.

The thought that this man might want you even more than you wanted him.

“please…” he mumbled, pressing his head into your hand, willing you to guide him where he so desperately wanted to be. “...wanna taste you…”

You felt like you’d taken a nine-iron to the chest. But god did you feel powerful.

You tightened your grip on his hair, as you felt him work off your pants, pulling your soaked panties off with them, biting his lip at the feeling of the damp spot in the center of them.

“You’re so pretty….” you sighed, letting him go to rake your fingers over his scalp, “You wanna eat me out?”

He nodded, his tongue wetting his lips as he practically drooled over the sight of your bare cunt.

He wanted to paint you like this, spread out for him like a fucking masterpiece. But that would have to wait.

He could feel his head weeping against the front of his sweatpants, he’d (thankfully) gone commando in hopes of being where he was now, unfortunately that meant the feeling of the fleece lining was unbearable as he tried to ignore it, focusing on your pleasure first.

Without another word, you laced your fingers back through his hair and pushed his head down between your legs, gasping as you felt his lips quickly attach to your clit, wrapping around it and sucking, making your thighs snap shut around his head.

“fuck….” you gasped, obviously not expecting that overwhelming intensity right out of the gate.

Issei just moaned into you, bucking his hips at the feeling of your thighs pressed against his ears, he ran his hands up your legs to your stomach, guiding you to lay down on your back before hiking your knees over his shoulders.

And despite your position above him, you were completely powerless to his touch, leaning when he told you to, hesitantly opening your legs back up to allow him greater access.

When Issei felt your thighs loosen around his head he nearly cried, but he would have your legs wrapped around his head again, for now he needed to bring you to orgasm as fast as possible.

He pushed you further back onto the bed, helping you lay on your back as he repositioned himself between your legs, his hips pressing his hardened cock into the bedsheets.

His lips pressed to the insides of your thighs, sucking bruises into the skin as your fingers grasped at the sheets behind you.

“You’re so pretty” he muttered into your skin, looking up at you in awe as your chest heaved.

You doubt that you looked any kind of attractive right now, and yet Issei stared up at you like a sinner to a priestess.

“Please…” you gasped, your back arching away from the bed.

“Shhhh… I know…” he whispered, his mouth traveling back to your core, his tongue dipping between your folds, making you practically cry for more.

Issei’s brows were knit together, all of his being focused on not cumming in his pants from your taste. He wanted more…. he needed more.

“please…” he whimpered “...can I use my fingers?”

“N-mhm- yes..yes-please….” you gasped, crying out because as soon as you said it two of his fingers bullied their way into your pussy.

You cried from the burn of it, which melted into moans as his lips soothed your clit while his fingers curled inside of you.

It was gentle at first, he settled on warming you up to his fingers, gently pulling and pushing them in and out of you, kissing your clit with each plea or whine.

But as soon as he felt you relax, it started. He began with just sissoring his fingers inside of you, wanting to stretch you out for his cock before you came.

But as soon as you whimpered the words “..’m close Issei..” he abandoned all patience, pressing his fingers into your g-spot as he scraped his teeth against your clit, making you cry out.

You tried to close your legs around his head again, but he caught one of your thighs with his free hand and pressed it back down against the bed, forcing you to stay open for him.

You tossed your head against the sheets, whining how good it was as Issei buried his fingers into you again and again, pushing at your g-spot until you felt you high coming towards you like a freight train.

“Fuck…-gonna cum…Issei, ‘m gonna cum…”

“Shit..” Issei moaned against your clit, making you jerk against his face, your stomach clenching at the vibrations it sends through your body.

“come on, Sweetheart…. I want you to cum from my fingers…..please…”

Issei leaned back to watch your face as you came, feeling his cock twitch desperately in his pants at the sight of you gasping for air as your legs twitched beside his head.

You couldn’t form a single thought as you felt the wave of your orgasm wash over you, making your mind fuzzy as tears threatened to fall down your face.

Issei worked you through your orgasm, whispering praise against your thighs as he pressed his thumbs into your hips, massaging his fingers into the curve of your ass.

Eventually he worked his way back up your body until his chest covered yours and his hips ground against your thigh, reminding you that this was very much, not over.

Issei could look at you forever. If he thought you were beautiful before, you were absolutely breathtaking now, basking in the aftershocks of your orgasm.

God he needed you. He was convinced he’d need you for the rest of his life.

Still breathless from your high, you hooked a hand around the back of Issei’s neck and pulled him towards you, catching his lips in yours.

He moaned as your fingers pressed into his nape, encouraging him to deepen the kiss, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue. He could feel his brain getting fuzzier by the second, he wanted to cum.

bad.

And you could tell with the way he tried to angle his hips away from you, trying to create the least amount of friction against himself as possible.

