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zmbiesuga · 11 months

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kisses with some haikyuu boys that have been on my mind lately . . . a tad suggestive in some parts.

kisses with semi are rough and needy. the kisses that have you pressed against the wall. the ones that leave you both breathless as he pulls away to examine your puffy and bruised lips. a small flush of pink beginning to spread across his face as he finds himself going back for more.

kisses with atsumu are tender and playful. kisses he uses to greet you when you come home from a long day, to show you how much his heart missed you while you were away. kisses that, when he pulls away, he makes a dramatic thwap! noise that makes you giggle.

kisses with iwaizumi that are actually a little shy and hesitant. kisses that show the softie he tries so hard to hide through his hard shell. hesitating before going in for your lips because he's so afraid of messing up, the blood rushing to the tip of his ears as he feels you smile into it.

kisses with matsukawa are erratic and playful. kisses that never stop at your lips, he always ends up covering every inch of skin he can find in kisses. exaggerated smooching sounds as his lips touch every piece of ground he can cover.

kisses with tsukishima are slow and dedicated. kisses that have the smart-mouthed blonde quiet for a few moments, soaking up your presence. taking his time and whispering small "i love you"'s before going back at it again. proving your the only person in the world that he loves this much.

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revasserium · 1 year

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I just found your blog. Your writing is incredible! So addicting read! Could you write 49 with Matsukawa? If you don't write for him Iwaizumi is good too :)

send me a prompt and a character, and i’ll write you a drabble

49. stolen kisses; iwaizumi

on the rooftop, during lunch period, when it’s way too hot but it’s the only place with any semblance of privacy — his fingers insistent as they tilt your chin up to meet his, your hands crumpling his uniform front. the way you let out a long, ragged breath from between kiss-slick lips makes a strange satisfaction curl in his stomach as he pulls back.

“y-y’know… if oikawa-san knew —”

“mm — i really don’t like it when you mention another guy’s name when we’re together like this.”

he huffs, tugging you forward again, you protest lost against the press of his lips.

“so… what was that about oikawa?” he asks as the pair of you make your slow way down the three flights of stairs to japanese lit.

“i — just…” you blush, ducking as iwaizumi turns to cock his head at you, the hint of a smirk on his lips, “you always give him such a hard time for flirting —”

“ah… so you’re calling me a hypocrite?” he props an arm over your head, caging you in just before the pair of you hit the last bend into the hallway, slowly filling with more and more students, making their way back in from lunch.

“no! i just… it just occurred to me is all.”

“heehhh… so you were thinking of another guy when we were making out, hm?”

you nearly squeak as he leans down, crowding into your personal space with a sharp, hard-lined look in his eyes, but the smirk on his lips is nothing short of wicked as he pauses right before his lips meet yours, so close you can almost taste him —

“guess next time… i’ll just have to make it so you can’t think at all, huh?”

#iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi fluff #haikyuu headcanons #haiCUITES #floofy floof floof #HA. this was such a fuckin cop-out of a drabble all things considered and aLSO 3 yrs late bUT #listen i need to re-read the seijoh match cause i feel like i have ZERO handle on matsukawa's fuckin characte #so i apologize but... i hope iwa works too!

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suashii · 2 months

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— 𝒷𝒶𝓈𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒷𝑜𝓎𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 ౨ৎ

matsukawa issei x reader. 1.1k wc. ﾉ suggestive fluff ﾉ after sex pillow talk but no smut ﾉ friends with benefits

“wanna go to a wedding with me?”

as casual as the question is, something feels just a tad bit strange about your timing. you hadn’t planned on asking him now—mere minutes after sharing your bodies with each other, your limbs still tangled with his. it doesn’t make for great pillow talk but if you don’t ask him now, you aren’t sure when the next opportunity will make itself known.

matsukawa laughs but it’s something closer to a snort. dark curls stick to the tanned skin of his forehead, damp with sweat. he tries to push the hair away from his face as he rolls onto his back. the new position creates a bit of space between you and robs you of the man’s warmth. you should be thankful for the chance to cool down but being in his arms is just so comfortable.

chocolatey eyes focus on the ceiling with matsukawa’s counter-question. “isn’t that an occasion reserved for boyfriends?”

“you’re basically my boyfriend.”

the words tumble from your lips before you can even comprehend what you’re saying. you aren’t sure what compelled you to say that—“boyfriend” isn’t a title you’ve ever referred to him as and despite saying so right now, you’ve never truly thought of mattsun as your boyfriend either. still, you don’t take the words back, curious to see how he’ll respond.

“eh…” he makes a sound of disagreement, one that’s matter-of-factly but nowhere near malicious. “we have sex.”

it’s true; if either of you were asked to slap a label on your relationship, it would probably be one that reads, “friends that fuck.” emphasis on the latter. but you’d be a liar if you said that the line between friends and something else wasn’t beginning to blur.

the conversation makes you consider all the little things that have changed since the two of you started sleeping with each other, things that have come about as a result of something other than your friendship. your brows furrow as you silently compile a list of all those things. you’ve lost count by the time matsukawa’s voice cuts through the quiet air.

“what are you thinking about?”

you don’t mince your words. “how you’re basically my boyfriend.”

it’s not that you’re trying to push it, rather, that you’re coming to the realization yourself. you may find it just as weird as mattsun does.

“fine,” he sighs, but it’s more playful than exasperated. “i’ll bite.”

he rolls over on his side so that he’s facing you and props his head up on his arm. there’s humor and curiosity twinkling in the dark pools that are his eyes. being the sole subject of his gaze makes your skin prickle and all of a sudden you’re warming up again. “what about me is screaming boyfriend in that pretty little head of yours?”

“well,” you start, “you’re literally flirting with me right now. pretty little head?”

he shakes his head. “simply stating a fact.”

“whatever you say.” you ponder over your next piece of evidence. “we know the passcodes to each other’s apartments.”

he’s quick with his rebuttal. “all the guys know my passcode.”

