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faerielotus · 11 months

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KYOUTANI x READER

tw : murder, violence, blood, gore, smut

You’re not surprised when he slides into bed without a word. Being talkative isn’t something that you’d associate with Kentaro, especially with it being so late. What’s surprising is the distance between the two of you. He’s close, but not close enough for you to turn over and face him, to hold him. It’s a strange new practice for him. A pattern you’ve seen repeating the last couple of days.

Nonetheless it still confuses you. You know he likes to touch you, feel that you’re there; the same as you. You enjoy the way he hooks his arm over your waist, holding you tight to his chest. The sound of him slightly out of breath when he first joins you in bed, most likely from shuffling up the stairs of your rickety apartment building. But most of all you enjoy the way he smells. He always manages to smell fresh, even when he was covered in sweat from moving in the sofa that was way too big for your living room, but that you insisted on buying; or another time when he came back home, holding a hoodie covered in red splotches. Even the metallic smell was overpowered by the smell of him ingrained into your apartment.

You love everything about the man beside you. That’s why it’s so strange to you. How you know he feels the same way, but is still so far away from you. His distance continues to plague your mind. That is until he sighs, not irritated but not relaxed. Yes, you find the whole predicament strange until he sighs, scoots closer to you and holds you tight, resting his head on your neck. That’s when you forget how strange it is, and start to think about him, how he feels, how he sounds, and how he smells.

You’ve been laughing for what feels like ten minutes. One joke from Matsuwaka growing into his own personal comedy show. You can’t hear anything else anybody’s saying. Not even the music from the back of the club thrumming through your body is truly reaching you. Your drink has almost fallen out of your hands more than once, quickly being saved by the brunette sitting besides you.

You finally calm down, taking a swig from your drink and inhaling a big breathe of air. You look over to Matsuwaka, readying yourself for his next barrage of wisecracks when you notice that he’s looking over you.

You turn around and see three tall men all maneuvering through the crowds of people towards the two of you. Their attire matches the clothes that Matsuwaka is wearing, a fancy, if not slightly disheveled suit. You take brief notice of the fact that their eyes are on you, or at least shifting between you and the man you were having a conversation with. Your eyes, however, are focused on only one of those men. With a buzzcut that’s been bleached blonde and a mean look on his face you feel like shying away. His tanned skin absorbs the colors of the club lights. Over his suit he’s wearing a clashing leather jacket and overall looks a bit mean.

You realize how long you’ve been staring when they get closer, and the blonde cocks his eyebrow at you. You turn back towards Matsuwaka and nurse your drink.

“Issei.” The brunette in the middle of the three men speaks up when they reach the bar.

“Oikawa.” Matsuwaka says in a drawn out fashion, almost teasing the man in front of him. “I was coming back, I just needed something to drink”

“We can see that!” A strawberry blonde on the side of Oikawa pipes up. He yells over the loud noises of the crowd while staring at you. “My names Hanamaki, but my pals call me Makki!” He’s leaning over now and holding out his hand for you to shake.

You take his hand and introduce yourself. He slowly drops his hand from yours and looks at Matsuwaka with a sly smirk on his face.

The atmosphere is laid back, but you can’t help but feel awkward stuck between these men in suits.

“I’m sorry if I stole him,” you start, looking up to Oikawa. “The both of us were waiting for our drinks when I started a conversation.” You brush a stray hair back, one that you missed with your bobby pin when rushing out the house to meet your friends.

He looks over to you with a smile. “You’re all fine sweetheart. This one right here is responsible for himself.” That got a laugh out of you, and the angry man standing by his side focused his eyes on you. “He’s still got some work to do though, so we’re gonna have to steal him back.”

“Come on, Oikawa, I can’t leave a girl like her on her own here.” Matsuwaka said, feigning a pout and grabbing your hand.

Oikawa dramatically sucked air through his teeth and sighed. “Yeah, you’re right about that.” Oikawa shifted on his foot and turned towards the cross blonde next to him. “Well, Kyoutani already did his job for the night,” he faced forward again and smiled “Why don’t you keep the pretty girl some company Kyo-kun.”

Kyoutani stared at you with a glare and you stared back, looking at him more closely. His scowl didn’t make him any less handsome. His face was strong and his skin was glowing underneath the light. He was lean, but you could tell that underneath his suit he was toned. You looked back over to Matsuwaka who had an incredulous look on his face.

“‘Kawa, you know that’s not what I meant man.”

Oikawa’s grin widened even more. “Kyo-kun take Matsuwaka’s seat for me.” On the side of Oikawa, Makki snickered and hid his face in his elbow.

Matsuwaka grumbled as he shifted out of his seat. Kyoutani dropped himself onto it and motioned for the bartender.

“We’ll see you later Kyo-kun.” Oikawa said as he and the rest of the men walked off, arm draped over Matsuwaka’s shoulder.

You turned your body towards the bar, but kept your head facing the man beside you. Ignoring his rough look you were somewhat entranced by him. Everything from his appearance to his smell was strangely attractive to you. He started to order a drink when he looked to you.

“Do you want another?” He motioned to your drink, still with a glare on his face. You nodded with a smile and he finished ordering.

You asked him a couple of questions, mainly about Matsuwaka, how they met, their friend group, but also about him. That seemed to loosen him up enough for his brows to relax.

“And you?” He asked as the bartender set your drinks in front of you both.

“What questions are you asking me?” You said with a dopey smile.

“Anything.” He responded after taking a second to gulp his drink. His short answers made you realize how little interest he has. No, not that, how little he likes to talk. He seemed engaged even with his limited amount of interactions. That, like so many of his other qualities attracted you.

“Well,” you started, leaning your elbow on the bartop. “I think you’re hot.” You tilted your head, resting your hand on his knee.

You saw him take a small gulp and you laughed at that. He stared at his drink until he picked it up and downed the rest. He swallowed and turned to look at you again.

“Yeah?” That was the first time you saw him smile.

You wonder if you really got everything you needed. You didn’t want to head back to the store for something small. Thinking about calling Kentaro to check the kitchen, you decided to brush the idea off, remembering he left earlier that morning.

You sighed, shifting and moving your grocery bags around in your arms. You felt like you haven’t talked to him in so long, the last form of contact between you too being a kiss on your forehead as he slid out of bed. You made your way into the lobby of your apartment and up the stairs. You couldn’t tell why he was acting the way he was. You just knew that something was wrong.

Just like how you knew something was wrong when you opened the door to your shared apartment to see clothes caked in blood on the floor. You couldn’t feel your bags dropping from your hold. All you felt was fear. It doesn’t take much time for you to run into your bedroom at all.

What takes time is your realization. The realization that Kentaro’s completely fine. Wearing black joggers with his shirt stripped off, a towel hanging off his shoulder, he turns to look at you. He has a cut on his lip, but his face has no emotion. He just keeps staring at you, not a single word passing between you too.

You look down. “What happened Ken.” You look back towards the living room, motioning towards his discarded pile of clothes, already seeping into the carpet. “What happened to you.” You turned back to him taking a couple steps forward.

“Nothing.” He says turning back around, back facing you. “Some asshole had too much to say at a meeting.”

You weren’t sure what type of work Kentaro and his friends were in, but the past couple of years gave you some insight as to how violent it could be. “Kentaro,” you said demandingly. “Your clothes are soaked in blood.” You finally got close enough to him to turn him around and you noted how tense he was.

He stared down at you, this time you could see something in his face. “Are you scared of me?” He whispered.

You were taken aback, but kept your hand on his shoulder and the other on his face. “No,” you turned your head at him and frowned. “Why would you think that.”

He takes a breath, whether it’s relief or him trying to compose himself you can’t tell. He pulls your hands from him and pulls you into an embrace, inhaling your scent.

“Not important,” he finally says, toying with the bottom of your shirt. “Just help me real quick.” He kisses you, beginning to lift the bottom of your shirt, you’re distracted from the look on his face.

You can’t think about how scared he looked when he’s fumbling with your bra, grunting into your neck when you reach down to pull his sweats off.

You can’t think of anything else except the way he’s touching you, and the fresh scent coming off of him from washing off the grime and blood of a tough day.

You didn’t think you were going to go

home with the indifferent man who sat beside you for half a night, but you couldn’t deny the strong feeling of euphoria from between your legs as Kentaro slammed his hips against yours.

He grunted as he lifted your legs over his and lowered himself closer to your face, hands intertwined with yours. He moved his lips against yours and you moaned. He cursed and pulled away, biting your lip in the process.

He moved his hand down your body and you mewled, thrusting against him.

“Fuck!” He shouted, touching you, and dipping his head. You grabbed his shoulder with your free hand, trying to urge him closer. “You want me, baby?” you nodded, squinting your eyes closed and moaning. “Yeah, you want me.”

He moved his hand from you, up your body, resting on your breast for a moment, before he harshly gripped your throat. “Kyo-” you tried to say, but were overpowered by his strength and the urge to moan.

You arched your back, still trying to get closer to him. He finally caught on to the way you were flexing, and kissed you hard. He continued to pump himself in and out of you, taking time to grind into you causing you to release cut-off moans and gasps.

“Come on, baby, cum for me.” He tightened his grip on your throat, dragging his face along your neck and thrusting harder. He pushes you closer and you squeezed his hand, shaking and squeezing his cock.

“Kyo…tani” you croak, but he’s not listening, he’s pounding into you harder, holding you tighter, and now kissing you rougher.

He was close to losing control, almost crushing you with his strength, but he held back. He held back until he came, cumming inside of you and growling into your ear.

You both were out of breath but he continued thrusting into you. It took a moment for him to settle down, releasing his tight grip on you and collapsing on top of you. He rolled to the side and held you, tucking his face into your neck, taking big breaths.

You were tired and still catching your breath when you thanked yourself for going out tonight.

He gripped you tighter, kissing your neck.

He murmured. “You smell good.”

You sat still, tears slowly running down your face as the recent events of the day replayed through your mind.

Kyoutani stood in front of the counter, in between your legs, drying your washed face with a towel, and trying his best to avoid your blooming bruises and aching cuts.

You know he’s thinking the same thing as you. Probably thinking about how he bashed in the head of the man who cornered you during an afternoon outing with his friends. He was probably thinking about how scared you looked when he saw the dickhead from earlier that week groping you. You know he was thinking about if you were okay when the asshole started getting rough when you tried brushing past him.

Kyoutani set the towel down and sighed. He reached for you and you shied away. He ignored it and held your face in his hands.

“I killed for you.” He said. Staring you in the eyes and assessing the damage done to your face. You didn’t say anything and more tears rolled down your face. He tilted his head and took a moment to really look at you.

You thought about his question from a couple days ago. The fear in his eyes when he asked it. His bloodied clothes, now tossed away, probably living in some dump. Your assailant, and his bandaged body and furious face.

“He had it coming for a long time. He kept messing with me and my boys.” You couldn’t tell what he was trying to say to you. Was he trying to explain his actions, soothe you? Was he trying to convince you that his murderous rage was an outcome of the dead man’s actions and not his own violent tendencies? You didn’t care.

All that you knew was that you were scared. You were scared of your boyfriend. You loved him, but he terrified you. You started to sob. Wails escaping you as you replayed the moment when he repeatedly threw the head of the random man against a brick wall, not stopping until his skull was shattered, spilling out his most vital organ onto the pavement you both stood on.

Kyoutani didn’t try to hug you. He didn’t try to comfort you. Not even in that traumatic moment. He just picked you up and walked away, leaving his friends to clean the mess.

Kyoutani was never good at talking. Not even now. He just kept staring at you. “Are you scared of me?” He said, reaching for your face.

He didn’t look afraid this time. He looked tired, and serious. He looked like he already knew the answer and was just asking to ask.

You still didn’t say anything. Your hiccuping cries were enough of an answer for him.

He sighed and picked you up, carrying you to your shared bedroom. He laid you down onto the bed and after taking a moment to undress joined you. He hovered over you as you continued crying.

“I can still smell that dickhead’s cologne on you.” You didn’t know what to say to that either, you just kept still underneath him. He reached for the buttons on your dress and you stayed still.

You realized he was trying to get the smell off of you. He was almost scared of it.

The same way you were scared of the way he smelled. Not the fresh scent that you adored, but the metallic and almost deathly smell of blood.

This was my first fic!! I originally posted it on my other account, but I made that my personal blog. I also posted it on AO3 under Faerie_Lotus. Please please please!! Tell me what you guys think 「(°ヘ°)

#kyoutani kentarou #kyoutani kentaro x reader #mad dog x reader #Yandere!Kyoutani Kentaro #Yandere #fanfic #read the trigger warnings #first fic #haikyuu

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bbyrukia · 3 years

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Aone, Asahi, matsuwaka, Bokuto, and ushijima has the biggest dicks in haikyuu. Change my mind.