It was almost cute in a way, it’d been a while since someone needed you this badly, like a hormonal teenager. The only reason it wasn’t cute was because you needed him just as badly. You were ready for him now, your core twitching at the thought of it.

Before Issei knew what had happened, you flipped the two of you around, pinning him to the mattress as your ass rested dangerously snug against his clothed cock.

“Wai-” he started but you cut him off, pressing one of your perfectly manicured nails to his lips.

“It's my turn to have fun.” you said, offering a playful wink before crawling back down the bed to come face to face with his erection.

You could tell that it was painful by now, the only thing preventing it from standing to its full potential was his sweatpants.

Issei thanked god they were black, he’d leaked so much pre by now it probably looked like he already lost it.

Not that you would’ve minded, in fact you were face to face with his tent wishing the pants were gray for that exact reason.

You decided not to be cruel and pulled his pants down, trying (and failing) to hide your surprise when he finally sprang free.

“Fuck…” Issei gasped above you, his fingers gripping his bedsheets, trying not to cum from the look in your eyes.

“You’re so pretty Issei…” you swooned, he winced as your fingers wrapped around him, making you giggle. “Such a pretty boy…” you gave an experimental tug, biting your lip when his hips jumped off of the bed and a whimper slipped out of him.

“Do you want me to help you feel good, pretty?”

Issei could feel his face burn in humiliation as he nodded feverishly, he couldn’t help it, he’d do whatever you told him to no matter how embarrassing, for you, he’d do it.

You moaned as you took him into your mouth, your hand using his precum to stroke what couldn’t fit.

“Fuck…” Issei whined, his hips twitching out of his control with the way you worked him.

He felt like he couldn't breathe, and you only made it worse as you came off of him, only to turn your focus downwards, wrapping your tongue around his balls, taking them into your mouth.

“Shit… wai-fuck…”

You went back to his head, swiping your tongue across the slit, flicking your wrist as you stroked him closer to his high. You knew that he was close by the way his knuckles were white, gripping the sheets as he gasped and panted above you, begging you to slow down.

He really did look so pretty like this, biting his bottom lip while he tried not to cum too soon. It suited him much better than that stupid fucking smirk he always had on.

“Come on Issei…” you coaxed, your hand quickening its pace as his breathing grew even more ragged, “show me how good you feel…”

Issei made the mistake of peering down at your face, you were staring at him through your lashes, biting your lip as you grinned. That’s what made him lose it, the sight of you making him grunt and shake as he released, whimpering as you made a show of catching it on your tongue.

“What a good boy…” you praised, licking up anything that managed to land on his pelvis, enjoying the feeling of his hips shaking beneath your taste buds.

“It’s too bad though…” you said, sticking your bottom lip out in a fake pout as you sat back on your knees watching as Issei’s head raised off the bed to look at you, “‘cause I’m not tired yet.”

You giggled as Issei’s head dropped back down with a groan, he obviously knew where this was going.

You crawled back over him, positioning your hips over his, stroking him, trying to get him hard again.

“Wait” he pleaded, 2 minutes, that’s all he needed and then he could do it again, he just needed two minutes.

You decided to be nice and settled on just grinding against him.

“you’re no fun.” you mumbled, leaning down to leave your own bite marks, something you didn’t doubt he’d done to you already.

You settled on his chest, admiring how soft his skin was, you bit into it, surprised at how hard the muscle was below.

Yes, you knew that he was really fucking built when you saw him in just his sweatpants, you even knew he was built when you saw just how broad his shoulders looked in his nicely tailored work suit, but you were surprised just how strong he felt under your fingertips.

Maybe it was the fact he’d let you take control this whole time that made you for some reason think that he couldn't pin you down if he wanted to, but now you knew, he definitely could.

And god was that a tempting image.

Knowing that he could easily overpower you, could easily force your face into the mattress as he fucked you, but chose to listen to you so nicely was so fucking attractive.

You felt yourself tighten around nothing, keening as your clit caught against the head of his cock when you rubbed yourself against him.

“So good…” you moaned, resting your forehead against his chest, grinding down on his cock.

Issei decided he’d had enough, he was ready whether his dick was hard again or not. Which it was. How could it not be with you on top of him? He could feel your arousal, it made it almost impossible not to just slip his cock into you.

“Please….” he breathed, “...fuck please….”

You giggled from your place above him, leaning back to where you sat against his hips, comfortably sat with him wedged between your thighs.

“Come on Issei….how should I know what you want me to do?….”

Issei just whined beneath you, his body practically shaking under your touch. You brought your hands up to rest on his chest rather than the sheets on either side of his head.

“Please…..” he gasped again, his toes curling into the sheets when your prettily manicured nails circled his nipples.

You just grinned, dragging your hands up his neck, circling to his nape to hold his head, forcing him to look into your half-lidded eyes.