“you’ve known them since high school.” you point at him accusingly, finger almost bumping the tip of his nose. you can feel the laugh he exhales through his nostrils. “it’s barely been three months since we’ve met.”

a beat of silence passes and then he nods. “got me there. what else?”

a grin pulls at your lips with his choice to concede. it encourages you to go on. “ok, you keep a change of clothes and a pair of pajamas in my dresser—and a toothbrush in my bathroom. you’ve practically started moving in.”

matsukawa doesn’t remember the moment he decided to bring any of that stuff over here or what possessed him to. convenience, he would imagine, but it speaks to how often he’s over your place, how frequently he lingers throughout the night and into the next morning. he’s only noticing it now, but he’s never done any of this with the hookups of his past.

maybe you’re more than a hookup, he thinks. how much more, mattsun isn’t sure, but there’s certainly something different about you. you’re no one-night fling, not someone he calls just when he needs to relieve some stress—there’s a deeper connection between the two of you, one that neither of you can seem to put your finger on. but you’re both beginning to acknowledge it, nevertheless.

“alright, can’t argue there,” the man confesses. he wonders if you can see the gears turning in his head, if you can tell his opinion is swaying with each piece of information you bring up. issei usually prides himself on his poker face but he’s reconsidered a lot these past few minutes. “any more proof to back up your claim?”

you hum in deep thought before meeting his eye once more. he never looked away.

“have you been sleeping with anyone else?”

“no.” his reply comes quicker than either of you expect. and it makes you smile, not because you’re happy to hear it (although, you are happy to hear it), but because his tone and the look of mild offense painting his features makes it seem as though you accused him of cheating.

which you can’t do unless you’re dating.

“so we’re exclusive, then.” you don’t miss the subtle relief that washes over his face at the implication that you also aren't seeing anyone else.

“you make a compelling case,” matsukawa tells you, a lazy grin playing at his lips.

“and your verdict?”

his lips stick out in a pout as he makes a show of thinking everything you’ve said over. with every second he doesn’t answer, you grow more and more sure that he’s looking for a way to let you down slowly. after what seems like forever, he finally speaks. “i’ll go to that wedding with you.”

your heart jumps upon hearing his acceptance of your invitation. you hide your excitement in a single word. “great.”

“when is it?”

“later next month.”

he hums and nods, mostly to himself. “that should be enough time.”

you can’t help but ask, “enough time to…?”

issei leans forward, closing the gap between you to steal a kiss. it’s short but sweet and for some reason, it leaves you wide-eyed like a doe caught in headlights. “to become your actual boyfriend, of course.”

thanks for giving this a read ! reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated :3

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chimielie · 10 months

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what it is

summary: Oikawa x Reader. he makes it out of the friendzone (with some help)

word count: 1.3k

cw: nothing, oikawa in glasses

a/n: i wrote this in under an hour while heavily caffeinated?;!;!4& brain melting

“You’re late,” you say with a grin. Oikawa Tooru pouts at you, his team jacket folded over his arms. He’s already changed out of uniform, you notice; must have exchanged it for a white t-shirt and slacks in the locker room.

“I was swarmed,” he claims as the two of you start to walk together. You roll your eyes and don’t even bother making a jab about his popularity with the girls (and people of all genders, really). At this point, you’ve accepted that deranged fans come with the territory of being friends with the volleyball team captain.

You met Oikawa on the first day of your first year at Aoba Johsai and had been friends ever since. Even though you had no interest in the sport at first, his love for volleyball was infectious. He had even roped you into being the team’s manager. You still weren’t sure how he had pulled that off, but you didn’t mind too much—you’d grown to love the team and the sport too, in your own way.

Despite your closeness, you’d never really understood why he had a fan club, especially as a teenage school athlete. You expected his popularity to grow when (not if) he went professional, but the idea of swooning over some guy you had pre-calculus classes with was totally foreign to you. It was a running joke among your friends that you were immune to Oikawa’s looks and charming magnetism (and, honestly, to all four of the team’s upperclassmen. You could acknowledge how objectively attractive they all were even though none of them seemed to fit your niche).

Sometimes, you caught Oikawa making strange expressions while your friends teased you about not liking him. It felt like you were the only one who noticed these kinds of things, sometimes. You really liked being able to read him so easily: both of you had saved each other under the contact name “Platonic Soulmate” in your phones.

You chalked up the weird faces to your friend’s first-rate ego, and even though you knew that the notion of one person not being desperately in love with him wouldn’t scratch the surface of his self-esteem, you always found yourself taking his hand surreptitiously or leaning your head on his shoulder when you did see him looking mopey. He always perked up, after that, and all would be sunshine again.

Today, everyone else had bailed on you when you suggested a joint ice-cream-and-study-date before next week’s exams. Iwaizumi had claimed that Oikawa was too loud and always distracted him, so he couldn’t seriously try to study together. Matsukawa had to babysit and refused to bring the brats, as he affectionately called his siblings, to get sweets. Hanamaki had just quirked his eyebrows at you and said, “I don’t feel like third wheeling. Thanks, but no thanks.”

You hadn’t really understood what he meant, but you hadn’t questioned it.

Oikawa had almost begged off to do some solo practice, too, but you’d made a fuss about nearing the end of your high school experience and worrying that you would fall out of touch when volleyball became his whole life (even moreso than it was now!), and he’d caved with an overdramatic sigh and a soft look that told you he wasn’t all that mad about your guilt-tripping.

You’re broken from your thoughts when you reach the ice-cream shop, Oikawa jabbering in your ear about some drama you can’t keep up with.

“And then she told me—ah, I can’t read the menu. You know, they were late refilling my contact prescription this month, so I’ve been carrying around my glasses, I hate it. So unflattering.”

You worry your lip as you stare at the flavor chart, barely listening to him talk.

“I’m sure it’s,” you start, turning to him as he slides the case out of his pocket and puts the frames on his face in a smooth motion. “Um.”