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #aone smut #aone x reader #asahi smut #asahi x reader #issei smut #issei x reader #matsuwaka smut #matsuwaka x reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto smut #ushijima x reader #ushijima smut

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denji-core · 3 years

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〔 🌞 〕 clothes — ⊹

𖧷 - suna, kiyoomi, akaashi, matsukawa x gn!r

𖧷 - fluff; scenarios / a few curse words in suna & issei's, not proofread

𖧷 - wc. 848

𖧷 - an. issei, pls be real already </3

masterlist | taglist form | rbs appreciated

suna

"is that my hoodie?" you freeze at the sound of suna's voice behind you and slowly turn around, "uhmm yes, do you want me to take it off?" he looks at you, almost offended. "i never said that, baby, was just wondering if it was mine." he grins at you, arms looping around your waist loosely. "but, you already know it's yours, rin." you look at him confused, urging him to get to his point already. "yeah that's true, i just wanted to hear you say you wearing my hoodie." "well in that case, yes rintaro, i am wearing your hoodie." he nods, chuckling, "i can see that, silly." he teases, "but no, don't take it off, you look too adorable, i wanna treasure this moment." "babe, i wear your clothes all the time..." "yeah i know, but something about this one is different." he hums, still thinking to himself, "rin?" "what?" "you're fucking weird." he laughs out loud at that, "yeah i know, but you still love me."

sakusa

sakusa doesn't mind when you wear his clothes, actually, he kinda likes it. and how could he not when you look so cute in them, like right now, you're lounging around in his sweater and sweats waiting for him to get home from practice so you can have the movie night you'd planned a few days prior. you perk up as soon as you hear his keys rattling outside, immediately going to greet him. "omi." "hi baby, let me change and we can-" he's cut off by you hugging him, "i missed you, omi." he drops his gym bag so he can wrap his arms around you, "missed you too, angel. let me get changed and we can start the movie okay?" he squeezes you before letting go, giving you a quick kiss. it's not long before you're both cuddling on the couch, waiting for the movie you'd both picked out to start, "you know, you look cute that sweatshirt of mine." he chuckles a bit, kissing your cheek before pulling you closer, "do i?" "mhm, might just have you keep the thing, think i like it better on you."

akaashi

don't get akaashi wrong, he loves when you wear his clothes, he thinks you look absolutely adorable- but, he'd be lying if he didn't notice his closet becoming... bare. "angel, we have to talk." as soon as you come into view his heart swells at the sight of you in one of his sweaters, god- how was he supposed to confront you like this? "keiji? what is it, baby?" your face looks kind of worried, truth be told you were, i mean how else are you supposed to feel when your partner tells you that you need to talk? he motions for you to come closer, which you do, now standing in between his legs as he sits on the couch. "i just..." he begins and though you urge him to go on, he decides he just can't do it. he can't confront over something like this. "i just wanted to tell you that i love you." you instantly relax, "baby, is that all you had to tell me?" he nods, looking you in the eye and you would've confronted him over his lie had he not looked nervous. "well, i love you too keiji. dunno why you had to scare me like that though, thought you were gonna tell me i couldn't wear your clothes anymore." you joke and he laughs extremely awkwardly, "haha yeah no, i would never!"

matsukawa

"i'm home, baby." issei's voice fills the apartment as he closes the door, and you're in front of him almost moments later, engulfing him in a hug immediately. "woah, gotta put my stuff down, hold on." he chuckles, tossing his keys on the table by the front door, as well as whatever else he had in his hands at the time, "you miss me this much?" he grins at you as you burry your face in his chest, that's when he notices the familiar blueish green hoodie he's so fond of. "baby-" his large, calloused hands cup your face as you look up at him, "hm?" "you looks so cute in my hoodie, did you know that?" your eyes widen, face heating up almost immediately, "oh shit- i... i mean to take it off before you got here. i know it's your favorite but i just missed you a lot and... it felt like you were hugging me when i put it on so... i'll take it off-" "hey, did you not hear me?" "hear you?" "yeah, i said you looked cute in it. so wear it as long as you want, i don't mind." hours go by and he's still thinking about why you put the sweatshirt on in the first place, his cheeks turn pink at the thought and he can't fight the smile on his face when he comes home the next day to you asleep on the couch in the same blueish-green sweatshirt.

taglist ⊹ @nxvacaine @sergeant102105 @samus-bub @escapenightmare

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t0shii · 3 years

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% crawling under their hoodie

.! timeskip! suna, bokuto, kageyama, matsukawa(sep) x gn!r

.! fluff/ not proofread

.! me, i wanna crawl under suna hoodie! me i do ALSO this idea was sort of inspired by @hvnlydmn u can find her post here totally forgot this earlier 🤕

suna

suna looks down from his phone to you as he feels his hoodie being lifted, "watcha doin baby?" he asks, lips curling into a grin, though you don't reply, instead your place your head underneath the fabric, sighing contently at the the feeling of his warm skin against your cheek. "'m just gonna lay here for a bit." you mutter, eyelids already feeling heavy, "m'kay, are you comfortable?" he asks, chuckling as you reply a groggy, "mhm." suna places a hand on your back, whispering a "sleep well," when he feels your breathing slow and a hears a soft snore come from underneath his hoodie.

bokuto

bokuto is confused as you lift his hoodie, "baby if you wanted to see my muscles you could'a asked." he teases, grin falling when you don't reply, instead laying your head on his tummy before letting go of his sweater to wrap your arms around his waist, "you're so warm, bo." you hum and he can't help the blush that forms on his cheeks, "well if you were cold you should've said something, baby." he quips, patting your head above the fabric of his hoodie, "are you gonna nap under there?" he asks, though his question goes unanswered, the only noise coming from you being soft snores, "sleep well then."

kageyama

kageyama can't stop the red that paints his face as you climb into his hoodie, "y-y/n what're you doing?" he stutters, "it's cold in your room tobi, but somehow your skin is so warm." you answer, a breath of relief escaping your lips as you feel the warmth of his skin, "w-well if you were so cold you should've told me, dummy." "i like it in here though." he sighs as you trace hearts on his hip bone, "i guess this isn't too bad, are you actually warm under there?" "mhm, it's kinda dark though, it's.... making... me.... sleepy." your following silence and slowed breaths tell your boyfriend you're sleeping soundly, he supposes maybe he likes this after all.

matsukawa

mattsun laughs as you crawl under his sweatshirt, "whatcha doin' there, pretty baby?" he asks, wide grin on his face only growing wider as you lay your head on his tummy mumbling, "nothin, you're just so warm, sei." he rests a hand on your upper back, "i think.. my baby is sleepy, aren't you?" he begins rubbing your back as je feels you nod your head 'yes' "go to sleep baby, i'll keep you warm as long as you'd like." it's not long you're falling asleep; the warmth radiating off his body, lazy patterns traced on your back and low vibrations of his humming coaxing you there.

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fialvr · 3 years

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kisses w/ seijoh !

warnings ; none!

word count ; 399

genre ; cute fluff :)

tooru oikawa

- i feel like he’s extremely romantic

- he loves kissing you, especially kissing your nose

- he seems to be the kind of person that has incredibly soft lips

- probably kisses your knuckles when you guys hold hands

- i believe that he would hold your cheeks while you kiss, he likes holding his entire world on his hands

- i’m so sure that he would giggle while kissing you :(

hajime iwaizumi

- he definately kisses your shoulder

- you can be cooking, studying, etc and he would hug you from behind and kiss your shoulder AW

- he tucks your hair behind your ear before kissing you

- can be slightly rough sometimes, but just when he’s jealous

- at the start of the relationship, he asks for your consent for everything

- “can i kiss you?”

- “can i hold you?”

issei matsuwaka

- in my opinion, he seems to be the type to tease you a lot

- when you ask for a kiss, he will probably say no

- but before you know it, his lips are on top of yours

- also seems to be the type to laugh between kisses

- kisses your temple :(((((

- mum i love him

takahiro hanamaki

- tease pt.2

- probably gets really flustered when you ask for a kiss at the start of your relationship

- he doesn’t kiss you a lot, because he prefers to show his love through acts of service

- “oh you want cookies? i’ll bake some :)”

- cutie aw

yutaro kindaichi

- i feel like he isn’t sure if he should kiss you sometimes

- so you have to kiss him first most of the times

- he blushes quite a lot

- another one that shows his love through acts of service

- “i got you some flowers :)”

akira kunimi

- he also isn’t a fan of kissing

- but when you guys do, his kisses seem to linger

- like, he would stay there for a while, looking into your eyes

- blushes but tries to hide it

kentaro kyotani

- his kisses are rough and drawn out sometimes

- it’s very rare for you guys to kiss though

- prefers showing his love through words of affirmation

- “that wasn’t so bad.”

- tries his best to make you feel safe

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writers-worst-nightmare · 3 years

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hi congrats on your milestone!! could I request matsukawa and prompt "it'll be our little secret" thank you!

When He Loves Me (I feel like I am floating)

Pairing(s): Matsukawa x reader

Warning(s): cussing, 18+ themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, pregnancy, cheating, stripper things

A/N: thank you babes! I love Haikyuu it is one of my comfort anime’s :)

Request always open!

100+ followed event

Pronouns: gn but reader gets pregnant and is a stripper so…

Issei and you have been together since High School of freshman year. You two where deemed cutest couple, everything that people wanted. However, there was always one problem throat clung to you like thick vines wrapping around your body and dragging you in thick and sticky water that you couldn’t see the bottom of. It was as simple as Issei and you where never dating each other. I mean sure you have been “together” but that has only been a few night-stands or drunk night calls. The two of you lived a life separate from each other and yet everyone thinks that the two of you are dating and asking when the wedding is. He has a wife but everyone thinks she is just one of those friends that you fort with a lot and you where quiet happy being single. Of course Issei and you had been friends since High School and everyone refused to believe that was possible for some unknown reason. It was finally what your high school called “throw back Thursday” where they dropped everyone off at a bar and said to get along. Half the people there ended up with babies by the end of the night. Since you where a stripper all of the men where all over you. You never really complained though, it was always paying great money and you some people where decent with sex. But you never seemed satisfied when somebody asked for a private show. Everyone except for Issei, it had been a running joke that if you became a striper Issei would come to every show on the weekend. And he kept his promise (somehow). Now being how he had a wife and kids the private shows for him always kept the steady flow of adrenaline going through your veins as he went down on you. He liked to live life on the edge and was amazing at keeping it both casual and tough during sex. It was dangerous, it was scandalous, and you loved it.

”Hey I am going on stage two!” You announced loudly as cast a narrowed gaze behind your shoulder.

“Is your boyfriend going to be there?” Kenma teased, his eyes glinting with mischievous meaning as he pulled his outfit over him.

“For the last time Kenma he is not my boyfriend!” You hissed, poking at Kenna’s chest. Kenma rolled his cat-like eyes.

”Whatever you say, can I join you on stage two? I think I saw some top girls looking for a Femboy,” Kenma inquired, you hummed thoughtfully before nodding your head in agreement.

You and Kenma went down to stage two and sure enough there where definitely some top girls looking for a femboy to fuck. Unluckily for Kenma they didn’t seem like his type. They all seemed fake and dull of personality. But, from what you heard, it was those types of girls that serves the best sex. You looked around the crowd before seeing Issei and waving to him before getting on a pole. Kenma happily joined you as the two you synced the dancing, the crowd was wild me sweaty as it was late in the night and everybody's last shift before new people came in. Slowly you got off the pole and went to Issei and straddled his hips. You bit back a fit of laughter as Issei jokingly scrunched up his nose in disgust.

“Why don’t we get the fuck out of here before Kenma starts teasing me…” You giggled, Issei nodded his head and followed you into another room. Issei sat on the bed with his legs sprawled out. You pulled out some drinks and looked at Issei.

“Do you want something to drink?” You prompted, while taking a sip of some wine.

“Whiskey.” Issei answered plainly, you giggled at the black-haired males request of drink.

”Something happen with the Wife?”

”That son of a bitch keeps saying that I am being ‘too distant’ can you believe it?!”

You scoffed at the man’s words, they seemed to burn holes into the wife that he oh-so-loved.

“Why don’t you just divorce her again?”

”Don’t have a good reason to divorce her yet, and you have to admit to picks up the fun in sex!”

He was right, you both liked the thrill that sex brought up when the image of getting caught where basically embedded in both of your brains. But besides that. The sex was the same, it was the thrill that made it different and made you crave more.