You leaned down towards him, grinding down onto him as you placed pecks on his face, starting from the edge of his lips… then to the arch of his nose… and finally up across his jaw, landing next to his left ear.

“What honey….” you cooed, loving the way you could feel his chest heaving beneath yours as you pressed your tits to him, as if his brain had melted already.

Issei whined, pressing his eyes closed, trying not to cum like a fucking loser before he even had the chance to be inside of you.

“.... you want some pussy, Baby?...”

“Oh fuck…. Please-please-please…. want it so bad…” Issei whimpered, his fingers leaving the sheets to grip the fat of your hips, undoubtedly hard enough to bruise.

You would’ve laughed if it wasn’t so pathetic.

Without another word, you reached under you, and all in one go grabbed his cock and slid onto it, gasping as you took it to the hilt on the first try.

Issei’s vision went white as he felt you press yourself down onto him, the pulse of your cunt around him making him dizzy, making him whip his head away, trying to hide from you as he let out a choked sob, along with stuttered, breathy ‘thank you’s.

“Fuck baby…” you groaned, reaching back up to cradle issei’s face with your hands, “.....feel you in my fucking throat….”

“..yeah?..... can I move…fuck-please…” Issei pleaded, making you wince with the force that his nails were digging into your hips.

“Fuck…” you dropped your head down, pressing your face into the nook of his neck, trying to stay strong, trying to stay in control as you felt your brain going fuzzy and your tummy turn to jelly. “...yes… please fuck me-ahh-”

You weren’t even able to finish the sentence before Issei’s hips started snapping into you from underneath, the force of his thrusts bouncing you against his chest. You moaned, feeling the air getting repeatedly knocked out of your lungs.

“Shit- slow-slow down Issei…” you winced out, the feeling of him slamming into you so fast was too much too early. If he kept going like this you’d both be done in no time.

“not so much baby…” you said again, trying to catch Issei’s attention after failing the first time, but unfortunately for you he was long gone, the only thing on his mind was pounding into you until you came all over his cock.

Issei couldn’t even hear you as you begged once more for him to slow down, he coudln’t hear anything over the sounds of his own moans and grunts paired with his hard breaths and of course the wet sounds of your cunt as he fucked into you like a fucking rabbit in rut.

He swore to god that there was nothing better than this, than the sound of you moaning above him as he drilled into you, his hands gripping the swell of your ass as you bounced on his cock.

It wasn’t long before you gave up on trying to take it slow, releasing yourself to the pleasure of Issei’s cock pushing at your walls while you cried into his neck, whimpering encouragement into his skin, trying your best to meet his thrusts.

“Oh my goddd….” you gasped after a particularly hard thrust, feeling his tip ram against your cervix when he adjusted you on top of him, bringing his heels up to dig into the mattress to allow him to fuck you even harder.

Your chest was no longer resting against his as the new angle forced you to lean back, barely giving you time to bring your arms behind you to support yourself as he used you.

Issei almost cried at the new position, not only because now he could push into you faster and harder, but because now with every thrust he could watch the way your tits bounced and your eyes rolled back into your head.

He could feel the itch of his orgasm starting in his gut, making him panic at the thought of this ending, at the thought of you getting up and walking out of his life after he scares you away with his intensity. Incidentally, the panic is also what allowed him to finally tune back into his surroundings, tune back into anything other than the feeling of your cunt squeezing him.

“Isseiiiii…” he heard you beg, your voice further ripping him out of his trance, he stilled inside of you, despite every fiber of his being saying not to.

It was only when he stopped that he noticed the way your arms were shaking under you, threatening to give out.

“Fuck…” he said, scrambing to sit up further on the bed, wrapping his arms around your torso to pull you into him, allowing your arms to take a much needed break as he pulled your weight properly into his lap. “I’m sorry…” he whispered against your shoulder, “fuck ‘m sorry…. you just feel so good…”

He let you catch your breath, whispering apologies as he sucked more marks into your skin, his hips grinding his pelvis against your clit, making you gasp and keen as his tip rubbed against your g-spot inside of you.

This was almost worse than when he was moving, yeah it felt good, fuck it felt so good that you could barely remember your name, much less the reason you’d wanted him to slow down, but if he continued like this you knew you’d finish for a second time, and while you really wanted to finish, you wanted him to finish inside of you first.

“Issei…” you moaned, leaning away from him to look into his eyes, your cunt tightening around him at the sight of his blown out pupils and red cheeks, making him whine. “Issei let me lay down Baby…”

He nodded aimlessly, his eyes focused only on your tits as you slid off of him, laying down beside him, hoping he’d take the hint to climb over you and continue.

Thankfully he did, or at least got half of the hint. He climbed over you, his forearms framing your face as he resumed grinding himself against you, his cock slick with your arousal as it continued gliding between the folds of your pussy, the tip catching your clit with every stroke, making you both shake against each other.

