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rintarousgirl · 9 months

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dating matsukawa issei is like...

a/n: please enjoy the headcanons! off topic but i have like 60 followers rn and i just want to say thank you very much and please send in requests!! beware of the smut below the cut (all smut is post timeskip)

★ - before dating matsukawa, you'd been crushing on him. and you'd been crushing on him for a while. ever since your first year of high school you'd found yourself growing incredibly fond of the heavy-lidded boy in your mathematics class.

★ - three years later, halfway through your third year, you confess to him on Valentine's Day. he's amused by your confession, watching you stare at your feet as you hold out a small box of chocolates and pink letter with neat handwriting out to him.

★ - it's more surprising to you when he accepts, curious and teasing the shy girl who'd confessed to the closed off matsukawa issei.

★ - he's very comfortable with you right off the bat, and there's no special milestones for things. he sits with you at lunch, or well, he drags you over to his table and introduces you to his volleyball friends.

★ - he always has an arm around your shoulders or waist. he likes holding you close to his side, enjoying how small you felt next to how tall he was. you certainly weren't complaining.

★ - loves hugging you from behind, resting his chin on your head and his hands dangling off your shoulders. also a big ego boost for him about his height.

★ - loves lazy cuddling in his bed. holds you close as the two of you watch a movie at his house. you groan when he falls asleep, but he grumbles and says, "how can I help it when you're so soft?"

★ - holds your chin when you kiss, so you can't get embarrassed and pull away. of course, if you want to stop, he will, but he won't let you hide. not from him.

★ - carries your bags and books for you in the school hallway.

★ - you have a box in his closet with all your belongings for when you're over there. sweatshirts, underwear, etc...

★ - handholding is a must. he's a surprisingly affectionate guy for seemingly being so lazy.

★ - buys your favorite flavor of chapstick so he always tastes good for you when you kiss. it's small, but it's sweet and thoughtful.

★ - always is sharing clothes with you. sometimes he'll purposefully leave his sweatshirts at your house in hopes you'll show up to school the next day.

★ - always buys you your favorite chocolates before dates. he'll stop by the store and grab them, even if you guys are just going to a picnic in the park or something.

★ - loves swimming. he loves to drag you and the other third-years to go swimming with him. is constantly pushing you off the dock and then jumping in after to you and pretending he didn't.

★ - is always willing to give piggyback rides when your feet/legs hurt. volleyball has built up a lot of muscle for him, and lifting you is no harder than lifting his baby brother.

★ - petnames include "baby, sugar, and sweetheart." along with multiple silly nicknames based on your name.

★ - dating matsukawa issei feels like summer all over again, even in the deep frostbite of japan's winter season. he's warm and soft and cuddly. he feels like late mornings in bed, sheets tangled and the sun peering in through the windows. it feels like freshly washed linen and blooming gardens. matsukawa issei feels like a breath of fresh air.

★ - matsukawa pins your wrists above you as you fuck, watching you gasp and squirm and be completely unable to do something about it as he overstimulates you.

★ - matsukawa can't keep his mouth off you. he's kissing your lips, your breasts, sucking deep marks into your neck, biting at your hips.

★ - matsukawa pounds into you until the sheets beneath you both are soaked with your fluids and the only noise leaving you are soft little "ah-ah-ah"'s.

★ - matsukawa loves to brush your hair from you eyes and watch as they cloud over with lust and want.

★ - matsukawa can't help but smirk and grow a bit hard when he sees you in your bathing suit.

★ - he loves sweet dirty talk.

★ - "can't help but touch you when you look so pretty just for me, baby."

★ - doesn't let you hide your face. "c'mon baby, let me see your face when you cum."

★ - is obsessed with eating you out. he loves the way you taste, and feels intoxicated when he's between your thighs. matsukawa issei is totally pussy drunk off you.

★ - he absolutely adores teasing you in public, watching you blush and bite your lip as your thighs rub together. you try so hard to maintain conversation with oikawa, iwaizumi, and hanamaki but you can't help the way you stutter and squirm as his hand brushes your clit, fingers touching you through your soaked panties.

