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rintaroll · 9 months

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❝ INSIDE THE LINES. ❞

— during matsukawa's time babysitting your niece, more than a couple realizations occur to you.

⊱┊pairing. matsukawa issei x gn!reader ⊱┊tags. fluff, established relationship, reader has a 6 year old niece and works at the bakery, food mention, mattsun has a sleeve tattoo :], unedited ⊱┊wc. 1.3k ⊱┊note. cleaning out my drafts hehe this was back when i had my mattsun brain rot (OH btw while writing this he works as a tattoo artist in my mind but i didnt mention it anywhere)

"issei, i'm so sorry-"

"it's fine," matsukawa waves his hand dismissively. his eyes flicker to the clock on the wall. "when are you coming home?"

"soon. i just have to frost the cupcakes and wait for the customer to pick them up." you pan your phone to the chocolate cupcakes, fresh out of the oven and still steaming hot.

"those look really good, babe." matsukawa muses.

you hear a small voice squealing from behind the camera. "i wanna see!"

your boyfriend chuckles, eyes trained on your niece, himeko, whose ears have perked up at the word 'cupcakes'. the six-year-old scrambles onto the sofa, comfortably nestling herself into matsukawa's side. her eyes widen when she finally sees the cupcakes in all their chocolatey goodness. "yummy..." she says, eyes boring into matsukawa's phone screen, unblinking and shiny.

you pan your phone back to your face. "they're not for you!" you remind her.

"i know!" himeko sighs dramatically, strands of hair falling onto her face. mattsun effortlessly brushes it back. "i have to wait for tomorrow so we can make them together."

"yes, that's right." you nod in approval.

"why can't it be tomorrow already?" she pouts. mattsun doesn't realize, but your eyes are trained on him while he stares at your niece while adorning an amused smile.

"hm," you ponder. "maybe if you sleep early tonight, then tomorrow will come earlier?" a sly grin forms on your lips.

himeko narrows her eyes at you. "that's not gonna work on me!"

you shrug. "worth a try."

matsukawa snickers at your failed attempt to trick her. "smart girl," he praises her before raising one of his hands, which is met with a high five from himeko. your niece then proceeds to stick her tongue out at you.

you shake your head, but there's a smile on your lips despite you doing so. she might as well steal your boyfriend at this point, you think to yourself.

you can almost remember the good times—when himeko was four and hiding behind your legs, while matsukawa was crouching in front of you. she was terrified, little hands gripping onto your pants. she told you he looked like a gangster, with all the tattoos covering the entirety of his right arm. "what if he kidnaps me?" she wailed once he leaves, to which you comfort her by saying that he won't. from her skeptic expression and her glassy eyes, it was safe to say that she was far from convinced.

and yet now here you are. with your boyfriend and your niece in cahoots, conspiring together to overthrow you someday.

"anyways, i was calling because she wanted me to tell you she finished her coloring book, isn't that right, hime?"

halfway through his words, himeko lets out an 'oh!' and jumps up from the couch. she picks up her coloring book off the floor, where it was surrounded by an assortment of colored pencils and markers in disarray. flipping to the last page, she proudly shows off her latest piece of work. "look!"

you gasp, genuinely admiring the effort she's put into coloring in the drawing of a fish. considering how she's just turned six, she's done a wonderful job in coloring inside the lines. "that looks so nice! did you do that all by yourself?"

"yep!" she chirps, nodding excitedly before stopping to ponder for a moment. "hm... i guess, uncle mattsun did help me color the amenomies..."

"anemones," matsukawa stage whispers.

"right, amenemones."

you and matsukawa bite back your laughs. "it looks really good, himeko," you comment, still smiling.

himeko nods absentmindedly. it becomes obvious to both you and matsukawa that her attention is not on either of you anymore. she goes out of frame as she continues to flip through her coloring book and zeroes in on her work, leaving matsukawa the only one left in view of the camera.

your eyes flit to the top of your phone screen, clicking your tongue when you read the time. "alright, i better go and start frosting. the customer will be here soon. bye, himeko! bye, baby."

matsukawa's heart flutters helplessly. he will never get tired of you calling him that. "see you," your boyfriend beams. although still engrossed by her coloring book, you hear your niece mumble a soft 'bye' right before the call ends.

pocketing his phone, matsukawa turns his focus back on himeko only to find her tiny lips curled into a frown. "something wrong, sweets?"

she looks up, with her brows all scrunched up. matsukawa feels his heart melt at the sight. "i'm out of pages. what will i color now?"

"i'll buy you another one tomorrow, okay?" he pokes her nose.

with a giggle, she scrunches her nose in effect. "okay."

an idea spontaneously strikes matsukawa. it might be one of the best ideas he's had in a while—the realization that himeko brings out his creative side more often than not quickly becomes an afterthought.

"actually, hime..."

her ears perk up, big eyes staring up at him. those big, doe eyes he has not learned how to say no to.

"i know something else you can color."

matsukawa was sure he saw himeko visibly light up when he offers his tattooed arm. he doesn't need to tell her twice. she expeditiously collects her markers off the ground—she's big enough to know that pencil colors won't be able to color in your skin!—and spreads them out on the sofa next to where both of them sit.

snuggled into his side, matsukawa has his tattooed arm around her as himeko starts to color in the tattoos from the ones on his forearm. "i'll make sure your arm looks extra pretty!" she exclaims excitedly.

"can you make it look as pretty as you are?"

himeko tilts her head to the side as she thinks of an answer. "hm... maybe. i'll try." the earnestness in her answer makes matsukawa chuckle.

as himeko continues, her inquiries about his sleeve don't stop. did it hurt? (just a little bit.) what's the meaning behind this one? (there's no meaning to that one. this one, however...) are you gonna get a tattoo of y/n? (i already did.) can i get one too? (matsukawa laughs awkwardly when he hears the last question, immediately changing the topic by asking her what her favorite color is. he doesn't want to get into trouble.)

the conversations tone down when himeko makes it halfway through matsukawa's forearm. he knows himeko turns quiet once she's focused. it's only when matsukawa feels her marker slip that he realizes that she has nodded off. making as little movement as possible, he closes the cap on the red marker that she was holding and puts it aside.

half an hour later, you tip-toe into your living room with the intention to surprise your boyfriend and your niece at heart. as you get closer, suspicions start to arise when you realize that it's awfully quiet.

wait, are they-

oh.

they are.

your heart blooms at the precious sight of matsukawa and himeko fast asleep on the couch. matsukawa's head is lolled back on the back of the sofa, his arms around himeko as she is curled up into his side. they look so comfortable and peaceful, soft snores coming out of the both of them with hideko's head rising up and down along with matsukawa's chest with every breath that he takes.

you just finished snapping a quick picture when realization sets in.

and no, it's not about how matsukawa has successfully won her over for good—that realization has set in a long time ago.

but it's realizing that you want to spend the rest of your life coming home to this sight. him dozing off on the sofa, waiting for you to come home, and maybe a child, or two, of your own curled up next to him.

vocabulary !

himeko is written like so: 姫子 in kanji. 姫 (hime) means princess, while 子 (ko) means child. mattsun's nickname for her is hime, which essentially means he calls her 'princess'.

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sat0-get0 · 1 year

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・❥ 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 - 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

ꕥ 𝙘𝙬 : 𝙬𝙘: 1.9𝙠, 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙪𝙗 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙙𝙤𝙢 𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙞, 𝙙𝙤𝙜𝙜𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚, 𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙥 (𝙞'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙖𝙯𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚), 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭/𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙚 (𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 #𝙛𝙩𝙠), 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙝𝙞𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙢 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙨𝙚𝙞𝙟𝙤𝙝 4 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩, 𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 (𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 & 𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙖), 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚 (𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙧), 𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙥𝙨, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙠 (𝙞𝙠 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙞), 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜/𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙭𝙤𝙭𝙤 | 𝙢𝙙𝙣𝙞

✎ 𝘢𝘯 : 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘺𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘮𝘨𝘨. 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘤 & 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘨𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 ༄

"Issei, why aren't you dressed yet?" you look at your boyfriend through your vanity mirror, touching up your makeup. You're dressed in a skims dress and tasmanian uggs, glamed up yet comfortable enough for your flight to a resort in Barbados. The Seijoh 4 (Tooru, Haji', Maki, and your boyfriend ofc) decided it'd be nice to take a break from all their jobs (not you, mr. between jobs hanamaki) and to catch up with a vacation and you were more than welcome to tag along, the guys being your bestfriends as well.

Issei is sitting on your shared king sized bed, simply watching you get ready while he sits there in a pair of sweats. "I am ready." he tells you, reaching to put his airpods max around his neck. You dead pan at him for a moment before turning back to the mirror, picking up your lipgloss. "You don't look ready." you pout.

He yawns before getting up from his spot, his tall form making its way over to you. He has to crouch in order to reach your seated level as you make your finishing touches. "I already get glances 'cause of my height and might I add, beauty." he grins at you through the reflection and you scoff although knowing more than anyone how true it is. "Therefore, I can't also purposefully look good. It'll ruin our dynamic."

You begin putting your makeup back into your makeup bag before getting up while carrying it, turning to look at your man. "What dynamic, Issei?" you ask him. You watch with a raised brow as he leans down, strong hands running down your back 'til they land on the thickness of your ass. "'The pretty princess and her servant' dynamic." he chuckles before pressing his lips onto yours.

"Lipgloss, 'sei." you mumble against his lips yet he's still at it, moving his lips languidly against yours as his hands roam the expanse of your body. The beautiful brown skin is covered beneath your skims dress, the fabric going all the way down to your ankles; yet Issei can still imagine the beauty of your body due to the many times he's seen it beneath him, above him, beside him.

You place your manicured hands onto his chest, his prominent pecs protruding through the black cotton. You take this moment to pull away, looking up at him to meet his naturally hooded eyes. "Our flight." you try to say as sternly as possible but your sweet gaze doesn't help you in the slightest. "We got a couple minutes." he tells you, his lips that have your gloss on them darting towards your neck, kissing and nibbling at the skin.

He moves your braids to the side before continuing his attack on your neck and you try your best to hold back any sighs and sounds that could encourage his behavior. You reach back towards your vanity table, Issei's movements simply following yours as you go to pick up your phone. One hand scratching at his scalp on the back of his head while the other navigates your phone to see what time it is.

"We have half an hour." you say, voice straining a tad with stress until you deeply exhale at Issei sucking a love bite onto your neck. "And the airport is 15 minutes away." he mumbles against your skin before pulling away, looking into your eyes. You narrow your eyes at him, having an internal conflict that's debating whether to take care of the ache between both of your legs or catching your flight.

"Issei, what about traffic?" you pout at him, your hand traveling from his chest down to his abs. "If you're so worried about time, we better make this quick." He's looking you up n' down and apparently your legs have a mind of their own as they make their way towards the bed, your thighs and ass looking nothing short of delectable as you sit down on the mattress.

Issei is quick to join you, removing his headphones from around his neck before straddling your shorter form on the bed and leaning down to kiss your two-toned lips. The gloss is nowhere to be found at this point, replaced by Issei's saliva as he suckles on your lower lip. His hands reach down to lift up your dress, revealing your pretty panties to him that already have a damp spot from your arousal. He pulls those down, eyes focused on the way your slick sticks to the fabric and creating a string of arousal as he pulls it away from your awaiting pussy.

Once your panties are off, his fingers are on your pussy, rubbing at your clit and making your hole flutter around nothing. "'sei," you keen, eyes shutting at the quick pleasure his digits provide you with. "Gotta be fast." you huff out, choosing to accept the temporary sting his big dick will leave. "You sure, mama?" he asks you, not letting up on your clit as his brows furrow. You nod beneath him as your slick continues to seep out of you, deeming you ready enough to take him.

"Turn around." he commands you, although unneeded as he practically flips you around himself. The sight of your plump ass in the air has him licking his lips, eyes traveling down to where your pussy is. You pout feeling the way Issei still isn't inside you, the time of your flight bugging you inside your head like a mosquito buzzing in your ear.

"Issei, I swear to- ow!" you yelp out, feeling a burning sting on your right ass cheek due to him landing a slap on the area. "Calm down." he tells you nonchalantly before pulling down his sweats and boxers, long thick cock springing out. You pout at him although he can't see it, your head down, cheek pressed against the back of your hand instead of the bed due to you not wanting stains on the sheets.

"Our flight." you grit out behind clenched teeth. "I said calm down." Issei sighs out before he spits down into his hand, stroking his dick with it, his other hand grabbing at your left ass cheek and massaging the flesh. "If you don't put your dick in me right now, I will-" are the last words you can let out before Issei is plunging into you with full force, your ass pressed flushed against his hips ensuring that every single inch in inside you.

"Will what?" he asks you condescendly, pressing down against your lower back to further deepen your arch. "Gonna take this dick, that's all, right mama?" he gives you another question. He simply laughs knowing you're still absolutely stunned from his first thrust, not being able to let anything other than a whimper out of your mouth.

