#mattsukawa smut

[llightshower]

haikyuu men hair pulling ˃ᴗ˂

pairings: aged up!oikawa/ mattsun x afab!reader

warnings: ( this may not be suitable/ relatable for people with coils/ tight hair textures ) oikawa: petnames (princess & cutie), grinding, riding. mattsun: rough sex, implied punishment, petnames (honey & good girl), teeny tiny sir kink.

oikawa

oikawa sat down and brought your naked body onto his. he slowly let you down on him. before you could fully adjust, oikawa was moving you up and down on his dick. you squirmed and whined, you hands roaming all over his back until you relaxed your nails into his shoulders. once oikawa had stopped you slowly grind on him. your head sank into the crook of his neck

“just like that princess, mhm,” oikawa praised.

you began moving faster and more desperately, one of his hands on your waist but the other moving up to your neck, his soft touch making your body shiver.

you’re movement was interrupted by a harsh tug on your hair, you were forced to remove your head from his neck.

“keep on moving, don’t stop.”

and so you did, oikawas other hand gripping your waist tighter. his cock twitched in you and he let out a grunt. you looked away, squeezing your eyes tight and your nails digging further into his shoulders.

he pulled on your hair once again, a little tighter too, “what’s wrong, cutie, embarrassed? i wanna see the cute face you make when you cum, look at me.”

you opened your eyes and looked at him, trying to keep your eyes open as his dick kept on twitching inside of you.

“mmm, ‘gonna cum,” you whined out.

“me too princess.”

oikawa’s hands ran up to your scalp and he squeezed your hair a little tighter. your hips moved faster and the room was filled with the music of your moans and his grunts.

before you knew it, your cum was mixing together. both of you were trying to regain control of your breath.

“again,” oikawa asked, a weak grin on his face.

mattsun

mattsun pushed you onto the bed, forcing you on all fours. his hands on your hips and, without warning, ramming into you. your back arched and you let out a loud whine.

“fuck, mattsun! mmph-“

he ignored you and kept going. you choked on your saliva, and the bed kept hitting the wall. your elbows were already so close to giving out.

one hand moved from your hip, making his thrusts sloppier and sloppier. he tugged onto your hair, your head bolting up and looking at the headboard.

“you like that honey,” his deep voice sent shivers down your spine.

you couldn’t respond, you were to focused on his rhythm, the way he was right on your sweet spot- but in just a second he stopped.

his dick was still in you and he leaned closer to your head, “I asked a question.”

you nodded, “mmm, yes,” desperately needing him to continue.

“good girl,” he responded and once again went all the way in, your eyes squeezing shut. you couldn’t keep yourself up anymore, your elbows became fully weak and your head sank into the mattress. muffled moans and the squeaking bed filled the room.

mattsun grabbed your hair once more, making your head come up, your loud moans were music to his ears.

“yes, fuck! mattsun im so c-close”

“well you better hold it.”

you felt your knees getting wobbly, how the fuck were you supposed to not cum like this? you couldn’t “hold it.”

and just a moment after, you came all over his cock, disobeying him. he immediately pulled out and flipped you over.

“what did i tell you, honey?”

“to h-hold it..”

“and what did you do?”

your legs squeezed together, cum still dripping out of you.

mattsun shook his head, “what am i going to do with you…”

#haikyuu #mattsun smut #mattsun x reader #mattsukawa issei #mattsukawa x reader #issei smut #haikyuu smut #oikawa headcanons #oikawa scenarios #hq x you #oikawa imagine #toru oikawa x reader #smut #seijoh #aoba johsai

[kiyoors]

baked expectations

warnings: use of drugs (weed), third person's (makki's) pov, i thought this was funny

Makki thinks something is up with Mattsun. Which is kind of a lot to say because almost nothing is ever up with Matskawa. He'd even go as far to say that almost nothing is ever up to bother Matsukawa this long.

"What is it?" He asks his friend, who has been idle for the greater part of the time they've been at this house party. You and Iwaizumi had quickly gone ahead of them, having spotted some of your friends, you'd sprinted off to greet them, a stumbling Hajime in tow.

Makki sloppily dodges a guy who's struggling to open the refrigerator door, probably in search of more beer, as he meets his friend by the kitchen island overlooking the living room.

Mattsun nudges his head in the direction of you and Iwaizumi, both listening to something a very drunk Kindaichi is signaling about.

"There's something going on with those two," is what he finally tells him, taking a hit of his pen before exhaling cannabis scented smoke. Makki blinks at him, and then at his two friends in the living room.

His brain feels fuzzy and some of what mattsun is saying doesn't make sense. "Did they get in a fight?" a new song starts booming from the speakers, and it scratches Makki's brain just right, "they seem pretty alright now." Whatever this is, he's sure it'll be resolved by the end of the night.

But Mattsun's eyes are still focused on you both. "I think they're fucking."

Makki blinks, his reaction a little slow as he looks from Mattsun to the supposed couple in the living room, his mouth slightly agape. You and Hajime do seem a little touchier than normal, he has his arm around you as you laugh a little too much into his personal space, but you're also both drunk, and he knows you both get like this.

"Huh." is what he ultimately responds, still somewhat unconvinced. Mattsun finally turns to look at him, bloodshot eyes meeting his own red ones. He can't help it. He snorts at Mattsuns fucked out face. His friend starts giggling, giggling, too.

"They're in love," is what Mattsun says.

"Yeah, and you're not baked at all," Makki responds, snickering at his friend.

Mattsun has a pleasant look on his face, he smiles at Makki and then again nods his head in your direction.

He looks just in time to see Hajime whisper something into your ear and you nodding and taking his hand, leading him out.

Matsukawa lets out a low whistle behind him as they both watch their friends (who are very much in love) leave the party without so much as saying goodbye.

"Expect a wedding in the next five years," is all Mattsun hums, satisfied.

Makki blinks again, catching the way Hajime lightly smacks your ass right before the door closes behind him, "I think give it three years actually."

#slowly getting back into the writing groove #this was supposed to be something completely different #but idk if i can tackle a smut scene just yet #heeh #Iwaizumi Hajime #iwaizumi haikyuu #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi haijime x reader #iwaizumi drabble #(kinda lol) #mattsukawa issei #hq mattsun #takahiro hanamaki #hq makki #jess writes!☆*:.｡. o

[lilsocksiswriting]

Paring: Issei Matsukawa X Fem!Reader

Summary: Matsukawa fingers you in a car and clues you in on his plans

Warnings: NSFW, no beta reader, Minors DNI

Tags: fingering, car sex, cheating

Word Count: 1.8K

Table of Contents

Chapter Two || Chapter Four

When you awake it is past noon, but not too late. Your mom still lays a hand flat on her chest and gasps when she sees you come downstairs,” Why oh my stars look who has come to grace us with her presence.”

“Late night studying,“ You tell her then ask, ”Do you mind if I borrow the car? The twins want to meet up for coffee .”

She frowns and you already know what that means. 

“I can take ya,” Matsukawa peeks out from the kitchen. 

Your mom speaks over you, “ Are you sure?” 

“Oh yeah,  Y/S/N is out with her friends anyway, so I don't have much going on.”

“Wonderful! Then we can swing by and pick you up later for gift shopping!”

Oh, right. Gift shopping. You had to pick up that photography book for Dad you ordered from the bookstore and still find something for your sister. You were really just trying to mentally block out all the family time you had to spend together at this point. 