★ - he loves it when you whine and cry for him.

★ "please," you gasp, reaching for him. he pins your hands above your head with one hand of his own, and your hips buck lightly. "i need you, issei."

★ - "shh, don't cry baby," he'll coo as he kisses your wet cheeks, "i'll touch you baby, i promise."

★ - he begs for just the tip after a stressful day at work, and he keeps his promise to go no further but you can't help the way you twitch and squirm. he'll hide his face in your neck, his hand firmly planted on your hip as he tries so hard not to bottom-out in you.

★ - laughs as your hands fumble with his belt, shaking and desperate for his cock.

★ - covers his mouth and hopes his groans are relatively quiet when you sneak under his desk while on a video call with his clients at the funeral home. tries his hardest to stay focused as you lick along his length and pop his tip into your mouth.

★ - loves semi-public sex. he'll fuck you in a closet at a family gathering, tease you under the table, grind against you behind the kitchen counter while everyone else is in the kitchen.

★ - has very high stamina and can easily go a handful of rounds. your pleasure always comes before his anyway.

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cpidsworld · 1 year

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` telling then you wanna fuck without saying it

smau ft. sejoh 4 x gender neutral reader

minors and ageless blogs please stay tf away <3

a/n: seriously i was bored and these make me ugly laught i'm sorry

feel free to request other characters if you want more!

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ququb444hm · 4 months

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pairing: aoba josai 3rd years x fem!reader

idea straight fr my notes:

- aoba josai 3rd years find out their usually soft spoken, shy manager works at hooters !

- not only that 😭 but she's the #1 employee n even has her picture n name up on the restaurant's walls

warning(s): hooters 😓 idk i thought it was funny .. this is purely crack, swearing idk

ok gn 💔 it's 5 am n i am GONE

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nishisun · 1 year

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DOCTOR’S PET — MATSUKAWA ISSEI.

paring: optometrist!issei x reader

summery: you should’ve known something was up when you stumbled across that sketchy advertisement... dr. matsukawa is a fucking nut job.

warnings: nsfw, dub-con, fingering, vaginal penetration, manipulation, uses of vibrator, he’s like in his 40’s, reader is in her 20s. PLEASE READ AUTHORS NOTE BELOW.

a/n: suprise! i am not back, but i realized that i had 14 drafts so i am queuing them because i will soon deactivating this blog, but i’m not sure yet. i’m not sure if this work is finished, so i apologize for any cliff hangers my works have! this was originally written back in late 2020, so excuse the writing if it’s horrible. thank you for the support i received in this blog! i do plan on creating a new blog so this work may be transported to that one if it seems familiar, but i will also make note of that to avoid confusion.

It should not have gotten to this.

Seriously. You’d think that as medical school enrollments expanded the system would do the best they could and resolve the physician shortage by adding more residency slots in the Miyagi Prefecture. That wasn’t the case at all.

In fact, all the residencies and medical internships you’ve applied for haven’t gotten back to you. It’s been over a month now, and the only emails you’ve received from them are ‘I’m sorry to inform you’ letters and ‘waitlisted’. Not even one acceptance letter. It sucked.

Just when you lost hope, you stumbled across an article for one that was unrealistically near you.

‘Medical Internships Available for Upcoming Optometrist! Miyagi’s Hospital Center: Medical Training Program ran by Dr. Matsukawa Issei, MD. Location: Dr. Matsukawa’s Office.’

It sounded way too good to be true... and it was only a 15-minute drive from your place..? Out of mere curiosity, you clicked on the advertisement without a second thought and ah — there it was; a catch.

Only one person could be accepted.

Well, desperate times call for desperate measures, so you filled the application anyways and hoped for the best.

And for some odd reason, you were actually selected.

You don’t know how, but you actually got chosen. Now here you are, in front of his office in your car. You take one last anxious look in your rear-view mirror, reassuring yourself that you looked somewhat presentable before gathering your belongings and heading to the entrance.