The glasses are not unflattering, you think dumbly, staring at him, your sentence hanging unfinished. The glasses perch on his nose perfectly, making you appreciate, for the first time, the shape of his nose and his cheekbones. Had they always been that sharp? And since when had his eyes been so pretty, reflecting the sunlight in so many shades, framed with long eyelashes that would have made you jealous if you weren’t so—

You reach out and lift the glasses off his face slowly, hoping that the old, familiar features that you’d never felt anything but friendship-friendly feelings towards would return. You can still see it, though: the divot of his Cupid’s bow is appealing, now, his smooth skin glowing to you, his surprised expression fucking adorable. You drop the frames back onto his nose.

Very abruptly, whatever immunity you once had to Oikawa’s looks is demolished in one fell swoop.

“I have to go have a midlife crisis,” you say decisively, and march out of the shop.

“Hey! What—where are you going? You’re not even middle-aged?” Oikawa calls after you, and you try steadfastly to ignore him, but every sense seems to have been awakened to your friend. Your face flushes, and you start walking faster, nearing the pace of a jog even though your limbs are stiff.

You finally pull over in a quieter, slightly more secluded spot between two buildings. You lean against the wall, closing your eyes, trying to remind yourself to take deep breaths.

“Are you okay?” Oikawa says, and you curse his long, athlete legs for having followed you so swiftly. “What’s wrong?”

You open your eyes. He’s still wearing the fucking glasses. Rest in peace, you think to yourself, surely my heart is going to give up soon, at the rate it’s going. Your lips part, but you can’t seem to get the words out. His worried gaze studies you until he finds something—exactly whatever you didn’t want him to see. A slow smile unfurls over his face, and you narrow your eyes. Ugh, how dare his smugness be attractive too, now?

“I should wear the glasses more often, huh?” He says, and you shake your head no frantically.

“Please don’t,” you say. “It’s, like, it doesn’t even matter anymore, anyway, I can’t unsee it now.”

“Unsee what?” He cocks his head, and he’s getting closer, and there’s nowhere to back away from him because you’re up against a wall—

“You’re hot!” You wail. “I saw it and I’m never gonna stop thinking it now, it doesn’t even matter what you wear, I’m doomed! This is the worst thing ever, ‘Kawa, how’m I supposed to go on… I can’t be your friend and a part of your fan club. I don’t think I can even be a part of your fan club ‘cause I don’t just think you’re hot, I think I have a crush on you—oh, my God, I have a c—”

Your increasingly frantic rambling is cut off by Oikawa sealing his lips to yours. The kiss is quick and sweet, and when he pulls away he still looks so, so handsome, and so concerned.

“Please breathe,” he says, and you nod, gaping at him in shock. “I like you too, okay? Please stop having a crisis.

“Okay,” you exhale, bracing your hands on his shoulders. “Okay. I’m still freaking out, though. I think the only way to stop it is to keep kissing me.”

Oikawa heaves a big, overdramatic sigh, and leans in, his glasses bumping your face; giving in to you, just like he always does.

#WAS this inspired by the time i saw my bf in glasses and literally went to my friend’s dorm and screamed for sixteen seconds (he timed it)#well i’m not telling. that’s a secret.#oikawa: i like you #reader (visions of oikawa in that godawful plaid outfit swimming thru their head): i think even that’s hot now. i have to get a lobotomy #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tōru x reader #oikawa fluff #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq!! x reader #haikyuu!! fluff #haikyuu!! x reader fluff #hq x reader fluff #oikawa x reader fluff #hq!! fluff #the word fluff doesnt look real anymore

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cottonlemonade · 7 days

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hi😁 i thought long hard about this and i came to a decision of a large mango with boba for issei🙇🏽‍♀️ mwuah

Noisy Neighbors

word count: 603 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: post-time skip husband!Issei Matsukawa x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff and smut

warnings: mdni, nsfw, mentions of overstimulation

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“There, all done!“

“Look at us, being accomplished adults and everything.“

You high fived your husband.

After many weeks of driving back and forth you finally managed to move into your new house and today you both trampled the last battered, empty moving box.

With a happy squeak you threw your arms around Issei‘s neck, having to hop and balance on your tiptoes to accomplish such a feat.

You gave him a kiss and let your hands wander from his shoulders down to his butt, giving it a quick squeeze, then wanted to let go to get started on a late lunch but Issei pulled you back for another, much more indecent kiss.

You laughed against his lips when you felt something hard press against your plush thigh.

“Can‘t believe that‘s all it takes for you.“, you teased.

“Baby, anything you do is an aphrodisiac to me.“

You leaned back a bit, in thought, playing with his hair in the back of his neck.

“What if I‘m pigging on a burger and have sauce all over my face?“

Issei gave you a superior grin, cupping your cheek, “There isn‘t enough fast food in the world to ever turn me off my wife.“

Leaning down, he began kissing your neck.

“Oh, you‘re about to get sooo lucky.“, you beamed.

“I already am.“, he murmured into your skin.

Making a sound somewhere between a giggle and a moan you replied, “Ugh, that was so cheesy, babe. Take me to bed already, will you?“

“Your wish is my command, my queen.“

And with that he crouched down to throw you over his shoulder like a sack of rice, carrying you off towards your new bedroom.

“Ah, stop it!“, you laughed.

“Quit wiggling like a chubby little worm.“ Issei gave your ass a playful slap then tossed you onto the bed.

He climbed on top of you, knees trapping you on either side.

With a grin he discarded his sweaty shirt, his well-toned body glowing in the afternoon sun shining through your large window.

“But just to be clear“, he leaned down to kiss you again, “I would still love you if you were a worm.“

You snorted and pulled him down on top of you, sighing happily.

Soon enough the remaining clothes were taken off as well and Issei went to work worshiping every inch of your body.

“Mmh… ah, baby… no more teasing. Please? Can you just fuck me?“

You saw him smirk between your legs.

“You sure? Just letting you know, you‘re not about to leave this bed for a while.“

“Stop bragging and prove it.“

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Three orgasms later

“Where do you think you‘re going, bunny?“, he panted.