Issei

He is so fucking addictive

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Before you knew it you where flipped from the table and brought up with your ass in the air and Issei with his cock buried deep within you. He kept snapping his hips back and forth and back and forth. The sound of skin slapping echoed throughout the bedroom. Your tongue looked to the side and eyes rolled back. Behind you was Issei, he was hovering over your fragile body, hair sticking to the sides of his head. Both of you lost in wonderland as he kept going harder and harder. Hips slamming again and again and again. Closing your eyes you hid your face into a pillow as Issei slammed his cock in just the right spot where you see stars. You opened your mouth and moaned loudly into the pillow (thank goodness not out of the pillow or the crew would have more to talk about then you having a few hickey’s by the end of Issei’s session).

*few months later*

You opened your eyes and saw the third pregnancy test turn into positive, with a groan and a stumped Issei beside you you looked to the male for comfort. “It can be our little secret…” Issei muttered as he went on his knees and kissed your stomach.

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shotomyheart · 3 years

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dreams stay dreams

mattsun x female reader

synopsis: working as a funeral director and priest isn’t exactly what mattsun had dreamed for himself

warnings: sad fic, not too much about romance but you end up with him, death (not of mc or you), not totally canon, my tenses are all over the place, mentions of drinking, mattsun can sing and play guitar bc i said so

note: this was an original piece i made when i was 15 and decided to share by replacing my oc with mattsun. bc of this, my writing isn’t the best but i wanted to share anyway

wc: 1.7k

POV: Mattsun

I always count how many flowers are in the room before anything else. I like to see how much the corpse was worth to people, how much they cared, or if they feel more guilt for not treating them better. It’s like a game, so far the high score is two hundred forty two flowers in one day. Today there are ninety-six flowers, most are violets, but some roses are spread around the room in bunches. The room has about a hundred people standing or sitting near the guest of honor. Most are crying, some laugh about good times. I, on the other hand, view others while leaning against the wall. In respect, I wear an all black suit, no wrinkles. My brown dry eyes stand out against the black atmosphere, but somehow I stay hidden amongst the crowd.

When people start to sit down, a choir softly sings songs about how great Heaven is and God will protect all that want to survive the world, not live, but survive. I believe the song was “Redeemer of Israel”.

I hum along.

I fiddle with my fingers as my father preaches to the crying children of God and tells them to rejoice in the aspect of life after death and rejoice in the temporary life the victim had.

Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice. It is a common word in my household of just my father and I.

When the ceremony was over, I wait until all of the guests have left, the immediate family being the final six to leave. The wife’s tears are silent while the youngest child was coaxed by an older sibling— I couldn’t tell if it was a boy or a girl at my angle—telling the young boy to be quiet. I wonder if the child believes if he cries loudly enough his father will wake up.

The rest of the three, presumed, siblings hold onto another, as if grasping onto the last bit of reality. When they let go of each other, their eyes seem to gloss over in a new world, one of old memories that rained in front of their views. My father watched in pity.

That was the difference between him and I, well there were many differences, he looked at people with pity and I viewed them with knowledge. Knowledge of knowing what it’s like to watch themselves fall and their dreams to crack beneath their feet. It was a remarkable sight.

. . .

“The flowers go to-”

“Ms. Jackson, I know. They always go to Ms. Jackson.” I mumble. Another family lost a member last Tuesday and preparations were always the same. I set the six tables that rounded the room. Usually there were seven, but one of them was missing or broken, I don’t recall what my father had said.

At seven o’clock exactly I grabbed my coat and threw off my black tie that my father makes me wear to work. I unbutton my collar and shake off my coat once I shimmer into my rusting, dark blue truck. When I ignite my car, it rolls into the street with rumbles and creeks echoing into the silent neighborhood.

As the street lights become brighter and the people are louder, I slide into a parking spot. The Late Pool has bright blue lights illuminating onto the pavement as I walk in. With guitar in hand, I shift my way into the back of the bar. Crowds observed my every move as I confidently stride up the small stairs onto the dirty stage. The eyes of broken hearts and mistreated wives hanging onto the sex-crazed men that haunt the streets of Manhattan chug another fizzy drink that drowns their sober thoughts.

There was nowhere else I would rather be.

In the corner of my eye there is a large window and hidden behind the sleepless city was a church peeking over roofs and the dark sky.

I called to close the shades.

Positioning myself, silence echoed and my breath could be heard a mile away, but reality was people chatted amongst themselves, kissing and dancing to toxic music and to toxic thoughts. My fears wash away as soon as my guitar sings to the crowd and the dying club music shuts off. Ed Sheeran’s “I’m a Mess” flows off my tongue, bringing a more gentle feel throughout the bar. People continue to grind and shake off their regrets of that afternoon as my voice leaves my tongue and I cry to the Heavens and my Father and my dreams of tomorrow.

When I finish, the crowd rumbles out my name with a drunken slur and a tiny bit of admiration, but that could just be my tipsy state imagining and hoping.

It is ten o’clock when I have my seventh drink and my feet start to stumble. I ask for another. The burning sensation touches my throat as it swam to my thoughts. I threw my ideas up with my vomit as I rushed to the toilet.

Inside, a young woman approached me with a solemn face. Her cheeks were puffy, but I hardly took notice. Her black dress hung loosely on her and tear stains rushed to the floor. I would have recognized her if my eyes didn’t shift every two seconds. She took ahold of my hand with a firm grip and placed my hands on her hips. A buzzing moved in my pant’s pocket, but I was focused on the girl kissing my neck. I knew my breath smelled horrible, but she continued to kiss me with a fierce determination. The bathroom was messy and the tiles were old fashioned, I was pretty sure it was dirtier than my mouth when I ranted on to my friends. The night never seems to end, we drove into a sloppy night full of hope and wishful thinking, neither of us knowing the other’s name.

. . .

That morning I woke up with a groan. My phone vibrated in my pant’s pocket a few feet away. My dark hair stuck in uncomfortable places and my eyes droop with restlessness. The girl had rushed off to the bathroom to throw up while I kept the bile from coming up my throat, instead I take a deep gulp of air. By the fifth ring, I propped my body up and grudgingly moved toward my jeans. Sliding my pants on, I pressed the answer symbol on my phone and placed it on my shoulder and my head tilted to keep it in place.

“Hello,” I grumble. The smell of throw up and beer combined made my head spin even more. There was a sigh at the other end of the call.

“Finally, Mattsun. I've been calling you all night!” The deep loud voice on the other end made me wobble on my feet. I pulled the terror from my ear before I ran into something.

“What do you want, Makki?” I kicked a glass bottle away from my path to the bar counter. A young man wiped the counters down and I raise two fingers and mouthed the word “water”. The man nods his head and grabs two glasses and fills it with ice cold water. I sit down and grabbed the glass with one hand and the other held onto the phone towards my ear again. “Cheers.” I said to the bartender. He nodded and went back to cleaning.

“Are you even listening?!” I debate on asking for a shot of whiskey instead if Makki was going to keep on screaming.

“Calm down, what is it? I'm listening now.” I took a sip of my water and let the cool liquid flow down my throat.

“You idiot! It’s your dad…” Suddenly he hushed his violent shouts and I could practically see his big brown eyes looking up at me in sadness. The woman returned and I nodded at the glass of water to her. She smiles and takes the glass, chugging it down. Her face reminded me of someone, but I couldn't place it.

“What about my father?” I returned, impatiently.

“He’s dead.”

I don't remember if I started crying there or if I cried on my way to our house.

. . .

I count the heads of the people who entered the room. Today there should be about forty five relatives and friends arriving today. When I counted up to forty two, I began my speech of life after death. After a few minutes, Hallelujah rang into my ears as the women of choir sang to the distressed. In the corner of my eye, a bright blue light shines throughout the city, it seems. I go over to shut the blinds.

It’s been a month since my father died and it’s been exactly a year since we moved from Japan to have better business. It’s been three weeks and four days since I put my guitar away and it’s been one hour since I last saw my girlfriend Y/N, the one I met at the bar and later recognized as the figure who talked to the boy at the funeral. Our relationship has been speeding into a serious relationship, and like life, I can't slow it down. She told me I need a steady job instead of the bar, and reluctantly I agreed.

The church welcomed me with open arms and black cloth. I started working a week after my father’s death, rent was calling and apparently so was God. Things change quickly here, as suppose to Japan where there was always enough time to chat a bit and talk about dreams over a bit of beer. Now I realize beer isn't solving my problems and dreams are too high in the clouds for me to reach them, and so was rent in New York City.

So when I cried to the Heavens to bless the family who lost their member (a young girl of the age eighteen, some old drunk ended her sweet life of being a child of the richest family in the area, the Parkers) I cried to God to give me a window of opportunity to leave, or even a crack in the wall. The thunder outside gave me my answer. The dead stay dead. Just as dreams do.

#daydreaming.nightmares #daydreaming.longer #mattsun #mattsun x you #mattsun x reader #mattsun haikyuu #haikyuu #matsuwaka issei #matsuwaka x reader #matsuwaka x you #female reader #mattsun x y/n #mattsun x female reader #haikyuu angst #hq x you #hq x y/n #hq angst #hq mattsun

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whoreshijima · 3 years

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👉👈 Can I have...Matsukawa pweaaassee 🥺 and like....Sfw please...I need comfort...My mom has been saying mean things to me (whether it would be about my grades/how I look) and I just want cuddles please 👉👈🥺 if that's fine? Also...I love your work 🙆

Of course you can bby 🤍🥺 I hope you feel better soon, I know you’re beautiful and so so smart 🤍 (defo smarter than I am lmao) YOU GOT THIS 🥺🤍

Issei has been trying to call you and FaceTime you for an hour now, each time being hung up on or met with a message of “not now, I’m busy.” He knew something was up, you were never blunt with him or denied his calls, he knew it was your mum again, winding you up ‘if you don’t answer me in 2 minutes I’m driving over’ he sends the text, already grabbing his keys and making his way to the car.

Sighing at the message, you fall back onto your bed and groan, you were done with the comments that your mum threw in your direction at any given chance. Five minutes have gone by when you phone vibrates against your sheets, picking up hesitantly you answer the call “hey Issei..” “I’m outside, cmon we’re going for a drive” you’re silent for a minute, giggling when the next sentence leaves his mouth “get your cute butt out here or I’m coming in” you cant help but grin, pulling on some shoes and wandering out to the car.

The sun was setting, the golden light glowing on his face so beautifully. His hair a disheveled mess atop his head, dressed in comfy clothes his arms open for an embrace. Without hesitation you bury your face into his chest, taking in the scent of his aftershave and laundry detergent “Hey baby...” he mutters, placing a kiss to the top of your head, opening the car door for you. “Get in, we’re getting food and driving around” he winks at you, jogging round to his side of the car.

A strong hand is placed on your thigh as the car gets in motion, your favourite playlist is playing in your ears quietly from his speakers. You can hear his deep voice humming along to the tune and you suddenly feel at peace, the stress of your mum and the comments she makes, flowing from your mind. “I love you, Issei, thank you” He Throws a smile your way, fingers tapping against your thigh. “I love you more” he chuckles and pulls into the drive through.

He orders and pays, handing the warm food to you gently, met with a kiss to your lips when you meet halfway across the dash board. “So beautiful” he whispers, putting the car into drive and turning the music up, screaming along to your favourite song. You think to yourself, you don’t want anything other than this. You don’t want anyone else screaming along to your playlist as you eat shitty food. Issei is the only one for you. He catches you staring at him once he’s pulled up to your usual spot, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks “what?” He questioned, shovelling fries into his mouth with a grin. You shake your head, giggling and rolling your eyes “nothing you dork, I just love you”

You know he loves you back by the way his tongue pokes out to tease you, rolling his eyes at you “ew, cringe” but the way his hand meets yours, how your fingers link so easily together. He’s the only one for you.

I hope this was what you were after! Getting take out and blasting music with Issei sounds so good rn 🤍

#matsuwaka issei #matsuwaka x reader #mastsuwaka #issei #hq #Haikyuu #haikyuu!!#Haikyuu x yn #Haikyuu x reader #fluff #Haikyuu fluff

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angelatsumu · 3 years

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cockwarming hc's [nsfw]

hello friends! mac is back with another hc <3 the boys and their cockwarming styles <3

boys: bokuto, nishinoya, mattsun <3

requests are open!

warnings: puppy!reader in some, dom vibes in all, overstimulation in Mattsun's, dacryphilia in Mattsun's, Mattsun's just super mean, fem!reader

nsfw under the cut!

b. koutaro

bokuto loves to cockwarm, he is the cockwarming king. he just absolutely adores the intimacy and closeness of cockwarming

bokuto loves the little stutters when he shifts unintentionally, the way you squirm a little from the closeness. he especially loves when you're clinging to him while he's working, and you seem so small in his lap

for bokuto, having his sweet girl so close to him, so warm and tight around him, he feels comforted.

everyone thinks bokuto's too impatient for this sort of thing, but if it means he gets to be this close to his puppy, he would do it til the end of time.