“Here goes nothing.”

Once you push past the doors, you couldn’t help but notice how empty the lobby was. There weren’t any patients waiting, and the T.V used for entertainment purposes was off. Maybe the office was closed? You brush these thoughts off before turning your head to be greeted by a lady. She seemed young, about the same age as you or a little bit older.

“Hello?” she calls, she doesn’t bother looking up at you as she continues to type away on the computer. You turn your head around swiftly to face her, offering an awkward smile.

“Oh! Uh, Hi! I came for Dr. Matsukawa’s internship program?” The woman makes a face that you can’t read — confusion, you might say? Either way, she does an excellent job concealing it as she rolls a pen and a few papers your way.

“Fill these forms out for me and I’ll tell Dr. Matsukawa that you’re ready for him.” she explains, giving you a tight lipped smile.

You take the papers and pen, taking a seat on one of the many comfortable chairs in the room. You finished filling out the form rather quickly, getting up to return the papers back to the front desk, until you suddenly hear bickering. It sounds like the lady that was at the front desk not too long ago and oh, a male voice too. Although you shouldn’t, you let your curiosity get the best of you.

“Hey, is everything okay here — oh.”

It’s the doctor himself. He raises an eyebrow at you, his attention that was once on the lady was now at you, then looking down at the folders he was currently holding, rummaging through them. He looks back at you, using his pointer finger to gently lift up his glasses.

“You must be L/N?” he clears his voice, as if he wasn’t just arguing with the lady next to him seconds ago, waiting for you to reply.

Dr. Matsukawa is extremely attractive.

The hell? Since when did you have a thing for older men? Is that wrong to say? He looks like a very busy man, even though there were no patients currently in the office. There’s a huge height difference between him and the lady and the way he has to look down at you leaves you with no choice but to close bite on your bottom lip.

Your eyes wander down to his lower body, meeting the dress shoes he was currently wearing, and from there, your eyes take in the tight black pants and the way his fitted navy blue shirt outlined his abs slightly, his white lab coat topping the outfit.

“Ms. L/N?” The man calls out again, his fingers gripping the stacks of files in his hand a bit tighter as he gave you a concerned look. Your head jerks up immediately to face Dr. Matsukawa, your stomach doing flips when you make eye contact with him. “Ms. L/N Y/N is your name. Am I correct?”

You gulp, eagerly nodding your head. “Uh, Yeah — Yes. Yes, that’s my name.” You stammered. You break eye contact with the doctor, eyes drifting to the lady standing next to him.

Dr. Matsukawa flashes you a bright smile before giving you a firm nod, lifting his arm to direct you to another room. “You can follow me — Is everything alright, miss?”

“Y-Yes!” You mindlessly shake your head, struggling to move your feet from where they’re planting. You’ve suddenly realized how unprofessional you’ve been acting and it’s because of the extremely hot doctor in front of you.

“Please, take a seat.”

He’s taken you to a.. patients room..? You were expecting an office. You’re assuming this is where he’ll be discussing the activities you’ll be doing today. You take a seat in the medical recliner, examining the room as he brings out your information in a folder. “Your files show that you’re a really good student, who has a great amount of experience on leadership skills and opportunities,” he affirmed. He looks up at you, shifting in his seat as he continues to look over your papers.

“Uh, Yes, that’s true. I can name some—“

“Let’s get straight to the objective for today, shall we?” The way he suddenly interrupted you by slamming the folder together causes you to flinch, there’s a sudden mischief in his eyes that cause your throat to dry up, and now he’s staring at you. Like boring his eyes on you waiting for a response. You swallow hardly before nodding, causing him to grin. “I’ve already reviewed everything I need to know about you. I don’t want to waste another minute.”

He’s nice. Weird, but nice. Which doesn’t help because his odd (yes, odd) behavior was turning you to someone who you weren’t, which was shy. You’d like to say you’re a pretty confident and outgoing person who’s able to maintain eye contact and keep a conversation going with others, but for some reason, this man in front of you was different.