Your senses are completely fried immediately as he begins to fuck you, gripping your hips to bring you back against him with every thrust. His eyes dart back n' forth from the way your ass jiggles when it smacks back against him to your beautiful face; eyes squeezed shut and mouth open as you let out pleasured moans. The sting you knew his size would give you is definitely still there yet somehow it has you biting at your lower lip, scrunching up the sheets underneath your hands as you grip them to keep at least one ounce of your sanity.

"Look at you, taking it like I asked you to, pretty." he groans out, every drag of his dick against your walls causing him to short circuit for a split second. It gets even better when you slowly get greedy, moving your ass back against him in time with his thrusts to satiate that spot deep inside you that needs attention. "So good, 'sei, so so so good, mmfuck." you whine out, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he angles his hips to pound that spot you love so much.

Your brows furrow as you're slightly snapped out of your lustful trance, your phone vibrating beside you. Issei slows down his thrusts, reaching towards your phone which he's practically glaring at like its done something wrong. He reads the words 'Haji' on the screen before sighing and sliding the button across to answer the phone.

"What?" Issei asks, holding the phone in place with the help of his shoulder as he resumes the pace he had set before. You clamp a hand over your mouth, thighs quivering as you attempt to keep quiet.

"Where the hell are you guys?" Iwaizumi asks, frustration and panic evident in his tone, ever the perfectionist. He doesn't seem to process the soft smacking sounds in the background as he places his phone on speaker before putting it down in his lap, going through the passports and plane tickets of his friends.

"We're almost there, you know we live close." Issei lies, bringing a hand around your body and between your legs to rub at your clit.

"Mattsun, you better bring your ass over here this instant!" you recognize the voice of Oikawa going on a rant through Iwaizumi's phone. The only chill one in the group currently is Hanamaki who had woken up from a nap 3 minutes ago.

He gestures Oikawa to get closer to him before whispering in his ear. "You don't hear that?" Oikawa simply raises a brow at the man, his ears trying to pick up on any sounds until he hears it. Issei's hips relentlessly smacking against your ass and if he listens closer, he can hear your extremely muffled sounds as you make a poor attempt at concealing them.

"Look, we'll be there." is the last thing Issei says before he's hanging up and throwing your phone across the bed. You exhale as if you were holding your breath for an excessive amount of time before whining out to Issei. "Gonna cum, 'sei, pleasepleaseplease." you mewl before gripping the sheets even harder, your orgasm freezing your body. You're practically gasping for air as your pussy clenches around Issei beyond belief, wanting to milk him for every drop of cum he can give.

"So good, mama." he releases a moan of his own, continuing to fuck into you as he chases after his own orgasm. His grip on your hips is vicious as he fucks into you at a demon like pace, the sounds of your whimpers circulating around in his head. "Shit, baby, 'm coming." he huffs out before, throwing his head back, eyes screwed shut as he dumps his cum into your pussy. The warm thick fluid only makes you pulse around him more, almost overstimulating him if it weren't for him giving you one last thrust before pulling out.

As exhausted as you are right now, the thought of your flight has you scrambling to sit up, eyes wide in panic as you search for your phone. There's only 5 minutes left before your flight and you have no panties on, dripping with cum and your lipgloss is nowhere in sight.

Your eye twitches before you inhale, then exhale to the top of your lungs.

"Matsukawa Issei, rebook our flight right now!!"

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𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘉𝘰𝘯𝘶𝘴 ✧

"I guess they're not making it." Iwaizumi sighs, moving up in the line to get ready to board the flight.

"You don't think it's 'cause they were.." Hanamaki asks, glancing at Oikawa.

"Look, that got nothing to do with me." Oikawa adds, whistling and looking to the side.

Iwaizumi can only make a face, a face that makes his brow twitch at the thought before taking a deep breath. He'll simply ignore and forget. Ignorance is bliss afterall.

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✩

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu matsukawa #matsukawa x reader #issei matsukawa smut #issei matsukawa x reader #issei matsukawa x black reader #matsukawa smut #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x black reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu mattsun #hq mattsun #hq x reader #hq x black reader #hq smut #matsukawa x black reader #haikyuu black reader #black writers

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splitontendo · 9 months

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pairing: hanamaki takahiro x f!reader

synopsis: having no money and the worst job leads you to dark places, answering a strangers roommate ad. leading you to meet the roommate from hell, who happens to have the solution to your problems and isn’t too bad at giving head.

02| piss baby

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fun facts!

iwa’s & oikawa are ‘secretly’ hooking up. everybody knows.

issei worked really hard on that ad <3

please give makki a chance!! he’s just being a piss baby rn <,3 angry men fjajdjajsj

#🎀maybe baby #haikyuu #haikyuu smau #haikyuu texts #hq smau #hq #hq texts #haikyuu social media au #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu crack #haikyuu hanamaki #hanamaki takahiro #haikyuu mattsun #mattsukawa issei #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa toru #haikyuu iwaizumi #hajime iwaizumi

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cnnmairoll · 11 months

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Butterfly Bonds

Pairing : Matsukawa Issei x Reader Note : Another rewrite from one of my old fics, but I add more to it! You can find the old version here. I don't exactly do any major changes but more of the way I write it!

"What's in your hands, sweetheart?" Matsukawa asked as you set down the packages you received from the mailman today. "Oh, just a bunch of stuff I bought online. Care to help me out?" you grinned. Being addicted to online shopping, you couldn't resist buying not only for yourself but also for Issei.

Issei sighed at your little addiction but still walked over to grab a pen knife from the drawer. You settled all your packages on the floor and started organizing which ones to open first.

"You're going for the big ones first?" he asked. "Mhm! Just be careful with this one; it's really fragile." Today's mail contained six packages, and one of them was a gift for Issei.

The first package was a glass water jug dispenser. You wanted to spruce up your apartment by changing some furniture and making it look prettier and cleaner. After Matsukawa managed to open all the cardboards and bubble wrap, he carefully pulled out the dispenser along with a plastic bag containing its accessories.

"There should be a stand for the dispenser… Ah! It's stuck in the box," you said, flipping the box to the other side to try opening it, but it wouldn't budge. As you attempted to open one end, Matsukawa suddenly noticed, "Wait, Y/N—" but it was too late. You cut your finger on the cardboard.

It was a somewhat deep cut, and it started bleeding. "Ah, shit! Hold on, let me get you some bandages," Matsukawa said, rushing to a drawer and returning with a first aid kit. "Here, show me your finger," he said, gently taking your hand and examining the cut.

"Seii, it stings," you whined as Matsukawa carefully wrapped the bandage around your finger. Once it was done, he set aside the first aid kit and the troublesome box. "We'll come back to that later. I'll open the other packages for you."

So you sat there, watching Matsukawa open the packages one by one. There was a mug, a figurine, jewelry, and some books. There was one tiny package left, and you decided to open it yourself.

Meanwhile, Matsukawa cleaned up the mess you both made and disposed of all the packaging supplies. You pulled out two matching silver rings, one with a butterfly on top and the other a ring band with a hole shaped like a butterfly.

"That looks pretty, baby," Issei commented as he returned from cleaning up. "This one's for you, so we can match!" you grinned, holding out one of the rings. Issei smiled back at you and put the ring on his finger. "Thank you, sweetheart," he said, kissing your temple.

As you both sat there, admiring the matching rings on your fingers, a mischievous glint appeared in Matsukawa's eyes. He leaned closer to you, whispering, "You know, there's one more surprise I have for you." Curiosity piqued, you tilted your head, urging him to continue.

Matsukawa reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. With a playful smile, he opened it, revealing a delicate necklace adorned with a silver butterfly pendant. Your eyes widened in delight, and Issei's grin mirrored yours.

"For the butterfly who brings light and joy to my life," Matsukawa said softly, placing the necklace around your neck. You could feel the weight of the pendant against your chest, and it served as a constant reminder of Matsukawa's love and thoughtfulness.

Touched by his gesture, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with love. The two of you shared a moment, basking in the warmth of your connection and the joy that radiated between you.

As the evening continued, you all settled down on the couch, snuggled up together. Matsukawa had brought out a fluffy blanket, and wrapped it around the two of you, creating a cozy nest. With contented smiles on your faces, you began to discuss future plans and dream about the adventures that lay ahead.

The room was filled with laughter, whispers, and the soothing sound of each other's heartbeat. In that moment, you knew that no matter what challenges life threw your way, as long as you had each other, you could conquer anything.

And so, in the warmth of that embrace, you drifted off into a peaceful sleep, knowing that tomorrow would bring new joys, new surprises, and a love that would continue to blossom like butterflies taking flight in the summer breeze.

#˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ mai writes #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa #matsukawa issei #mattsun x reader #matsukawa issei x reader #issei matsukawa #issei matsukawa x reader #haikyuu mattsun #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines

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poursomesunaonme · 9 months

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for the promised event, can i ask for matsukawa issei with the song itch? i’m thinking mostly sfw, but i don’t mind if it gets a little suggestive if your inspiration leads you down that road. i’m all for pet names. i love all of them. go ham. you decide on the trope. whatever the song and issei inspire in you <3

also! this event is so cute and i’m very excited to see what you write for it (both my request ofc but also any other incoming requests) AND ALSO! congratulations on the milestone! well deserved. you’re lovely <3

HI MICAAAA ! thank u for ur submission !!! <3

cw: gn reader, idiots to lovers, cameos from oikawa n iwa, smoochin !

"although i'm oversaturated / know i'm earnest too / and i know i'm eager / but i can't fucking wait / for the day that i finally get to kiss you"

“just terrible, mattsun,” oikawa groans as they both lean back against the couch, finishing a match of their video game.

“you fucked us that round,” issei snaps, tossing the controller onto the coffee table.

“you both just suck.” iwa’s already getting up to get another round of refreshments.

“that may be true,” tooru’s eyes glisten. “but actually i’m thinking of something else. something that begins with…” he sings the first letter of your name. mattsun had been talking about how you fell asleep in his bed the night before (yet again) and he still hasn’t admitted how he feels about you.

“what is it?” issei’s ears burn and he cocks an eyebrow, trying to keep up the cool façade.

“nothing, nothing.” tooru waves a hand teasingly, letting his unspoken thought crackle in the air.

iwa comes back with more drinks and passes them out. “shittykawa’s too much of an asshole to just flat out say it, but just fucking kiss ‘em already. you’ve already slept in the same bed - and god how do you do that without nothing occuring - so what difference does it make?”

issei’s mouth opens, then closes as he tries for an answer.

“i’ve never seen you this flustered,” tooru giggles, sipping his drink pointedly.

iwa’s mouth sets in a hard line. “you just gotta go for it, man. at this point, it wouldn’t be a mistake if you’re that close.” he sighs, his hands on his hips. “but it’ll just get weirder the more you drag it out. if they’re not gonna make the move, you just gotta do it. the rest will work itself out.”

tooru’s screen lights up and he types something, then puts it down.

“problem solved. they’re on their way.”

“what-” issei stands up, nearly knocking over the whole table. his heart begins to pound - he can hear it in his ears. “you can’t - you can’t just-”

“well, i did!” tooru grins, tugging on iwa’s sleeve. “they’ll be here in a few. we’ll give you some privacy.”

they dash out in haste with iwa slapping the back of tooru’s head, leaving mattsun to his own devices while he paces around their shared apartment. after a few seconds of freaking out, he takes a deep breath. he brushes his teeth. he dabs on a bit of cologne. he slaps his cheeks a few times. your knock sounds out through the apartment.

“hi,” you breathe when he opens the door. you peer inside, slightly confused at the strange silence within the apartment. oikawa had texted you to come hang out, and usually he’s calling out to you when you get there. and then you see mattsun’s demeanor. he looks nervous. his cheeks are flushed. his lips are slightly parted. there’s a bit of a sheen of skin on his forehead.

“are you-”

he immediately cuts you off, pressing his mouth against yours. it’s swift but sweet and he pulls back quickly. you immediately feel heat rushing into your cheeks as you stare at him, unable to say anything else. it was an embarrassingly long amount of time you’d spent together, an embarrassingly long amount of time you knew you’d liked him but weren’t sure how to communicate it, an emarrassingly long amount of time you’d spent wanting to kiss him, even if it was just a peck goodnight before you passed out in his bed like clockwork.

“i-”

he effectively cuts you off again, tongue gliding over your bottom lip just to taste the strawberry lip gloss you applied just in case it would finally happen (it had been months and you’d gone through multiple sticks of it). his breath is heavy through his nose as he breathes, then pulls back.

“listen—sorry it took so long, but... just shut up and kiss me."

submissions for the promised event are now closed but you can still click here to go to the nav page

#haikyuu mattsun #mattsun x reader #mattsun x you #matsukawa issei #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa fluff #🍀beanie's events #promised event #🪐beanie writes!