“Great then. I’ll go get ready.”

You rush back upstairs to get showered and get dressed. You put a little more effort into dressing up just because you get to be alone in a car with Matsukawa. You pair your favorite docs with a dark pair of pantyhose, a turtleneck, and a jeans overall dress with some embroidered flowers on it. 

“Oh, you look nice,” your mom comments when you come back downstairs with your bookbag. “Are you sure that this is just coffee with twins?”

“Yes, I’m just helping them not fail trig,” you roll your eyes.

Matsukawa held his tongue about what he thought of you until you two were in the car. 

“You do look really pretty today .” 

“Thanks.”  You say smiling shyly and playing with the strap of your seatbelt. 

“But” he goes on to  add, “Nothing beats that pretty sight of you last night.”

“Last night?” you giggle, “What about in the morning too? Did, you lose track of time when you were down there?”

With one hand remaining on the wheel  Matsukawa puts his other hand on your exposed thigh and oh wow, look at that,  his hand nearly covers your whole thigh. He gives it a firm squeeze that makes your stomach do a little flip. Swoon-worthy, panty-wetting behavior 

He keeps his hand there as he turns down a street that will make it take longer to get to the coffee shop you had punched into the GPS. You don’t mind though. The twins will understand, and they’ll have questions, but they won’t be mad if you have ten or so minutes late.

He hums,” I guess you’re right. I got so lost in that perfect pussy of yours last night. I could probably spend days down there and not even realize it.”

“Oh, shut up,” you feel your cheeks grow hot and bite back a bigger smile.

“You really want me to shut up talking about how much I loved last night?”

Matsukawa’s hand creeps further up your thigh, his finger teasing the end of your dress. Your breath hitches and you look over to your sister’s boyfriend. His eyes were still on the road but there was that lazy smirk plastered across his face.  A warmth bursts in your tummy and seeps down to your core.

You too return your eyes to the raid. Since Matsukawa had chosen to take the scenic route he was now driving down a long stretch of road sounded by snow-covered evergreens.

“Ok, no not really. Not when you put it like that.”

You shiver feeling Matsukawa’s thumbs stroke your thinly covered skin just under your dress.

“Good, because you’ve  got me addicted, pretty girl.”

Oh god, there was that nickname again that makes you wetter.  You practically squeal in excitement as his hand slips between your thighs.

“So….that your hand’s  inching toward my pussy?”

In a brave move, you sink a little in your seat and spread your legs for him. Matsukawa’s eyes flick to you slumped in your seat waiting for him to touch you again, then back to the road

“Fuck pretty girl, you’re so lewd and shameless and I love it. bet you already wet huh?”

You  were but you urge him, “Why don’t don’t you go and see?”

“But I got to keep my eyes on the road, pretty girl.”

You place your hand over his and ask, ”You want me to show you them?”

“Fuck, please.”

So you do. Swept up in the attention you’re getting from your older sister’s boyfriend and wanting to feel his touch again, you guide Matsukawa’s hand to your core and push his fingers firmly against it through your pantyhose and underwear. A tiny moan escapes you at the pressure. You ask yourself why you bother with underwater.

Matsukawa swallows. He can already feel his cock stirring in his pants.

“Good girl, you wanna use my hand to get off?”

You nod eagerly and begin rutting your hips against his fingers that you keep firmly pressed against you. Matsukawa carefully shifts in his seat. His dick was now fully hard and straining against his jeans

“O-oh fuck,” you breathe.

“Feels good pretty girl?”

You nod, pressings his fingers hard against your clit.

“Fuck, you are getting soaked pretty girl aren't you?”,  he coos, and sure enough when he glances over there a damp spot forming over the crotch of your pantyhose.

“I-I need more though. It’s not enough,” you pout. The friction was great and wonderful, but you were so greedy when it came to him. Feeling him over your clothes wasn’t going to cut it. you needed to feel Matsukawa's bare fingers rubbing those perfect circles over your slick clit again. you want to feel his thick fingers stretch your cunt out.

“That so?” Matsukawa wants to give you more. He’ll give you whatever you want as long as you ask nicely.

And he doesn’t even have to tell you that. You began to plead, “Pleeeeease, wanna feel your fingers stuffing me like they did last night? Please make me feel cum hard again Issei.”

Said the man pulling his hand away. He lets out a Shakey breath. God, you make him so hard like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Matsukawa quickly pulls over to the shoulder of the road.

“Ok then, pull’em down for me pretty girl, he instructs and is surprised at how fast you wiggle your cute little ass out of that pantyhose and pull them down to your docs along with your underwear.

“Like this?” you ask sinking further down in your seat and spreading your legs for him.

 The dark-haired man balanced and arm on the center console so he can lean over it and slide his finger along the wet lips of your pussy.

“C-cold!” you jump.

“Sorry pretty girl, give it a minute. You so hot here it’ll will warm  them right up.”

Any argument that you had about his icey finger turned into a moan. Matsukawa gathers up more of your wetness between his index and middle fingers before shoving them inside you. The action has such a force behind it your whole body jolts.

“Fuuuuck,” your whine turns into a sob.

Matsukawa, that devil, doesn’t give you any kind of forewarning or warm-up before he goes straight to drilling his finger into you. The ‘schlickschlickschlick’ sound of his fingers rutting into you fills the car along with the heat of your tow’s labored breaths. You weakly grip at his wrist. It’s all so much. Eventually, all you can do is grab at anything you can and hold on for dear life.  His two thick fingers going deep and the heel of his palm rubbing against your clit.

“Fuuuck , I- Issei,” you hiccup, eye wide as you stare at his glistening fingers fucking in and out of you,” It’s so much,i-ah~ please please.”

“Yea? Keep it up pretty girl. Tell me how good I’m making you feel.”

“S-so good m holy shit Issei!” you cry, eyes rolling back and head thumping against the car door.

Matsukawa groans feeling you clenching around his fingers. You thrash about like you couldn’t handle the way the orgasm he’s brought you to. he is loving it. 

As you calm down heaving for breath Matsukawa slips his fingers out of you and sits back in his seat, puts the car back in drive, and goes on as if not a thing happened.

“So  was that enough for ya?”

You don't trust yourself to speak just yet so you just nod and go about pulling up your pantyhose and settling back down. You soothe your hair and pull down your dress that had ridden up past your hips.

As Matsukawa, drives into town you ask,” Do you feel bad about this?”

“Do you?”

You look out the windows and play with the strap of your seatbelt again. “To be honest, nah not really.”

“Then neither do I,” he shrugs.

“But your girlfriend is my sister.”

“And I wanan to break up with my girlfriend.”

“Then why not do that ?”

Matsukawa chuckles  a littel, “She’s your sister so you tell me.”

A frown sours your face. No one breaks up with Y/S/N. And because of that, you start to wonder if you two had similar devious plans. “Are you trying to get her to break up with you by using me?”

“Well I prefer to put it as benign a total sleaze bag-”

“I’m  in.”

Matsukawa stops at a red light and turns his head to face you. You look back at him with a completely serious face. 

“I’m tired of being treated like a child and I’m tired of being the laughing stock of this family,” you explain, “If getting caught sleeping with my older sister's hot boyfriend will change that perception, then  I’m in.”