“I’m going to be running some test. I hope that’s fine with you?” He announced, leaning foward while adjusting the nobs on the lamp. You should be asking questions, you should, because you didn’t know this interview would require “tests”. You don’t even care to at this point, you’re just grateful you got selected, so you nod your head. “Perfect. I’ll start by checking your eyesight.”

“Uh, Dr. Matsukawa, forgive me for overstepping , but what do these test have to do with the internship?” The doctor hums in acknowledgment, leaning down so he can get a good look at your eyes through the lens.

“Can you see the dot?”

You squint your eyes so you can see the so called ‘dot’ he’s talking about more clearly “Yes, I can, but—“

“This was mentioned and is definitely part of the internship Ms. L/N. Did you not read the form?” He sighs, writing some notes down in his paper and you can’t even feel guilty because you’re too distracted at how big his hands are, huge knuckles and veiny. How can someone’s hand be so attractive?

“Well, I did but I just didn’t really see where it said that on the form, so I didn’t think that you’d be running some ‘tests’.” You quote his words from earlier, nervously chuckling. He sighs again.

“I’m going to test your eye pressure.” He stands up, holding an object similar to a pointer. He moves towards you, pointing to the red dot on the wall across the room.

“Keep your eyes focused on the dot and try not to blink. This won’t hurt, but it may feel uncomfortable.” You nod once again, resting your hands on your lap as Dr. Matsukawa squats in front of you so he’s eye-level with you. He gently places his hand in your knee, causing you to flinch.

Seriously, get your shit together.

“Are you alright? He basically snickered, you’re pretty sure he can feel the warmth radiating at your core.

You nod your head, eyes locking into the dot, cheeks heating up and turning into a bright pink shade. Dr. Matsukawa positions the equipment right in front of your eye before pressing a button that activated the device to blow a puff of air into your eye, causing you to blink.

“We’ll try again.” He maintains eye contact, refocusing the device on the center of your eye as his hand that was on your thigh slight reaches higher, going under your pencil skirt causing you to flinch again.

“I’m sorry,” you breathe, letting out an extremely nervous sigh.

“I’m going to hold your head so you don’t pull away. Is that alright with you?” He explains, giving you so soft smile.

You nod your head rather keenly. Your heart flutters at the contact, the grip on the back of your neck not too tight but strong enough to prevent your head from moving.

He starts the device again, watching you fight the urge to blink. He smiles when you don’t blink, removing his hand from the back of your neck.

“Good girl. You just need someone to keep you in place, yeah?” his other hand rubs your thigh and you couldn’t help the whimper slips out your mouth at the nickname.

Dear God help you. It’s like this man knows that you find him attractive.

“Yeah..” you answer, he stands up with the equipment, writing some notes down on his note book before closing it.

“We have one more test and that’ll be all for today.” He leaves the room for a short period of time and comes back with the other lady from before, she’s carrying a box and places it right next to you.

Dr. Matsukawa follows behind the lady, taking a seat across from you. Why the hell did they look like they were about to dissect your body?

“Do you know what’s inside that box?” he beamed, you turned your head to look at the box the lady had placed next to you, tilting your head and slightly squinting your eyes so you could get a better look at the text.

‘Magic Wand — Vibrator Sex Toy.’

What. The. Fuck.

Dr. Matsukawa grins when he watches the harsh breath you take, the lady next to him staring to the side with a bored look.

“W...What’s that for?” You eyes remain staring at the box.

He grins, “You do know what this is used for, right Ms. L/N?” You stare back up at him, swallowing hard.

“Is... Is this why you put these restraints on me?” Your eyes are filled with pure terror, your breathing becoming uneven when Dr. Matsukawa chuckles darkly. What was going on in your head when you willingly let him tie your hands up?

“No need to fret,” He attempts to touch you and you only flinch in response. “What, you can’t handle getting touched by a vibrator?”

You cringe at his word choice, shaking your head when he takes a closer step at you.