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whatisreggieshortfor · 9 months

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can i request something?

Gn! or M! reader with makki AND Matsukawa (pls poly ♡)

The reader is neurodivergent and is overestimulated and very stressed. For example they do not want to be touched or hear any sounds because they are close to breaking down, yk? And Makki und matsu try to calm them and give them some noise-cancelling-headphones and stuff. The reader is hypersensitive and every day is hard since sounds are everywhere and every sound is stressing them out (even rain and stuff)

I am very hypersensitive and I get very frustrated and stressed over little sounds like pouring in some water in a glass..

Thank you in advance!! <3 But you can take your time, i dont want to rush you!!

P.S continue your work!! I really appreciate you and your stories!! You are doing an amazing job.

Hi! I tried my best. I’m not sure how you personally react to your hypersensitivity so I went with my ticks when I get that way.

Too Loud

Makki x m!reader x Mattsun

Hanamaki knew he was a loud personality.

Iwaizumi often described him as an acquired taste, and since his best friend was Oikawa that felt like it said a lot.

Which is why he was surprised when you accepted his confession.

And even more surprised when you accepted a make-or-break clause to that confession.

Because while Makki had feelings for you- amazing, sweet, quiet you- he also couldn’t fight that he had feelings for his own best friend, who you described as a subdued version of him and he couldn’t really argue with that. You had even admitted to the same feelings, so Makki spoke with Mattsun and the three of you made it work.

And now, forbid Oikawa from ever actually figuring it out and being a menace about it, Makki was happy with you and Mattsun.

But because he had a loud personality, he didn’t always notice when someone couldn’t handle it.

You had never really opened up to either of them about when you couldn’t handle a situation, in high school there had been studying to excuse yourself for, and then work became a good reason. It was like you were trying to hold off on them finding out you just weren’t normal.

But work had been crushing you, big project after big project, someone always unsatisfied with what you’d done- and you were practically at your breaking point from it all.

Mattsun noticed first.

He had come home before Makki, and unlike most days you didn’t greet him. Instead he found you, rubbing your hands around each other, shifting in your seat on the couch and every time he made a noise… you were flinching.

Mattsun’s brow furrowed. It didn’t look like it was fear.

“Y/N?” His voice wasn’t loud, not by a long shot, but the way you ducked away from the sound like it had been so startling had him concerned.

He wasn’t sure how to feel when you looked up at him, your eyes bloodshot and filled with unshed tears, and your voice wasn’t the warm deep sound he had known so long, “It’s- Everything is so much.”

His mouth opened and closed a few times, unsure what that could mean.

He had always noticed your thought process shifted more than most others, and he learned that you were neurodivergent along the way, but you had never broached the topic, so he never mentioned it. But this was something different, the way you ducked away from the window when a car honk sounded from the street, the way you shied away from the light still spilling from the hallway outside the open front door.

So he didn’t say a word, slipping his shoes off and shutting the window as soundlessly as possible before he did the same with the door. He sat a few feet away from you on the couch, giving you the option to get closer if you wanted it, but you stayed firmly in your corner. Switching his phone to silent was the obvious next move, followed by a text to the only missing partner, all the while Mattsun kept an eye on you.

Makki was surprised to get the text that something was wrong, even more when his boyfriend sent him a list of things to get at the store- but he didn’t argue. He bought exactly what he was told to, following the explicit instructions not to deviate, and then toed off his shoes in the hall outside the front door as he was instructed.

And as soon as he walked through that door, he was getting tugged into the kitchen you were the only one to ever use because he could burn water and Mattsun only knew how to make cereal. “What-“

“Shh!” Mattsun clapped a hand over Makki’s mouth, speaking so quietly he could barely hear him, “Y/N isn’t feeling great today. Did you get everything?”

He nodded, the hand still pressed over his mouth for another second before it pulled away. Mattsun cringed as the bag crinkled, peeking around the corner to see you rubbing your arms more aggressively as you shrank away from the sound. He held a finger to his lips, quickly grabbing up the bags and scurrying to the outside hall.

Makki followed curiously, still lost on what was actually happening, to find the boyfriend you shared in the hallway carefully tearing opening packages and bundling the trash in the corner outside the door. “Okay, what is happening?”

Mattsun pursed his lips, pausing to look at him and shrug, “Honestly? I’m not sure. But I know sound isn’t helping right now.”

“Hypersensitivity to it?” Makki offered, one of the temp jobs he had landed him with a coworker that suffered from a sensitivity to light when things were stressful, and he had managed to convince the supervisor to have a dimmer switch installed. Mattsun raised his brows questioning, and Makki launched into his best recollection of an explanation.

Meanwhile you were doing your best to ignore the outside world. The heat was too hot, but the cold was too cold. Every sound was too loud but the quiet was too somehow too loud, too. Every light was too bright but the dark was too dark.

And suddenly the sounds were muffled. They weren’t gone, just quieter. More bearable. There was a weight over your ears, but it was comforting and soft. A cool weight fell on your shoulders next. A blanket that wasn’t heavy, wasn’t light, wasn’t too warm.

Glancing up, you saw the nervous expressions of the two boys you had loved for so long. And with teary eyes, you did all you could with a voice as quieter than it had ever been.

You whispered, “Thank you.”

Makki had always had a loud personality. It was who he always was, and his best friend and one of the loves of his life had always been a slightly subdued version of him. Neither of them were ever quiet unless they were up to something mischievous.

But for you? For you they’d be whatever you needed them to be.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x male reader #hanamaki x reader #matsukawa x reader #haikyuu makki #haikyuu mattsun

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forusomimiya · 10 months

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this is for the pairing & prompt !!

maybe…

matsuhana/reader — 4, 24

or if you don’t do poly:

kenma/reader 2, 9

I finally chose to write the poly cause besides the fact that I like it better (don't look at me like that 🙄), I couldn't think of anything with kenma 😭 ANYGAYS, I HOPE U ENJOY IT ༘⋆🌷🫧💭₊˚ෆ

Goosebumps on your skin as you paid attention to what was happening. The two men would have fucked you for hours, and you would not regret the unexpected encounter at the bar down the street. A long-distance friendship is what makes a meeting more emotional than usual when you hadn't seen each other for months. They were both on holidays, and although they led you to believe that they came here to get away from the stress of their respective jobs, they both actually decided to choose the city as a tourist destination to have a meeting with you.

And yes they had, what a night they had.

The night was divided into a joint dinner while you talked about your respective lives, and the other half was taken up with drinking, dancing and a drag you to their hotel.

"Open your mouth for me" you obeyed impatiently. Hanamaki pumped his cock three times before resting the tip on your lower lip and cumming inside. The warm thicket ran as soon as you swallowed it down your throat, leaving a trace of the bitter taste in its wake.

"Look how messy you are… want more?" your choked moan acted in response and initiated Mattsun's steps to the edge of the bed, where you were on your knees, utterly exhausted, your skin make-up with bites or finger marks on your ass from their hard spankings. You were breathing wide and hard with desire, and your chest was rising faster and faster, longing for Mattsun to take care of you now. Your mouth was still open after shallowing it all.

"Well... it's not your mouth I want right now, sweetie" you could smell his perfume as his hand stroked your chin.

You watched Hanamaki sideways pumping his cock again to get another erection, which he soon got. A cocky grin stretched across his face as he watched Mattsun stroke your arm, slowly descending to your wrist, where he took your hand and kissed it before stroking your thigh again now, up and down, and finally moving into the hollow where your pussy was hidden, swollen, wet and pressed into the mattress in search of constant friction. His gaze turned dark as he let you know what he wanted to take right now.

God, you had missed them so much.

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lovelyunholyc · 2 years

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sfw, slightly suggestive. fem pronouns, use of pet names (baby, princess, beautiful)

you're glad to see him in bed by the time you get home.

matsukawa has been working more often than not lately, and in his line of work, you know how deeply beneficial breaks can be. it isn't that late, but he keeps strange hours, and you want nothing more than for him to enjoy every bit of rest he can get.

it hurt more than you'd ever admit to leave him today, when he had a rare day off and you unfortunately did not.

he made it up to you immediately that morning, sending you off with a goofy, lovestruck smile plastered on your face for all the world to see and slightly shaky, unsteady legs.

you move through your room as quietly as you can now, undressing and searching for pajamas, smiling to yourself when you discover he'd set a pair out for you at the foot of the bed - his own old t-shirt and pair of boxers.

you make your way over to his side of the bed to admire his sleeping form for a long, appreciative moment. he's laying shirtless on his front, hugging the pillow under his head, his back rising and falling steadily, peeking out beneath the downy comforter. the position emphasizes the broadness of his shoulders, the pretty tan of his skin and the muscle that ripples just below the surface.

he's always been pretty, you think - beautiful, really. as he's gotten older it's only become more true, and he more refined, though for the most part, his personality and the qualities you love most about him have remained the same. playful, stubborn, tough on the outside, inexplicably soft just for you on the inside. he doesn’t look like it, but he wears his tenderness for you on his sleeve, shows off ruefully (mostly to his unwilling friends) how much he worships you, how quickly and easily he bends to your will and does everything in his power to make you happy.

the dark curls of his hair suit him so well, accentuate the rugged sharpness of his features, especially that stupid, confident smirk you hate to admit that you fell in love with. it's dangerous, that smile, paired with those half-lidded eyes and stylishly messy bedhead. in his sleep, he looks much more innocent than you know him to be, that smirk tucked away and replaced instead by a look of serenity.

you reach out and smooth your palm over the broad plane of his back, can't help but bend down to kiss the top of his head, lingering a bit longer to breathe in the clean scent of his shampoo, to feel the fluffy softness of his curls on your face, freshly washed.

though you knew that already, as he'd so kindly sent you a more than suggestive photo in the mirror before he'd left the bathroom.

before you can straighten back up, a strong arm sweeps out and nearly knocks you off your feet in your surprise.

"don't just stand there," matsukawa mumbles heavily, unfairly long lashes fluttering when he blinks his eyes open. "cuddle me."

you laugh. you give in just as easily for him.

matsukawa scoops you into his arms and simultaneously flips onto his back, holding you flush to his chest under the covers, feeling you sigh happily. you melt into the warmth of his bare chest, hands instantly coming up to feel as much of his skin as possible. he beams lazily when you pepper his face with kisses, sighs contentedly when you brush your fingers through his hair, settling in your rightful (and favorite) place on top of him.

"hey, beautiful," he greets smoothly, a slight gruffness to his voice that sends shivers down your spine. when he talks you can feel it vibrate from his chest where you're laying, and it makes you feel even warmer, makes you want to hold him closer. "how was work?"

you frown. "disgusting, don't talk about it." he chuckles quietly, pushes his cheek into your palm when you start caressing his face. "tell me about your day, pretty boy."

matsukawa hums, hands gliding absently across your back underneath your shirt, relishing your warmth beneath his fingers, just as eager to touch you again. "mm, you think i'm pretty?" he flutters his eyelashes exaggeratedly, making you giggle.

"mhm, the prettiest boy i've ever seen in my life." you kiss the tip of his nose, meaning every word. "what'd you do today, huh? i need entertainment, work was so boring."

"played some games with makki, nothin' special. spent the whole day missing you, of course." he takes one of your hands from his face to press a kiss to your wrist, lopsided grin tipping at his lips.

you roll your eyes, but a smile starts to light up your face, threatens to take over. "i know, issei, you were blowing up my phone all day."

matsukawa raise a thick, beautiful brow. "oh? i didn't see you complaining, especially with that last picture."

you bite your lip to keep from smiling, because you both know he's got you there. you had to take a moment just to stare at your phone screen when he sent that, mind instantly going blank, before you finally sent only a series of emojis because of how speechless he'd left you.

he immediately thumbs at your lip to make you release it from between your teeth, and then lets the digit linger there, tracing at the seam of it.

"if it's too much for you, baby, i'll stop." he fake-pouts just for emphasis, to which you pass your hand across his stupidly pretty face to disturb.

you groan, bite at his thumb in retaliation, pinch his cheeks together. "you're such a tease. a horrible, terrible, irritating tease."

"you forgot 'incredibly sexy' in there, baby." he winks, grasps at your wrists, leans in to kiss away your frown. "you love me," he laughs, because he knows that for certain, no matter what you say or do.

you can only pout at him for a moment longer, your glare dissipating quickly the longer you look at him. you let him kiss you gently until all the tension and exhaustion from your day slips away, one large hand at the nape of your neck, the other at the small of your back, steady and comforting. grounding you back into your own little world, just the two of you.

when you pull away, you're breathing a little heavier, eyes half-lidded, lips shiny and bitten pink.

"yeah, i love you," you agree, marveling at the pure adoration shining in his eyes and knowing your own are mirroring the stars in them. "i guess."