Matsukawa, smirks,”You think I’m hot?”

You settle back  in your seat,” The light’s green hot stuff.”

You end up getting dropped off at the coffee shop 20 minutes late, but the twins aren’t curious as to why you’re late.

“Was that Matsukawa in the driver’s seat?” Atsumu asks upon you sitting down at the table. 

“It was.”

“And  the bitch is ok with  him being your littel chauffeur?” Osamu asks.

You pull out  your  trigonometry textbook and a notebook from your bag. ”probably not.”

“She doesn't know?”

“She doesn't know a lot of things,” you open your textbook only to have it shut by the blond twin.

“What does that mean?” he demands.

You smile, not feeling at all bad for being caught so easily.

“Holy shit you gorgeous, amazing homewrecker. Oh, You have to tell us everything, we’re gonna need to have updates. Stats, “ Atsumms smiles wide,” this is the best Christmas ever. Can you imagine when your sister finds out?”

“We have to tell the group chat,” Osamu is already swiping open his phone. 

You put a hand over his phone screen,” After your homework.”

 The twins groan, leaving it to the theme to be so excited that their manager is sleeping around with her older sister’s boyfriend. You hope the rest of your friends will have similar reactions.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu smut #haikyuu!! #privet stacks #mattsukawa x reader #matsukawa issei #mattsun

[tetsuswhores]

work outfit

multiple characters x reader

Warnings: smut, fem!reader, mentions of oral (m), sexual content, a little pervy character, husband!character.

A/N- reposting again cause tags were being a bitch. Let me know how y'all like it. A main focus of this fic is Iwa-chan cause it's his birthday and happy belated birthday to the love of my life

He loves it when you wear your work outfit. It's not even anything scandalous or "slutty" yet he feels the stir in his pants as you step out of the bedroom. Slack pants adorning your beautiful legs. He can see the little cleavage that peeks out of your shirt that is slightly unbuttoned. Your hair damp from the shower and sticks on your neck and the whole room fills with the dab of the sweet perfume that you just wore. He hugs you from behind, burying his nose on your neck and nipping your skin softly. 

“What are you doi–” your laughter broke into a soft breathy moan as you felt him growing against you, softly grinding his hard crotch against your ass as he walked over to the nearest wall, pressing you against it. Soft whimpers escape your mouth as his hands find the way towards your breasts and squeezes it harshly, crumpling that part of the shirt. But who cares? You look so professional. So gorgeous and so damn sexy. 

Nobody can  fathom that this is the same woman who loudly moans out like a slut as he drills his cock inside your cunt every night. Nobody but he can see your fucked dumb face after he makes you cum for the umpteenth time the same night. No one but he has to know that the woman who is held  in such high esteem in her office gets intoxicated as he fucks her mouth till he’s raw and both are shuddering in overstimulation.

That’s what he loves about you– he loves how you can be extremely professional during the day in your work. The woman whose intellectual mind is beaten by no one. Yet you are the same woman who is fucked dumb every night by your loving husband as he rewards you and your hard work. 

“Princess, you feel so good. f-fuck I’m gonna cum,” He groans out against your neck, snapping his hips against you, right at the spot which was enough to send you to haze.

“ we’re g-gonna be late– fuck!” you squeal out as he hits that one spot that has you cumming in mere seconds. You feel his hands dancing around your body, groping every curve till he reaches for your chin, tilting it up towards him and engulfs your lips. His tongue fights against yours at the same time  he increases his pace down below. 

He snaked his hand down towards your neglected clit. He took the nub between his two fingers, pinching it hard, which was the final blow to you. 

Your body blissfully floating in high and soon enough you feel him spurting his own orgasm inside you with a drawing moan of your name.

You breathe out heavily to regain your composure, feeling his hand caressing you to bring you down from high. The room filled with the smell of sex and of your own perfume, your slacks piled in one corner. He looks at your disheveled state and grins.

“Sorry, princess, you look too irresistible when you get dressed for work.”

IWAIZUMI HAJIME(28) ATHLETIC TRAINER, Bokuto, Tendou, Mattsun (this fucker has a very specific outfit kink i just know), Kuroo (he would ask you to keep his cum the whole day in your panties) , Atsumu, Suna, Daichi

Reblog or I'll shoot you

Thanks for reading

©- tetsuswhores2022 — do not copy, repost my works on any other platform. Please refrain from plagiarizing.

#happy birthday my love #iwaizumi hajime 28 athletic trainer #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi x reader #kuroo tetsuro smut #kuroo x reader #kuroo smut #bokuto x reader #bokuto x reader smut #bokuto smut #mattsukawa issei #matsukawa smut #matsukawa x reader #tendou x reader #tendou x reader smut #atsumu x reader smut #atsumu smut #suna x reader smut #suna x reader #daichi x reader smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #hq smut

[forusomimiya]

HQ guys with 🐱 (part 2)

click here if you want to read part one ⬎ https://www.tumblr.com/forusomimiya/710270827872026624/hq-guys-with?source=share [𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙢𝙖, 𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙖, 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙣] (sorry if the ships I write are not to your liking) SMUT +18, fem characters but not their partners. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

𝙆𝙤𝙯𝙪𝙢𝙚 𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙢𝙖

"so close babe, keep it up please" whispered kenma after muting the microphone, although it wouldn't be the first time she'd let out a moan with the speaker on. Feeling the tip of her boyfriend's nose in her hole didn't help her keep control. Quite the opposite. She fucked Kuroo's tongue until she reached the tingling in her belly that would make her cum silently seconds later. Kuroo moaned at the salty taste of his girlfriend's cum, hardly embarrassed to be heard by the young men who were already asking kenma for explanations of what they had heard. Kenma excused herself as best she could and disconnected from the game. She would explain herself later, now she have to deal with the tent under her boyfriend's trousers.

𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙮𝙤 𝙃𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙖

One of Hinata's sexual fantasies was to penetrate her boyfriend with a strap-on, and after several conversations and pouting, she succeeded. Having her six-foot-four boyfriend lying on the bed with his knees bent towards his chest. "Oh honey, this is gonna be fun." She omitted Tobio's moan as she entered him fully, and even though it was a silicone cock, she felt the pleasure like it was a real one. The thrusts increased, and with them, Tobio's pleas for more. Hinata wasn't used to cardio, but to see her boyfriend a mess, she would do anything.

She coordinated her movements to grab her boyfriend's hard cock and milk him dry. It was enough to see the white liquid covered dildo spurting out of her boyfriend's hole for her to cum after him. "God... I told you this would be a good idea." Tobio seemed to like it. He bought a couple more of those dildos in different sizes.

𝙄𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙞 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖

"No one's looking, so touch me" Mattsun loves to be touched in public. Showing the other men who he belongs to, and Hanamaki needs no more than a command from his girlfriend to work his way between her legs under her skirt, toss aside the expensive lingerie he once bought her and plunge his slender, long fingers inside her. He makes an effort and unbuttons his trousers to free his cock and play at the entrance to Mattsun's pussy.

"Don't go so fast. You wouldn't want me to cum that fast, would you?" She didn't want to, but the thought of being able to be seen by thousands of eyes heightened her excitacion. She only had time to be filled before she went to the bathroom and gave her boyfriend a taste of the mess he had made inside her.