“Also,” He’s hot in your face, your breath hitches when you remember that you two aren’t the only ones in the room. You look over to the lady with a pleading look, but she only looks away. “I’ve noticed the way you’ve been looking at my most naughtiest places, Ms. L/N.”

“No... No! It’s not like that I swear!—“

He swiftly faces away from you and you bite your bottom lip. “But of course, if you’re not comfortable with this, I won’t force you. I’m not into stuff like that anyways.”

It’s only then you finally remember to breathe, you shift uncomfortably when he places a hand in your thigh.

“But you’re a good girl, right? You know how to follow directions.” It takes a while to register his words, you’re too busy in your own world, wondering how the hell you got yourself in this position. You don’t even notice his hand was cupping your cheek.

“You see,” he starts, “I don’t want to hurt you.. I just want to study you. That’s all.” He assured with that charming smile that could get you to obey his every order.

So you nod.

“Perfect!” he gleams, “Nina, would you mind stepping to the side for me?”

She follows his request, clipboard in her hand. You give her an unsure look and she looks like she’d rather be anywhere else but here. You don’t blame her.

“Nina over here took her test 3 years ago,” He announces, “Took it like a pro, isn’t that right, Nina?”

She glared at Dr. Matsukawa, before nodding, “Yeah.”

“She’s a very hard working doctor and very successful, too. You should see her when the office is open! Handles the patients so well.”

He continues to ramble and proceeds to remove the object from out of the box, placing a battery and flicking the switch on.

“Wait!” you yelp, he switches off the vibrator and gives you a confused look. “What— what does this have to do with the internship? And what were the eye test for?”

“I’m going to review your vision before and after you achieve an orgasm.” he deadpans.

Your head cocks to the side, in fact, you feel light headed and you wonder how he said something like that so casually.

“You see, I’ve noticed that you’ve been holding your breath quite a lot every since you’ve gotten here, and I can’t help but wonder if you’ll do the same while your vagina is being stimulated.” you blankly stare, waiting for him to continue. “If this is true, and you do hold your breath while you orgasm, you could temporarily lose eye sight, or receive blurred vision due to the pressure that would be building up in your eyes.”

Help. Someone help. This man has lost his fucking mind. And the lady, Nina, why the hell is she not saying anything? Did she seriously go through this too?

Your jaw gapes as well as your eyes, staring at Dr. Matsukawa with a frightened look. Maybe you shouldn’t have applied for this internship. And then the dam finally breaks.

Honestly, you’re surprised you didn’t start crying when he restrained you. You’re absolutely too frightened to even fight back at this point, and even though he said you didn’t have to, you’re too afraid to speak at the moment. If you knew you’d meet crazy doctors like this, you would’ve quit med school.

“This causes your blood vessels in your eye to burst and trigger a small hemorrhage and temporary vision loss.” You let out a sob, “But don’t worry, it’s temporary.”

Like that was supposed to help.

He gently pats your head before placing a strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s okay if you don’t want to do it, baby.”

You face the floor as he rubs his thumb softly over your cheek. You find comfort as he cups your cheek, it’s almost as if it’s only the two of you there.

“I’m sorry if I frightened you, dear. I’m just so very excited because I’ve never met someone so... Inspiring,” You lift your head up to face him, and he lets out a soft chuckle. “With such leadership skills you have, I’m truly greatful you accepted this internship. I honestly find a strong interest in you, too.” His hand travels down your sides, pushing you closer to him.

“Really?” it’s barely above a whisper, breath hitching when his lips softly brush against yours. He nods against your lips, just about to bring them in before he hears a soft ‘tch’ coming from Nina.

“Ah, no need to be jealous, Nina. You’re still in my top 3.” He pulls away from you to grin at Nina, who doesn’t respond. She’s awfully quiet. You don’t know why, but those words sent a pang to your heart. Top 3? Does he have affairs with all his co-workers? Just how many girls has he done this to?

He turns back to gave you once again, delicately trailing his fingers on your sides. “You think you can be a good girl for me?”