"you guess?" both brows raised this time, crooked smirk on full display. "then i guess i'll just eat all the food i made for you today."

"issei!"

he laughs, leans in to kiss each of your cheeks before pinching at them. "i love you, too, princess." he pinches your nose next when you wrinkle it in faux disgust, as if that pet name doesn't make your heart flutter and melt a little bit each time. "now get off of me so we can go eat."

"you waited for me?"

he's the one to roll his eyes this time. "duhhh. what kind of househusband would i be if i didn't?"

you kiss him again, feeling suddenly giddy yet soft and warm inside, thoroughly content. "carry me to the kitchen and i'll propose expeditiously."

matsukawa only pulls away enough to let you speak, rests his forehead on yours and loves the way your lips tickle against his when you talk. "yes, ma'am," he says with a smug grin, and hopes you're only half-joking. he does sincerely think his cooking is good enough to warrant a ring on the finger he's left empty just for you.

he sits up carefully, then bolts out of bed easily with you in his arms, doing just as you've asked even as you squirm in his hold, too wracked with laughter to stay still. it rings out through your shared apartment, and he can't help but think about how that pretty sound alone makes him want to beat you to the punch.

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rivashi · 2 years

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oversized jacket

synopsis: reacting to their crush wearing another guy’s jacket w/ a TWIST

characters: matsukawa issei, hanamaki tahahiro (ft. kyoutani kentarou & gn!reader)

genre(s): fluff, slight angst, a pinch of crack, jealously, friends to lovers, accidental confessions(?), mutual pinning, college!au | headcanons

cw: swearing, slight manga spoilers if you squint, mentions of bullying, implied toxic masculinity, so-called “nice guy”, mentions of stalker-ish behavior, extremely long, & vvv self indulgent cuz i was emo when i wrote this <3

note: this was inspired from this <3 also, this hcs was supposed to include oikawa and iwaizumi but i had to cut them out. i hope you like it e n way <3

note 2: this is reposted from my old (soon-to-be deactivated) blog: @/levinneheart

Matsukawa Issei

He went to his last class early and was surprised to see you were already there, sitting in your usual chair

This was a first, usually he would be the first to arrived in the classroom and you would arrived after him with snacks in your arms

“I need snacks to survive this long day, you’re welcome to have some.” You’d say to him and you were absolutely right

You and your snacks made him get through the day without a pounding head and a growling stomach as he went home

You were working diligently on something while occasionally popping a cheese-flavored popcorn onto your mouth

He assumed you were working on your assignments in advance for subjects he didn’t have as it was your routine

He clears his throat, catching your attention and making you looked at his direction as he greeted you with a small smile

You were practically beaming, eyes lighting up at the sight of him as you greeted him back cheerfully, seemingly in a good mood

He took his usual seat beside you and you immediately laid your head on his shoulder, sighing in content

He didn’t mind your gesture if it weren’t for the pounding on his heart but he was surprised you hadn’t noticed it yet

To him, you were so out of his league – so kind, so generous, so everything of his ideal type and pretty to look in the eyes too

The way that you two wordlessly and unconsciously leaned in for each other’s touch – absolutely no highs

Just the comfortable silence of enjoying one another’s presences that he longs in relationships

This feeling scared him – terrified him, even. Since he never felt anything like this for anyone before

Little did he know, it was your way of conveying to him with your love language and that the feeling is mutual

It wasn’t long before class started and not long till it ends. The clouds were starting to get grey and dark. Seems like that it’s starting to raining too. You usually like this kind of weather if it wasn’t such a hassle to get home. It’s getting cold too, you thought as you rubbed your hands together and snuggled subconsciously against Mattsun for warmth.

Matsukawa, on the other hand, held the urge to slip his arm onto your waist and pull you closer to him, the urge to press you firmly to his broad chest and bury his face onto your shoulder. His fingers twitched at the thought but he shook the feelings away before poking you once as he excused himself to you before softly nudging you off him to retreat to the restroom.

When he arrived, he deeply sighed with a fist clutching his chest to desperately trying to calm his accelerating heartbeats. He told— more like convinced himself that he will confess after class but you being so close to him was making it harder to remember his memorized lines. He could still remember how you smelt like, the scent of your shampoo mixed in with your favorite perfume.

It was driving him mad at how good you smell. He splashed his face with water from the sink before staring at himself, trying to focus before chuckling to himself. He looks ridiculous right now, his face slightly damped and eyes glaring at nothing but his reflection. He’ll be fine, even if you reject him – he could just play it cool and say it was a joke.

Yeah, right. He thought. That’s just mean.

When he comes back, his seat was occupied by a fellow male student, laughing with you. This would had been fine as you were quite approachable yet he couldn’t help himself but to eye on the unfamiliar jacket you were currently wearing. You didn’t wore the clothing earlier and it looked too big for you to own it.

His mind was racing with the thought of you wearing another guy’s jacket other than his and his feelings were all over the place; mixture of anger, disappointment, and heartbroken. You never told him you were taken and you never really specify that you didn’t like him so he knew he had a chance.

He firmly grabbed your shoulders and glared daggers at the man before he stood up from his chair, cowering away while you turned around to face him with a frown. “What was that for? He was getting to the best part of his joke.”

“I don’t like him and his jacket on you so take it off.”

“What? No, this isn’t his—”

“I’ll exchanged it for mine.” he cuts off.

“No thanks, Sei. What’s this all about anyway—”

“Please, yn. Don’t make me—”

“No is no, Sei. Besides—”

“I like you. Can you now please wear my jacket?”

You stayed silent for a second, stunned at his sudden confession and jealousy over a piece of clothing. “I like you too but this is actually my jacket.”

“…”

“You’ve got to be kidding me, right?”

“Nope, I tried telling you.” You grinned at him, poking his sides as his eyes widened in realization.

“Oh…” He trails off. “Wait! Did you just say you like me?” This made you chuckle, it made you want to play with him just a little.

“Did I?” You say, teasingly.

He groaned in response. “Although, I must say: you look adorable, being all jealous over my oversized jacket.” He palms his face and that makes you chuckle even more as you grin at him. “My jealous boyfriend.”

Oh god— he doesn’t care anymore and he wouldn’t have it any other way as long as you keep tell him you’re his.

Hanamaki Takahiro

You and Hanamaki met in elementary school and immediately became friends all the way till highschool

Back then, he was smaller than you and got bullied because of his pinkish-brown locks, causing him to be subconscious of it

But you told him otherwise so you protected him and fought against many of his bullies in elementary

During in middle school and highschool though, he grew more taller and confident on his hair because of you

You didn’t had to protect him anymore so you settled on cheering and supporting him from the bleachers during his games

His team would welcome you warmly so it wasn’t a surprise to them that you grew on them, along with Kyoutani

He even developed a soft spot for you, causing you to call him: Kyou without any honorifics since you two had grown close

At first Hanamaki was ok with it, you’d love making new friends to bond with, but at the same time he was envious

Back then he was your only friend and now, your attention was everywhere but him and you two were seeing each other less

You tend to stick with Kyoutani these past few days, ever since the two of you became classmates and seatmates

And he was gonna graduate soon, leaving you behind to focus on your studies and club activities to be able to graduate

That thought saddened him, he doesn’t want to be apart from you and yet he also doesn’t want to chain you down

Hanamaki has now graduated and is working nearby Aoba Johsai, sometimes you’d go in there to buy snacks on your way home or to shelter yourself from the hot breeze of summer air and into the cool temperature of the grocery store.

Either way, he was just happy to see you in one of his jobs and sometimes catching up with you about your life and vise versa. You, however, went there to escape your persistent admirer who just can’t seem to understand why you would say no to him.

It was turning into your safe haven where you can relax and breathe without worrying about him watching your every movement. And today wasn’t one of those moments, you’ve had a sinking feeling on your gut so you stayed close to Kyoutani and asking him to walk with you home.

“Just to be safe, Kyou.” You say as you clinged tightly onto his arm. He grumbled in annoyance but didn’t protest against it, instead he let you gingerly drag him to the usual grocery store where Hanamaki worked. Not knowing that your unwanted admirer was following the two of you.

The sounds of bells ringing alerted Hanamaki of of new customers. “Welcome to— oh, hey Kyoutani and y/n.” He says with a smile, grateful to see familiar faces inside the empty store as usually around this time of night was less busy than in the morning and afternoon.

“I’m going to the restroom, yell when you need me.” Kyoutani informed to you, squeezing your arm before gently prying away from your grasp. You nodded with a smile and leaving you alone with Hanamaki. You stood there still, occasionally fidgeting as you looked around anxiously.

“What’s wrong?” He couldn’t help but asked.

“I—” You were cut off but the entrance’s bells ringing and you instantly stiffened at the presence of the newcomer.

“There you are, (l/n). You’re so hard to keep track of. You’re lucky that I’m such a nice guy, going out of my way to do this. And it’s all for you.”

Hanamaki noticed you slightly trembling from the corner of his eyes and as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by a cough from none other than Kyoutani. “Who the fucking hell do you think you are?” He asks, almost growling.

“Her admirer.” The self proclaimed nice guy proudly said.

Kyoutani scoffed before turning to you. “Is this creep bothering you, (n/n)?” He asks, draping a jacket he was holding over your shoulders.

Your admirer look between you two. “I don’t believe you would date someone like this, (l/n). You can do better by dating me.”

“Actually,” Hanamaki spoke up. “they can date whoever they want as long as it’s not you. Now, go before I call the police for suspected illegal activities.” He warned with venom laced in his tone while crossing his arms over his chest.

The boy huffed. “You’re not that pretty anyway!” He hollered at you as he stormed out like a kid throwing a tantrum.

You released a heavy sigh of relief before thanking Kyoutani and Hanamaki multiple times for helping you finally get rib of that guy.

“No problem, (y/n). He was just jealous you two look cute together.” Hanamaki teased, hiding his pain of the thought of you being taken.

“We’re not dating.” You chuckled as Kyoutani grunted in agreement.

“And the jacket?”

“It’s mine, I told him to hold it for me.”

“Oh.” He paused for a second before laughing out loud. “I assumed you two were dating since the two of you are pretty close.”

“Well, yeah. Didn’t Mattsun-senpai tell you that we’re cousins?”

“…”

“Nope, he didn’t tell me anything.” That jerk. He cursed.

“Were you jealous of Kyou, Makki-senpai?” You teased with a smirk.

Fuck it. This was his last chance. “Yeah, I was! Now, I’m all embarrassed and stupid because I used to like you.” He rambles while you look at Kyou and he shrugs before leaving the store.

“Why didn’t you confess before?”

“You know why!”

“And it only took my oversized jacket to make you confess to me? You’re unbelievable.” You shook your head in disbelief. “I liked you too, idiot!”

“Oh… WAIT, WHAT?!”

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YOU FEEL BETTER? MATSUKAWA ISSEI

• genre: smut (with a wee bit of angst for plot)

• warnings: penetration, mirror sex, cheating (not mattsun), size kink, choking, use of good girl, slight dumbification, female reader, stretch marks reader, body image difficulties mentioned

some fluff there too and it’s kinda long

🎶 ALL MINE by Brent Faiyaz when reader goes outside for better feels

You never thought you’d see the day Oikawa cheats on you. In front of hundreds, maybe even thousands of people, but he got what he finally wanted for himself and his team for years.

You worked a ton, trying to care for your hospitalized father. You got the tickets to the National game with whatever leftover money you had and a little help from the rest of the team. You were there at all the gatherings, get-togethers; anything you could to make up for your lack of presence at games, but they were so expensive and you’ll be damned if you ask the team for money to pitch in frequently.

Needless to say, you appeared as the captain’s girlfriend, close to being fiancé. You’d been right there since the first team sleepovers, right by his side the whole time. Now he was getting the well deserved credit as captain he deserved from his team, his fans, and you.

You were his own little surprise for nationals. You planned a dinner with everyone there but Oikawa, not wanting to ruin the surprise. Iwaizumi pitched in the most, his excuse being he just had money to spare (even though you know he’s like a big brother and would take care of you until the end of time), but you thanked everyone graciously.

To scale back a bit, you grew up with Mattsun and Makki. They where inseparable, and once you got attached to Mattsun, Makki was the last of the package. Matsukawa had no boundaries at all. Coming in while you were obviously changing in the bathroom, body slamming you on the bed, when you were on facetime with someone he’d come in the camera and join the conversation—there’s nothing you haven’t seen him do and there’s nothing he hasn’t seen you do—including sexually. You walked in once on him jerking off, he continued and asked if you could turn the light off. On the other hand, after an argument you have a promise to always say ‘I love you,’ and he puts you on the inner side of the sidewalk.

Later, his friends eventually became yours. Whenever you were mad at Tooru, a group sleepover was planned. Whenever Makki couldn’t come, Mattsun was fine with it being just you two, he didn’t mind. Any issues you had that were too overwhelming to handle alone, you went to Mattsun for.