“...ngh- please baby….” Issei whined against your neck, “...please lemme fuck….”

Your head was thrown back against the sheets, as you moaned out for him, wrapping your arms down and around him, raking your nails against his lower back, making him shiver and whine against you.

“Go ahead baby…” you urged, spreading your legs further for him, “...make me cum”

That was all Issei needed to resume the godless pace he’d set earlier, lining himself up with your hole before hammering you further into the mattress.

You gasped below him, once again feeling him deep enough to wonder if he’d somehow broken your cervix with the power behind his thrusts.

He was drunk on you, whining a repetitive ‘yes, yes, yes’ into your skin before you decidedly to shut him up, gripping his hair and guiding his mouth to one of your nipples.

You both moaned as he latched on, sucking hard enough to make your walls squeeze, practically choking his dick as he continued humping into you like a love-sick puppy. You could feel him twitching inside of you, telling you that he was also close.

“Fuck issei…” you begged, pressing his face closer to your chest, smothering him with your tits as he moaned and jerked into you.

At this point your couldn’t tell who was fucking who, with the way your hips were arching off of the mattress to meet his thrusts, making you both cry as his cock dragged against your insides perfectly.

“Fuck Issei, ‘m close…” you breathed, intentionally squeezing his cock, trying to get him to cum before you fell off that cliff.

He pulled himself off of your chest just long enough to whimper “fuck-me too baby…” before sending whiny vibrations back through your body as he licked and bit at your tits.

“Yeah?” you asked, “you gonna ask me if you can cum inside?”

You felt him jerk inside of you at the thought.

“D’ you wanna cum inside Issei?” you whispered into his ear, biting your lip as he nodded against you, his mouth never leaving your nipple but a pathetic whine coming out of the back of his throat as his thrusts started getting messy and out of sync.

You could both tell that the other was close, and while Issei desperately wanted to make you cum first, you both knew that he wasn’t the one in charge right now.

Issei fucked into you with a continuous stream of ‘please’ coming from his lips between each pant, his thrusts were getting sharper and off beat as he felt his balls starting to pull up, getting ready to shoot his load into you. But he was determined, he wanted to feel you creaming around his cock before he finally filled you.

But of course, you had other plans, your fingers reaching down to dig your nails into his ass cheeks, helping him keep the tempo of his hips slamming into you steady. Your cunt felt so fucking good for him, warm and tight and twitching as your release threatened to rear its head.

It was a silent battle of who’d break first, until you took his earlobe between your teeth and whispered into his ear.

“come on issei, give me your cum…. Please…”

That finally pushed him over the edge, making him cry against your chest as he tried to pull himself out of you to finish, thinking that you were just saying to finish inside to make him cum.

But as soon as you felt him try to pull out, you dug your nails deeper into the skin of his ass, pressing his body flush to yours as you felt the ropes of his cum start filling you up.

“Fuck… oh my god….” Issei gasped against you, his legs jerking and abs flexing against you as he felt you milking him dry.

The feeling of his cum pushed you into your release as well, making you throw your head back, mouth open as a silent moan ripped through you, your back arching as you felt yourself gushing, your mixed release dripping down your ass and Issei’s balls, no doubt soaking into Issei’s sheets.

Even if Issei said something to you right then, you didn’t hear it, it was like you lost all ability to do anything other than stare at the ceiling, feeling the waves of your orgasm rocking through your body.

And Issei honestly wasn’t much better, laying against your chest as his hips twitched in the aftermath, making you whine below him as his softening tip rubbed his cum into your raw walls.

Eventually though, Issei came back to, pushing himself back up onto his forearms to make sure you were ok. He just found you staring at his ceiling, your mind still blank and fucked out.

He brought a hand up, brushing your hair out of your face, kissing from your lips to your forehead, whispering ‘thank you’s’ and ‘you did so good for me’s’ as he gently pulled out and left to get a cloth to clean you up.

Somewhere along the process of Issei dragging the warm cloth across your skin, you remembered to feel self conscious due to the light streaming in through the bedroom window’s blinds.

Issei just tsked at your attempts to cover yourself with your hands, did you miss the last hour? He was fucking obsessed with you. You were fucking perfect to him. Fuck, not just to him, you were just perfect.

“Stop.” he grumbled, pulling your hand away from your stomach and replacing it with his own, gripping the plush of it between his fingers, groaning when you whined and jerked against him.

You just rolled your eyes, obviously it was pointless to argue with the man who’d just sucked your tits and gave you probably the strongest orgasm of your life.

“Whatever” you groaned, trying to push him away from you so you could at least retreat to the bathroom. Another plan, which he gladly spoiled as he latched onto you even tighter, abandoning the washcloth and opting to kiss across your neck, trying to distract you from the thought of leaving.

“Come on….” he whispered into your neck, pulling your body against him, groaning at the softness of it, “come take a shower with me… and then….” he reached down to your tits, tracing their outline again with his fingers.