You bite your lip, looking up at him and it’s the way he’s staring at you with such adoration — like he’s the only person you can count on.. You just want to make him proud. So you nod.

“Yes.”

You can see the way his eyes light up, and you can’t help he smile to yourself. It finally feels like you’re being useful for once.

“If you ever need me to stop, call out ‘strawberries’”

“Okay.”

Dr. Matsukawa grabs the small vibrator once again, turning it on to the lowest setting, testing the power of it in his finger before lifting your skirt up and placing it against your panties.

“Hah!” you gasp out, your hands pull hard against the restraint, causing Dr. Matsukawa to grin.

“Subject 5 has been restricted for a approximately 10 minutes now. An increased blood flow towards her genital has been detected after realizing what was about to happen to her.” Nina speaks into the recorder.

Subject 5, really?

He moves the wand from your clit, down to your folds, as he watched you writhe underneath the restraints.

“Poor baby,” he pretends to pout, “I don’t think you’ll be able to fully enjoy yourself being l restrained like this. You need to comforting, isn’t that right?”

“Mmm! Mhm.”

He chuckled to himself, before helping you remove all of your clothing, discarding your panties as well as your bra. Your nipples began to harden as the cool air got in contact with them. As he was pulling down your panties, he kneeled down and inspected the slick covering your pussy.

“Subject 5 has increased vaginal discharge, signifying that her body is preparing itself for sexual intercourse.” Dr. Matsukawa calls out before licking a long stripe on your pussy. Your hips buck, causing Dr. Matsukawa to chuckle as he rubbed the side of your thigh.

You weren’t one to get embarrassed easily, but it’s not everyday a hot doctor almost 2x your age sees you naked.

Your head bolts up when you realize Dr. Matsukawa was doing the same, removing his lab coat as well as his right-fitted navy blue shirt, to reveal nibs insanely fit body.

“You’re drooling, Ms. L/N.”

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atsumwah · 2 years

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losing them at the mall

featuring : seijoh 4 + bokuto, akaashi

notes : this is just crack based on my shopping experience for eid these past couple of days

#haikyuu smau #haikyuu x reader #oikawa smau #iwaizumi smau #matsukawa smau #hanamaki smau #bokuto smau #akaashi smau #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu crack #haikyuu imagines #hq smau

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hypn0sh · 2 years

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＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*

random bf texts (pt.2)

ft. suna, matsukawa, nishinoya, bokuto, and tendou

cw: suna’s gets kinda nsfw

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*

suna:

matsukawa:

nishinoya:

bokuto:

tendou:

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*

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oniku-niku · 1 year

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➢ Your Sibling Stole Your Phone

↳ Daichi Sawamura | Kyotani Kentaro | Bokuto Koutaro | Iwaizumi Hajime | Kuroo Tetsuro | Matsukawa Issei Warnings} One bare back photo

[Blog Master List]

#haikyuu #haikyuu smau #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fake texts #daichi sawamura #kyotani kentaro #daichi sawamura texts #kyotani texts #bokuto koutaro #iwaizumi hajime #bokuto texts #iwaizumi texts #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo tetsuro texts #matsukawa issei #matsukawa texts

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 9 months

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Being Seijoh’s Manager:

HBD Oikawa pt. 2

Seijoh x GN! Manager

Warnings: swearing, violence threatened against Oikawa

AN: felt like I could add a little more to Oikawa’s birthday group chat 😌

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lenaariewrld · 16 days

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dream girl

suna rintaro ending ・ᡣ𐭩

You look up from your phone as soon as you see Suna’s last message and, sure enough, spot him walking towards you. He looks more rested and relaxed than this morning, and he’s changed out of the sweats and sweatshirt he’d donned, too. You lift your arm up to wave, making sure you catch his attention before dropping it to your side again. “You got here fast,” You tell him as he comes up to you in line. The people behind you are too engrossed in their conversation to notice his appearance or care about it.