His large strong hands grabbed your hips and pulled him back onto his cock.

You had been at it for hours. Your new neighbors, although few and far between, must think you were being tortured. Exhausted and on all fours you were completely at the mercy of your husband who very obviously had lost none of his stamina since quitting volleyball.

“No more… Issei… Oh my god… Ah! I can‘t…“

“Aw, my cute little bunny. Surely you can take one more. Hm, okay, maybe two.“ His hips sped up again, balls slapping heavily against your overstimulated clit, “Ah, look at you dripping on our new sheets, hm? Nnng, so tight… ah, so full of cum - hey, come on bunny, ass up.“ He grabbed at your cheeks, kneading their flesh while pounding you like a madman, “That‘s it… you‘re so good to me. Come on, you can do it.“

You muffled your next climax in the pillow.

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a/n: did anyone else read that time skip in the voice of the SpongeBob narrator? No? Just me then xD I genuinely had so much fun writing this. Thank you for the prompt, girl 🫶🏻✨

Note, the fast food line is inspired by a tweet I saw many many moons ago. I tried to find it again but with no luck - if you know the one, lemme know and I shall credit ^^

for requests see here

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renalord · 10 months

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༅ pairing: (seperately) suna, matsukawa, bokuto, iwaizumi, atsumu, tanaka, kiyoko, saeko, yachi x fem term!reader

༅ synopsis: they react to your ig post for the first time.

༅ warnings: fem terms used (as stated in pairings), cursing, mention of a gun, mention of death, spit in atsumu's, they love you.

༅ authors note: this was inspired by the lovely @/fuckytown! their work is great, go check them out! inspired by their "first impressions" post. also im back from my indefinitely long hiatus and this was my first post.. i cringed so hard.

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ridiculouslly-ridiculous · 6 months

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I don’t wanna fight, lemme cum inside you~

Various characters x Fem!reader

Warnings: Piv, no plot, smut, cream pie, dumbification, not proof read

Inspired by the one line in “Mañana” by Tainy, Young Miko, & The Marías

You had no idea that the tiny fight you had would escalate into a bigger fight, and ultimately end up with you getting pinned down into the mattress — face down, ass up, and hands behind your back.

You can’t even remember what the fight was about— not when you’re getting your back blown out so good you can’t even think straight. You can barely disypher the words your boyfriend is panting as he drills into you.

“Oh, baby, you know I hate it when we fight.” He grunts — never letting up his relentless pace. You let out warbled moans in response. Drool now coming out of the corner of your mouth by how fucked out you are.

“You know I hate fighting with you, right? Lemme cum inside you to show you how sorry I am.” You hear him grunt over the pap, pap, pap of his balls smacking against you with each thrust. You can’t even form a coherent thought, let alone voice it. You just moan even louder and you feel your pussy start to get even wetter than it already was.

He chuckles at your reaction, “I’m gonna take that as a yes.” A few more hard thrusts and you can feel his heavy load fill you all the way up until there was no more room and it begins to leak out. Although he’s already cumming, he’s still slowly grinding into you. It’s not much but it’s just enough to finally get you to cream around him.

“There she is.” You’re struggling to catch your breath after such an intense orgasam. Pulling out, he carefully flips you over — cum leaking out of messy pussy and all over the sheets. He then agonizingly slow lines himself and pushes in letting out a nasty squelch.

“Don’t get too comfortable babe… I’m not done apologizing yet.”

Licht, Leon, Silvio, Nokto, Keith, Rio, your Ikémen fave <3

Daichi, Bokuto, Matsukawa, Osamu, Atsumu, Semi, Kenshin, Akaashi, Kita, your HQ fave <3

Nanami, Toji, Yuuta, your JJK fave <3

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koushuwu · 2 years

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Did You Hear That?

minors, ageless and blank blogs do not interact.

pairing: Matsukawa Issei x reader (x Iwaizumi Hajime)

summary: Matsukawa is just the kind of person to accept a call during sex. and turns out, maybe both you and best friend Iwaizumi kinda likes it.

warnings/tags: AFAB!reader, established relationship, kind of voyeurism, kind of exhibitionism, v/ V/ soft dom tendencies, hair pulling, vaginal penetration, kind of phone sex (if you can even call it that).

word count: 1k

A/N: For some reason this appeared in my head at work, and I just had to write it. I literally just finished it and i’m straight on to posting. you’re welcome.

read part 2 here.

His phone buzzed on the bed beside you. With half a mind, you glance at the screen as it lights up in your face to see the caller-id reading “Iwaizumi”. It wasn’t new that he’d be calling Matsukawa at any time of day. But yet, your muscles tensed when you saw Matsukawa’s hand reaching for the phone.

“Issei–” Your voice came out strained and your own hands fisted in the sheets underneath you. Matsukawa simply laughed that low rumbling laugh as he picked the phone from the bed, the other hand still firmly holding your hips in place. “Please–”

“Hey,” Matsukawa cut you off, as he spoke into the phone. Angling his hips, a deep thrust into your cunt had you biting down hard to keep the moan in your throat from slipping past your lips. “What’s up?”

Matsukawa moved his hand to your ass, squeezing the fat of your cheeks. Rolling his hips in a steady rhythm, he slowly pumped his thick cock into you. In the dim light, you saw your knuckles turning white against the fabric, as you tried to steady yourself. Brace yourself against his pelvis, repeatedly rocking against you.

“I don’t think so, why?” Had you been at your senses full might, you probably would’ve wondered how he managed to sound so composed. His labored breathing suddenly steady as he spoke to one of your shared best friends. Maybe it did cross your mind. Gritting your teeth, you turned your head and looked at him. The bastard even had the nerve to smirk at you, when your eyes locked. As if testing how far he could go, Matsukawa snaked his hand around your thighs, fingers pressing against your swollen clit. Your mouth slacked and you didn’t manage to catch the gasp that tore through you. Matsukawa’s smirk grew even wider as he spoke into the phone, managing to sound only a tiny bit smug as he did so.