#haikyuu smut #haikyuuheadcanon #hq smut #hinata shoyo #hinata smut #issei matsukawa #mattsukawa issei #mattsun smut #matsukawa smut #kenma smut #kozume kenma #incorrect haikyuu quotes #haikyuu!! #kageyama x hinata #kenma x kuroo #hanamaki smut

[mavrintarou]

[5:05PM] Iwaizumi Hajime A/B/O

Not sure when I had hit 1K followers... but I DID! Honestly, I'm still flabbergasted that people enjoy my crazy unprofessional writing! So, here's my first Iwa story!

Warning: A/B/O au; alpha Iwa (that was a given); mild angst (probably not even mild); explicit smut (c'mon lol)

Iwaizumi Hajime should have known something was up when Shittykawa wanted to go to the bar. He would give vague answers as to where Mattsukawa and Hanamaki was.

 He was slightly surprised to see half the bar reserved for him, with a giant HAPPY BIRTHDAY IWA! sign but what really took all the surprise out of him was seeing a specific person at the table among the others.

Y/l/n Y/n.

He hasn’t seen her in years and to make up for all those years, she was all he could see at the current moment.

He blinks, unsure if he was really seeing her until she smiled and he knew, she was really there.

He sat across but diagonal from her and could not keep his eyes off of her.

In the midst of the moment, his mind could only wonder what happened to them?

They met during their first year of high school at Aoba Johsai. Y/n was new to Japan due to her father being stationed in Japan for military work.

Her school ID card had the Alpha symbol next to her name and was one of the many alpha females in the school.

She was Hajime’s only female friend.

Even though she was an alpha, she did not express common physical alpha traits. She was much smaller than the other female alphas but when it came to dominance mentality and emotionally, she was stronger than the rest.

Towards the end of their third year, Hajime was slapped with reality that their time was running short. Oikawa was heading to Argentina right after high school while Matsukawa and Hanamaki was undetermined with their goals. Hajime knew for sure he wanted to go to college.

Y/n…

He noticed their one on one was slowly disappearing. She made less and less time for him and was always ‘gone’.

For a few times during their third year, she was on a short leave, returning back to her home country for personal reasons before returning.

She wanted to complete her high school at Aoba Johsai with them.

The night they lost to Karasano was the one game Y/n was not present.

In a way, Iwa was glad she didn’t see him play or witness his emotional breakdown.

He would never tell another soul how he had another breakdown after parting ways with Oikawa.

When he got closer to home, a sweet alluring scent hit his nostrils…

And he was confused when it was coming from the person waiting at the gate entrance to his home.

Y/n.

“Iwa…”

He breaks out of his zone, “sorry, what?”

“Cheers man, why are you so out of it on your birthday?” Hanamaki slaps him on the shoulder. “We must celebrate!” He raises a glass at Y/n, “it’s nice to see our little crew again. To Iwa!”

“To Iwa!”

His eyes did not leave Y/n, he watched her finish her mug of beer.

She was avoiding eye contact.

She stands up and Iwa panics for a second there before she assures, “I’m going to run to the restroom, be right back.”

.

.

She returns a few minutes later and Iwa swears something minty is in the air.

“Iwa-chan, what are you goals now that you’re getting closer to thirty?” Oikawa asks, swirling his drink. “Are you finally going to settle down?”

Mattsun nudges the birthday boy and winks, “don’t think I don’t smell that omega’s pheromones on you.”

 Hajime exhales, annoyed. He looks over at Y/n who is staring right at him with go-on-tell-us-more-about-this-omega look.  

“Y/n,” Hajime calls her name.

Her expression shifted, confused before answer, “yes, Iwa-chan?”

“How’ve you been?” he asked, diverting the attention to her. “You like disappeared off the face of the earth.”

After high school, they all lost contact with her. They were unable to find any social medias of hers.

“After high school… I went back home to the States. My dad retired from the military just for me to join.”

“You’re in the military!” They all shouted.

“Yes, that is why I could not talk to some of you for a while because I was in a restricted area.”

“Are you… done now?” Oikawa asked, sipping his beer.

She shrugs her shoulder, “I did my time and now I’m out.”

“What are you – what are you going to do now?” Hajime inquired.

“Find a job… I’m just living off of my savings from when I was in the military.” She tips her mug back, finishing the remaining beer she had left. “Going to go to school now, I guess?”

.

.

“How did you get here?” Hajime inquired as they begin to leave.

Y/n grabs a helmet out of nowhere, showing him. “My baby.”

“I know, our Y/n is so cool.” Oikawa chuckles, he leans his weight onto Hajime, “it is so nice to see you again.” He nudges his friend, “Iwa here missed you the most.”

A small smile on her lips, “I miss you guys too. You’ve all grown a lot.”

“Like… physically?” Mattsun question, patting his belly.  

Hajime shrugs Oikawa off, “you shouldn’t be driving and riding, you were drinking.”

Y/n sighs, “I know. I’m going to explore the town here on foot to sober up, wanna come?”

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Hajime watched her stare off into the quiet yet loud nightlife of Tokyo.

“Here,” he hands her a drink. “You still like those sugar drinks, right?”

“Of course,” she smiles, twisting off the cap. “Glad you remember.”

Hajime tipped his drink back, finishing it in one go and crushing the can. “I remember everything about you.”

Y/n looks at him, feeling that there was more to his words.

“I remember how I felt when you disappeared after the day, we lost to Karasano and our only chance to going to Nationals.” He paused; breath hitched. “You were so cruel. I went to your house, and it was vacant.” He fumbles with the crush can in his hands, “no one knew where you went, or even your family. Your phone was deactivated. There was absolutely no way to contact you.”

“Hajime…”

“Did I – did I mean so little to you?”

“Hajime,” Y/n calls his name sternly yet carefully. His jaw tightens before looking at her as if he is bracing for the truth that he’s been waiting for. “I was in love with you.” Her eyes flicker, “in fact I’m still in love with you.”

It was almost as if he knew that all along, he didn’t flinch when she confessed. Instead, without hesitation, he asked, “then why did you leave?”

Y/n lets out a half chuckle half sigh, “I was an alpha then.” Hajime frown and she continued, “the female in my family has history of first turning being false positive alphas.” Her fingers itch to touch his, “I had a really late second turning – during our third year. That was why… I was always gone.”

Memories flooded of the times when she would randomly be missing for more than three days. She would return and say she had to return back home.

Y/n looks up at him with soft eyes, “you see,” she swallows, “I am an dominant omega.”

One second.

Two second.

Three second.

Four second.

Five second.

“So?”

Her brows knitted together in confusion. “What – what do you mean so? You loath omega, Jime.”

For any dominant alphas, it had it’s many perks however, it only takes one bad experience to change all that.

After his second turning determined what everyone already knew, a dominant alpha, he never really minded or had any issues when it came to omega’s pheromones.

Until they started forcing their pheromones on him to make him go into rut.

When Y/n met him during their first year, she was extremely intimidated by him until a school project put them together as partners.

Hajime initially thought she was an omega and nearly chewed up the teacher’s throat until he saw her nametag that was hidden behind her long hair – that she was an alpha.

“Is that why you left?” Her silence was his answer. “You left because you thought I would hate you if you turned into an omega?”

“You told me – “

Hajime holds a hand up, stopping her, “I – I know what I told you years ago Y/n, but I was young and dumb. I cannot believe… that was the reason why you left me all this time?” His other hand whipped behind her head, pulling her into his arms. His heart softens at the feel of her arms wrapping around his waist. “I don’t hate you,” he whispers, “I don’t hate you; I promise.”