The guy in a constant manspread with a caprisun always in hand somehow seemed to know what to do; you trust him with your life. Every breakup, he was there for you, and you made it your job to reciprocate.

You have a different type of trust with Tooru though. No boundaries were overstepped with Mattsun once you set them as well. Therefore, your relationship thrived with the brunette for years. There were always Mattsun’s snarky comments that he said just to piss Oikawa off, but everyone giggled and thought nothing of it while he pouted.

Okay so, Oikawa was basically famous. He had off-putting fangirls that usually backed off once you were in the picture, but there were some that didn’t. You accepted this fact since he was the one that came home to you in the end, and because Makki made *secret* gagging noises whenever they yelled for Tooru from the stands.

You dealt with them all the way up until today. The day where on the last deuce point, the ball fell on the opposite side of the court, just on the line. Roars from the crowd sounded, the team banner was waved even higher, and the chants turned into screams. On the court, the guys were in pure joy, hugging and bellowing in relief—they had made it.

This was the part where you’d come in! You hopped over the stands with flowers and more. As expected, he was a flowers man, and once you found out you sat them on your apartment table for whenever he came over. You move hastily through the throng of people crowding the court until you find your extremely sweaty friends. They were ecstatic and could probably cry any second.

“You guys were amazinggg!” You dragged out. Iwa found you happily, sweeping you off your feet with a bear hug. Kindaichi and Makki joined, leading to a group team hug with the players who weren’t talking to their thrilled parents. They finally put you back down.

You pull down your riding up mid-thigh length dress, “Okay, I’ll find Oikawa. I have a surprise for you guys too!” You give a gleeful smile and wave, then turn around to start your journey.

Except it ends a lot quicker than you thought it would.

Almost immediately you find him laughing with another. He wins the game of his dreams and decides some random over you. Who even was she? She calms him down by placing her hands on his biceps, then going on her tip-toes to kiss him. His hands meet at her waist with a smile, clearly no problem that he’s detecting. It definitely wasn’t the first time.

People casually walk past the space that separates you and him when your heart drops to your feet. The presents you were so eager to give him for his accomplishment droop to your sides, you can’t do anything but stand in astonishment. You were livid and overwhelmed.

The voices behind you of the team halted. You assumed they saw what you saw, and when you turned around and looked at the rest of them, their jaws were dropped just as yours. Some look at you in sympathy, other’s gazes like Iwaizumi and even Kyōtani had nothing but pure anger leaking through them, and the ones left deadpanned Oikawa; just waiting for him to look up. They loved you just as much as Oikawa did—or so you thought.

You wanted to scream at him. You wanted to throw his promise necklace around your neck at him after you rip it off. You wanted to throw the flowers you got him at his feet and stomp on them.

But you couldn’t. This was also the rest of the team’s big day, and you didn’t want to make a scene. You turn back around. Hundreds of people are around you in the stadium as you stand shaking at what you’re looking at. Did all of them see it? You shrink in your spot. The kiss was interrupted by Iwa taking his arm harshly and dragging him to a nearby door, but not before he got a good look at your face. His brown hair fell over fearful eyes of regret.

This would be the last look. Tears rolled down your face when you think about what you sacrificed to get here. For how long? Did she know about you? Did you kiss the same mouth that may have had her lipstick on it at some point? You were sensitive, not soft. You knew by no chance you’d take him back, and all you could think was ‘fuck him.’

You set down the gifts for the team on the court and take this as your cue to speed-walk away, the call of your name not even making you look back. You wipe your tears as you exit and pick up the pace. You knew you were anything but, though you felt idiotic thinking back on all this, his own tardiness excuses being clear. With that thought, insecurities you didn’t even know you had came pouring in.

He was Tooru fucking Oikawa. Who were you? Some girl he put a title on making minimum wage? You turn the corner trying to make it to Mattsun’s car, you rode with him to not raise suspicion. Luckily you had the key, him forcing you to drive back.

She was gorgeous, you can’t lie, beautiful curly blonde hair with glasses—clearly you were never his type. Stretch marks decorated you and you always felt heavy, but he continued to express he didn’t mind when you sat on him. You hear footsteps behind you to ignore. You did not want to deal with this right now. You wanted to break things and cry your heart out doing it.

Quickly they caught up to you, hands turning you around and pulling you close, not saying a word. You saw Mattsun resting his head on yours, breathing heavy from running after the game of his life. Thus, you give in. You’ll apologize for that later too.

He refused to let you go. The 9 o’clock night settles in, bringing an ambiance of comfortable silence after what just happened. You cry softly into his uniform as he holds you tight.

He runs his hand in circles down your back, brushing your hair with the other. He foxily reaches in your back pocket for the keys. With a beep, the car door unlocks, and he guides you to the front seat. First he sits down and lowers his seat back, then he pulls you in after so you could position yourself comfortably on top. You never wanted him to let you go. You hug him and enjoy his presence. Honestly, you pray you weren’t hurting him while he gives you time to process.

“I’m sorry. I wish we knew.” He whispers.

Your feet are in the passenger seat since you’re spread over the console where he holds you like a child. Shaking your head against him, you tell him it’s okay. The light from the car goes off, leaving the two of you in the complete darkness when he moves a piece of hair out of your face and drags a finger down your nose bridge, knowing it’ll instantly put you to sleep.

“Don’t you still have awards to do?” You sob.

“They can wait.”

You snuggle into him further, you love being like this but he definitely did just win nationals. Surprisingly, you can’t smell the sweat through your sniffles.

“You have to go.”

“I don’t have to do anything.”

You peer up at him and he peers down at you. He wipes a tear off your cheek with his thumb. “You have to go because I said so.”

After some contemplation he rolls his eyes and chuckles, “fine, yes ma’am. Now get your sweet ass off me since you want me to go so bad.”

You relocate to the passenger seat where he hands you the keys.

“You want me to send someone out here with you?”

Once again you shake your head and he gives you a side smile before closing the door to go back in. You turn your phone on for light and fall asleep reminiscing. That was the end; you were no longer in a relationship with Tooru Oikawa.

. .

You’re awoken by pots and pans rattling in the kitchen of what is familiar as Mattsun’s house. He sat you down on the couch while you were asleep, almost knowing you were going to wake up hungry.

“Morning,” he says. It’s 11 pm.

. .

You eat and settle into his room since he insisted to take the couch. He has one of those big propped up mirrors with the colored frame. “This does add some vibrance to his room” you think. Passing by it and the dresser, the thoughts almost instantly reform.

You catch yourself judging your own body again, suddenly finding everything that could be disliked about you. Did you talk too much? Were you overwhelming? You’re realizing how unhealthy it is to think about what could have made him cheat on you rather than the fact that he cheated, but you can’t help yourself. You turn to the side for a better angle of your thigh marks, an obvious frown forming on your face. Matsukawa happens to walk in and spots you, a different frown of his own making its way.

“Stop.”

You fix yourself, “You don’t even know what I was thinking about.”

He scoffs, “like hell I don’t. He’s a dipshit for even thinking of doing something like that to someone like you.”

You turn your head to him in question, “Someone like me?”

He walks past and bluntly stares you up and down in front of the mirror. “Usually girls with stretch marks have good pussy. You get it from your mom, she’s hot too.” He smirks.

“Mattsun!” You shove him over. How is it he could be so vulgar in times like this?!

He throws his hands up in defense, then pops the last of the snicker he was holding in his mouth. He walks back over, behind you in the mirror, and trails a finger over your marks. You cringe and watch in the reflection.

“They’re like accessories.”

“Whatever.” You reply. He uses two fingers to guide you to turn a little, taking a closer look.

“All it does is show that your body growth couldn’t fit into your skin. Personally, I like something to grab on.” It takes everything in him not to grab a handful, just to see how much he could fit between his fingers, and squeeze.

You hide your smile, slowly starting to believe him. He looks around to the other side, finding matching ones to compliment.

“But that’s personally, meaning that’s just you. Not everyone likes them.” You retaliate. He stops in his tracks and looks at you from the side.

He twists you straight by your hips, correctly towards the mirror. You see him directly behind you to watch. His hands reach up to your neck, impressively undo the clasp, then leisurely peel off the ring necklace from your chest. Once you register yourself without the trademark promise jewelry in the glass, you look back at his eyes in examination. You find a smug expression, with seriousness glinting behind his low eyes, and he drops the necklace plainly to the floor.

“You don’t need everyone.”

He looks in your eyes. You slowly nod. He was entrancing when stern, no other words needed to be said for you to listen, even when heavy-hearted. He directed your eye back into the mirror with the slight push of your jaw.

“You see this body right here? It’s not for everyone.” He lowers his tone. His hands situate back on your hips, rubbing them loosely while he dictates.

“Some can handle it, some can’t.”

You look at him through the mirror to listen closely. You clear your throat to gather up the voice for your question, the discarded necklace already forgotten.

“Can you?” You inquire softly.

He slowly lowers himself down to your ear.

“Wanna find out?”

You scan his eyes for jokes. Your 3-4 year relationship went down the drain, but you realize the one you needed most held up. You can’t think of a time he wasn’t there for you. While your ‘boyfriend’ was trying to keep his reputation alive, you were trying to keep someone close to you the same.

There was a reason you went to Mattsun first for everything and he knew it. To keep your relationship alive (that you swore up and down you were happy in), he dismissed it. But now as he was staring into your eyes, the urge to kiss you has never been higher—especially since you just gave him the go.

So why not accept the invitation?

He unites your lips. You immediately return the gesture, slotting together slowly, deep and somehow loving. Twisting around, you wrap your arms around his neck.

You’ve never kissed him before, but damn you wish you had. He tastes like chocolate and his large hands feel so good roaming your body. The ongoing kiss was almost necessary, the pent up emotion the both of you had seeping through it. He groans when you suck his tongue and you make it your job to pull it out of him again. He easily gets you off the ground by reaching both hands behind your thighs and tapping. Following directions, you jump and giggle.

He smiles into the kiss and catches you, no struggle. He can, in fact, handle your body.

You move your falling hair out of the way and return to your previous position. You can definitely get used to making out with him. Walking over to the bed, he lowers you down. He casually hovers over you while you embrace him, making you more desperate, back arching up to reach. He caresses one of the legs wrapped around his waist when he pulls back to ask a final question.

“You want this?”

You tease him a bit, ignoring what he was actually asking concerning your past relationship.

“Do you want me?” You reply, twirling the hair at his nape.

Without reluctancy, he breathes out, “I need you. Really fucking bad. But that wasn’t my question.”

You’re shocked at the sudden tone, declaring yet desperate. Need. He needs you. You attempt to remember Oikawa saying it, but you can’t find a memory. If he did though he wouldn’t have meant it. You start to rethink your relationship. Have you been blind this whole time?

“Yes, I do want it.”

“Want what? It, or me?” He wasn’t letting it slide.

“…I want you.”

He smiles and pinches your chin delicately with his thumb, fulfilling your needs with another slow, gentle kiss.

“Good girl.”

You grin giddily and push him over to his back, straddling his hips. His lips feel ten times better on yours, somehow overriding your past boyfriend’s in an indescribable way. Your nicely manicured hands never find a stopping point as they run down his chest. His sweats have much to hide, though they obviously aren’t doing their job well.

Mattsun has walked around with his print clearly showing all the time. You’re not sure if he discontinued this habit since you were coming over less (due to your dramatic ex’s discomfort), and you didn’t care then, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss the way the fabric outlined the entirety of him perfectly.

You knew he was big. You’ve seen him, but never completely hard. You almost laugh out loud awkwardly when you realize whenever someone said he had “big dick energy,” they could only guess. Now as you were feeling curiously past the drawstring, he only sat motionless to watch your enlarging eyes and outwardly laugh at you once your fingers drag from the base to the tip under your own body. It was almost inviting and bigger than anything you’ve ever felt.

“Will it fit?…” You think. What you didn’t know was that you actually said it.

“Sorry, what was that?”

You redirect your gaze back to his face. He wears a shit-eating grin and has his hand that was on your hip by his ear, tilted to you in fake question. You swallow, and shyly ask again.

“Trust me princess, we’ll make it fit.” He hums.

The comforting feeling of him comes back when his charming hands roll your dress up. Now it was obvious he was looking at you through the mirror positioned at the foot of his bed, because he was fixated on the view of the pretty lace you wore curving over your ass. Technically it was part of Oikawa’s gift, but it’s being put to good use.

“You like it?” You move your hair out of the way and sway a bit, before slowly stepping to your knees in front of the bed.

“Can it be my wallpaper?”

You whole heartedly laugh. Sex with him is somehow fun rather than awkward, taking into consideration you’ve known him since you were a kid.