“Yeah, I think we could do tha–'' clenching down hard around his cock, you cut him off as he had to fight a groan that battled furiously to escape the prison of his throat. Leveling a glare at you, you smiled your most innocent smile. But maybe you shouldn’t have. Matsukawa swiftly grabbed a fistful of your hair and pushed you down against the bed, pounding into you at full force, and for a moment you couldn’t stop yourself from worrying that Iwaizumi would hear the wet slaps of Matsukawa’s balls against your pussy through the phone. But then you didn’t, when Matsukawa spoke again.

“No she’s right here, why don’t you ask her yourself?” He said and your eyes widened. “A’right, hang on. I’ll put you on speaker.” A moment later, Matsukawa’s phone landed on the bed next to your head, as his pace let up, only just enough for you to be able to speak. Matsukawa pulled your head to the side enough for you to face him as he pointedly nodded at the phone. You swallowed hard as your eyes threatened to roll back.

“H-hello?” you managed.

“Hey,” Iwaizumi’s voice came through the speakers. “I was just asking Mattsun, if you guys had any plans next saturday,” he explained.

“Mhm–”

“Makki and I were going to see Oikawa’s game. You wanna come?” Your mind was spinning and you found yourself nodding under Matsukawa’s hold. His free hand pinched at your asscheek and you almost yelped out at the sudden stinging sensations. Then you managed to look at him and saw that same pointed look on his face. You’d forgotten to actually reply.

“Yeah,” you managed to breathe out against the linen pressed to your cheek. “I’d– I’d like that.”

“Cool.” You hoped that that would be it, but then Matsukawa’s finger found your clit again. “Call me when you’re done fucking so we can plan it, okay?” Matsukawa rubbed circular motions.

“Nah man, let’s just get it settled,” Matsukawa suggested, shaking you to your core with the soft rumble of his voice and the following laugh. A soft moan tumbled over your lips before you had the chance to stop it, which had your face burning even hotter than before, as Matsukawa rewarded you with a particularly harsh flick of your clit.

“You guys might be into this shit, but i’m not, so let’s just–”

“You’re not?” Matsukawa cut Iwaizumi off, challenge evident in his words.

“No.”

“Really? Because I heard the way your words just cracked at the end there,” Matsukawa pressed, cock still spearing you open over and over and again. “I heard the way it trembled.”

“Piss off,” Iwaizumi mumbled, and you couldn’t help the mewl that passed through the mic of the phone at the tone of his voice. At the thought of him enjoying listening in.

“Oh,” Matsukawa’s smirk was so loud it could literally be heard in his voice. “Did you hear that? She liked that. Do you want to hear her cum?”

“Issei–” your own voice cracked. You felt a familiar heat starting to build up in your insides.

“Mattsun,” Iwaizumi warned, but he still didn’t deny further, that he might actually be into this. He on his end knew that he should’ve hung up long ago. He’d known the moment Matsukawa picked up and he should have said he’d call back later. But he hadn’t.

“That a no?” Matsukawa asked. “Pity, she seems to be really close, aren’t you baby?” He said, directing the last words at you. Nodding your head in reply had Matsukawa pulling your head back harshly. “Use your words. Tell ‘im.”

“Y-Yes,” you whined. “I’m close.”

“Good girl,” Matsukawa cooed, but didn’t get to say anymore before you braved yourself and spoke again.

“Please– Hajime–” the sound of Iwaizumi inhaling sharply came through the speakers. “Want you to hear me cum.” You never would have thought yourself into this, but now that you were in the situation, your head was spinning and the coil in the pit of your stomach wound harder than it ever had before.

“O-okay–” He was breathless through the phone when he agreed.

“Can I– Please–”

“It’s alright.” Matsukawa picked his pace up just a little, and the moans kept spilling over your lips. “Tell her she can cum,” he instructed at the phone.

“Can I?” you whined breathlessly.

“Yeah,” Iwaizumi swallowed audibly around the lump in his throat. “You can cum.”

And it snapped. It snapped in a blaze that had you seeing stars.

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noosayog · 7 months

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[IT'S ALWAYS BEEN YOU] - ft. knight! iwaizumi hajime

warnings/content: princess! reader x knight/personal guard! iwa, royal au, just fluff and confessions, oikawa being a menace (in a good way)

wc: 1.3k

part 6, final. directory here.

a/n: finally at the end! i do really love the plot but don't really love the execution on this chapter. but I really wanted to get it out and over with. thank you for those who have continuously read, liked, rb, and commented!

It’s really him.

Unlike his usual garb of steel plates and boots, he is wearing full formal wear that you rarely see, even on occasions. You drink him in, unable to help the way your eyes roam. You commit every detail to memory, his tailored slacks, his collared jacket fully buttoned up to the ironed collar, his turquoise cape draped over one shoulder, his decorated sash adorned with all his signets of achievements. His hair is slicked neatly back out of his face. His green eyes are piercing and you are suddenly struck by how long it has been since the two of you have looked at each other. Certainly not since your engagement was announced. It’s hard to look away when you haven’t even realized how much you missed it. Just looking at him. Him looking at you.

Iwaizumi walks the length of the carpet, eyes never leaving yours. He joins Prince Kuroo in front of you, mirroring the Prince's stance. The urge to reach out and touch him is almost unbearable, but you keep your hands clutched to your side, discarded veil clenched in a white-knuckle grip.

He surprises you again by gently taking your hand, unwinding your fingers from your veil and taking it from your grasp. Your eyes widen at the intimate gesture, so unlike the Hajime you know, and in front of your father no less. He gives your hand one last squeeze before letting go. It feels like a promise.

The guests take a moment to quiet down and once they do, your father begins speaking again.

“We are gathered here today for two reasons. One is the marriage of my daughter, Princess of Aoba Johsai, and two is the announcement of the successful negotiation of the trade agreements between our two kingdoms. Prince Toru, please.”