"hey, pretty girl," he beams as your little footsteps make their way into the room. he grins sweetly at you, brows furrowing slightly to mimick your own frown. you huff, circling his desk to stand beside him, towering only slightly over your gentle giant. he looks at you knowingly, patting his lap. before you can have a seat he stops you, shuffling his hand under his sweatpants for a few moments before revealing his semi-hard cock. you blush at him, and he just grins mischeviously. you sigh, sliding down your dampening panties to leave your cunny bare under the shirt you stole from him. bokuto sticks his pointer and index fingers into his mouth, holding eye contact with you as he dampens his fingers for you. you rub your thighs together as the aching in your heat continued to grow with every second. your eyes flickered to his prominent member, pink tip oozing precum just from the thought of being inside your velvety walls. a sigh left your lips the moment his damp fingers met your puffy folds, sliding between them to redistribute your wetness. bokuto groaned softly at the feeling of your warmth, resolving on taking his time. you huffed at him once more, rocking your hips to graze your clit along his fingers, and he looks up at your scoldingly. "aw come on, pretty girl. behave." he isn't harsh when he says them, but they encourage you not to push him any further. his hand retracts from your cunny, and he immediately pulls you into his lap, chest to chest. you sink onto his heat slowly, his hands gripping your waist to deter you from bouncing on instinct. the groan he lets out, soft and whiny, makes your cunny throb, and he lets out a soft whimper. your face buries in his neck as he continues watching his volleyball tapes, blush slowly rising to his cheeks. "if you stay really still, daddy might reward you, hm?" he has a smirk in his voice, and you nod eagerly.

n. yu

okay so i am team small body nice dick so i firmly believe that noya is packin' a little heat

anyway, nishinoya gives me switch energy with a dom lean because he's small and wants to feel bigger

that being said, baby probably uses cockwarming as a way to make his pretty baby beg for him

he is not dicking you down unless you are on the verge of losing your marbles, and that's just that

it would probably be an ego thing, like you had made him feel small or something while you were out and he was just pretending it was fine until you're ready to get to action and he's just sitting there vibin'

"aw puppy, don't be so shy, come sit," he's patting his lap, dick in hand as he keeps his eyes fixed on the television. he tries to look disinterested, and that nearly makes you drop to your knees for him. you sigh, standing over him with a slight blush on your cheeks. he glances up at you, hand moving to swipe over his swollen tip before nodding toward his cock once more. you let out a whine, straddling his waist with your chest facing him, sinking onto his dick. he bites his lip at the sensation, almost forgetting about the end goal. nishinoya grins mischievously at you before sitting back against the sofa and directing his attention away from you again. the lack of stimulation puts you on edge as your walls stretch to get accustomed to his girth. yu's eyes purposefully catch yours before trailing down your body to where his cock disappears inside you, and despite his cock twitching, he shrugs in disinterest. you whimper at him, pawing at his chest as he directs his attention to the television again, pretending to be captivated by the replay of a random volleyball game. he ignores your whimpers, but with every slight movement, his hands get tighter on your waist. you work yourself up to grind against him, desperately seeking friction for your throbbing clit, and he allows two rolls of your hips before reaching between you and smacking your needy clit. "stop it, pup," he's stern despite the choked out whimpers he lets slip. your brows furrow in annoyance as you get comfortable in his lap, allowing your chest to press against his and your head to rest on his shoulder. "take your punishment like the good girl you are, and I'll be extra nice to your pretty cunny, okay?" you nod into his neck, sighing in relief. even after being a brat, you were still his precious girl.

m. issei

cockwarming is a punishment with issei, and there is nothing you can do to change his mind

this man is very into overstimulating his bratty girl, and what better way than to make her sit completely still on his cock and abuse her clit?

genuinely couldn't care less if you cry (well he would prefer it honestly)

half the battle is sinking onto his monster cock. the other half is getting through the night without crying

you relent on your tears to disobey him, but it eventually comes out.

would cum inside you by your second orgasm, but that doesn't stop him from torturing you endlessly

usually says things like "stop holding it, just give in" [i am writing a separate headcannon on forced orgasms with the boys→ yikes]

your chest heaved as you sat in issei's lap, legs spread with his cock deeply seated in your tight, throbbing cunt. your cheeks were warm with embarrassment and overstim, eyes closing lazily as he retracted his fingers from your clit. your walls squeezed him like a vice, eliciting swears from under his breath. he peppered kisses along your neck and jawline, pulling your back against his chest as he peered at you through the mirror in front of you. "i'm not done, silly girl," he smirked at you, right hand disappearing behind him. you squeezed your eyes tight, fighting tears from your third consecutive orgasm by his fingers on your clit alone. you whimpered, pawing at his left hand on your hip, aching to be set free. "oh puppy~" your eyes flutter open to see a shit-eating grin on issei's face, and you immediately let out a whimper. your eyes pan to his right hand, seeing your wretched vibrator he'd confiscated from you weeks ago. immediately your cunny tightened around him, and he let out a cheeky grunt. "awh, my little one is so-" he presses the vibe against your clit, starting on a lower speed. "close-" he kicks up the vibe's speed, "to breaking~". you let out an involuntary moan, soft and desperate as your back arches against his chest. you feel your high coming, the coil within you moments from snapping. still you relent, squeezing your eyes shut to fight the tears he so painfully needed. issei grunts in your ear as your cunny milks him, convulsing walls pushing him over the edge. he paints your walls with his cum, letting out a deep huff as he thrusts involuntary, earning another desperate whimper from you. "s'too much, daddy~" you whined, gripping his arm as he pressed the vibe deeper into your heat. "i know, baby, but you know what I want," his words were slick as they went straight to your heat, nearly propelling you past the point of no return. his left hand wrapped around your throat, as his lips met the shell of your ear, breath fanning over your skin. "you're so pretty when you cry, puppy," he groaned in your ear as he astutely caught the single tear you let slip accidentally. losing all resolve as your orgasm washed over you, you convulsed in his grasp, tears flowing softly as he pressed the vibe further into your swollen nub, erupting quiet sobs from you as your hands took purchase on his working arm, trying desperately to pull him away. "one more," he whimpered, your weeping pussy driving him closer to overstimulation.

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spikesbimbo · 3 years

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Drunk in Love

Summary: Getting drunk and confessing your love for your “boy” friend and fucking him was most definitely not what you expected to go down on the usual night.

Pairing: Issei Matusukawa x Reader

Tags: Timeskip!Tattoed Mattsun, softdom!issei Hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, smut, fluff, virgin!reader, Unptrotected sex, non-penetrative sex, fingering, oral, pussy/thigh job, clit slapping, sweet dirty talk, praise, drunk sex

Word count: 7.2k

A/N: I heard pussy job and I wrote a whole ass novel

18+ Minors DNI

You run your finger over the condensation of your empty drink, drawing shapes (or what you thought to be shapes, you couldn’t tell at this point) waiting for your dear friend, Makki to bring you a refill of your cocktail.

“Here ya go.” Makki said as he returned with your beloved Malibu Sunset. The smooth coconut rum bringing you back to your first and favorite drink that you ever got drunk on in high school. You smiling at the memory

“Thanks.” you say. Your reply being mumbled by the liquid already in your mouth.

This all started with Iwaizumi calling Mattsun up, you and Makki hearing “You wanna get wasted?” on the other side of the phone. And with pleasure, you two were already packing your stuff up, shoving yalls “pregame” bottles back in the bag. The three of you made your happy way there climbing through the fence of the abandoned skate park you were in. Needles to say it was abandoned for a reason, but what’s life without a little danger.

You three and the rest of the third years have been friends since high school, meeting in freshman year, and now including Oikawa’s girlfriend. You actually didn’t like Oikawa at first, his “pretty boy” demeanor making you internally cringe. But his personality grew quickly on you, being the perfect target to tease you and Iwa clowning him over everything.

Now back to you on your nth drink, complaining about your previous job that fired you because u got injured, even though you know you wouldn’t have lasted long there anyways because you weren’t that academically inclined. Bright? Whatever you wanted to call it.

And as-usual it wasn’t long before your crybaby ass immediately called Makki and Issei and “tried” your best to tell them what happed with your dramatic self-induced tears running down you race, while Makki urged to you to try to calm down and Issei straight up laughing at the state your were in, snot running out of your nose. You recoiling at the thought, hoping they forgot. (Spoiler, they didn’t)

But now you nanny for a rich couple and you get payed good to play with cute babies all day, sounds good to you! Luckily, you had the week off due to them going on a vacation, you think it was France, no, the south of France. Must be nice.

Cue to now, Mattsun chuckling and leaning on you and Iwaizumi; both of you, especially Iwa, being visibly done with his shit. Him reminding you about the times you bought him some random shit, which you went out of your way for since he always payed for you, like that chopper keychain because you said it reminder you of him.

He didn’t know what compelled you to say his 6’2, tattooed built self looked like a tiny reindeer but okay. It still meant a lot to him, hooking it onto his motorcycle keys. But you knew he appreciated it, despite his appearance he’s a softie.

“You wanna try this’” He says gaining his composure offering you one of the shots he got.

You took one of the mini glasses, not being the type to back down and promptly swung the drink to the back of your mouth, quickly coughing before it even reached your throat.

“This shit is fucking gross.” You coughed out bringing the glass down from your lips.

“Imagine being sober. Can’t relate.” He said taking another shot.

“I guess I should do that but ive passed the point of giving a fuck” You said sending yall into a giggling fit while somehow Makki was thrown in to support yall from falling over. You two carry on laughing ignoring everyone’s stares at you thinking about how much yall fit perfectly together.

Makki rearranges himself to sit back in his chair, far away, from the both of you, whispering “Damn. I’m really third wheeling.” under his breath. Getting a snicker out of Oikawa sitting next to him.

“When your best friends are ignoring you. Sad times.” He continues bringing his bottle to his mouth getting no response.

Issei chuckles and gets up shoving his hands in his pocket reaching for the cigarettes. Pulling them out while failing to find his lighter

“Fuck.” He muttered

“Any’all got a light?”

No one responds so you sacrifice yourself “Yeah” you say reaching into your pocket grabbing out your prized possession of a hot pink, bedazzled lighter that you did yourself, reaching out to hand it to him.

“Don’t lose it” you stated seriously trying not to break a smile.

“K’ sweet cheeks.” He said smirking into the butt between his lips as he walked away. Your face now burning up, hoping that everyone would think it was because of the alcohol.

You mind wanders, thinking about the “dates” you two go on, from watching shows you “forcing” him to watch some romantic anime, to going to the skatepark, to playing video games with the rest of the 3rd years (which you don’t really like but you’ll play for him) and him surprising you with takeout, you bringing out candles trying your best to make it cute with him telling u everything you everything about his day.

And you always tried to remain calm, even though sometimes he deserved to get his ass beat, like that one time he broke one of your favorite pair of heels. It honestly hurt him even more, he wanted you to get mad at him but no, you just acted like nothing happened. Making the guilt rise in him. Let’s just say didn’t have to lift a finger for the next few weeks.

You basically babied him, taking care of all his “chores”, mainly making him food when you were at his place knowing he hated doing it. Makki teasing you for acting like his housewife, leading to you slapping the shit outta him while trying to cover your now red cheeks.

You’ve never been so grateful for your attire at the moment, blessing yourself for not wearing your usual outfits of short skirts and cute tops, defending yourself saying what housewife dresses in beat up vans and baggy clothes. You definitely not imaging yourself in that position for the rest of the day.

You expressed that you just liked to take care of people, which was true. You always looked out for them, bringing an extra umbrella, to bringing cookies you made at 2 in the morning to school, always carrying band-aids (yes, the paw patrol ones you took from the kids you babysit).

You checked the time on your phone seeing it was late since the sun at last went down, your lock screen being your dogs to their complaint since they have a group photos of you all from high school as theirs. To which you replied “They’re my babies” getting a groan and huff out of them.

Seeing the notifications of your group chat you grinned at the contact name you and Issei gave each other; yall jokingly call each other pet names, his contact being honeybun and yours being pumpkin, even including Makki in your contacts as pudding bc then it wasn’t weird, right? no.

“What’re you smiling at y/n?” Oikawa cheekily asks teasing you. You turn to him giving him a dirty look, not having enough energy to deal him right now.

“Don’t listen to his bullshit.” Oikawa’s girlfriend says. You’re thankful for her. She was always on your side, being the only other girl in your friend group. To be honest you just wanted her and you to hang out most of the time, but of course to your disapproval her boyfriend and his friends had to join in.

“Fuck this. Fuck you. I’m sleeping.” You say getting up to her objection, the only thing on your mind wanting to retire for the night.