“And then let me draw you again…”

“What am I gonna tell your brother?” you asked, hoping to kill the mood to at least be able to slip from Issei’s grasp, enough to let you leave both of the brothers’ lives without doing more damage.

But Issei just laughed, still tightening his hold on you, forcing you to stay with him in bed.

“Just tell him the truth”

“Oh yeah, and what’s that?” you said, side-eyeing Issei, watching him grin down at you with that familiar grin.

“That you’re gonna marry the better brother.”

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no1frogfan · 1 year

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Haikyuu boys you meet while pet-sitting

Daichi, Matsukawa, Kuroo, Ushijima x afab reader Word count: ~1.6k Tags & warnings: Smut, smut, n more SMUT-MDNI, thigh riding, dom (teeny tiny), praise, p in v, creampie (implied), oral sex (m and f receiving), hair pulling, fingering, throat fucking, I love a man that smells good and has a sexy voice

Note: New year, same horny me. This got out of hand. Recently did a lot of pet-sitting and I wish any (all) of this happened. It’s my first time writing smut - thoughts & constructive criticism welcome

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You meet Daichi before you even start cat-sitting. Due to a last-minute itinerary change, your friend flew out a day early and left her extra key with a neighbor for you to pick up. He opens the door dressed in a t-shirt and shorts and you’re reduced to a stammering mess as you gape at his immense biceps and thighs, trying to explain that you’re the cat-sitter and sorry for disturbing him but could you please get your friend’s key?

Daichi is too polite to comment on your wandering eyes and nervous stuttering, but he’s smirking to himself after he closes his door. Unfortunately for your composure, he suddenly finds himself needing to borrow a lot of things. Could he get some sugar? One of his best friends is an elementary school teacher, you see, and he wants to bring some cookies for the kids when he goes for a class visit. Does your friend have a wrench he can use? You don’t know where it is? Well, why doesn’t he come in to help you find it? You get used to seeing him every day, although he makes you short circuit each time, your nerves constantly on edge because he’s always murmuring things in your ear (he doesn’t want to startle you by yelling) or accidentally brushing against you (he can’t help it, he’s just so broad).

He finally decides to stop teasing you and asks you out to dinner. He’s so sweet and funny, and you find that when you’re not too flustered to function, you really enjoy his company, so much so that you invite him in for a drink afterward. The alcohol must have gone to straight to your pussy though because you quickly find yourself straddling him, absolutely intoxicated by his deep voice and masculine scent. You’re drenched and you can feel him straining against his pants, but he doesn’t want to rush it with you. He exudes natural authority, which is why you don’t let out a peep of protest when he tells you to ride his thigh first. He sits back with his hands behind his head and drinks in your furrowed brow and desperate whimpers as you grind yourself against his rock-hard muscle, cooing, “You’re doing so good, baby. Be really good and cum for me and I’ll give you a big reward.”

You’re confused when you call for your friend’s cat to come inside one night only to see her climb out of the neighbor’s window. The neighbor in question, Matsukawa, steps out onto the shared balcony and is just as confused to see you. You tell him you’re cat-sitting and he explains that your friend’s cat likes to sit on his laptop while he works. It turns into a comfortable routine to talk with him in the evenings while you wait for the cat to return. He’s incredibly handsome, but more than that he’s magnetic, witty, and has an absolutely lewd sense of humor that he’s surprised you love.

What you don’t know is that he’s got a major problem with you. The problem being he’s confused - no, frustrated - by why you’ve suddenly started wearing a shirt so flimsy it leaves nothing to the imagination. Every night, he struggles to keep himself from fixating on the swell of your breasts and the outline of your nipples poking through the sheer fabric. When he retreats to his apartment after your chats, he’s so worked up he has to fuck his fist, picturing how you’d look underneath him, glassy-eyed and drooling with his cum all over those pretty tits and leaking out of your pussy.

After a solid week, he decides enough is enough and invites you over. The two of you barely make it more than 10 minutes. He’s pouring you a drink when you confess you’ve been wearing that shirt on purpose after seeing him out on a run. In a flash, Issei’s got you bent over his kitchen counter, pulling your panties to the side. He barely needs to prep you because you’ve been looking forward to this all day, cursing under his breath as his fingers slide in with little resistance. He pulls your head back by your hair and growls into your ear while he rails you from behind, “If you’re gonna tease me, you better be ready to show me what this tight little pussy can do.” You barely register what he’s saying because the only thing you can focus on is how full you feel with each delicious drag of his thick cock against your slick walls. His cum drips down your thighs as he reaches between your legs one more time. “Gonna cum on my cock again baby?”