Your brother stands from his seat and joins your father and Queen Kuroo at the altar. He holds up a sheet of rolled up paper, with the signatures from the monarchs of both kingdoms clearly inked out at the bottom.

“Here’s the proof!” he says cheerfully. “So with that, we can circle back to that first thing my father mentioned, the marriage of my sister!”

Your father gives him a look.

“Okay, okay, I’ll elaborate, no need to look at me like that.”

Inappropriately, you realize how much you respect your brother for his nerves of steel and penchant for jokes, even in moments like this.

“Basically, with this,” he waves around the paper, “it’s not really that important that my sister marry you, Kuroo,” your brother addresses the foreign prince casually. “No offense.” he tacks on uselessly.

Prince Kuroo smirks. “None taken.”

“So!” your brother continues, “We’ve decided to make Prince Kuroo Tetsuro and Iwa-chan here fight to the death for my sister’s hand in marriage.”

“What!” you exclaim.

Your father clears his throat and jabs your brother in the ribs. “Enough jesting, Toru.”

“Joking,” he coughs out. “But really,” he begins again, this time looking at you with a smile. “With the diplomatic situation resolved the way it has, we have gotten both my father and Queen Kuroo to agree to allow you to choose your partner.”

He says this next part more softly. “And regardless of who you want to be with, you would still be the proud, dutiful daughter and princess of Seijoh.”

Your eyes well up with tears and something warm bubbles up in your chest. You now understand Hanamaki and Matsukawa’s secrecy that morning, the nature of Toru, Rose, and Marie’s questions.

“Is this what you have been so busy with these past couple of days?” you whisper to him.

He only grins wider and nods you in the direction of the two men, awaiting your response that determines their futures.

The choice is obvious.

You look to Prince Kuroo. His wide grin remains and he speaks first, understanding that you do not yet have the words for him. “You heard him, Princess. Nothing will change regardless of who you pick. We can be friends either which way.”

The squeeze he gives your hand is endlessly kind and equally as encouraging. You meet his eyes and squeeze back. It’s a thank you and farewell. He understands. Prince Kuroo easily turns around and walks no more than three steps to take the vacant chair.

And with no more obstacles in the way, you turn to your knight.

You meet Hajime’s gaze once more only to find it trained earnestly on you. Like it never left.

“May I say something first?” he asks softly.

You nod dumbly.

When he says your name, you wonder if it is the first time he has ever done it with no title, no honorifics. Maybe it feels like the first time because of the unfiltered, unadulterated adoration he fills each syllable with.

“I am sorry. Sorry, my Princess. After you sent me away, I knew that I could not continue as I have; deliberately hurting you. I hope you will believe me when I say that all I have ever wanted was for you to be happy and for a long time, I thought I could never be the one to give you that.

“But when you agreed to what the Prince proposed and sent me away, something inside of me really snapped. I realized that I could definitely do a better job of making you happy than… that.” He looks down to the floor.

“It pains me to admit that Oikawa did most of the thinking this time, but he and Prince Kuroo set the negotiations up as a way to satisfy both kingdoms regardless of who you decide to marry. It means you can be free of marriage completely, if you want.”

“But…,” When he begins speaking again, he brings his gaze back up to meet yours, renewed with fire. “If I am not too late, I am offering myself up to you for the rest of my life, if you will have me. If you decide that you do not wish to marry either of us, you have that option as well. But despite how many times and how deeply I hurt you, I am still hoping that you will choose me, whether that be today or someday.

“I love you.” He whispers with a solemnness that steals your breath.

“I have loved you long before you liked me. I am finished denying those feelings and I am sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry. I could apologize a million times over and know that I am still unworthy of your forgiveness, but despite all that, I am still selfishly hoping that you will allow me to stay by your side.”

He takes a deep breath and then cradles both of your hands in his. His grip is tight but so gentle.

“I am also sorry for springing this upon you so suddenly, but will you allow me to be by your side?”

Your voice trembles as you ask, “Can you do one thing for me?”

He tightens his grip around your fingers. “Anything for you.”

“If you really want this-”

“I do.”

“Then can you promise me that you will fight for me. Show me that you truly love me and will not choose what you think is right for me without asking me again?”

“I will,” he says simply, without hesitation. He does not look to Toru. He does not look to your Father. His gaze remains fixed on you.

“Then okay,” you whisper brokenly.

“Okay?”

“Yes, Hajime. My choice has always been you.”

Hajime then gets down on one knee and produces a ring from his pocket. It is the very same ring your father presented your mother and your grandfather presented your grandmother.

“Princess Oikawa Y/N, will you marry me?”

Too overwhelmed to speak, you nod. Hajime catches your approval by standing and supporting your sagging body against his, sealing it tightly with a kiss. There’s only enough space between the two of you for him to murmur sweetly.

You think you hear the applause exploding in the background and perhaps your brother’s obnoxious whistling, but none of that registers because Hajime is right there whispering that for him, it’s been you all along too.

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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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chaoticevilorange · 2 years

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Haikyuu x reader

Sitting on his lap

Shy boy is blushing, he knows you're his s/o but he can't believe you choose his lap instead the empty seat besides you, he doesn't know where to put his hands, blushes bright red when you take his hands and place them on your lap kissing his cheek softly and lovingly

Kyotani, Asahi, Yamaguchi, Hinata, Kageyama, Goshiki, Yamamoto, Koganegawa

His cheeks has a tint of red, but nothing too bad, he is smiling, this boy is happy you're into PDA, he places a hand in your hip and the other holds your smaller hand, when you turn around to kiss him this boy melts and pecks your lips several times before hiding his face on your neck

Hanamaki, Sugawara, Ennoshita, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Lev, Yaku, Aran, Aone

He is happy but won't show it, he is mindlessly scrolling on his phone trying to look calm and collected, but if you shift on his lap his breath will immediately stop for a second or two before holding your hips, he will growl in your ear warning to you to stay still, try to not squirm too much