“You sure you’ll be fine? Let us at least walk you home.” She said already grabbing her boyfriend’s arm.

“Nah, im good. I live right down the road.” You try to say not slurring. The last thing you want is him teasing you even more, especially in this state, knowing you, you’d probably start crying at the slightest irritation when youre this drunk.

You started to “walk” towards your house resting your hand against the brick walls to not lose your balance, leading you to run into Issei. You stopped to watch him lean against the alley holding a cigarette between his index and middle finger.

“I’m hiding like a bitch” He says noticing you, resting his weight against the wall.

“Wanna be a bitch with me? He grinned blowing out the smoke out with his words.

You didn’t reply, just walking over to him, just being around him made you feel warm.

"Fuck its windy.” He says trying to light a new cig.

“C’you make me a house?” He asks.

You go up and put your hands around his cigarette, this not being your first time. Your hands wrap a little tighter to prevent the wind from burning out his flame. He joins you with his free hand helping, finally getting his cig to light.

“Thanks doll” He smirks.

“No problem princess.” You reply earning a laugh out of him.

He takes his first hit with his and your hands still wrapped around it. He gets an up-close look at your hands, noticing how tiny they were, seeing all the scars that he never noticed, making a mental note to ask you how you got them later.

His head gets close to yours for the first time in a while due to his height. You glance at his face, noticing his features seeing some stubble growing on his face.

“You ain’t shave?” You ask, never seeing it in the past, while he was moving back up, blowing the smoke away from you.

“What, you don’t like my majestic beard? “He jokes. Making you giggle almost losing your balance before catching yourself on the wall.

“s’too much work.” He starts. “You wanna shave it for me?” he says slightly leaning towards you. Handing you back your lighter knowing you didn’t need him to carry it because your pants actually had pockets in them for once.

You let out a soft laugh not responding again. He catches on, you got quiet when you were tired and he made out that you were walking towards your house.

“You going home?” he asks already knowing the answer.

“Yeah.” You respond more than happy to have him walk you back, him already moving to walk next to you.

He walks you home, you two talking about random shit, both of you forgetting about your skateboards leaving Makki to deal with them. And even though you’re drunk as fuck you’re still in the right state of mind, carrying a normal conversation with him. But just because you’ve built a tolerance doesn’t mean you can do basic tasks, like walk correctly.

When he reaches your house, he types in the keycode, your first dogs birthday, being glad that you, him and Makki have each other’s memorized.

He leads you into you house setting you on the couch, petting your dogs that ran up to him.

“Mommy’s not feeling too good” He said giving them the affection they deserved.

“Yes I am.” You slurred getting them attention on you now.

He walked over to your counter putting on the playlist that you two made together on shuffle, High fashion being the first to play. You didn’t like when it was quiet because too many thoughts would run though your head. You were in no way sad, singing the lyrics while you were laughing barely being able to hold yourself up as proof.

Remembering you were tired, he takes you off the couch and borderline carries you to your room, , setting you on your plush blankets that you had so many of because it was warm and comfy.

“Easy, there. Try to sit up.”He said, trying to ask you what draws your pj’s were in because he didn’t want to snoop around; neither of you being bothered that you were half naked, what’s the difference between panties and a bikini, he thought remembering the times you’ve been to the beach together.

Well it was maybe the fact that you were clinging onto him because u stumbled into him and he was closest stable thing around and you wouldn’t let go because it was cold and you couldn’t stop shaking.

He ignores his thoughts and grabs the shirt he got out figuring you don’t need to change your bra because you told him and Makki that it was normal to keep it on for a few days after they were in awe as you were explaining how expensive they were. You calling Oikawa’s girlfriend to prove your point as she immediately agreed with you…Sometimes you might have got a little too comfortable with them.

You hear the song in the background change to Love Songs, you humming along, “Hope you smile when you listen.”

You were still holding on to him, your boobs squeezing against him, him only being able to put a t-shirt on you, while you looked up at him with your red glossy eyes making him burn up.

You fidget timidly with your face now in his chest while gripping his sweater. Trying to build up the little courage you had. He tilts your head up making you look at him, wondering what you were thinking about.

You try to express yourself, but you can’t get the words out him having no idea what is going on in your head at the moment.

“It’s okay to be nervous sometimes. Tell me” He gently says reading your body language. He was intuitive, so there was no way you could hide your feelings from him.

But you knew you could trust him, him having full self-control, always staying collected and following through on what he said he’d do. He went out of his way to avoid any friction coming between you two, him never raising his voice or starting an argument.

“We need to talk.” You started. “About something important.”

“Ok…What is it?” He questioned rubbing his hands on your back. You were so nervous, were you really about to say this? Confess your feelings that you’ve pushed to the back of your heart for so long?

“I… I l… I love your face. And the stuff in it. and around it.” You spoke, being surprised you did it stutter.

He stood there, hands stopped moving trying to process what you just said.

“Just you, in general…” You finally confess trying to state three things at once barely getting your words out.

But he understood exactly what you meant, or maybe he was warping what you said to fit what he wanted.

"I don’t even know when I started liking you, but this shit won't go away." You restated

Nope. He clearly just heard you say that.

He doesn’t understand what’s so different about today. Yall have been in this scenario multiple times taking care of each other, sometimes including another into the mix.

You didn’t understand either. You just felt like the time was right, even though you know it wasn’t the best idea to confess while you were drunk off your ass.

But you couldn’t help it, your feelings overflowing, which you never until this day let get the best of you, being vulnerable and trusting is not your usual . Youve never even had a crush on anyone, him being to only in your whole life to make you blush.

Who you been vibin' wit and why I can't make you mine?

You should have seen the signs that you feel for him when he helped that lady that lives down the street from him set up her Christmas lights or when he first met your dog that wasn’t fond of men, but it instantly liked him. And you loved his selflessness it was something you admired and applauded.

“y/n” He tries talking you down, making sure you weren’t just saying this because of alcohol, deep down knowing he felt the same, you always being in the back of his mind.

You were generous with your time too, always being there for him. You knew he was softer than he appeared, he was tender, sensitive and vulnerable. He tried his hardest to not get into situations where anyone would get hurt, like breakups, arguments, and so on.

Which is why he won’t make the first move. He pushes his feelings to the back of his head. He values your friendship more than anything, but he can see what develops. If love is meant to be, it will happen.

I told you I am down for the worse or the better. But I keep sticking to you cause them four stupid letters

“You make me so happy. And I’ll always care about you. Okay? He says breaking the silence, trying to reassure you.

“You mean so much to me—something I can’t even put into words because nothing can compare- I’ve wanted you since that day you tripped and bust your ass in the school hallway I still want you even though you drive me insane.”

“Iss-“ You tried to get out only to have him continue talking over you.

"I love that you can’t leave the house without a jacket. I love the wrinkles that appear on your forehead after you call me crazy. I love that it takes you hours to get ready. I love that you always know how to make me feel better. I love that even when you don’t agree with my decisions you always trust me to make them. I love that when I spend a day with you, I can still smell you on my clothes; and I love that you are the last person I think of before I go to sleep at night."

You stood there awestruck for what feels like eternity until you mustered the bravery to speak “I didn’t expect you to feel the same way-” You said, being dumbfounded because from what you’ve seen treats everyone “nice”, were you really getting special treatment?

He tilts your chin up, locking his dark eyes with yours. “Baby I don’t know if your notice but you and Makki are my only people that aren’t my family that call me my first name.”

He has a point. You think pushing yourself more into him, trying to fuse your bodies together to hide, not relaxing what you were doing to him. He tries to nudge your legs to the side but you won’t let go still clinging onto him.

“fuck” He groans. You pulling back wondering why until you looked down and noticed. A smirk appeared on your face as you reattached your self to him like velcro. You were feeling bold, the liquid courage still in your system driving you to slide your fingers down his chest, looking him in the eyes before stopping at his waistband.

He knows what you’re doing, him being in this position multiple times. Does he really want to ruin your friendship like this? He hasn’t even asked you to be his girlfriend. He tries to push you off him already knowing you were gonna complain. But what he didn’t expect was for you to whimper out his name in that pretty voice of yours.

He tried to keep his calm, blood already rushing down. “You know what you’re doing”

“yeah” You start.

“y’don’t want me?” Giving him your pouty face that you know he’s weak for, hoping that’ll work, insecurity piling up. Was it because your boobs weren’t that big or that fact that you were dressed like man? Was he not attracted to you right now, only liking you when you were dolled up?

“Fuck” You think. You should have worn something cute instead of dressing like a whole ass man even with your makeup fully done. Its not like you were supposed to know you were gonna get fucked today.

His were burning holes into you now, thinking of how to say “No, I would be more that happy to fuck you!” to his best friend, soon regaining his consciousness finally speaking.

“Fuck no doll, ive wanted you for a minute. You know me better than I know myself. How did you not notice my feelings?”

You got me singing love songs, love songs, love songs

“You’re really hard to read” You replied trying to maintain your seductive act, resting your hands back on his chest.

“So are you.” He said lowering his head, you still looking up at him, taking in your gleaming eyes.

Sex ain't the only thing that's on my mind But you get me so excited, whoa

Your heart was beating so wildly that you could only take little sips of breath. His hands running down your waist stopping at your hips.

“Can I kiss you?" He asks "...yeah” you attempted to say as confidently as you could, nodding your head along with it.

His face bent down, hot mouth breathing over you. His lips slowly moved, brushing over yours, the liquor on his lips that you hated; only choosing fruity drinks even though you got relentlessly teased you for it. You pushed further into the kiss desperately wanting more. Your teeth clicking his from being impatient, wanting to suck him in. Your hands sliding under his shirt subconscious desires reaching out.

Irreplaceable Tattoos from your neck that drop down to your ankles

“You’re drunk…” he says snapping you out of your trance.

“So are you.”

He dove in for another kiss much more passionate than the previous one, arguably needy, pusing you on the bed to which you more than happily comply. He tugs back not letting his mind get the best of him, disconnecting your spit trial leaving you panting. “You sure this alright?” He says deep down hoping you still say yes.

You pull him back for your answer, your grabby little hands working their way back up his shirt. He gets the hint and pauses your lips rendezvous, taking off the turtleneck that he looked oh so good in, before seeing his unclothed body. You’re admiring his body in a new way, before just complimenting him whenever he got a new tattoo, now up under him tracing them like a lovestruck teenager.

“When did you get this one?” You quietly ask, his ears closer to you than they’ve ever been.

“I got it that day you faked sick”

“What! You said were gonna take me!” You sulked, turning your head away from his as much as you could, crossing your arms.

He let out a slight laugh before gently taking your face in his hands, guiding you back into the kiss.

This is not really what he imagined for your first time. He’s an old-fashioned romantic who likes to take one step at a time. But then again nothing was ever normal with you. That said, when he falls in love, he falls deep.

“You’ve done this before?” You uttered.

“Hmm?” He mumbles, unmoving his lips from you kissing you, moving towards your neck.

“You still with that other girl?”

“No. I broke it off her, everything that came out of her mouth was bullshit, and no she wasn’t my girlfriend.”

“You didn’t trust her? You added. Trying to distract him until you could think of a way you could say “hey in my 21 years of life I’ve never got passed kissing a guy.”

“Our relationship was purely built on lies, I’d second guess everything she said. He replied, wondering if you were interrogating him.

“Why’d you wanna know?” He asked bringing his face up from your skin.

“…No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck.” You bashfully admitted, thoughts racing through your head that he didn’t want you anymore because you weren’t experienced.

But he knew what was running through that pretty head of yours, his fingers reaching out to with your hair trying to comfort you.

“You’re a virgin?” He curiously asked dragging his hand to your cheek, you leaning into it.

“y-yeah” you muttered trying to move your eyes away from his looking down at his body.

“I thought you had a boyfriend before” he said, softly turning your jaw to make you look at him. Your eyes diverted from his arms back to his eyes.

“We weren’t actually dating” You quickly say trying to clear up the misunderstanding. “He was my friend and seatmate that pretended to be my fake boyfriend to get me out of some trouble” you spewed out “and I guess I forgot to tell everyone that it was fake.”

“Even if we were that doesn’t mean we fucked.” You sheepishly replied.

“So… what trouble did your fake boyfriend get you out of.” He questioned knowing how much trouble it must have been for you, miss independent, to go to such lengths.

“Umm, well…this guy wouldn’t stop flirting with me even after I told him I don’t like him, even following me to my other classes.”

He wasn’t surprised, you were definitely a sight for sore eyes, in fact the prettiest thing he’s laid his eyes on, your beaming eyes, your dimple when you smiled, your pretty face, your “ugly” laugh, he could go on for days.

“Why are we talking about this” You whined, reaching your hand back out to him.