Looking up into his eyes you observe pure longing radiating his body. Reaching his lower abdomen as he leaned back was easy, like how easy it was to take him out. You found his length quickly and took it into both hands to lick a stripe from the middle to his tip. You sucked hard, seemingly kissing the top. Easing into it, you downed more and more, dissipating the friction with your saliva until his hand found your hair to push you downward towards your own fingers. You choked due to his actions.

“Can you take it all?” He smirks down at you.

He was almost belittling you, the taunting giving nothing but encouragement. You nod with your head still almost at the base, mouth more than full, forcing yourself deeper with your tongue out to not neglect his balls. You sputter again as saliva leaks from your lips, barely reaching the bottom. He curls his hips upwards to negate all restrictions you had.

“Fuck…that’s it, open up just a little more for me.”

You literally couldn’t go any farther with your nose deep in his skin. Once he holds you for a while, he bobs your head up and down for you, your jaw slack. You tried your best not to gag.

You can’t resist touching yourself with your panties to the side. His head thrown back is enough to fuel your arousal.

Throating him, your eyes are naturally closed, but you have to get in the habit of opening them. He loves seeing your pretty orbs and lashes glaze over with tears once his dick is too much for you. How he almost cums on the spot because no other woman has taken him this deep. The up and down motions of your head in his lap through the mirror not showing everything, but enough is implied. When he finally lets you up to breath ‘cause you tapped out, but a lopsided smile still decorates your face after your throat flexed beautifully around the shaft. You can barely speak, but you’ll still happily stick your tongue out so he can slap his head teasingly on it, smiling down at you. You stretch yourself with his size in mind, just praying he doesn’t rip you apart.

With just the thought you add an extra finger to make three. He didn’t know how nasty you were in bed, he could only imagine, but now he didn’t have to because you were right in front of him doing it all.

The praise keeps you going, joy spreading through your body even in your current position to please him. He suggests you get accustomed to getting sloppy (because it’s the only lube you’re gonna get). You like the word accustomed, meaning it wasn’t gonna be just one time. But what were you? Friends? Friends with benefits? Anyway, he refuses to cum anywhere but on you, especially when you haven’t came yourself yet. Then again, that doesn’t mean you weren’t soaking.

He orders you to your feet where you slip your panties off. He turns you around to your makeup for the occasion ruined, slight tear stains, and your dress being pulled off in the mirror. Then, he gives you choices as he unclasps your bra.

“So, what should we do. You wanna ride me and bounce in the mirror? Or would you rather watch as you get slutted out and bent over?” He offers.

The idea of him alone pounding into you from behind while he forces your glance to the glass thrills you. You request the second, then turn back around and crawl into position on the bed. He smiles to himself at your obedience and follows right behind you.

He pushes in a few fingers to check, shocking you, then once he decides you were stretched, pulls them out.

“Still on birth control?” You nod, he knew from all the times you complained about keeping up with the timing. You braced yourself when his flush tip poked into you from behind, later slowly inching its way inside.

He almost passed out the way you clenched around him. You didn’t have a choice: he was thick and filled you out completely. He was so big. You let your head drop as your muscles tense at the intrusion. You tell him to keep going (since you decided to deal with the penetrating pain all at once), but you regret that decision. You just know you underestimated it. You need a few minutes first.

“You’re so big…” His ego was already a force, and you didn’t mean to fuel it, but fuck.

“I’m halfway. Know you can take it.”

Halfway?

Some time after unstirring bodies and heavy breaths, you finally suck it up and rock backwards. He groans deeply.

Then you do it again. And again. Until it goes from painful, to uncomfortable, to nothing at all.

“You okay?”

You respond with a faint yes. If anything you were more than okay. He started meeting you half the way there, and that’s when you finally look up into the mirror. You were on your elbows, face flushed, with Mattsun rolling his hips ever so slowly into you from behind.

It was fucking hot, especially now that it felt good. He stops his hips when you get a glimpse of him grabbing his phone from the nightstand. He records his hand on the height of your ass from your arch, and the way your pussy gratefully gripped his length when you pushed yourself back on him. Face down ass up, you had to work for it. You swallowed him whole. Amused, he watches your pussy contract and expand from the travel of the middle of his dick to the head. How his veins got sucked in by you, like you were molded just for him. You trusted Mattsun so you made sure to moan a little louder.

“I know you love it baby, the way I stuff you.“

“Yes.” You breathe out. He slightly teased you inch by inch of the way, whether it was verbally or physically. Rubbing himself against your entrance, degrading words, anything. It was honestly starting to piss you off. He was completely aware.

“Faster…”

He just laughs evilly. He stops recording and throws his phone to the side to run his hands down your body.

“Drop the attitude and ask again, then maybe I’ll consider.”

You roll your eyes, resulting in the slap of your ass. He did start thrusting again though. You hiss, sigh, and ask again.

“Faster, please.” You whine. His face reads completely unbothered when he removes his shirt. He was going agonizingly slow, just to annoy you even more. In his mind, if you weren’t at the point of punching him in the face, then he wasn’t edging you enough. He should feel bad.

He doesn’t.

Fucking into you was nice he thought. The way he entered deep and slow as you groan at the reflection. Savoring your body. But you heard it. The way girls screamed his name when you stayed over. In fact, you were there when he had to get his headboard bolted to the wall. You could barely pay for your apartment along with groceries, so you had no choice but to deal with some that were even louder because you were there to try and scare you away. He’d walk back out like nothing happened, say bye, then proceed to offer you a drink. Little did you know, the entire reasoning behind it was you. No matter how many women he tried to bring in and distract himself with, none held the same effect that you do on him.

You give up trying and continue rocking back onto him yourself. Desperately attempting to reach the spot you needed and knew he could hit. It only angered you worse when he just wouldn’t. Clearly it showed on your face.

“You’re so funny, you know that? I thought I was bad, but the way you’re practically begging for me is hilarious.”

He laughed at you once more and with the sudden singular snap of his hips, you jolt forward.

“Fuck!”

You were caught off guard. He grabs a hold of your waist hard enough to leave marks, then shifts his weight on your back. This gets you further into the bed, enhancing your arch. The thrust that ensues pushes you back and forth with enough force to lead into the next—relentlessly, he drives into you. You can barely breathe. Your eyes go wide in the mirror and you can’t move, the only option is to sit there and take it. You drop to your chest.

“Oh my god-Issei,” You choke out, you can’t really speak with your chin attached to his bed, “P-please you have to-!“

“Wait? Thought this was what you wanted princess? Now that I know you’ll look like this, I’m not sure if I can bring myself to.”

He moved one hand to your hair, exactly what he thought was the perfect handle. He pulled upwards once he wrapped his hand in it to make sure you were watching in the reflection. Furthermore, you are elevated right back up to your elbows.

“You see that? Watch how you get dicked down by your ex’s best friend. In fact, I might send that video to him later.”

You cry out his name again, the image of Oikawa’s face once he opens the notification making you smile. Endlessly, Issei rams into you. His cock splits you open. The recoil is insane, it has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Just as Issei does, the situation, everything.

Suddenly, he slows his thrusts. With his grip still on your head you look back at him weakly, and he almost came right there. The atmosphere and the room are hot, but he’ll still say the hottest thing here is you. The kiss he gives you is sloppy.

“God you’re sexy. If you look away from the mirror I’ll stop, Pretty. See what I see.”

You nod your head. It wasn’t good enough.

“Okay.” You mutter. You watch in the mirror image as he builds up speed again and slams into you, tears pinching at your eyes. He constantly talks to you over the loud slapping of skin. His moans (that were more grunts/groans) couldn’t even be heard. You realize now why those girls were screaming, Mattsun was rough in the best way possible. You thought they were exaggerating until no bounce of your ass against him goes unnoticed, every smirk he gave you wanted to kiss it off his face, and every thrust felt like heaven. The warm feeling came rushing like a train, not even building up. He folds his body over yours to get right in your neck as he hugs you from behind.

“You look so gorgeous for me. My pretty girl.”

He just laughs through the words. You babble to answer as more of these statements pile in. You see now, he was waiting for you this whole time. You hate how blind you were for all those years missed, wasted on someone close to him who wasn’t even good for you. He had to watch it all. You were a mess and yet here he was. It was kind of scary to you how quickly you were over your ex, but once Issei was the one there comforting you, that was all you needed. Now you could finally be his. His pretty girl.

“No one can fuck you like I can. Move your hand.”

He swatted away your mindless right hand placed on his arm behind you. You’re not sure how you held yourself up or how it got there, but you’ve clearly been on one elbow. You tried your best to keep your eyes open. It was so overwhelming, especially when you were so close to cumming already. You didn’t know whether to cry, pass out, or fight to stay awake.

“Please I-Issei, n-nobody can just please,” You huff out. Quickly, back and forth you go, even though his body stops you from flying backwards. Your ass hits him before you get too far back, then that pushes you forwards, where he pulls you back down to repeat. He lets go of your hair and holds your chin up instead. He makes sure to look directly at you in the reflection.

“Fuck-Who’s my pretty girl?”

“Me Issei.”

Your voice gets higher with each thrust. He grunts, nearing his end as you gradually tighten around him.

“Yeah? Who? Say it.”

“Me. I’m…” He re-angles himself, hitting a spot you never knew would affect you this badly. He’s pretty sure your eyes actually came inward first before you subconsciously closed them, and his finger pad slid on your wet lip as you drift off into subspace.

“Come back to me baby.” He can’t even bring himself to stop fast enough to edge you. Instead, he takes a hard bite to your shoulder and expertly circles your clit with the hand that wasn’t holding your jaw up. To think he could bring you to this point on your first orgasm was insane. The way he slips in and out of your heat quickly, the white ring wrapping around his dick that only gets bigger, and his balls slapping against your skin feeling so so good.

You come back right on time to see and feel yourself squeeze around him. Everything goes white, you try to scream out his name but it comes out only a whisper and a sob, and you realize he was dead serious. Nobody can fuck you the way he just did. Nobody has. He digs his head into your neck for the long awaited spill into you. He’s thought about it so many times, but making you uncomfortable was not an option, especially with Oikawa in the picture. He convinced himself the mental images were innocent until they became progressive, but he didn’t care. You were his now. He thrusts his hips into you further to make sure you felt full with his eyes to your back, watching you twitch and cream on his thick cock in the mirror.

“Shit, I’m your pretty girl Issei...”

He throbs inside before the warmth creeps into you, Issei’s hold on your figure tighter than ever. You won’t leave him this time.

“What’s his name, baby?”

“Huh.” You blink slowly, still recovering from the euphoria. Your mind was in shambles. “Who?”

“Good fucking girl,” he presses a smiling kiss to your temple. He thought it’d take a few more rounds for that to be your answer, but he guesses that dick never fucked you good enough.

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“𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞”

— : [nsfw ] fingering, unprotected sex, fluffy, getting together, squirting, pet names + best friends to lovers

— : wc : 3.5k

“you .. like him” kaori grins. she looks far too smug about this entire situation and it’s only making you angrier.

“i do not like him!” you snap, crossing your arms and turning towards the window of the café you frequented with your so called best friend.

“sure you don’t” kaori says, nodding solemnly and you know she’s mocking you again.

you wouldn’t even be having this conversation if it wasn’t for the fact that your high school crush turned annoying roommate had brought yet another one of his dates home.

they don’t have sex, it’s happened twice and you yelled at him for 3 hours straight because you had to study and the sounds kept you up right into the next morning.

the only issue now, is that the girls he brings over try to talk to you and ask too many questions about him. mattsukawa issei. they always fall for his laid back personality and that stupid smug smile he always has in place and it’s pointless because he never brings any of them back after the first time.

you’d feel sorry for them but you don’t. it’s not because you’re jealous because you’re not, he’s been your friend since your first year of high school and that’s it. you just don’t like having to deal with a new “girlfriend” every morning when you’re just trying to enjoy your morning tea and the soft, fluffy eggs issei always make for you.

“have you ever wondered why mattsun never settles?” she asks, reaching for her iced coffee and it’s ridiculous the way she insists on drinking cold drinks during the cold winters. you could barely feel your fingertips.

“no, i don’t think about mattsun’s love life” you say dryly, “as long as he pays his half of the rent and keeps making those fluffy scrambled eggs, i don’t need to know why he can’t keep it in his pants”

kaori laughs likes she knows something you don’t and if you weren’t in public, you’d jump over the table to ring her neck but you scoff, reaching for your own drink. something much warmer for the weather.

“i’m just saying” she shrugs, “maybe he already knows what he wants but he thinks it’s unrequited so he just wastes his time until he can eventually get over it”

“which seems impossible since he’s been pining since forever” she adds before you can tell her to shut up.