Iwaizumi, Tsukishima, Semi, Suna, Osamu

This guy is so smug about it, he is pleased his s/o took sit on his lap, he will obviously wrap his arms around you, will give your neck playful kisses from the back of your neck to the side, will nibble your ears and peck your cheeks, obviously will enjoy your warmth against his chest

Oikawa, Matsukawa, Satori, Kuroo, Bokuto, Atsumu, Futakuchi

Calm and mature boy likes to hold you while you read/scroll on your phone, you both look like a cute couple, sometimes you show him something in your phone making him smile, he pecks your cheeks and rests his head on your shoulder and plays with your hands

Daichi, Ushijima, Kenma, Akaashi, Kita, Sakusa

Thanks for reading 🐨✨💖

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pinkykats-place · 10 months

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Haikyuu Male Character(s) x Male Reader Inserts Ⅱ

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Best Friends Brother

Summary: Bokuto never noticed just how cute his best friend’s little bro was…

A/B/O Story

Alpha!Bokuto x Omega!Male!Reader

Summary: reader is delivering bokuto some honey lemon slices, but it’s huge bomb shell when the volleyball team find out that bokuto has an omega

Akaashi's Nemesis

akaashi x powerbottom! male reader

Suna and his virgin bf

Suna Rintaro x virgin male reader

𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲

Suna Rintaro x Male Reader

cw: top male reader, bottom character, overstimulation

milk madness

farmer! asahi, kuroo and bokuto with male cow reader. the trio are portrayed in the mid 20s, reader is 20

DILF READER WHOS IN LOVE WITH TEACHER SUGAWARA

Bokuto & Kenma with a boyfriend

ATHLETE BOYFRIENDS

Sakusa Kiyoomi x top!male!Reader

Smut Fic

I'VE LOVED EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU THAT HURTS

matsukawa issei x m!reader (pronouns aren't mentioned but the intention is still there)

keep up

hybrid au! wolf ushijima w/ bunny top reader

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starjaeyun · 9 months

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PINK !

— hanamaki dyes his hair pink when he finds out that it's your favorite color

includes! hanamaki takahiro x fem! reader

warnings! profanity, the seijoh 4 are in their 1st year in this

note! i'm not too sure whether or not pink-brown is hanamaki's natural hair color but i came up with this little delusion and i invite all of u to join me in it 😘😻❤ and i definitely did not write this because i am obsessed w/ pink hehehehehe 🥰

friday

hanamaki hates the color pink. and the whole volleyball club was well aware of this, especially his fellow 1st years. he made sure to remind them how much he hates that color whenever they told him that he would look good in it.

"makki! are you still considering to dye your hair? there's a new salon that just opened up recently! we should check it out, i read great reviews about it online!" now that oikawa brought it up he remembers that he was yet to pick a color to dye his hair into

"yeah, i am. though i'm not sure about the color yet" he explains, "and no i will not dye it pink" he adds upon seeing the similar expression the other three had

"i don't blame you for not wanting to dye it pink" iwaizumi starts, "i heard pink is a hard color to look good in"

oikawa raised his brow, "and where did you hear that? knowing you, you're not the type to look such things up"

"y/n told me about it"

of course, they were also well aware of hanamaki's huge crush on iwaizumi's classmate, whom he met on their first day of volleyball practice when she gave iwaizumi his water bottle that he left in their classroom

"nice try, not gonna work this time" hanamaki flashed him a sarcastic smile and continued munching on his onigiri

"i'm not kidding though. that woman is obsessed with pink even i'm starting to think her blood is pink and glittery"

monday

hanamaki makes his way to the gym, still sleepy and not fully awake for morning practice. he hears a group of people, obviously the rest of seijoh, talking so loudly inside. he yawns, "why do they sound more energetic than usual?"

and it was like he was showered with ice cold water when he opened the doors. because what the fuck were you doing there? and happily chatting with the coaches?!

"YOU DYED YOUR HAIR WITHOUT ME?!" oikawa's loud and annoying— as described by iwaizumi, matsukawa and hanamaki— voice echos through the gym

matsukawa and iwaizumi bursts out laughing, "and don't you hate pink?" oikawa, who was now pouting, adds

at his words, you let out an offensive gasp, "hanamaki hates pink?!" now you were starting to walk towards him along with the other first years, "but why?! pink suits you! i told iwa-chan many times that pink would suit you!"

hanamaki doesn't know where all his nervousness went but he was thankful that it decided to leave, "ah...i don't really hate it, i think it's alright"

the trio looks at him with a raised brow, "you told us last friday that you hate—" hanamaki coughs to interrupt matsukawa's sentence and as if luck was on his side, coach mizoguchi called for you to come over the benches

"what's she doing here?" he asked as he watched your retreating figure, "she applied for as our manager" iwaizumi explains while still giving hanamaki a judging look

"could you guys quit looking at me like that?!"

hanamaki hates the color pink

"we've been convincing you to dye your hair pink for more than a month and one mention of y/n-chan loving pink was all it took for you to actually dye it pink?!" oikawa's complains fell on deaf ears as they walked to their teammates

hanamaki hates the color pink. but if he had to dump pink paint all over himself for you to notice him, he would gladly do so

#hanamaki takahiro x reader #hanamaki takahiro oneshot #hanamaki takahiro fluff #hanamaki takahiro crack #hanamaki x reader #hanamaki oneshot #hanamaki fluff #hanamaki crack #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x f!reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu crack #haikyuu au #aoba josai x reader

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cottonlemonade · 19 days

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Hiii!! I want to send a request but before that ofc i first want to say how i love your works, love how there's another writer for us chubby readers and espc in haikyuu☹️🫂🗣️🫶🏼 i hope you continue to grace us💘🩷

and off to my request if you will 🙇🏽‍♀️ thank you!!!!

for issei, a large *to* medium green apple with a slice of lemon😁

The Coziness Of Storagerooms

word count: 882 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: post-time skip!Issei Matsukawa x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff-ish smut

warnings: mdni, nsfw, swearing, also spoilers

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Was he jealous? Absolutely not. Would he shoot the Argentinian captain to the moon or feed him to a business of ferrets when he touched your arm like that to ensure a slow and miserable death? In a heartbeat.