“I have a car and live at most five minutes away,” He shrugs. You only hum back in response, taking that as a good enough reason.

Suna and Kunimi nod at each other in greeting, a wordless conversation you’re not privy to passing between them in the couple of seconds of silence. Kunimi shuffles forward when the line moves, and Suna takes that as his cue to relax in his spot with you, his arms laying around your shoulders and his chin resting on top of your head. You can feel the steady warmth of his body against your back. It feels nice, like a comforting blanket.

You never paid attention to how physically close Suna often was with you, how he offered his arm or hand or would relax with his arms against you, or how often the two of you hanging out at his place or your dorm resulted in the two of you cuddling while you did your own things. You wonder, briefly, if he meant anything with those touches or if he was just like that.

Did he also feel like his heart would explode out of his chest, or crave the feeling of being able to call you his like you did?

Did he want something more than just a friendship like you did?

You shuffle your weight between your feet, your body tense for just a second when Suna maneuvers himself against you again.

He presses his cheek to the top of your head, letting out a dramatic groan. “Why do these lines take so long?” He whines playfully, a tone you knew well to mean ‘i want to talk about something but i have nothing to say’.

“Lots of people want their turn,” Kunimi says matter-of-factly from in front of you, glancing over his shoulder. You giggle at the dry tone of his voice. Suna’s arms circle around your shoulders a little tighter, like he was going to hug you, effectively pulling himself closer to your frame. You don’t think anything of it, but you can tell by his body language that he was rolling his eyes. The indignant huff he lets out was also a good indicator.

Before they can go back and forth, you chip in with your own conversation topic, mentioning a couple games you wanted to show Suna before either of you call it a day. You both discuss a loose game plan while the line moves forward, letting Kunimi play his round before it’s your turn. Suna pats your shoulder. “We know what happened last time you tried to play a fair game like this,” He teases with a half-smile, the lazy pull of his lips being enough to quiet your protests. You still roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest, acting as if you were upset about his comment even if you truly didn’t care. As long as you got your prize, that was what mattered to you.

Suna focuses on the game, but you focus on him, watching as his face falls serious, his eyes squinted into slits of forest green. “Y/n,” You turn your head away as Kunimi calls your name and shows you the keychain he had chosen.

A little stuffed teddy bear was attached to the chain loop, it’s sewn on face looking eerily close to Kunimi’s resting expression. You laugh as he holds it up to his face. “This is ridiculous,” He shakes his head, though he was clearly amused and you could tell.

“Yeah, it looks a little constipated, hm?” Suna’s voice sounds from beside you, and you jump slightly at the proximity. When had he finished playing his game? And what was with his tone?

“Well, that’s just reaching,” You pretend to scold the man, turning back to Kunimi. He was busy affixing the keychain to his car keys, side-eyeing you and Suna for a second before tucking them away in his hoodie. “I think it’s cute,” You add, taking Suna’s hand and leading him away from the game booth before anyone can start to complain about your little trio holding up the line. Suna presses his lips together, but doesn’t respond.

The three of you make a beeline for another game to play, you and Kunimi falling into conversation about which ones look the easiest to beat and get prizes from without having to try too hard. You’d worked out a system for which ones to go for by now, and you were both engrossed in the conversation. It wasn’t until he started lagging behind, tugging your arm as he did so, that you remembered Suna was with you. He had fallen quiet for some reason. You turn to look at him while Kunimi continues walking, raising your brows curiously.

“What?”

“You’re just walking fast,” Suna says, but he’s not looking at you, instead his focus is elsewhere. You frown slightly. You’d spent enough time with the man to know when something was up with him, and usually he didn’t act like this. Being so… distant. And short.

You glance towards Kunimi before tugging Suna’s hand and diverting to a small side alley between two tents, giving you both a second of privacy. “Okay, what’s wrong?” You immediately question before the dark-haired man can question your sudden surge of strength. You place your hands on your hips and raise your brows again, waiting patiently for him to tell you why his behaviour was off. Suna scoffs and shakes his head.