“i’m done having this conversation with you” you frown, “i can’t believe i paid for your coffee”

“you love me” kaori laughs and reaches to steal your half eaten muffin before you can snatch it from your plate.

you and issei have always been close. you would spend a lot of your free time with him and makki in and out of school and the three of you still did almost everything together.

when you got your apartment, you had been scared to live alone. it wasn’t that you couldn’t be independent or be on your own, you just didn’t think being so far away from the home you knew, all the way in tokyo, could settle your nerves.

he was the first person you spoke to about moving and it was around the same time he decided he liked the idea of staying in tokyo and moving on from your hometown and it’s how you two ended up living together.

makki still visited you both every other weekend and you’d often tease him about being a trust fund baby.

the problem was that you knew issei was good looking, he always had been but he grew into his looks the older you got and you hadn’t realised just how much until the first girl he brought home. you were a little taken aback but he insisted you meet her because he cared about your opinion more than he cared about anyone else’s.

and there was only so much you could say after the 4th girl so you’d purposely hide yourself in your own bedroom, grateful for getting a place that had 3 bathrooms. you rarely needed to sneak out unless you were hungry. it was a win-win situation for you but issei didn’t like that you were avoiding him so he’d bother you in your own bedroom despite having a guest over in his own and if you tried to lock it, he’d knock and make a noise until you inevitably gave in like you always did when it came to him.

of course you loved him and you knew that he loved you too. he was probably one of the most important people in your life and it’s why you would not acknowledge whatever feelings you had because it was easier than messing up years of a good, no, great friendship.

“maybe he’s doing it on purpose” kaori grins, after finishing your breakfast muffin.

“doing what on purpose?” you raise a brow, wishing the conversation about issei would just end. you both had a class after this but her mind was clearly focused on teasing you.

“you said it yourself, he’s not sleeping with them anymore” she smirks, “at least not in your apartment so why bring them over?”

“i don’t know kao, maybe he’s just bored” you shrug and even you know that’s bullshit. you were great company so if he really wanted to hangout, he’d bother you and makki.

“how do you know he’s not sleeping with them anyway?” she asks and even though you know she’s baiting you, you can’t help yourself.

“… well” you clear your throat, “he obviously knows what he’s doing..”

she grins, hiding her satisfied smile being her cup but you still see the glint in her eyes anyway.

“don’t start” you scoff, rolling your eyes, “i’ve heard enough things okay? let’s drop it”

“whatever you say sweetheart” she winks and you get up to leave before you end up in jail.

“you can’t leave without me!” she calls after you, “you’re my ride and my best friend in the whole world”

you ignore her as you walk towards your car. you’d never leave her despite how much she frustrates you but the thought is enticing.

the apartment is warm when you enter, the sound of his favourite playlist playing from the tv in the living room but the smell of food is always welcoming and you hold back a groan as you remove your shoes and place your bag on the couch nearby the door.

“oh, you’re early” he grins, “hi cutie”

you’re too tired to chastise him for the nickname. he’d just call you something else to get a rise out of you and your day had been long.

“yeah” you yawn, leaning your body against the door as you close your eyes for a moment. you really could use a hot bath or shower and a nap before dinner.

“aw my big baby” he coos, coming up to lift you up like he does when you’ve had a little too much to drink or when you fall asleep during movie night on the couch. you don’t even protest, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as he carries you to your bedroom.

“i need—”

“i know baby” he grins down at you, “i’ll run you a bath and then you can nap until dinner”

you hum, rubbing your hands over your face as you reach to put your phone on charge.

“need help undressing?” he teases and you kick his thigh, causing him to laugh as he walks into your bathroom.

you can’t help but frown at how domestic you both tend to be around each other. everything is so natural and you know you can be yourself around issei without the fear of judgement or rejection.

you’re starting to understand why your own relationships tend to fail before it gets too serious. you’ve been comparing everyone to him your whole life and it’s laughable.

“did you fall asleep?” he asks when he comes back to check on you.

“no” you roll your eyes but the way his face softens whenever he looks at you has your heart beating a little faster than normal. you could easily blame it on kaori getting into your head again, even if she was right.

“thank you” you say after a moment, “wasn’t it my turn to make dinner?”

“yeah but i got home early and i know you’re tired” he shrugs, “you can make it up to me when you’re doing your skincare routine”

“you just want to use my expensive products” you say but you can’t hide your smile even if you tried, “get out, i’m going to relax”

“don’t fall asleep in the bath” he warns and you glare up at him as you get closer to your bathroom door

“that was one time!” you frown. he also saw you very naked that day and you can’t get the image of the light dust of pink across his nose and cheeks. you knew he wasn’t celibate so him seeing you makes should’ve been normal but he blushed. you would’ve teased him then if you weren’t so embarrassed about the entire situation.

“enjoy your bath” he chuckles, leaning down to kiss your forehead before he’s walking back down the hall towards the kitchen and living room.

you try not to think about the way he always takes care of you like this. he always had and probably always would.

“do you want some wine?” he grins, leaning against the doorframe of your bathroom with your favourite wine.

“don’t you knock?” you frown but make grabby hands for the glass.

“you’re covered up with bubbles and besides, i’ve seen enough” he smirks and you glare at him.

“only because you’re a pervert” you add dryly, “thank you for the wine and making dinner”

“baby don’t thank me for the bare minimum” issei rolls his eyes, “you need to eat”

you don’t mention the fact that your shitty exes never cared this much for you. you didn’t exactly have the greatest track record with dating and you were starting to realise why.

baby

“okay get out” you pout, “i need to get done”

“need me to scrub your back?” he asks softly and even though he’s obviously teasing you, you know if you said yes he’d do it.

“you can” you grin and turn away from him as you take a sip from the wine. it tastes perfect like always and you bite back an appreciative moan.

“you’re so spoiled” he scoffs but he’s rolling up the sleeves of his favourite sweater and leans beside the bathtub to reach for your soap. it was his favourite scent of peaches and cream because it often reminded him of you.

“yeah yeah” you yawn, tilting your head sideways so he can get your neck too.

“no dates tonight?” you ask after a moment. he hasn’t really been staying out late like he usually does and you haven’t seen anyone new around lately.

“i enjoy nights in with you too you know?” he frowns

“i know” you grin, “i’m just messing with you”

he kisses your nape before standing to his full height. he doesn’t want to think about how much he wants to climb into the bath with you.

“get changed and i’ll dish everything up for us” he smiles, “i’ll top up your wine”

“sounds good” you stretch, still not facing him, “but i’ll have a soda or something because i don’t wanna get drunk off wine”

he laughs and shakes his head. he knew how much of a lightweight you were when it came to wine.

the evening blurred after you ate. you weren’t as sleepy as you thought you’d be and you finally had a day off to just rest anyway so you’d have the day to sleep.

“ready for dessert?” he asks and you laugh, leaning your head on the backrest of the couch, “what did you get?”

“you mentioned wanting cheesecake the other day” he shrugs, bringing over the tiny dessert with a spoon, “i saw that new bakery you wanted to try and got it on the way home”

“you’re husband material” you grin and he laughs

“you did say you’d marry me” issei smirks

“i was a kid!” you scoff, “don’t even try it”

he flicks your nose before joining you on the couch. you had two one seaters and a loveseat that was just big enough for three people since issei insisted on getting a bigger one when you first found your apartment.

it didn’t matter how much space you had in your apartment, you seemed to gravitate towards each other.

“should we watch something?” you asks as he places your legs over his lap and keeps his freehand on your knee.

he reaches for the tv remote as you get comfortable and you can’t help but watch him as he scrolls through all the tv shows you told him about. he’s pretty, despite being rough around the edges.

he’s always been so tall and well built and you often said that he had broad shoulders so you had a place to lean on when you had a particularly shitty day. his hands were big and despite their intimidating appearance, they were soft to the touch and he knew how to be gentle when he needed to be.

“what are you thinking about?” he grins when he catches you looking at him. you’re not that shy to look away when your eyes meet.

“you” you say because it’s the truth.

“yeah?” he tilts his head sideways, “what about me?”

“your hands” you shrug, “i just think they’re soft, that’s all”

“oh?” he chuckles and runs his hand up your sides until he reaches your jaw, “soft?”

you nod as he grazes your lower lip with his thumb. he’s closer than he’s ever been to you, with your legs thrown over his lap and he could kiss—

he cuts your train of thoughts as he leans in closer, your noses touching as he looks down at your lips.

“can i kiss you?” he asks

“please” you say, already abandoning the cheesecake in favour of wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

his lips as as soft as you imagined them to be and you figured he’d be a good kisser but the way he gently kisses your lips before deepening the kiss is nothing like you imagined it would be.

it’s so much better and you can’t help the tiny moan when he wraps his hand gently around your neck to keep you in place.

“fuck” he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours, “i.. i’ve wanted to do that for a long time”

“why didn’t you?” you ask, just as breathless as he pulls you onto his lap.

“i would never want to ruin our friendship y/n” he says, “you know how much i love you, i can’t—”

“it’s okay” you shush him, kissing his forehead, “I wanted to kiss you too”

“so you do like me?” he grins and it makes you feel better knowing he would never try to make anything uncomfortable for you.

“you’re such a loser” you roll your eyes but your hands in his hair is too distracting and he really wants to kiss you again so he does.

“take me to bed” you say and he nods, lifting you up easily and carrying you down the hall to his bedroom.

you’ve been inside his room many times but never like this and you find that you’re not nervous about anything. all your thoughts are occupied with him and the way he kisses you and slowly removes your clothing.

he’s taking his time, mapping out the feeling of your body underneath his hands and the way you look laid out on his sheets, in his bed.

issei could never get over how beautiful you are and even if he’s seen you naked before, it was so different when you were like this and all for him.

he wants to tease you and take his time but he also knows that after your first kiss, there was no going back. he had to have you all the time.

for as long as you’d have him.

“spread your legs for me baby” he says as he removes his sweatpants and he smirks at the way your eyes travel down his bed down to his cock. he knows his hung and he’s never had a reason to feel insecure about his body but it felt more important what you felt about him than any of his one night stands.

he places his middle and index fingers in your mouth and instructs you to suck. he tries not to moan at how eager you are and how you moan for him as you maintain eye contact.

you were just too fucking perfect for him.

he kisses down your neck, sucking and biting the skin before he reaches down to your breasts and bites your nipple softly.

“issei” you whine, back arching into his touch.

he slides his fingers through your folds and groans appreciatively at how wet you are and it’s all for him, because of him.

“fuck baby, already?” he teases just to watch you try and grind against him. he keeps your body down as he slides his fingers into your pussy.

you’re so wet and warm and he kisses you to distract himself because he knows he needed to prep you properly. he would never hurt you on purpose, no matter how much he wanted to fuck you into his bed until you couldn’t walk.

“issei please” you gasp against his lips, “want you”

“and you’ll have me baby, just a little longer yeah?” he says softly adding a third finger just to watch your eyes roll back, loud moans filling the otherwise quiet room.

you was determined to make you cum first before he fucked you.

pressing his thumb against your clit, he watches your mouth drop open and body shake as you try to close your legs around his arm.

“shitshitshit” you cry out, grabbing onto his shoulder hard enough to hurt but he doesn’t mind. he wants to feel it tomorrow the same way you will.

he has condoms. he’s always been careful but when you grab his wrist and shake your head, he swears he almost cums then and there. he’s never fucked anyone raw but never in his life has he wanted to so badly as he does right now.

“shit baby, are you sure?” he asks and you nod, kissing the side of his jaw

“put it in” you whisper, “want you to cum inside me”

you were always the one to preach about safe sex but all that went out the door when it came to him. it wasn’t like you weren’t on the pill. you’ve thought about this moment enough times to know you wanted him to be your first.

you weren’t a virgin but you never let anyone fuck you unless they had a condom and sex never felt as good as it did in that moment. he was good with his fingers and hands but you needed him before you really did lose your mind.

“hurry issei” you beg so prettily for him, “fuck me”

he pushes into you slowly, wanting you to feel the way at he throbs and twitches and the way the vein on the underside of his cock brushed up against your gummy walls.

“you feel so fucking good” he groans, wrapping his hand around your neck. he squeezes just a little bit harder than before but it’s enough to have your eyes crossing.

your neighbours might file another noise complaint but issei was good at sweet talking his way out of things so you didn’t care too much.

“you feel how deep i am inside you baby?” he asks, pressing down your stomach with his free hand

“yeah” you nod, moaning louder when he fucks you deeper and harder.

the sound of skin slapping against skin only gets louder and the wet smack would embarrass you if you weren’t so fucked out already.

he knows you’re close, the way you squeeze around him. your body tenses up just before you’re cumming, squirting all over his abs and your own thighs.

“that’s it baby, give it to me” he grunts, holding you down as your body shakes. he’s not far behind, thrusting once, twice and then he’s cumming inside you.

it’s hot and warm and your legs squeeze around his waist tightly. he collapses forward but he’s careful not to crush you.