You first see Kuroo one morning while walking your friend’s dog. He’s out on a run with his own dog and you’d have to be a statue to be impervious to how his shirt clings to his chest. He sees you checking him out and decides to give you a show by lifting up the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his neck. Except he accidentally uses the same hand that’s holding the leash, causing his dog to pull him forward flat onto his face. After you make sure they’re both ok, you let yourself laugh so hard you get a stomachache.

You wonder if you’ll run into him again after that fiasco. He must be shameless because he makes sure to leave the house at the same time the next morning to catch you. He’s more sheepish this time, though he still drops some cheesy jokes. You run into him every morning after that, and every evening too. He always stops to chat. You give him shit for how unfunny he is, but he lives to hear your groans when he comes up with an especially terrible line. You two fluster each other constantly. His stomach flutters on the rare instances he actually makes you laugh - loudly and genuinely - at something he says. Meanwhile, you’re speechless when he starts running without a shirt on (because it’s hot out and not for any other reason), eyes hungrily taking in every inch of corded muscle. He smirks when he catches you gawking at him yet again, “Want me to ask you over or something?” Let me tell you, that false bravado slips right off when you reply, “Yea, I’d like that,” and suddenly he’s the one that's a stuttering wreck.

You go over to watch a movie together that night, but don’t get far because it’s adorable how he fidgets with his hair and his cheeky grin is so charming and he smells so enticing that it’s impossible to keep your hands to yourself. He shoos his dog out of the bedroom when you get down to business because “I don’t want her to see this.” As ridiculous as this man is, he is an artiste when it comes to eating pussy. He’s got you cumming around his tongue and fingers for the fourth time and doesn’t show any signs of slowing down. You’re gasping for breath, barely able to form a coherent thought, cunt drenched and clenching and begging for him to fuck you already. “Cum for me one more time baby, then I’ll do whatever you want.” But he’s said that three times already.

You’re intimidated when Ushijima opens his door but not too intimidated to ogle him as drops of sweat glide down his naked torso. You’ve interrupted him in the middle of a workout, but how were you to know? You just wanted to hand over a package that had been misdelivered to your friend’s apartment next door. You watch the way his muscles ripple as he reaches for the box, and he watches you brazenly eyefuck him (to be fair, his pecs are right there, not to mention the shadow of something massive in his shorts).

After that, he always offers a polite hello in the hallway, but never initiates conversation and only gives you one-word responses, so you figure he’s not interested. It’s disappointing, but at least you can still fantasize about him, moaning his name while knuckle deep in your soaking cunt, desperately wishing it was his thick fingers instead. You hear a knock and hurriedly throw on a robe to find Ushijima at the door. He clears his throat. “Were you…calling for me?” SHIT. You forgot to close the windows. If only the ground would swallow you whole right now so you don’t have to stammer out an excuse, any excuse.

But then you notice the nervous bob of his adam’s apple and the bulge in his pants, and you find yourself asking if he came over to help. He nods, following you to the couch obediently like a huge puppy. He’s so timid at first, letting out sweet little whines when you wrap your lips around him, barely able to fit a few inches in your mouth. But now he’s grunting like a feral thing as he fists your hair, slamming his cock over and over again into the back of your throat, unable to hold back as he chases his own release. And after he pumps your throat full of cum, you’re going to count yourself the luckiest bitch in the world as you slowly sink your dripping pussy down onto his fat cock. “Are you sure I’ll fit?” he whispers in a haze, watching your eyes roll back as he disappears inside of you inch by inch.

Note 2: Pussydrunk Kuroo or bust. Ok but now I’m thinking about how hilarious (read: horny & amazing) reader’s life would be if this was all in the same apartment complex and happening at the same time

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kuroosdarling · 1 year

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MY ONLY VICE — ༉‧₊˚.

‎ft. roommate matsukawa !

‎꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. cigarette smoking, unprotected sex, oral f!receiving, fingering, semi-public sex — wc : 2.2k

‎꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : after pining and longing for your roommate, things take a turn in the right direction when he decides there’s something more satisfying than his usual vice

‎꒰ NOTES ꒱ : feverishly wrote this last night...this man has me by the neck </3 tysm to echo for helping me with the summary pls ! anyway ! enjoy !!

“that’s a nasty habit.” you comment, taking in the way he wraps his lips around the cigarette, his hand slowly coming up to light it. it takes him 2 tries to get the flame to stick, the lighter barely having enough juice for what he needs. his eyes travel down to you as he inhales the smoke, a teasing glint in his eye that tells you he’s heard that same comment a thousand times already. he briefly looks up, breathing out the smoke in a dragged out fashion, the moonlight illuminating his features as he does so — the swirl of smoke melting up into the night sky.