“Nothing’s wrong,”

“You’re being all fidgety,” You point out, “And you have an attitude, which is different than your usual sarcastic i-couldn’t-care-less disposition,” You add quickly, not letting him blow off your concern. Suna remains silent for a moment, but he’s still not meeting your eyes. “Is it Kunimi?”

Now he looks at you, his eyes slightly widened like you’d caught him in a trap.

So that was it.

You sigh. “Come on, Rin, I told you he was fine.. You don’t have to be all hyper-defensive just because he’s here… I mean, you hung out with him before you were ever friends with me, so you don’t have to stop being friends with him just because he messed up with me,” You had to admit that his wariness (or what you assumed was wariness) around the other man was sweet, and it was nice to know he supported you so wholly, but it was a little much given you’d long since forgiven Kunimi of what he’d done. The sting wasn’t there anymore, the hurt of what he’d done and said had been soothed with his genuine actions.

“It’s..” Suna once again presses his lips together, an internal struggle going on within his mind that you can’t decipher. He seems to take a moment to debate his words, stepping closer after a beat of silence. “It’s not about that,” He finally admits, his voice quiet. Your brows pull together, furrowed in confusion.

“What is it about, then?” You ask.

Suna looks at you now, his concentration fully on you. You realise he hadn’t met your eyes fully this whole time, and you feel your breath catch in your throat. His eyes are raw, sparkling with some emotion and feeling that you recognise but can’t name (don’t want to name. don’t want to give yourself false hope). “Y/n, come on…” He’s even quieter, even closer. You didn’t realise the little amount of space between the both of you until you felt his chest brush against yours, his shoes prodding your own.

Words seem to get lost in your brain and any questions or statements you might come up with die on the tip of your tongue. Nothing seems to matter when you’re under Suna’s gaze, his face soft and earnest as he looks at you. Your heart is racing again, the buzz on your skin familiar and insistent, letting any doubts or what-if’s dissipate.

It comes to you.

“Are you jealous of him, Rin?” You tilt your head to the side just slightly, a teasing upturn to your lips. He rolls his eyes and looks away from you.

“Please–”

“You totally are!” You reach up to lightly slap his chest, giggling uncontrollably as the realisation hits you. It seemed so… silly to you, for him to be jealous of Kunimi. Was it not obvious that you had fallen for him? It was hard not to have. He had been there for everything, had grounded you when your entire world seemed so shaky, and had kept you company even when you thought everybody would want nothing to do with you. He knocked sense into you, kept you in check, and had been supportive of everything you’d done. And all he’d ask of you was a little bit of time together, when you’d have given him the stars in the sky if he desired them.

He huffs when you finally calm your giggles, your hands having rested on his shoulders now, pulling the both of you even closer. “You’re such a dork,” You tell him. “But if it wasn’t obvious…” You swallow down the nerves and potential anxiety of this blowing up in your face, finding it easy to ignore when he lifted his eyebrows curiously, his expression full of as much hope as yours. “I like you,” You confess, almost a whisper.

Suna’s expression doesn’t change much, but you can tell that he finally processes it when his eyes widen slightly, darting around your face like he was checking for discrepancies in your features. “Oh thank god,” He whispers, leaning forward. You feel the distant closing between you both and, then, he’s kissing you quickly.

It’s insistent and deep as he presses his lips against your own, perfectly finding the pieces to fit himself into you. His hands cup your face, keeping you close and stealing the air from your lungs. You kiss him back with no hesitation, pushing yourself onto your toes, into him, into his space like you couldn’t get enough.

And by god, it was everything.

Click!

The sound of a shutter clicking pulls you both from the kiss and you snap your head to the side, your cheeks flushed a bright red and your eyes wide like you were caught in a scandalous act. You kind of were, if you think about it.. Kunimi stands a couple feet away with a lazy grin on his face, his phone held up as he snaps a couple more pictures, giggling to himself. “I was waiting for you two idiots to catch on,” He mumbles, shaking his head in faux exasperation…

| three years later…