“jesus baby” he chuckles

“hm” you hum, wrapping your arms around his neck again but you’re too tired to move your body.

“give me 5 minutes and i’ll get you cleaned up again” he says, kissing your softly.

“i still want that cheesecake” you frown after a moment and he laughs, slapping your ass before getting up.

“like i said” he scoffs, “you’re spoiled!”

“yeah but you love me” you stretch, laying more comfortably on his pillows.

“yeah” he huffs and you can see the fondness in his eyes, “i do”

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sleepyxxhead · 7 months

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༉‧₊˚. FLUFFTOBER 2023!!

NOTES: my first time ever doing flufftober so i’m really excited but my expectations are so low bc i know myself and ik i’m not getting this all finished until like January 💀

THEME: cute ship dynamics

MASTERLIST:

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MATSUKAWA ISSEI; Troublemaker!Mattsun x Goody two-shoes!Reader

two

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI; Grumpy!Megumi x Sunshine!Reader

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KIRISHIMA EJIROU; Protective!Kirishima x Reckless!Reader

four

SHINAZUGAWA GENYA; Hothead!Genya x Cinnamon roll!Reader

NOTES: ok i know i’ve been pretty inactive AND I PROBABLY STILL WILL BE but like I REALLY WANT TO DO FLUFFTOBER SO MUCH RAHHHH

ALSO i have a new ask in my inbox so expect that soon??? probably not soon who am i kidding

anyways have a nice day cutie <33

dividers: @cafekitsune

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sat0-get0 · 1 year

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・❥ 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬 - 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

ꕥ 𝙘𝙬 : 𝙬𝙘: 2.3𝙠, 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 & 𝙨𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙮 𝙨𝙪𝙗 𝙗𝙡𝙠!𝙛𝙚𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙥𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮!𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙞, 𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 (𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙤𝙛𝙘, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮, 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚), 𝙛𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙣 (𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙞 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨), 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭/𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙚 (𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 #𝙛𝙩𝙠), 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙠, 𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙥𝙨, 𝙛𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧, 𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥, 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 (𝙞 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙝𝙤𝙤), 𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜/𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛𝙘, 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙭𝙤𝙭𝙤 | 𝙢𝙙𝙣𝙞

✎ 𝘢𝘯 : 300 𝘍𝘖𝘓𝘓𝘖𝘞𝘌𝘙 𝘚𝘗𝘌𝘊𝘐𝘈𝘓??? 𝘠𝘌𝘈𝘏. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘮 𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘴. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘬 𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.. 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴, "𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬" "𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭". 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘰𝘰, 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴༄

"Come here." Issei calls out to you, voice low and languid. He's tired, it's obvious in his eyes that's already naturally lidded. But he isn't regular 'wanna go to bed' tired, no. He's tired of your antics. Issei just finished paying for your waist length protective hairstyle, nails, and a few other gifts you wanted for yourself. Of course, some things had to come to an end. Your brattiness began when you wanted a new stuffie for your home decor and Issei immediately shut the idea down, insisting that the place was getting full of them. He even tried to bargain with you! Stating that if he got you more, some would have to go and you were not fucking with that idea.

He hears a small 'hmph!' in response to him as you turn your back to him on the bed, continuing to scroll on your phone while hugging one of your many hello kitty plushies. It could've been a brand new one if he would've just agreed to buy the ones you saw at the store yet here you are. "Princess." you pay him no mind. "Angel." Still scrolling on your phone. "Mama." Your ears perk at that but still. You get up from your spot on the king sized bed, wanting to get yourself a drink. As you're walking past the TV in your room, Issei grabs your hand, stopping you in your tracks.

"What do you want?" you ask him, attitude evident in your tone. Issei's brow raises at the tone and of course he could have you at his feet in seconds but this attitude required a different approach for best results. He takes a deep breath, putting his controller down before turning you around to face him completely. "Talk to me." Issei drops the grip on your hand in favor of running his hands down your body, smoothing down your hairstyle at your waist before settling his hands on your ass. The actions gives you a tingle deep inside but you're as stubborn as ever.

"There's nothing to talk about." you snap back, looking away from him. Issei's hooded eyes scan your body, looking at your curves as his hands remain on your plush ass that's barely covered by your sleeping shorts. But he has an objective and is determined to complete it. "Let's just talk, okay?" You look down at him, meeting his gaze and if it weren't for how good he looked, you wouldn't have agreed. Your face remains pouty as Issei brings you closer, urging you to sit on his lap which you do hesitantly. Your thick brown thighs drape over his as you join him in his gaming chair but you keep your hands to yourself; you act distracted, trying to keep your eyes on everything but him as you examine your fresh manicure.

"You not gon' look at me?" he asks and you roll your eyes before meeting his gaze. "What do you want, Issei?" You mutter his name like it's poison and he can't help but give a delirious smile. "Is this about your lil' teddy bears?" "They're not bears." "Sorry, stuffed animals.." The pout on your glossy lips is too cute, he can't wait to kiss them but it'll have to wait. "Mhm." you reply, answering his question. "Not getting what you want makes you mad, doesn't it, pretty?" You soften up at the nickname and finally take the step to touch him, placing your hands on his shoulders.

"You never say no, 'sei.." The eyes you're giving him are so sad and cute he almost instantly regrets not buying you those stupid plushies. "Let me make it up to you." You raise your brow at him. "If it's not with plushies then I don't want it." "It's better, baby, I promise." You glare at Issei yet allow him to lean in, placing his lips on yours. You barely reciprocate the energy out of stubbornness so he gives your lower lip a small bite, causing you to gasp and give him further access. You're too much of a sucker for his lips to not kiss back, hands beginning to roam Issei's chest and shoulders.

Suddenly you feel his warm hand entering your shorts and panties, causing you to pull away. "If that's your plan to make up for it, you're wasting your time." you scoff at him, letting him get further down into your panties by lifting your hips. "We'll see, mama." Issei wasn't surprised to see you were already getting wet, not being able to resist anything about him. He leans in and kisses you again, adamant on making you even wetter by circling your clit. He knows exactly how to toy with you in a way that makes you sigh out against his lips. You kiss him with more passion at the pleasure, wanting to feel his tongue against yours. He can't resist out doing himself, flicking your needy pearl with the pad of his middle finger to get those sweet reactions from you.

You can't deny it, Issei's always been talented with his hands but that doesn't mean you won't deal with him later on the subject. So for now, you allow yourself to enjoy, lower lip caught between your teeth as you feel his thick fingers slipping inside you, knowing exactly what to do. Your head falls down and rests against him, nails digging into his shoulders once he's gotten his fingers to that spot he always loves to toy with. "Ease up, pretty, I just started." you hear him chuckle yet you don't have the power to glare at him right now. "Fuck me already, 'sei." you pout, rocking your hips forward in order to feel more friction. Issei kisses your cheek before thrusting his fingers deeper in your pussy. He wants to fuck you more than anything too but he's sure you don't wanna deal with the ache his size leaves you with.

"Please, Issei.." you whine, attempting to butter him up by kissing along his jawline. Issei knows he'd rather not deal with you if he denies again so he sighs and gives in. You gasp as he gives you one last particularly harsh thrust of his fingers before pulling them out. Of course you're content with getting what you want, already hopping off his lap and making move to remove your shorts and panties. Issei barely follows suit, simply lowering his sweats enough to free his dick from its confines and watching as you pull your hairstyle into a messy bun.

You're instantly hopping back into his lap, watching as he spits down onto his cock and gives it a couple strokes. "Isseiii," you whine, causing him to raise a brow at you. He doesn't ask questions however, letting you hover your needy pussy over his tip and do what you want. "Go 'head." he tells you nonchalantly. "I'm about to." you huff back, pouty lips making a return. You don't ride Issei often, for.. obvious reasons, and it's proof in the way your jaw is already dropping as you split yourself on just the tip of his cock. Your eyes are screwed shut as you try to get at least halfway down his girth, struggling in just a couple seconds.

"You need help?" Anybody would interpret this as an honest question but you can simply sense the condescension in his voice. "No." you mutter out yet you whimper soon after as you lower yourself a bit more. "I'm gonna help you." "Don't." His hands are already on your waist, hips ready and prepared. "'sei, I swear-" You end up with your words caught in your throat as Issei makes a swift movement of his hips, shoving himself all the way inside you in a matter of seconds. Your brain practically short circuits and he just finds it so cute the way you stutter, unable to protest anymore. Before you can even regain your senses, he decides its the perfect opportunity to begin fucking you, keeping your hips still and moving his up and down, getting deeper inside you each time.

"Fuck, look at that." he rasps out, slowly shoving his cock in n' out of you. He can barely see any inch of your body, your pussy stuffed by him below and your cute pajama top covering your pretty tits. But Issei doesn't need any of that, getting off to the feeling and the look on your face. Absolutely dumb. Drunk on the feeling of his dick already and reduced to babbles and whimpers. "This what you wanted from the start, huh, mama?" he groans out, lust filled eyes trying to catch yours but they can't, your eyes either crossed or rolling back.

"Look at me." You don't even hear him, too busy bouncing up n' down on his dick. So Issei feels petty enough to stop, holding you down against him and keeping every inch of him stuffed inside you. "Look at me." he repeats and this time you do hear him, giving him the most annoyed glare you can muster in your cock-drunk state. You almost fume when he stops you just to place a kiss on your lips but it soothes you. You reciprocate the energy, licking into his mouth while releasing the softest groans. Issei's content with this and loosens his grip on your hips, letting you grind against him.

The way his pelvis rubs perfectly against your needy clit makes you see stars and now you're struggling to kiss him back. You fully pull away once Issei relishes in a chuckle against your lips, finding the whole thing amusing. But it's time to cut the shit. He knows the feeling you both are looking for and is adamant on getting you there before him soon. Therefore, he goes back to pistoning his hips upwards, the sounds of your squelching pussy and your ass smacking against his thighs competing in volume. You're lucky for Issei's strong arms because if it weren't for him, your balance would be completely fucked up. You help yourself out subconsciously, wrapping your arms around him and getting impossibly closer to your man.

He hits a particular spot inside you that makes you release a noise you don't think you've ever made. The force of the thrust makes you grab onto Issei's dark curls, practically yanking it. "Damn, hold on-" he practically moans out. The action made his dick throb, yeah, but now his scalp aches a bit. "I should pull your hair like that." You're back to slow grinding and panting, having just a minute or two to collect yourself. "Don't even fucking... think about it." you pant, looking straight into the darkness of Issei's eyes. "I just got my hair done." You're dead serious too, never playing when it comes to your hair. This time, the look of straight threat you give him is one that sends shivers down his spine. He definitely got the hint.

"Don't gotta tell me twice, pretty." he chuckles nervously. "Let's wrap this up." You yelp as he lands a slap on your ass, obviously not aware of how heavy-handed he is. Issei gets comfortable in his seat, knees relaxing as he massages the spot he just smacked. You're supposed to be a pillow princess right now and forever and he has the audacity to expect you to do all the bouncing yourself. "You're not dead ass." "So dead ass right now." he quips back a little too quickly. "Issei-" "You want more teddy bears or not?" He shuts you up real quick. You're rather salty about it but make a move, firmly placing your hands on his shoulders and lifting your hips up.

"There we go." he sighs out, head falling back against his gaming chair. Your lustful feeling comes back instantly as you feel the drag of his cock against your walls and suddenly doing the work doesn't seem all too bad. You're able to go at your desired pace, not too fast yet not painstakingly slow as you feel your orgasm building up, creeping up on you slowly. With each bounce, Issei releases a low moan, occasionally accompanied by a whispered 'fuck' and you're not sure how much of his voice you can take. "Issei, 'm gonna-" "Yeah, me too, baby." You let out a long dragged out moan as he helps you fuck yourself on his dick, hands on your waist bringing you up and down. His hips stutter without him meaning too, preparing him for the moment he eventually fucks his cum up into your fluttering pussy. "Cum on my dick, mama, fuck.." And that's exactly what you do, freshly done nails digging into his broad shoulders as you practically cry out. The sound of your own moans rings in your ears as every thought in your head disappears, only able to focus on the feeling of your orgasm hitting you like a truck. The blissful feeling soon turns into overstimulation as Issei chases after his own orgasm, hips slamming upwards until he's filling you up with the load he's been wanting to stuff inside you since you started your bratty act. "Fuck, baby, take it." he babbles as he mindlessly fucks into you, making sure every drop of his cum is deep in your pussy.

Absolutely exhausted, you rest your cheek on Issei's shoulder, already prepared to catch some Z's. You're probably tired from all the attitude you were giving today, Issei thinks to himself. It's almost like you read his mind because you give his hair a threatening tug but it does nothing but make him laugh lowly with the energy he has left. "You good now?" he mutters, knowing you're not yet sleeping despite your soft breaths and eyes being shut. "I still want my damn plushies.." you utter before officially clocking out.

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✩

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