He took a hint and continued kissing you, bringing you closer to him while you attempted to take you shirt off. His hands helping you seeing as that you were struggling, being lost in his touch, finishing by moving you up more on you bed, pushing your plushies out of the way, to your protested because “they had feelings too.”

He ignored you, bending down to pull your panties off stopping once he saw the slick coming through them.

“Fuck baby you’re wet” He breathed dragging his fingers across your clothed slit earing a whimper from you, leaving his fingers drenched.

Shawty, you wanna feel good, I wanna feel good too Don't I make you feel good?

“M’always wet.” you responded.

From what? He questions taking off your soaked cotton panties, tossing them to the side.

“From me?” He smirks bringing his hand back towards your heat. You not even comprehending what he just said, just knowing that you’re ashamed of how worked up you were getting.

You were in awe. You’ve always known his hands were big, but in this situation your mind wondered. His fingers were so much bigger than yours knowing you can barely fit two inside your with out it hurting, and not in a good way.

“Do you know how pretty you are? It’s honestly distracting.”. He says kissing down your whole body, stopping at your breasts, licking lazily around and coming back to the nub. The attention on your nipples making you squirm and he finally lets go, you grateful that he stopped or you would have almost cum, how embarrassing.

“I thought you said were gonna get them pierced” He remembered, you going on a whole rant about how cute they were.

“You said u were gnna get em with me” You looked back on, reminding yourself making him promise to get them with you because you were too scared of the pain.

“That was the same day you played sick and I got that tattoo.” He stated lightening the mood, hoping you can calm yourself down before you actually embarrass yourself.

He picks back up and continues kissing all the way down your body, you playing with his hair while biting your lip to muffle your moans and whine until he reaches your entrance.

He parted your legs, your pussy laid out before him, believing you no have reason to be shy about it either. He paused, admiring your swollen cunt and puffy clit, you were beautiful.

The feeling that he didn't want anyone else ever in his position overtook him. He let out a little breath on your clit and you thrashed around. He wasn't going to play. “I’ll take care of you.”

His lips travel over your skin, light and heated before settling himself between your legs, grabbing you by your thighs and dragging you closer. “That tickles.” you giggle, nerves making you kick your legs, almost hitting him in the face before he grabs them. He puts them down locking your legs with his arms, lowering himself until he’s on the ground facing you.

“Does it make you nervous when I stare?” he teases while your covering your face trying to hide the blush he caused. He puts his mouth on you, quickly gripping your thighs, his hands leaving imprints in your skin dragging you even more into him, deprived kisses taking over your body.

“yer so pretty” You purred seeing the sight of his big build between your legs, your fingers grabbing onto his curly dark locks, tugging them.

Issei moans, his voice radiating through your body, forcing out a cry, blessing him with your pretty voice. “I-Issei!” You cry, never feeling like this before, your vibrator and hands doing it no justice.

“Shh, just look at me, doll.”

You can barely make out what he says, so drunk on pleasure. You try your best, doing anything to see the pretty man beneath you. But you get interrupted by your pleasure, your back arching not being able to control your body, grinding down to meet his lips, heat rising in you.

He kisses through your wetness playing with your bud. You choking on your spit, back arching again your body tensing up. “Issei,” You beg, grabbing him knowing what you want but not being able to express it. Luckily he can read you like an open book, knowing what you want, driving you over the edge as he makes you see stars. “Good girl,” he sighs when he feels you let go of his wrist letting him bring you your first orgasm.

“Look at your thighs shaking so much.” He teasingly cooed, wrapping his hands around them, bringing you out of your daze.

Shawty, your body is so exciting

Arching your back into the blankets, letting out a whine “Want your fingers.”.

He lets out a condescending laugh. “You need to learn to be patient. You just came and you’re already so eager for more?”

But by the time he finished your body went limp, you were totally weak, body loose-limbed and pliant. Your mind clouded by lust and deep in your own world. You gasped out a little sob, unable to comprehend anything beyond the discomfort and the need to have it gone. You can’t think straight all you can do is take action, grabbing his arm him easing his fingers into to you.

It’s not too tight, is it?” you ask clenching around his fingers.

“Just relax… let yourself feel it” He says barely being able to move in you. Fuck so were so tight.

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” He added starting to thrust them inside you, making you let out a string of moans.

“Look how good you take it.”

“Fuck, you’re so messy.” He groaned feeling the slick running down his hands, before taking them out.

“Issei-i,” You cried when he pulled away, pleasure leaving you, tears coming back.

He shushes you easily, his fingers wiping your tears. You were so precious to him, your moans music to his ears. He slows down repositioning his fingers, making you let out a whimper squeezing around them. Your brains so crowded you can’t focus, can’t gather the strength to speak when he thrust them faster inside you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you fell back, fingers curling inside you, chanting his name over and over, incoherent words coming out of your mouth begging for more.

You pussy tightens as you cum, unable to breath, letting out gasps and whines. Him still fucking you, fingers not stopping, pushing them in and out relentlessly feeling both pain and pleasure. You lay there, wet in your own cum not giving yourself a break before you went and got what you really wanted, his cock.

His eyes followed the movement of your hands as they pushed down his boxers, revealing the length of his cock, that jutted proudly from his hips. He was so pretty, so virile and handsome. Wondering how lucky you were to be in such a position with him.

You pushed away those thoughts and focused on him, pulling him forward gently, but he followed his encouragement. One of his hands tilted his cock down toward your lips. “Open your mouth for me, baby.”

You parted them instantly, tongue sliding slightly outward, and then you whimpered as the warm weight of his cock slid into your mouth. You let your eyes flutter closed and swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock not knowing exactly what you were doing, but it was working, tasting the salty tang of the precum that wept from his leaking slit. You moved your tongue as the he put his hand into your hair, gripping the strands and pushing deeper into his mouth.

“You look so good on your knees like that. “He says meeting your eyes once again, almost cumming from the picture below him.

“Slowly, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” He says slowing you down by grabbing your hair, making a pace that you follow.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that.” Seeing that sinful look in your eyes with your redden swollen lips.

You moan feeling yourself drip down your thighs, getting even wetter giving him head. Trying to ease the discomfort by closing your legs, griding them together, trying to find some friction. Your ears hearing “That’s so fucking hot.” watching the scene unfold beneath him.

Your jaw hurts, trying got make him cum faster using your hands and lips together hollowing your cheeks. “Oh fuck, oh, Jesus, fuck yes, there, just like that, fucking Christ" he groans out, his voice sounded beautiful to your ears, knowing he was about to cum.

He finally lets go cumming in your mouth, you swallowing it all, trying not to wince at the taste. “Did I do good” You ask waiting for his reply. Your doll eyes, so red and worn out looking up at him for approval. Fuck he was whipped.

“Yeah…fuck baby”

I love when you get on top and you ride it

You get back under him, his cock resting on you, drenched and clenching around nothing, resting in your cum. You working yourself up against him.

“What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?” He says to your complaint.

“You’re not ready yet.” he mumbles against your whining. Spreading your legs, slapping your clit a few times before letting his cock rest on your folds. Finally getting “seated” he picks up your legs and puts them both on one of his shoulders your thighs warming his cock, your knees touching his cheek not moving, getting a kick out of how desperate your were for him.

“s-stop being mean” You cried reaching out for him to come closer, needing affection after all you’ve been though.

“Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you? He says leaning into you, reaching your kiss, tasting the remnants of the cum in your mouth.

He plundered your mouth and slowly teased his cock over your entrance, catching it against your clit and making you whimper into the kiss, clearly wanting to be fucked. Your kiss turned you sucking on Issei’s tongue and lips, biting the swollen pout until his lips were red and puffy. He pulled back and looked down at you, a beautiful mess under him.

His fat cock head pushed between your folds. The moan escaping both of your lips was primal. You were turned on beyond imagination and the way he was thrusting forward, spreading his leaking precum on your wet clit was almost too much. He quickly picked up his pace fucking your folds, his warm head brushing against your clit with every movement, but your greedy self wanted more.

The fact that he made you cum so easily made you proud. Just because you’ve never gone this far with someone else doesn’t mean you’ve never cum, you’ve had a lot of practice over the years, being insatiable, the sheets soaked underneath you from your previous orgasms being proof.

“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.” He moans getting your attention him.

You tried, you really tried, but the way he was stroking you, imagining what it’d be like to actually sit on his cock, the lewd sounds echoing in the background leaving you unable to focus.

He taps on your cheek eventually getting you look at him, keeping your mind on him by placing his fingers in your mouth you letting him, hazily sucking on them, not being able to close your mouth.

“Oh, baby, you’re drooling everywhere.” He grumbles. Your spit dripping onto his fingers, the friction of your thighs making him feral, moving at an even faster pace. Your body bouncing with every thrust.

“You gonna cum after I cum on your little clit? Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.” You sob feeling the puddle beneath you, time slowing, fire pooling in your tummy. Listening to his words you let yourself go. You come with a silent scream as the pleasure ripped through your body, your nails scratching his soft skin. Your vison fading to black feeling him lose his rhythm and moaning a mixture of curse words along with your name, feeling him cum on your tummy before resting his head in your neck while letting your legs go.

“So good for me, look at how much you came.” He says breaking the static. You whining into his shoulder, emotions high, never doing this before.

“I know, baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe.” He says. You two laying in silence for an unclear amount of time, him rubbing your back while you rest in his chest almost dozing off.

“Are we still…friends?” You croak out trying to hold back your sobs already knowing the answer that you two were defiantly not friends now and never would be just friends again.

“Friends don’t do this type of shit” He maintained grabbing your shoulders to sit you and him up. You were worried, did he only do this with you because he was drunk? You were anxious that you scared him away because you just poured your heart out to him and pushed yourself on him. You left your head down, tears already coming out to your dismay. You moved your hand up to wipe them but he beat you to it.

“Look at me… I love you.” He says holding your cheeks in his palm. You in awe, hoping that you weren’t imagining it, that this was real life.

“R-really” You question making him worry too, preferring to forgive and forget rather than letting this a divide between the two of you in case you went back on your feelings. You were so overwhelmed, never feeling love until this moment, so happy that the person you longed for liked you back. Yours tears running once again.

“Shh, shh, it’s alright...Don’t cry.”

You don’t even know why you were crying, the hangover already getting to you making you get a headache. You groaning in his arms complaining that your head and throat hurt.

“Ill be back” he says detaching himself from you, letting you know he was coming right back.

He walks to your fridge opening it to see every drink but water, having too dig through all of them, especially the absurd amount of apple juice guessing it was your “once a year craving for it”. He finally got you some cold water, putting It in a cup and waked back to your room.

“Issei” you whined not picking your head up from the pillow.

“Shh baby im right here.”

He sat down beside you on your bed lifting your head up. “Here drink this” he reassured, to which you ignored not wanting anything to go in your mouth, just wanting the day, or night as it was now, to end.

“It’s just water, honey, look.” You sat yourself up with his help seeing him in just his boxers, you remembering your still naked, not caring enough to cover yourself. He held to glass to your mouth, babying you, tilting it far back enough to where you could drink it. The water hit the back of your mouth feeling like a shot making you cough.

“I know, it hurts. I’m sorry but we have to” He stated. You continued to drink it, feeling the stinging in the back of your throat, him comforting you, calling you “good girl” which was unsurprisingly working.

He put the cup on your dresser when you finished, climbing back into bed with you leaning your body into his. “Have you ever thought about...us? Y’know, as an...item?” he said causing you to look at him with wide eyes.

“Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.” He insisted making you cheeks flush. You try to think of a way to respond, not wanting to keep him waiting.

“You’re the best thing that has, and ever will, happen to me. Not only am I deeply in love with you, you’re my best friend.” You stammer out, your shaky hands somehow made there way to his neck, letting them fall slowly before he grabs them dragging you in for a kiss before you got to even see his face.

“Everybody has always thought we’re a couple.” He continued taking his time kissing you all over your face. “Then I guess we should be.” You retort, kissing him back before you could see his reaction, not wanted to be embarrassed anymore today. But he caught you, holding you still ��Really “y/n? Like deadass?” He asked.

“Yes dummy, I want to be your girlfriend” You say causing him to grin swearing you’ve never seen him smile that big, before he gives you one last kiss.

“I always kiss you on the cheek, why are you blushing now? He teases laying back down, you following along. You just snuggle into him mumbling something along the lines of “m’tired”, he understanding and speaking to you in a soft, gentle voice while helping you to bed, so he doesn’t make it harder for you to sleep by being loud. “I’m here love, I’m not going anywhere.” He whispers into your ear mkanig your heart swoon one last time before you pass out.

“I l-love you issei.” You sleepily mumble.

“Tell me this when you’re sober.” He says stroking your head.