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Being an adult and going back to college with younger people was a challenge Y/n faced.

It wasn’t because she couldn’t make friends, it was quite the opposite.

Everyone wanted to be her friend.

“Hey Y/n,” Tadashi greeted, taking a seat beside her.

Y/n hid her annoyance, not just at the nice kid but overall. She wore a bucket hat and thick rim glasses with her facemask with hopes she would just get through the day without any of the younger classmates hounding her down.

“Hey.” She whispers.

“Mind if I sit her?”

You’re already sitting, she thought to herself. There were also plenty of empty seats as well.

“Sure.”

Y/n did not want to show any ounce of affection to Tadashi – she didn’t want to give him the wrong idea if she did so. Many has mistaken her friendliness as otherwise.

But Tadashi Yuta has been genuinely kind to her. Helping her with contents she didn’t understand and the homework.  

He didn’t make her feel uncomfortable or feel inferior because of their different second gender.

Even so, Y/n was still weary with him, he is a dominant alpha but has yet to release any of his pheromones on her.

“Y/n,” she looks up from zipping up her backpack, “do you want to go grab dinner with me?”

She was caught off guard, “I – I’m meeting someone for lunch already. Sorry.”

He gives her a smile, two dimples appearing on his cheeks. “It’s alright, how about next time?”

She felt herself blush; all of suddenly, smitten by his charms. Tadashi is cute, she’ll admit that much. “Sure, I’d like that.”

He steps forward, even closer than he already is and reaches to push some hair off her shoulders and combing it behind her ear. “Me too.”

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“You smell.”

Y/n sniffs herself, “no I don’t?”

Hajime stepped forward; nose pressed to her neck before Y/n pushes him back. He glares at her, “someone was scenting you?”

“No?” She answered defensively, sniffing the collar of her shirt. She was not able to smell a different scent. “A classmate just sat… by me.” She wasn’t sure why she was even explaining herself. If Tadashi was scenting her, she would have known.

Her mind flashes to earlier when Tadashi had reached to push her hair away. Could his scent have rubbed onto her then? Even then, she could not smell him.

A brow hiked up, “a male alpha?”

Getting frustrated at being interrogated, “yes, his name is Tadashi, and he is my friend!”

Hajime remained silent the rest of the walk to the restaurant he chose.

Y/n would occasionally sniff herself, still unable to smell whatever he accused of. She wasn’t sure why he was even upset in the first place.

They were just friends even after she’s told him that she was in love with him.

Since that night, they remained neutral with each other.

“What’s wrong? Does your food not taste good?” Y/n asks with a mouth full of food. He’s been sitting there with his arms crossed, food untouched.

He shakes his head before digging into his ramen silently.

“Why are you… upset?” Y/n finally asks after watching him for a minute eating and sulking.

“I’m not upset, just irritated.”

“Okay, so why are you irritated?” She reworded her sentence.

Hajime knew he was being childish. “I just… don’t like it when others scent you.”

Y/n exhales, “he didn’t scent me, okay? I remembered that he brushed my hair off my shoulder earlier, that was it.”

He was not satisfied with that assurance. “I don’t trust this friend of yours still.”

“Friend?”

“You called him your friend earlier.”

Y/n’s mouth drops for a second, recalling her words. “He’s not a friend-friend like that… just an…  acquaintance.”

“Ouch, I thought we were friends Y/n.” Her head whipped up, seeing Tadashi stand beside her with a smile. “You were talking about me, right?” He looks over at Hajime and held a hand out, “hello, I’m Tadashi Yuta, Y/n’s acquaintance.”

Hajime stands up, and takes the outreach hand, “Iwazumi Hajime, Y/n’s friend.”

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“He plays volleyball for your university.” Hajime informs watching the younger man walk away after crashing their dinner. He recognizes that face as one of his colleague’s patients.

His annoyance was rising by the second that Tadashi was on Y/n’s other side as they talked about homework and lecture. He wasn’t blind to the younger man’s advances, purposedly brushing against her arm. He can smell Tadashi on her now, more prominent now. The younger man knew what he was doing, completely trying to leave a clear message for Hajime.

That Y/n was his.

“Oh. I didn’t… know?” Y/n said truthfully. She knew little about Tadashi other than he was in two of her three classes.

“He’s an alpha.”

Y/n nod her head with an obviously look, “that, I know.”

“Do you like him?”

She glances at him from the corner of her eyes, “seriously, Jime?”

He returns the same look, “well, do you?”

“Hajime, if you don’t shut up and drop this topic right now… I might just like him.”

Something hits her and she freezes in her spot.

“What?” Y/n feels herself submitting to his tone. He steps in front of her, towering over her. “You’ll do what?”

“Ha – ji – jime…” she utters, feeling his pheromones emitting. This was her first time feeling it as Hajime had great control over his pheromones. She looks up at him, struggling to level her breathing. With every last ounce of control she had left before she would pounce on him, she shoved him. “Stop!”

His whole demeanor changed, and he blinks.

“What – what is wrong with you?” Her voice cracks. Her chest heaves with each breath. Her body tingles with his pheromones and she shakes her head before leaving him stunned in his spot.

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Two different dildo sizes lay by her feet as she pumps the third one, the biggest one she has into her pussy, finding any sort of relief. Her other hand rubs her clit, and she feels the much-needed orgasm nearing.

Her toes curls and her heels dig into the mattress as she reaches her climax. “Jime…”

She curls into a ball on her side, whimper as the third release has done nothing to sedate her ache.

“I’m so tired…” she mumbles to herself tiredly before slipping into slumber.

Hours later, Y/n wakes up to her phone buzzing and stares at it while it rings. She was too tired to look to see who was calling her and just when she was about to close her eyes again, the phone buzzed again, this time, along with her door bell.

“Y/n!” Pounding on her door followed shortly. “Y/n I know you’re in there! I can hear your phone. Open the door.”

Weakly lifting herself up into a sitting position, she was still naked on her bed, on her nest. Having a better view of her phone, she can see Hajime’s name on her screen.

“Y/n! Are you okay?” His voice is loud and clear, “please… just… tell me you’re okay.”

She walks over to the door, not bothering to dress and her forehead gently thuds against the cool door. “I’m fine, Hajime.”

She doesn’t hear him on the other side and was about to speak when he whispers loud enough for her, “you’re in heat?”

It was her turn to stay quiet, her eyes widen, and she was about to step away from the door when he continues, “I can smell you.” He growls, “I can smell you, Y/n… you smell… so fucken good.”

Her legs press together to the ache between her legs. “Go – go home… I’ll be fine.”

“Let me help you.”

“No.” Yes, she wanted to yell.

“Y/n, open the door, let me… let me help you.” He sounded just as desperate as she did.

Her body acted faster than her brain, a hand turned the bolt lock and push the door handle, giving him access.

The door opens, the light in the hallway lights up her doorway, lighting her naked body up like a spot light.

“Fuck,” he growls, stepping in and locking the door. He doesn’t even take off his shoes and closes the distance between them, cupping her face and pressing his lips to hers hungrily.