“everybody’s got a vice.” his attention turns back to you, the cigarette sitting delicately between his fingers. he flicks off some of the ash that was threatening to fall off before a cheshire grin takes up his face as he slightly leans down towards you. “i wonder what yours is?”

you suck in a deep breath, remnants of the smoke surely invading your lungs as you take a shaky step back. he takes another drag, not letting you out of his sight as he watches you fidget. he’s known about the crush you had on him for awhile. he blows out the smoke again, the feeling lackluster compared to the way you’re drawing him in now.

finally bored of the cigarette, he puts it out on the side of his boot before squashing it into the pavement — careful not to break eye contact.

“i have a few ideas of what it could be.” he goes on, slightly tilting his head to the side, the easy grin on his face ever unwavering. “we’ve only been roommates for a few months but i already know what keeps you up at night.”

your heart drops into your stomach, almost positive on where this conversation was going.

“my vice has always been soothing my oral fixation, but yours?” he stops in front of you, towering over you and gazing at you with a glint in his eye. “something tells me you have a different issue that needs soothing. one you cant do all by yourself no matter how hard you try.”

your mouth is dry, struggling to come up with any words to defend yourself. you were positive he heard you the other night. when you thought he’d be fast asleep, you had been so frustrated lately you needed to take matters into your own hands. but he was right, you couldn’t do it by yourself.

“i-“ you squeak out, your whole body feeling like it’s on fire. the attention you desperately have been craving from him is now suddenly in your grasp and you hardly know what to do with it.

“you?” he pushes, before lightly hooking his fingers under your chin, tilting your attention so it’s fully onto him. “are just so cute.”

he leans down so he’s fully in your space, his lips almost brushing against yours. one little nudge and you’d be kissing him. but he waits.

“maybe we can help each other out.” the words blow over your lips, making your head dizzy. “you help me with my vice and i’ll help you with yours.”

“im not kissing you.” you whisper breathlessly, your tone betraying the words you spoke. you can feel his little chuckle radiate off of him. “you just smoked.”

matsukawa shrugs, starting to straighten up before you hook your hands into the collar of his jacket, pulling him in close to finally crash your lips against his.

he can’t help but groan into the kiss, you’re just as sweet as he imagined. his arms quickly find themselves around you, his hands pushing and pulling against you. adamant on exploring every inch of you he can.

it’s dizzying — your mind can hardly keep up with the way your body is reacting. before you even realize it, your tongue is gliding over his bottom lip, eager to finally slip into his mouth.

it’s hard to say how long the kiss goes on, absolutely drunk on the feeling of his lips gliding perfectly against yours. you moan into his mouth, tightly gripping onto his bicep, desperate for him to be closer.

he abruptly pulls apart from you, his chest heaving from lack of oxygen. his lips were swollen and red and you couldn’t help but touch them, running your finger along it with some sense of pride. you had managed to reduce him into a disheveled mess with just a simple kiss.

he quickly grabs onto your hand, placing a kiss on your fingers before one last peck to your lips. without a word, he falls to his knees, looking up at you, his eyes quietly begging for something his mouth was too stubborn to say.

“what are you doing?” you ask, still trying to catch your breath. you look around, reminding yourself that you’re out on the balcony — some what in the public eye.

“fixing my fixation.” his hands leisurely trail up on the back of your legs, causing your knees to buckle slightly. you quickly grasp onto the railing to steady yourself. “if you’ll let me, of course.”

“please.” you breathe out, silently thanking your past self for deciding to wear a dress today. he smirks, his hands continuing their trek along your skin until you feel his palms rest on your backside, giving a slight squeeze. you gasp out from the cool touch of his rings before he hooks his fingers under your panties, slowly slipping them off.

“so pretty.” he murmurs, bunching up the skirt of your dress so he could get himself in a better position. his breath ghosts along your inner thighs and you feel another wave of arousal take over you, your hands tightly winding against the balcony.

matsukawa places a tentative lick along your folds before diving into your cunt, groaning as he quickly becomes obsessed with the way you taste. languidly swirling his tongue around as he falls deeper into you. you let a cry out into the night before covering your mouth, trying to reel in all the noises that threatened to escape. he pulls back, eyes shining up at you.

“this is only going to work if you hold onto me.” he says, taking your hands from your mouth and placing them on his head. you weave your fingers through his curls as he dives back into your awaiting cunt.

he’s ruthless, not giving you any chance to be discreet. it was like he was on a mission to make you scream his name into the night, ensuring all your neighbors knew exactly who was making you feel this good. every nerve in your body was set ablaze by the intricate flicks of his tongue.

one harsh suck against your clit had you moaning out his name, pulling onto his curls to get him deeper. the sudden sensation has him groaning into your cunt, sending vibrations up along your spine and almost completely short circuiting your brain.

you were getting close, and he could tell by the way your moans became breathy cries and how your thighs began to clench around him. but he was determined to have you fall apart by just his mouth, diving his tongue into your entrance, ensuring his nose strategically bumped against your clit.

without any warning, you feel your whole body tighten up before releasing. between the iron grip you had on his hair and the way your thighs wrapped around him, he swore he could die happy right here. hearing you shout out his name as he lapped at your dripping cunt made the jeans he was wearing uncomfortably tighter — his hard cock twitching for attention.