“Just relax, close your eyes...”He murmurs, your heart beating slower every second. Both of you together, lazy, slow presses. Limbs pressed together, chests heaving, fingers trailing down backs, tracing lazy patterns.

“Oh!…” He remembers. “If you really wanna get them pierced, we could get matching ones.”

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excuse me it's always hq halloween group costumes this and hq favorite halloween costumes on you that and never MATTSUN who is OBSESSED with you literally no matter what you wear for halloween

he just LOVES it when you dress up don't ask me what it is. fake freckles? oh yeah. fake blood? also YES. wig? no wig? sexy makeup? goofy makeup? clown makeup? doesn't matter. Yes, yes, yes, yes, and YES. and im sorry but if your costume involves any kind of choker???? double triple quadruple YES. you could literally dress up as your favorite cartoon character or a vampire bride or some dumb pun or just a random understated background character from a show you both really like. it does NOT matter how you look, something about seeing you all dressed up just sends him straight over the moon. I mean the man is in heaven.

you come out of the bathroom all dressed and ready, and he's just sitting there on the couch, scrolling through his phone. he doesn't even glance up at you, engrossed in some game. can you blame him? he has a pretty simple outfit, so he's been ready and waiting on you for ages.

"all right, babe. let's go."

the minute you speak, his eyes are on you. the way this man's eyebrows shoot up as he registers you omg. he takes a moment to soak in every part of the costume and his eyes land on your gorgeous, gorgeous face, and then he's jumping off the couch and dragging you into a forceful kiss, practically smashing his face against yours. the way he's grabbing the small of your back, leaning forward over you, he's practically dipping you to the floor right there in the middle of the apartment. I mean the man is kissing you like there's no tomorrow.

"issei!" you laugh, pushing him away. "do not mess this outfit up before we even get to the party! it took me like an hour to put this together."

he just smacks one more loud kiss right on your lips and pulls away, smiling stupidly, his eyes wide, his shoulders sagging, absolutely putty in your hands. "never take it off."

oh and don't even get me STARTED on the next morning, when he walks in and sees you fast asleep on the couch in one of his sweatshirts, hair a mess and disparate pieces of your costume in various states of still on, halfway on, strewn across the floor, etc. he tiptoes past you to the kitchen and makes you breakfast the best he knows how, barely able to take his eyes off you the whole time. he accidentally burns one of the eggs he's frying as he stares at your sleeping face, but as he tosses it on his plate he decides it doesn't really matter. he's too distracted, head just completely full of you, thinking that he is literally the luckiest man alive.

#the stuff of cece #shut up im calling SOFT MATTSUN SUPREMACY #I feel like people are probably going to say what??? you slept on the couch??? um???#well newsflash to all you are on the blog of a woman who does not have sex so this went to a surprisingly sfw place lol #matsuwaka issei #mattsun x you #mattsun x y/n #mattsun x reader #matsukawa x you #matsukawa fluff #matsukawa x y/n #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa x gender neutral reader #this is his moment on my blog im so happy with this omg #im having hq halloween brain ROT BRAIN IS SLUDGE #this is inspired by the fact that I looked so good in my halloween costume uhhhh YEP #haikyuu!!#ugh im gonna freak I love this im making myself love him WHAT #hahaha :)#me: writes for characters I don't particularly simp for #me: starts simping for them #yeahhhhh that's just the way #ugh wow mattsun I will sleep on your couch any time #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu fluff #its soft mattsun for the people #why does no one write him soft im!!! im here im your hero everyone here to write soft issei AAAAA

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t0shii · 3 years

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% afternoon naps

.! konoha, matsukawa, aran x fem!r

.! fluff, not proofread

.! god i'm so tired i need a mfing nap too 😩

konoha

rainy days meant lounging on the couch with your boyfriend. your body hugged snuggly against his own. binge watching a show the two of you picked out together. more importantly, rainy days meant naps.

you couldn't stop your eyelids from drooping, two seasons and 5 episodes in this show your boyfriend had picked because, "kotaro said it was good." though he couldn't really see you, your slow breathing and small whines when you took deep breaths told him you were getting sleepy, and frankly he was too, the show his friend had introduced him to was for more boring than he'd expected.

burying his nose in the back of your neck, he lets out a deep sigh, "i think it's nap time, hm?" a soft snore escaping your lips lets him know that you agree. he places a gentle kiss on the back of your neck, wrapping his arms around you tighter while whispering, "sleep well, princess." before he allows himself to drift off to sleep as well

matsukawa

mattsun opens the front door to your apartment with a tired sigh, disappointed when he finds the home seemingly empty. he checks through all the rooms only only to find you fast asleep on your side of the bed.

he tries his best not to wake you as he slides under the comforter but ultimately all the movement disturbs your slumber, he almost cracks a chuckle at the grumpy look on your face but decides it's in his best interest not to. "sorry, princess. i tried not to wake you." you soon forget your interrupted dream at the sound of his tired voice, "you're home early." you mumble arms opening for him to snake his way into. "i wasn't feeling well so the boss let me come home." his voice is muffled against your chest as he nuzzles further into the fabric of your shirt, you hum in acknowledgment.

with the way you're rubbing his back with one hand and running your hands through his hair with the other, it doesn't take him long to fall asleep, and soon you do the same, the soft rise and fall of his breathing coaxing you back into a peaceful slumber.

aran

aran wasn't expecting to come home from morning practice to you sleeping soundly on the couch but he couldn't find himself to be upset at the adorable sight in front of him as he tucks some stray hair behind your ear.

he cups his warm hand over your cheek, thumb smoothly running over the skin, a love sick expression on his face as you slowly wake up. "you napped without me, princess." he pouts, and you plead that you only laid down for a minute and you really didn't mean to. "i'm just messing with you, baby. c'mon, let's go to the bed, your back is gonna hurt later if you stay here.

he lays down with you once you get to your shared bedroom, "'m sorry i fell asleep." your words are muffled into his chest, "it's alrigh baby, we can nao together now." he mumbles, placing a chaste kiss on the top of your head. you fall asleep almost immediately, your warmth and soft breathing lulling him to sleep soon after.

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stardust-darkmatter · 3 years

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Being their Twin (Seijoh)

Summary: You’re their twin sibling that goes to a different school and manages for that volleyball team. The team gets to meet you for the first time!

Warning: Cursing, Crushes

Notes: GN!Reader. I focus a bit more on the relationship with your team and crush and then what your twin’s team thinks of you

Pairings: Semi x Oikawa!Reader || Hanamaki x Matsukawa!Reader || Daichi x Hanamaki!Reader || Yuzuru Komaki x Iwaizumi!Reader || Shirabu x Yahaba!Reader || Nakashima x Watari!Reader || Lev x Kunimi!Reader || Atsumu x Kyotani!Reader

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#1 Toru Oikawa || xSemi

You go to Shiratorizawa (I had to do it) and it’s fucking hilarious to you

Your brother hates you for it but there is also nothing he can do, your there on an academic scholarship and have been for the past two years. It was thanks to your brother that you met their middle school team while you attended KitaDai because of his rivalry with Ushijima who’s head is a brick. In all honesty you go to Shiratorizawa just in spite of your brother, you are both petty and there is no denying it. The volleyball team there loves you, you’re a weapon against Oikawa because you know all of his moves before he makes them and he has such a reliance on Iwa that you know how to exploit it.

You’re not just a manager to them, you help coach with tactics, strategies, and training schedules. Ushijima is like another brother to you while Semi and you are the parents with all your kids trying to set you up, even the fucking coaches while Tendo is your #1 problem child. Also, everyone knows you and Oikawa are siblings, you share the same last name and your both well known enough to have people put the pieces together. May I just say it’s hilarious to Shiratorizawa that they did get Ushijima’s wish, he got Oikawa at Shiratorizawa and you were all such a chaotic group when it came down to it.

As for Seijoh, they had heard of you due to your brother but they never properly met you until the final for the Interhigh. You already knew Iwa because he grew up with you guys and you loved him like another brother, you were well aware of his feelings toward your twin. It was an amusing meeting seeing as you just strolled over to them in the almost empty corridor while clad in your Shiratorizawa uniform. The team had a good idea on who you were on your looks and smirk alone but the mocking “Yahoo~” that escaped you was their confirmation.

The first meeting was rather hostile considering it was before a match between your two teams, the finals to be exact. Iwa was the least tense out of the whole team and that includes your dear brother. You don’t taunt your brother too much, you know how little self-confidence he has and as his twin you can’t just let him suffer like that. Joint humiliation with the other two third years? You’re all for it. Kunimi and Yahaba may as well worship you because of all the blackmail you have on Oikawa and Maki and Mattsun aren’t any better when it comes down to it. Watari and Kindaichi see you as more level-headed than your brother as well as more focused, Iwa is just wondering why your here again.

Your lovely meeting is interrupted by none other than Semi who brings back the negative tension in the air at the reminder of the upcoming game. He easily wraps an arm around your shoulders before stealing you away after you both wish the turquoise team good luck. You felt a small pressure at the top of your head and had a good idea that Semi had kissed the top of your head, what you didn’t see was the enraged look of your twin and his best friend at the action and you barely heard Oikawa’s shrieks that they would beat Shiratorizawa due to your tangled thoughts.

“Good luck Oikawa-san, let’s see if you can beat us when you have your twin’s tactics thrown at you.”

#2 Issei Matsukawa || xHanamaki

You go to Date Tech and you have a heart attack each time you see Moniwa because he looks so much like your brother? What the hell?

Not a lot of people know you two are related and you two rarely see each other outside of the house because it wasn’t often that you play each other. You both are pretty similar in the way you have an easy-going attitude and you pretty much go with the flow with whatever and it can cause you a lot of trouble so Date Tech is pretty protective of you.

Maki is the only one that knows about you on Seijoh and that is due to him being Mattsun’s best friend as well as your boyfriend since your first year of high school. You are truly what holds them back from causing mass destruction even when you seem pretty indifferent to most everything since you’re not prone to showing off your emotions and just do whatever. It’s why your first meeting with the whole of Seijoh was a bit surprising to the two boys.

It was the Interhigh Prelims, your last Prelims with Date Tech and the last Prelims of your high school life and Karasuno had just pulled the rug from under you guys with their indestructible duo. That’s how Seijoh found you, sitting in an empty hallway with your head in your hands while you silently cried. You didn’t want the rest of Date Tech to worry about you because of the loss but the third years knew how you felt because there was a tradition set in place to let your underclassmen thrive, the third years would retire, no matter their position. Your boyfriend and brother were by your side in a second and the rest of the team could only watch.

The third years felt sorry for you and the slow horror settled in that this was their last year too, yours just happened to end sooner than theirs. The second years didn’t know what to do to help cheer you up but Yahaba was the one that told you they would beat Karasuno for you and your team. Kunimi and Kindaichi were so lost on what to do since they had no idea who you were until you introduced yourself as Matsukawa (Y/N). They all liked you rather well and that evening they swept you away from Date Tech who honestly wasn’t that surprised about why you had been stolen away, the team treated you to ramen.

“Don’t worry (Y/N)-chan, we’ll beat those crows for you and your team.”

#3 Takahiro Hanamaki || xDaichi

You go to Karasuno and it’s simply due to you not wanting to go to a private high school so you chose to go to a local high school. Your parents are busy people and having two kids in a private high school would get expensive considering you have three younger siblings.

You’ve been team manager since before Kiyoko who is kind of your helper most of the time but is still a truly efficient manager without your help. Karasuno knows you have a sibling, a twin, but they don’t know who you’re related to but when asked you have no problems answering the question of your relation, Kageyama was a little wary of you since your brother went to Seijoh along with Oikawa but you promised you’d punch the captain next time you saw him. Daichi said no. You’re kind of a wildcard if I’m going to be honest because you can be as chaotic as Tanaka and Noya or you can be as calm and motherly as Suga which is why Karasuno’s captain had such an interest in you.

You didn’t properly meet Seijoh until the Preliminaries seeing as it mostly been brief waves, hellos, and good lucks when you met in the halls. Oikawa was actually the one that found you in the hallway when you were taking a breath of air away from the team, the first years hated seeing you upset and the second years were a bit numb but you third years were in pain, you had fallen so hard a few years ago and when you thought you had a chance it was taken before your eyes. The Seijoh captain tried flirting with you, telling you how someone as stunning as you shouldn’t be crying. Maki hit him upside the head before ruffling your hair with a sad smile.

The third years liked you rather well and Mattsun was the only one that knew you before hand while the others saw you as Karasuno’s Head Manager. They understood your pain but they wouldn’t apologize for winning and you wouldn’t dare to even take that apology in the first place. The second years were a little lost but liked you well enough when you ruffled their heads and told them they did a good job and they deserved that win they started to cry. The first years, Iwa, and Oikawa were the most cautious around you because you were very protective of your first years and that was especially clear with Kageyama. They found you nice though, they were glad you weren’t mad at them for taking Karasuno’s chance for nationals.