“You’re so beautiful…” he whispers, “you have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this…”

Y/n leans into his palm, “take me, Jime… I need you… please…”

“It won’t be this once, Y/n… if I… if I take you – you are mine forever.”  He growls, barely controlling himself as her smell is clouding his mind. His cock is rock hard and ready to burst against his skinny jeans. “Will you give yourself to me for life?” His mouth hovers over hers, “will you submit to me? Let me mark you?”

“Yes,” she breaths, looking up at him. “I’ve only ever wanted you…”

Hajime lifts her up easily, walking towards her small bed. He lays her on her bed and his eyes catches a glimpse of the toys on her bed. He reaches for the biggest dildo, holding it up, “did this satisfy you at all?”

She could sense the jealousy from him and reaches to palm his bulge that was visible against his skinny jeans. “No, Jime… not even close.” She undoes the belt buckle and unbuttons his pants, letting his thick and long cock spring free. She glances at the dildo in his hand and then back at his.

He smirks and she her heart nearly skipped, he brings the dildo and compares it to his. “No wonder it didn’t satisfy you…”

The dildo was a whole inch shorter this his and wasn’t nearly as thick as his.

“This is the last time you’re using these,” he growls, grabbing all the dildos and tossing it behind him. He grabs the back of his shirt and tugs it off, also tossing it aside. His fingers glides along her slit and he groans, “you’re so wet…” he slips two fingers inside easily before slipping a third one.

Y/n widens her legs, grabbing his wrist, “more… I need more…”

Hajime grins, ready to serve. “Scoot up, babe.” She crawled back until her head rest on her pillow and spread her legs, invitingly. He stands up quickly to shrug out of his too-tight jeans and boxers before setting back on the bed and between her legs. “I… don’t have a condom with me.”

She brushes her legs over his muscular thighs, urging him closer, “I don’t have any… but I trust you.” Her hand brushes his define abdomen to his pectorals. “You’re so beautiful.”

He catches her wrist and nudges the tip of his cock against her core. “I could say the same thing for you.” He lifts her legs, angling her differently to slowly thrust, only stopping when the tip has made it’s way past her entrance. “You’re so tight…” He gently pushes further and further, feeling her walls expand to accommodate his cock. “Relax… you wanted more,” he teases.

She lets out a shaky breath at the same time, relaxing her body to welcome his intrusion. “Jime… you’re so big…”

He snaps his hips at the last inch, making her whimper. He doesn’t waste a second and begins a steady pace. “It’s all yours… just as…” he grabs her waist, “this pussy is mine… all mine.”

“Yes! Yes! All yours!” she cries, holding on to his wrists.

He leans over to take a pucker nipple into his mouth, suckling and nipping. Something inside of snaps and he thinks about how full and luscious her tits would be with milk when he breeds her. Fill her with his seed. Implant his baby inside of her, his mate, his life.

“Ah! Jime – you – you got bigger!”

He has never imagined a family in his life being that he has a career that he was too passionate about to settle down.

Hajime wasn’t not in rut; he cannot knot her this time but will when the time comes. He will and will knot her over and over until he has bred her. Will not stop until she is round with his baby. And babies.

He looks up, still suckling her poor nipple. Her moans and whimpers are enough for him to change his mind in a heartbeat.

He needed her.

“I’m so close…” she didn’t need to tell him, he could feel how her walls are tightening and that only pushed him to do what he is meant to do, serve, and satisfy his omega.

Hajime grabs her legs, pressing them down onto her chest – putting her in a matting press before he snapped his hips fast and hard. He was close himself, feeling himself expand even though he won’t knot.

“Gonna cum so hard inside your sweet pussy, love… going to put a baby inside of you.” She nods her head, whimpering and saying something he couldn’t comprehend.

“I love you, Jime…”

Pressing her further into her bed, he kisses her until his hips still and he groans. His body shakes and tremble as her bed rattles against the wall. Lewd and gushing noise echo the room as he slowly continues to thrust. He kisses her softly, “I love you too…” he whispers breathless. “I love you Y/n.”

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“The female in our family has to join the military when they reach a certain age. It’s a family tradition.” Y/n explained, head resting on his arm. She looks up at him, “I had to go back home because I needed to do paperwork and physical training.”

“When did you find out you are an omega?”

“Three days after I enlisted into the military. By law… only alphas are allowed, and I was an alpha then…”

“You stayed in the military as an omega?!”

Y/n flinched at his outburst. “I learned to hide my pheromones. When my heat came, I took a break – the nurse, who knew I was an omega, would lock me up in a room that they use for alphas during ruts to ride out my heat.”

Hajime pulls her into his arms, rolling her on top of him. “You’re so crazy. None of those bastards touch you, did they?”

She shakes her head, kissing him on the lips. “No, I always kicked their asses if they got close to me.”

He smiles against her lips, “that’s my girl.”

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E/N: I have completed a/b/o stories for Sakusa, Suna and Kita as well, you can find it in my master list 😊

>>> @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @eadyladlegard @wolffmaiden

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu iwaizumi #haikyuu iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi angst #iwaizumi hajime smut #haikyuu oikawa #iwaizumi fanfic #a/b/o universe #haikyuu a/b/o

[ao3feed-iwaoi]

Boss, Boss, Boss

Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Gvh0LbO

by beautiful_darknis

Words: 4805, Chapters: 2/10, Language: English

Fandoms: haikyuu

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Underage

Categories: M/M

Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Semi Eita, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Oikawa Tooru, Shirabu Kenjiro, Tendou Satori, Goshiki Tsutomu, Terushima Yuji, Tsukishima Kei, Kuroo Tetsurou, Lev Haiba, Sugawara Koushi, Sawamura Daichi, Asahi Azumane, Yamaguchi Dadashi, Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Akiteru, Yaku Morisuke, Issei Mattsukawa, Takahiro Mattsun, Futaguchi Kenji, Kanji Koganegawa, Yachi Hitoka, Kiyoko Shimizu

Relationships: Semi Eita/Iwaizumi Hajime, Semi Eita/Shirabu Kenjiro, Shirabu Kenjirou/Tendou Satori, Kawanishi Taichi/Shirabu Kenjirou, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Oikawa Tooru/Ushijima Wakatoshi, Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi, Terushima Yuuji/Goshiki Tsutomu

Additional Tags: Smut, Office, Gay Sex, Gay, Hate Sex

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Gvh0LbO

#iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #ao3feed-iwaoi #haikyuu!!

[haikyutiehoe]

imagine having a pussy/dick wedgie and groaning and complaining over it. and your boyfriend glances over, raises a brow at your odd behavior. you’ve been wriggling like a pathetic worm all over the mattress. “what’s wrong?”

“got a wedgie,” you grumble, hiding your face between your hands. he stares after you, impassivity written across his features.

strong hands pry your legs together as you quickly resist. “no-what are you doing!” the squeal leaves your lips and the touch of his fingers brushing over your sex pale your whines.

“gonna make it feel better.” they mutter gently, a fingers prying the material off of your body, alleviating the pinch and ache of the fabric against your sensitive spot. “feel good babe?” your response whimpers as you feel their thumb purposefully press against you, a sly smile forming on their lips. you nod weakly at their focused touches. slowly, the male drags his thumb into concentrated circles, feeling the underwear moisten as you leak silently and quiver.

a small slap across your ass causes a pretty yelp to accent your lips. “mmh, don-don’t stop.”

behind you, he begins to press his weight against your thighs, prying your legs further apart as he grinds against you. “ease up baby, that’s it, that’s it.”