The Seijoh 4 were attending a small benefit gala upon invitation of their former captain. Oikawa and the Argentinian national team were currently in Japan for a tournament and would spend their time greasing palms of potential investors and, theoretically, Issei had been looking forward to tonight - hanging out with his friends in a fancy suit, having good food and most importantly, getting to show you off to absolutely anyone with eyes. When he picked you up earlier he had spent a full five minutes taking pictures of you from every angle, all stunning in your evening gown, perfectly wrapping around your generous curves. If it wouldn‘t have been for Oikawa, he honestly would have just stayed in and ravished you in that dress. Unfortunately (although not surprisingly), you caught the eyes of one of Oikawa‘s teammates and the tall handsome man had been glued to your side ever since. And because his girlfriend was completely oblivious to his advances, you simply laughed along and took his flirting for simple curiosity. Issei really didn‘t want to be that guy that got all macho and marked his territory but… the alternative was watching his gorgeous girl being charmed at the buffet by some other guy and not even realizing it! He shouldn‘t stoop this low. He shouldn‘t turn into some kind of caveman and drag you away. You were strong and smart and could look after yours- did he just touch your ass?! Okay, fuck this, caveman it would have to be.

“Found you.“, a deep familiar voice said behind you. You sighed in relief. That guy was getting way too close for your liking. You turned to Issei, gratefully linking your arm with his.

“You wanna go get some fresh air, baby?“ With a small polite nod to the Argentinian captain you let your boyfriend lead you away.

“Thank you.“, you let out when you exited the large gala hall. You hadn‘t even noticed how stuffy it was in there. Wanting to veer right towards the big glass doors into the venue‘s courtyard you were surprised when Issei instead pulled you to the left and down a corridor.

“Where are you going?“, you laughed, trying to keep up with his long strides while in heels, but the arm around your hips kept you steady.

Issei opened a door here and there until, “Ah, now this looks cozy.“

It was a storage room for extra chairs and tables. Only a bit of moonlight trickled through a small rectangular window near the ceiling, barely illuminating the room enough to make out more than shapes.

“Gee, I wonder what you want to do here.”, you chuckled and let him lift you onto one of the tables.

Trapped between his strong arms on either side of you, you hummed happily when his lips found yours. For a while he only kissed you, getting needier not long after you started.

“Lay back.”, he panted, holding the back of your head so you wouldn’t hurt yourself.

Seeing you all pretty on the table like that fried the last few rational thoughts that were trying to get his attention.

Issei walked to the end of the table and slowly pushed up your dress, disappointed that the dim silvery light didn’t allow him to fully appreciate your panties. But he did grin when his large hand wandered up your thigh and he felt how wet you were for him.

“Mmh, look at you. How perfect you are, babygirl.”

You seemed to expect him to simply pull the fabric aside but he had other plans. After regaining some sense of reality he stopped squeezing your thighs and hooked his fingers into the band of your panties, pulling them off completely.

“Babe, what are you… ah… you can’t just…”, you moaned.

“Why? You don’t need them.”, Issei said calmly, tucking your underwear into his pocket. He pulled you closer to him, leaned down and began to devour you. There was no teasing, no build up, he just. needed. to taste you.

“Ah… oh my god… nghh, ah! Issei! Yes! Oh my god, don’t stop!” The high pitched pleas from your lips made him grip you tighter, his strong fingers digging into your flesh as his tongue pushed and played and flicked every inch of your pussy he could have at once. You reached down to grab his hair, pulling him even closer and he was pretty sure he could die of happiness right now.

With his relentless stimulation it didn’t take long until you came over his tongue. He greedily lapped up everything you gave him, giving your swollen clit a couple more harsh sucks, before standing up.

“Is it okay if I fuck you, baby?”, he asked, still entirely drunk on you.

Issei could just make out that you gave a little nod.

“Use your words.”, he groaned, lifting your ankle to his lips to give it a kiss.

“Yes, please… please fuck me. I need you inside of me.”, you managed to breathe out in a desperate whisper.

“Thank you, princess.”

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a/n: thank you for the request and your kind words! Y’all are being so cute 🥹✨ this one also got a bit away from me 😂 please enjoy!

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bacchira · 2 years

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Issei Massive Cock Matsukawa

minors and ageless blogs please dni

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.

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when you come back, i'll be waiting

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

pairing: ex boyfriend!matsukawa issei x reader

words: 2.7k

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

you can read more about ex bf!mattsun here!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Of course, it wasn’t the last time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This couldn’t be the last time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Definitely not the last time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you?” he presses.

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

“Who is it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not anymore.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

think i’m gonna keep this one 😚

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

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

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

“I deleted her number months ago,”

“As if you don’t have it memorized, you simp.” Matsukawa hates that he’s right. Without another word, he opens his messages app and types in your number.

to: y/n: hey it’s issei…just wanted to know if we could talk sometimes. i just need to get some closure for my sake. no worries if u don’t want to

He spends an obnoxious amount of time wondering if it’s too much but Hanamaki’s yelling at him to send it and he caves to peer pressure, chucking his phone on his bed the second it goes through. “She’s not gonna respond…” Matsukawa ignores it for the next couple of hours, continuing to chat with Makki as they play their game but eventually they both log off and he lays back in his bed.

Matsukawa reaches for his long-forgotten phone and almost drops it on his face when he sees your name.

from: y/n: i think that’s fair. let me know what works best for you?

You actually fucking answered, holy shit. Matsukawa did want some closure but he was expecting you to tell him to fuck off or not even respond. That means you haven’t blocked his number.

And then that voice in the back of his head that he thought he had gotten rid of creeps back. You have a new boyfriend now? What does that matter to him? Matsukawa doesn’t have any loyalty to that loser. He quickly taps a response, letting him know the two of you could chat at his place sometime this week. He knows you’ll say yes.

This definitely isn’t over.

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