“Don’t worry about it. You lot may have won this time but next time we won’t lose.” After that you left to look for your team but Maki teasingly yelled at you to go find yourself a boyfriend so he didn’t have to comfort you when you got home. Lucky for him you did exactly that, it was a bit of a surprise but a good one indeed.

#4 Hajime Iwaizumi || xYuzuru Komaki

You go to Kakugawa High which just recently opened up a volleyball team the year prior, you were rather annoyed that people seemed to think your team was weak.

You are the only third year on the team since you became manager when the team began a year prior and you and the coach had worked hard on making the team possible even if you weren’t the best or had any overly outstanding players on your team. Things had become easier thanks to the team captain Komaki Yuzuru who had helped you build the team once he joined and convinced his friends to join. The two of you will constantly be working on tactics of how to get the team better and more prepared for tournaments but it’s hard when no one wants to have a practice match with you. Because your team isn’t well known you and Iwa’s relation isn’t known to anyone except for a few like Oikawa.

When you meet Seijoh it’s after the Prelim Finals that they lost to Shiratorizawa, they had gone to the local ramen shop to eat away their sadness. Things got a little side tracked when Oikawa saw you with Komaki making plans for the Spring Tournament so you could prepare the team again the boy thought it was a date. It was but Iwa doesn’t need to know that. The loud whine he gave was enough to give you a headache which caused the Kakugawa captain to give your hand a little pat. Iwa was a little surprised about seeing you there since he thought you’d be hanging out else where, he’s protective of you and when he saw you with the Kakugawa captain he was on guard.

Maki and Mattsun like you a lot though you’re a bit too serious for their liking but you’re organized and very efficient. Oikawa already knows you and has claimed you as his sibling so he’s pretty protective of you as well. Yahaba and Watari like and respect you a lot because you’ve had to deal with Iwa and Oikawa for how long? Kunimi and Kindaichi find your passion to be strong, you truly care about your team and want them to go stronger even if you have to push them it kind of reminds them of Kageyama in some ways. When Mad-Dog comes around you are the only one other than Iwa he’ll listen to because you intimidate him for some reason. He also has a crush on you and sees Komaki as a threat as he probably should.

“Well we’re actually here on a date so please leave us be, I’m sure (Y/N) can talk to you later considering she lives with your vice-captain so please leave so we can enjoy our date.”

#6 Shigeru Yahaba || xShirabu

You got to Shiratorizawa and your dating Shirabu, it’s the most hilarious thing in the world to Tendo

The teams know you and Yahaba are related because you two bicker like all the time, stupid creampuff twins. You two are two halves of a whole idiot and it’s chaotic to say the least because dear lord is a mess to have you two in the same room; Watari and Shirabu typically have to split you two apart though the salty setter is reluctant he’ll follow Ushijima’s orders. The story of how you met Seijoh was a bit strange because it had taken place at a training camp Shiratorizawa had been holding the year prior and Seijoh had to come.

The two teams are such rivals and you’re in it for the ride. You love to rile up your brother, it’s the best thing in the world for you to do so that’s all you were doing during the training camp. Of course you did your job but you had fun getting on your brother’s nerves, which is how you and Shirabu ended up together because those two are rivals an you and Shirabu are spiteful and petty bitches so what did you do to break Yahaba? You pretended to date the whole training camp. Shiratorizawa found it rather amusing but they were also not that surprised, Semi also commented how it looked like you two weren’t acting because you weren’t. Yahaba almost lost it when you gave the salty setter a kiss on the cheek.

Maki and Mattsun find you hilarious once they found out it was a prank by Shirabu and you but they agreed with Semi so you found yourself locked in a supply closet until you two confessed. Oikawa scolded you for teasing his precious student but you just flipped him off and Iwa loves you for it, he finds you pretty amusing but is surprised and worried about how spiteful and petty you can be. Watari gets a headache when you and Yahaba are in the same room because holy shit do you two bicker or go after each other but he’s used to it. The first years were amused and you and Kunimi got along great considering you both loved blackmail on people, especially Yahaba and Oikawa.

“Every time this happens and each time it’s a mistake,” Watari sighed.

#7 Shinji Watari || xNakashima

You go to Wakutani Minami High and you love it, the team isn’t that chaotic and you are all pretty calm and easy going. No one knows you two are related because you’re both so quiet and don’t like the spotlight

Your team is part of your family and they cherish you because you’re their only manager who is extremely quiet. It doesn’t help that Wakutani’s captain, Takeru Nakashima, was very protective of you due to having feelings for you but would try and fail to brush it off. As I said the team is part of your family so when team bonding happens at Nakashima’s place it’s typical that it’ll become a sleepover (if you’re a girl you’ll sleep in another room if you want if your a guy you’ll sleep in the living room with the boys). These sleepovers were common for the weekend before and during a tournament because it was just a feeling of closeness bonds the team. One of these sleepovers was interrupted by your twin needing you to bring something he forgot at home.

Watari is forgetful and often leaves for practice on Saturday morning in a rush for sleeping in too late and he forgets things; keys, money, gifts, his gym bag, shoes, etc. This time he forgot his wallet and Seijoh was supposed to go out to hang out at the mall later that day so you being the nice twin you are, agree to help him. You didn’t change out of your sweatpants and sleep shirt but you grabbed a random Wakutani jacket off the ground because it’s too cold in the mornings and left a note to your boys so they wouldn’t worry they still would though.

When you arrived at Seijoh the players had no idea who you were other than some stranger wearing a Wakutani volleyball jacket that was too big for you while looking like you just rolled out of bed because you did. You easily spotted your brother and walked over to him before handing over his wallet which he quietly thanked you for. Everyone figured out who you were after Watari introduced you and they all immediately liked you because of you small act of kindness toward your brother. You’ve been adopted by IwaOi and there is no escape, Mattsun and Maki want to corrupt you with pranks and vines but Yahaba scolds them into submission. Kindaichi thinks your nice and also very tired which is also why Kunimi respects you because sleep buddies. You’re a quiet person but the amount of naps you take makes people wonder how much sleep you actually get. You got a frantic call from Nakashima who was panicking with the rest of Wakutani on where you were.

“I was just bringing my brother some stuff at Seijoh.”

“BROTHER? WAIT— YOU’RE AT SEIJOH? WE’LL BE RIGHT THERE.”

“Takeru, no.”

#12 Yutaro Kindaichi || xNone

You go to Johzenji and no one beside Kunimi knows you two are related due to you both being first years

You have a good relationship with your team, you and the other two managers are all so done with the team and you better believe Terushima is going to give you a headache 24/7. I’ll be frank you’re nervous for when Hana leaves next year and leaves you and Runa to deal with the boys because you’re not ready. You’re not one that deals with chaos easily which is why Johzenji is so hectic to you but you wouldn’t trade your boys for the world. They treat you and Runa like little siblings and will try and intimidate anyone that comes near you two. When you’re pissed off they are terrified of you.

It was actually a practice match, both teams are in the top 4 in the prefecture after all it’s only right that they’ll end up practicing with you in the future. Seijoh was holding the meeting and Johzenji had arrived early for once and Kindaichi was surprised to see you. He wasn’t aware you were a volleyball manager, you never were the year prior or at all during junior high so he immediately blurted out the question like the impulsive person he was. Kunimi recognized you because you two went to school together and shared most of your classes in junior high also you were his best friend’s twin.

Kunimi liked you a lot, you two tended to gang up on your brother and tease him to death. Oikawa and Iwaizumi faintly remember you but not overly much seeing as you never interacted before but they can tell you’re the more sensible one out of you and Kindaichi. Watari and Yahaba like you well enough but don’t know what to make of you since not only are you a year younger than them but they know next to nothing about you other than you’re Kindaichi’s twin. Mattsun and Maki are amused by you but they only like you so much since you stop their pranks during the practice match as well as your team’s chaos. The whole team respects you because not just anyone can manager Johzenji but the three of you managers put up with it and deal with them.

“TERUSHIMA IF YOU TRY TO THROW ANOTHER GLITTER BOMB AT SEIJOH SO HELP ME— WAIT, WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET THE FUCKING GLITTER BOMBS?”

“Mattsun and Maki gave them to me! Please don’t kill me!”

“MATTSUN-SAN! MAKI-SAN!”

#13 Akira Kunimi || xLev

You go to Nekoma due to your parents getting divorced and your dad taking you with him to Tokyo. You’re best friend is Kenma btw and you two are the resident cats. No one really knows you and Kunimi are related because you live in different prefectures and you both rather sleep than talk.

Yaku was the one that recruited you when he noticed you watching a volleyball match of a team in Miyagi and writing down stats and notes. The team was Seijoh and you were helping your brother. He asked you to become a manager for Nekoma and you’re reluctant due to you much rather sleep than put in time and effort to something not your family because you don’t have friends. Ultimately you agree and just like they swore to protect Kenma they protect you, two sleep cat children. Lev liked you a lot and everyone knew he liked you, you even knew but you didn’t particularly care enough to tell him to go away. He was a much more comfortable pillow than the floor. Kuroo treated you like a little sister since you were around Kenma so often. You’re a great manager who was highly intelligent but always sleepy (sleepy-chan who?)

You met Seijoh during Nekoma’s practice against Karasuno during Golden Week when you were looking for Kenma who had run off and disappeared. You too were no lost since you haven’t been in Miyagi for years so you were kind of wondering around when you stumbled across Seijoh, you just hoped they knew where Karasuno was. When you walked into the gym clad in your red Nekoma manager gear with a sleepy look in your eye they were all curious. When you asked where Karasuno was they were confused until you explained that your team was here from Tokyo to meet with the team for a practice match. They were jealous. When the coaches asked for your name everything made sense because you were Kunimi (Y/N) and were twins with Kunimi Akira. Kunimi greeted you and it took you a moment to realize that his is your twin brother that you haven’t seen in two year.

Seijoh sees you as another Kunimi except female and wearing red and they are 100% right because you’re 100% done. Oikawa tried and failed to flirt with you, much to your displeasure because the only one really allowed to flirt with you was Lev not because you were starting to gain feelings for him, definitely not. Kindaichi liked you since you were a lot like your twin who was his best friend though he was offended that he wasn’t made aware of your existence. The second years find you amusing due to your pretty chill attitude toward everything and the third years are trying to see if they can get you to transfer schools. They all wanted you to transfer schools when you asked your twin if the notes you sent back were helpful for the team because you could’ve used that time to sleep or help Nekoma because you were the one giving those detailed notes to Kunimi? Adopted

Kuroo and Kenma found you a little bit later telling you how you went in the wrong direction of your hotel. You wished the boys goodbye and good luck before going off with your best friend and his boyfriend.

“Akira has my number if you want me too analyze something but if you wake me up from a nap you better fucking run.”

#16 Kentaro Kyotani || xAtsumu

You go to Inarizaki because your parents are divorced which lead to Kyotani having more anger management than he formerly had, you however were much calmer about the fact though you were a little pissed off. Also the likeliness of you actually meeting Seijoh is slim to none because not only do you live so far away but your brother is extremely private and doesn’t like letting people close.

I like to think you would meet Seijoh by surprising your brother at one of his practices with Osamu after prefectural finals happened and teams are preparing for Spring Nationals. Let it be known that Inarizaki are extremely protective of you and will not let you go anywhere alone, this was especially after a few drunks tried to corner you in the street as well as when Atsumu’s fangirls came after you, they refused to let you go anywhere alone. Since your boyfriend was off at the Junior Nationals Training Camp he had his brother go with you to see your own twin brother.

When I say Kyotani is surprised to see you I mean he thought he had hit his head kind of surprised, that was until you tackled him to the ground and yelled at him from getting suspended from volleyball for a month. Seijoh had no idea who you were but they thought you were a goner when they saw you tackle their resident “Mad-Dog” to the ground without hesitation. They had all noted Osamu’s and your’s Inarizaki uniforms and they of course knew what school Inarizaki was because you guys are a powerhouse team that has been making it to Nationals for years.

Yahaba and Watari respected you so much after introducing yourself and punching your brother in the gut. The first years were kind of intimidated by you but you didn’t really care and the third years were amused by the dynamic between you two. You were rather friendly and kind but you had a sternness in you that they could tell was used on your players. Oikawa tried to flirt with you but Osamu interrupted and told the brunette you had a boyfriend which enraged your brother because how dare you not tell him and let him beat the boy up.

“Since when do you have a boyfriend?”

“Since last year.”

“Name.”

“Miya Atsumu.”

“THAT FUCKER?!”

“I’d argue if it wasn’t true,” Osamu sighed

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