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #msby smut #atsumu smut #osamu smut #aran smut #mattsukawa smut #oikawa smut #iwaizumi smut #makki smut #daichi smut #suna smut #kita smut #meian smut #bokuto smut #sakusa smut #bakugou smut #kirishima smut #eren smut #shoto smut #todoroki smut #hawks smut #atsumu x reader #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #bokuto x reader #daichi x reader #bakugou x reader

[llightshower]

mattsun smut brain rot!!

need him so bad

pairing: aged up!mattsun x afab!reader

warnings: vibrator, restraints, cuffs, 3some, pain kink.

- it’s huge. like im talking 11 inches, 11 1/2, and im so serious. this guy has a fucking horsecock and the first time he put it in? that shit hurt so fucking much.

- his logic is, why use restraints when he’s got his hands? he always holds your hands over your head.

- BUT, he loves using handcuffs. he got you some cute ones too.

- sugar daddy definitely, anything you want he’ll get you (that funeral home $$)

- 3some, 4some, he’ll bring all his friends to use you.

- he loves eating you out because the way your thighs squeeze his head turns him on.

- big brat tamer, he knows how to get what he wants from you.

- he’d put a vibe in you and make you walk around with it in public.

- he’s fucking amazing at after care. so loving and knows how to take care of you.

#haikyuu #mattsun smut #mattsun x reader #mattsukawa issei #mattsukawa x reader #oikawa smut #iwaizumi smut #aoba johsai #seijoh #smut #issei x reader #issei smut #aj smut <3

[wrixthesley]

cw: drug dealer! mattsun, drugs(weed, pills(not specified)), dubcon, mentions of baby trapping, breeding, tbh it’s kinda toxic, just self indulgence bc this mf lives in my brain rn.

Issei who’s known for always having anything and everything. It’s just something he does, it’s how you met after all, when your best friend wanted you to try weed for the first time and Mattsun offered to roll the blunt for both of you if you gave him your number.

Issei who loves when you tag along with him while you sort through all the pretty pills and funky patterns on the little baggies of weed he’s got in his glove box. Occasionally he’ll slip a pill into your mouth loves when you come up to him needy and whiney, loves when you’re slurring your words and tugging at his shirt or slipping your hands under it. Your pupils are blown and he can’t get enough of the way you say his name.

He adores you, his pretty needy thing, especially when he’s counting out how much money he’s made and how you’re already slipping down to your knees and palming at his clothed cock, undoing his belt with slow movements and he swears he can see you practically drooling for him.

Mattsun who’ll grab your chin and ask what you’re doing only to see how fucked you are and watch as your struggle with his belt.

“Need you, Mattsun”

“Who?”

“Need you, Issei. Really bad.”

He’ll give you what you want, he can’t say no to you. Not when you’re always drunk off his cock and whining for him when he bounces you like you’re some toy for him to use. Loves when you grab his hands and place them on your hips, loves feeling the soft, squishy flesh there accompanied by your moans that fly straight south.

He loves flipping you over so you’re under him, how pliable you are when you let him press your knees to your chest and when you squeal about how you can feel his hot, heavy balls against your ass. It catches him off guard when you start asking him to cum inside of you, to fuck his seed into you, to breed you.

Mattsun who doesn’t think twice about it, lets himself go and revel in the feeling of your gummy walls sucking him in and milking him for all he’s worth as he spills himself into you.

You can’t go anywhere if you’re knocked up.

#mattsukawa smut #mattsun smut #mattsukawa x reader #mattsukawa x reader smut #mattsun x reader smut #mattsun drabble #mattsun scenarios #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader smut #haikyuu x reader #mattsun x you #mattsun x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #hq smut #hq!! smut #sandiegoesdark #drug dealer mattsun

[lilsocksiswriting]

Paring: Issei Matsukawa X Fem!Reader

Summary: After some way to personal stores that embarrass you, Matsukawa sneaks into your room to make sure your ok but of course, he can’t keep his hands to himself.

Warnings: NSFW, no beta reader

Tags: hurt/comfort, oral(reader receiving), lot of oral, fingering, overstimulation, masturbation

Word Count: 4.5K

Table of Contents

Chapter One || Chapter Three

Another time-honored tradition of the L/N’s was decorating the tree. The following day after what your friends had embarrassingly dubbed ‘the foot-long under the table’ incident, Matsukawa helps your dad bring down boxes from the attic. 

 Then the work begins. It’s not just the tree but the whole L/N household that gets decked out. Your mom loves to go all out for the holidays and your dad loves to spoil her. He loves seeing her so happy and despite how they treat you, you like seeing them so full of holiday cheer.

 Your mom is so jubilant this time of year.  But ever since her slip which resulted in a broken arm a few years back, she’s not allowed on a step ladder. Instead, she ‘supervises’ you and your dad on how to hang tensile the halls with a glass of wine in one hand and the other.

  Matsukawa and your sister work on detangling lights and unboxing decorations for the Christmas tree. He looks downright adorable tangled up in the very string of light he was trying to untangle like he was an oversized kitten getting lost on them. Your sister giggles at him snapping a few pictures before ultimately helping him.

 Seeing them all happy and coupley makes you feel sick. Just yesterday you were feeling him up under the table and he was letting you, encouraging you. Now here he and your sister are looking as happy as ever. 

 Did he really like your sister? Or was he just as good an actor as her? Was their relationship just for followers? Mabey he is a sleaze bag? A very handsome sleaze bag who thinks that he can get with you, and have some sort of holiday fling he can brag about without your sister being none the wiser?

 Honestly,  Matsukawa could have whatever kind of fling he wanted. Every time you think about the feel of Matsukawa’s hard-on constrained by his pants your mind goes wild. It should make you feel embarrassed and ashamed of how much you want your sister’s boyfriend’s cock.  Mabey that would be the scandal to finally get your family to see you as a grown-ass woman?

 Because you were the one that picked out the tree your sister is the one to put the topper on. Like with the Tree Farm, she goes all out. She puts the topper on twice. Once for an Instagram reel and the other for a photo op. You stand on the metaphorical sidelines watching your mom gush about how cute the two of them are and watch your sister eat up the attention.

 Once pictures are taken of everyone and all the now-empty boxes are put away your mom makes everyone hot chocolate to drink as you all admire all the work put into the house and tree. It really was a beautiful tree.  Even though your sister keeps reminding everyone how it’s a little crooked. Matsukawa tries to tell her that’s what makes it perfect. The flaw makes it look like a real tree. She just rolls her eyes at him.

 Your parent set on the loveseat tonight. Your sister stretched out on the couch head in Matsukawa’s lap. She goes through pictures posting the best ones of her and Matsukawa and your parents,  and the worst ones of you on her socials. You set in a recliner crisscrossed. You looked cozy there with a mug topped with whip cream. You’re actually smiling and laughing with your family. Matsukawa likes it when you smile. Do you look lighter? Like an invisible weight has been lifted off you for a brief time. 

 You take another sip, and a bit of whip cream gets left on the side of your mouth. You can feel it, swipe with your thump, and lick it up with your tongue. You barely pay any mind to the action, far more interested in your dad spilling the tea about work. He’s so proud that he knows what that means now and gives credit to one of the new interns for teaching him ‘how the cool kids talk’.