“shit-“ you whimper as he mouth breaks away. the bottom of his face is covered in your slick. matsukawa yanks down your dress before standing back up, pulling you in by the back of your head for another deep kiss.

you sigh into it, feeling blissed out from your latest high. but matsukawa has never felt so focused, so determined. he starts guiding you back inside without breaking apart, leading you to his bedroom. after stumbling around and giggling into each others mouths, you finally make it there.

“get on the bed.” he rasps out, and you realize you’ve never heard his voice like that — so deep and filled with desire. you quickly bound over, laying back on the bed and scooting up, resting back on your forearms. he unbuckles his belt, taking it off and sliding it off to the side before shimming out of his jeans.

you only have a brief moment to look down before he’s crawling over you. but you can feel it — his hard cock twitching against your thigh, begging for some sort of attention. and he’s huge.

“mattsun-“ you start before he silences you with a kiss, one that reassures you and soothes all the little worries that start to plague your mind.

“call me issei.” he whispers against your lips, pulling back slightly so he could get a better look at your face. his cock jumped as he took in your features, mystified by how you’re sprawled out under him, looking up with wide, doe eyes and nodding along to every word he’s saying. “gonna have to stretch you out a bit more, okay?”

“okay.” you run your hand through his hair, pulling slightly so his lips are back on yours. issei’s kisses leave you breathless yet absolutely intoxicated by the lack of air. you sigh into the kiss; after months of pining after him, you were finally right where you wanted to be.

his finger lightly touches your folds before he slips it in, slowly pumping it. you clench at the intrusion, pulling from his soft, swollen lips and gasping out into his room. the feeling from his finger alone already felt infinite times better than your own.

he quickly adds another finger, your walls practically sucking him in. he starts to do a scissoring motion, stretching you out so you could fully take him. he brushes past a spot deep inside you that has you rolling your eyes back with a strangled moan.

“yeah? right there?” he smirks, teasing you as he looks into your eyes. all you can do is whimper as he keeps thrusting his fingers in. “that the spot?”

“‘sei.” you call out, starting to ride his fingers as you feel your second high start to creep up on you. “please.”

“please what?” he asks, watching you with dark eyes as you squirm under him. he slips in a third finger when you don’t answer right away, eliciting another moan from between your lips.

“please fuck me already.” you reach down and wrap your fingers around his wrist, slowing down his movements. there’s a beat where you look at each other, both understanding that there’s no going back from what you were about to do. but neither of you minded, it’s not like you were the closest of friends anyway.

you quickly rip off your dress over your head and unlatch your bra. issei’s eyes widen at the sight of your bare chest but before he can do anything to appreciate it, you’re trying to tug off his shirt so he’s left in just his boxers.

he gets the hint, pulling it off of his head before pinning you back down, reclaiming some control of the situation. he eases his boxers off and tosses them to the side, grabbing a hold of his weeping cock.

but he feels your hand quickly find his, smearing his pre-cum along his tip to try and speed up the process. between your eagerness and the way you started to expertly pump his cock, he knew he couldn’t waste anymore time. he needed to be inside of you.

“ready?” he whispers in your ear, giving it a small peck as he slides his tip against your slick folds.

“please—“ you hiccup. “no more teasing. no more waiting.”

he nods, slowly pushing in. he gasps out at the feeling of your warm, wet walls enveloping his cock in a vice like grip. everything felt so hot and he couldn’t help but keep pushing in.

your hands find his back, clawing at him as you feel him bottom out — feeling so full like he was lodged all the way up in your stomach.

“you okay?” his hand grips your hip, rubbing soothing circles against it as he tries to read your face. all you can do is nod earnestly, trying to rock your hips against his for friction. he watches you hump against him for a moment, drinking in the way clutch onto him. he softly smirks before starting to pull back out “didn’t know you’d be so needy.”

before you could retort, he thrusts back in — the force of it pushing you back on the bed. issei grabs your hips to hold you in place, feverishly fucking you onto his cock. he couldn’t hold back anymore, not when you cried out his name, looking like an angel sprawled out on his bed.

“you’re such a good girl — holy shit — taking my cock so well.” he groans, his lips finding yours again as he thrusts don’t falter. you whine into his mouth.

his hips stutter at how well your walls keep sucking him back in — the way you meet him thrust for thrust has his mind spiraling to the point of no return. completely lost in the way you feel, the way you sound — he knows there’s no coming back from this. he’s absolutely addicted.

his new vice, the one where he knows he’ll be craving all hours of the day until he’s finally satisfied when he gets to have you in the wee hours of the night. only for him to realize it won’t be enough — it’ll never be enough. luckily, you’re just as hooked as him.

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