 Matsukawa's mind gets whiplash with how fast he goes from thinking you look cute and cozy you look to imagining how you’d look down on your knees with your lips wrapped around his cock. You’d sit between his legs all pretty for him, mouth wide open, and tongue out waiting for his cum as he jerks off. Matsukawa loves it messy. Loves the thought of hearing you gag on his cock then watch as his cum dribbles down your chin. Looking up at home with half-lidded eyes and pupils blown wide, cum on the side of your cheek, begging for more-

 The dark-haired man takes a nice hot, stinging drink of his beverage to calm himself. He feels dirty. Ever since he thought about the idea of cheating on his sister with you, he can’t get you out of his head. These forbidden fantasies are only fueled by the fact that you may be on board with that too. At least if what happened at the restaurant was any indication. God, how he wishes your dad would have ordered a round of dessert.

 The conversation quickly turns to you, specifically to embarrassing stories that make your ears burn hot. Matsukawa watches as your smile quickly fades and your eyes become a little duller. He sees the way you shrink into the recliner trying to become smaller. 

 You try and stop your dad from telling the story of last summer when you went to a sleepover but called your mom crying, wanting to be picked up. Such a momma’s girl. Can’t even spend the night away from her.  

 “Oh it’s not that embarrassing, it's cute!” he dismisses you.

 He leaves out your panic attack, and you never told them how the twins helped distract you with their hair care routines they did on each other. It was hard work keeping the color in and their hair soft.  Like them you were in the bathroom, hiding in there until your mom drove across town to pick you up. 

 Then there was this 4th-grade sleepover with your cosines where you peed yourself and you almost hid from everyone if not for your sister finding the evidence when doing the laundry the day you came home.

 "It was so gross," your sister shivers. "I remember dry heaving at the smell."

 Matsukawa watches as you suddenly down all your hot chocolate which had to hurt. “Well, this has been fun, but school projects don’t do themselves…I’m supposed to meet with my group tomorrow and I haven't even started on it yet....”

 “Oh honey,” your mom starts but you stop her.

 “Really, I don’t wanna be up half the night working on this. Night everyone.”

 Your sister's head in his lap keeps Matsukawa grounded in his seat as you head to the kitchen to put your mug in the dishwasher then upstairs to your room. Your dad just shakes his head dismissively and your mom actually laughs a little. 

 It pisses him off. Your parents are just like your sister. They don’t seem to see how much they’re hurting you by revealing all these embarrassing things about you for a laugh.

 “She doesn’t handle any kind of embarrassment well at all. Tends to be a little dramatic. Best to let her cool off,” your mom tells Matsukawa who was looking off at the stairs.

 “Yea,” your sister agrees eying her boyfriend.

 Upstairs you’re breathing in deeply and exhaling shakily. The sugar rush is already hitting you. You pace back and forth. Eight steps from one side of your room and back to the other. Was this what the whole break was going to be like? Were you going to go back to being the second-best laughingstock of the family? Angry tears well up in your eyes. You stop at the foot of your bed and reach for your phone.

 Season’s greetings and all that jazz group chat

Y/N: I hate it here. Absolutely fucking hate, it. It’s one thing to tell embarrassing stories about my childhood as a family when it’s just the four of us. But to sit there and tell the worst of them in front of a practical stranger? It’s so infuriating and fucked up and I hate it here.  You know I really put too much faith in my parents.  I really had hoped that this Christmas would be different. That they would treat me better, but low and behold I'm fucking stupid. I was wrong.

 ARAN: Heyyyy you don’t sound ok.

 KITA: He’s right what exactly happened? Are you having an attack?

 Y/N: No, it’s not an anxiety or panic attack. I’m just really mad and embarrassed right now. I also just downed like half a mug of hot chocolate which has given me a sugar rush that isn’t helping. I don’t wanna leave my room either after leaving my family and Matsukawa downstairs.

 ARAN: Wanna have a group call? The twins and Suna are out tonight but as far as I know, me and Kita are free.

 KITA: I am, just got back from dinner at my grandmother’s.

 Y/N: It’s ok. I just needed to get that off my chest and I thought it was better to text it than to scream it in my pillow.

 ARAN: Got it

 Kita

KITA: And Y/N

 Y/N: Yes?

 KITA: fuck your sister.

 Y/N: Wow Kita Shinsuke cursing? For me? I’m touched.

 KITA: Not like you’ve heard me curse before.

 Y/N: Ok, but isn’t it funny how I’m always the one to make you say fuck.

 KITA: You know it kind is. You might just be a bad influence on me.

 Reading the texts again makes you smile. Not only because it was reassuring to know that you’re in the right to feel this way but in memories of that late night you and Kita had shared last summer. You are not being dramatic like your mom likes to say to brush off your reactions. The sugar rush is still coursing through your body, so you decide to try and do something productive with it. You weren’t lying about having a project due the first week back, just the day you were meeting with your group to go over it.  For your speech project, each person in your group would talk about a subtopic of a larger topic. You all were supposed to meet the Saturday before school started back to go over it.

 You set down at your desk and pop in your earphones. You pull up a documentary you had saved on Netflix. It was great background noise to research too. With two potential sources in and half a page of notes, you’re out.

 This is how Matsukawa finds you later that night once everyone else in the house is dead asleep. He knocks softly before entering. Your room smells like old paper and lavender. The space is lit by the warm glow of lamps on your nightstand and another on your desk,  a salt lamp on your dresser, and Christmas lights strung across the ceiling. That dresser has a TV perched on top of it. A mirror beside it that Matsukawa thinks about taking you in front of. Mabey being a little rough, ok a lot rough. Putting you in a full nelson and fucking you like that, making you watch how his dick disappears in and out of you and the blissed-out look on your face. His eyes move to the next thing, a small books shelf just overflowing with books,  before his fantasy makes him hard. 

 Back at your desk, he sees that you were even drooling a little. It’s the kind of cute that he wants to have as his lock screen. Your sister would kill him if he ever took a picture of her like this. Complain about how it’s so unflattering and could ruin her image. 

 But the picture was never the point. It was how you looked. Peaceful and calm. He really wishes that he had brought this cell phone with him. It’s still on the charger in the guest bedroom. He doesn’t want to wake you so instead Matsukawa grabs a blanket from your unmade bed.

 He snuck into your room to see how you were feeling. He wanted you to know that there was someone in this house you was in your corner.  He also wanted to have a serious sit-down talk about his scheme, but then he saw you asleep, his mind went in the gutter, and he decided it was best to let you sleep. 

 A new weight across your shoulder wakes you up. Groggily you lift your head and see Matsukawa standing there in a university tee shirt and sweats. “Hi.”

 “Hey,” his voice was so quiet and soft. Caught between being surprised and guilty for waking you. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up.”

 “It’s ok,” you say. If he hadn’t woken you up, you would have slept the whole night at your desk and woken up with an ache in your neck. But why was he in your bedroom? “So, what brings you here so late?”

 “I wanted to see you.”

 “Really?” you ask trying to not sound so happy and hopeful. No need to be even more embarrassing.

 Matsukawa nods. God, you still look half asleep and probably have no idea how his mind is going wild. No one had ever made him feel this horny this much.  The smallest things about you get him going. 

  Matsukawa sits himself down right there on the floor by your desk chair. He still doesn’t say a word as he grabs one of your ankles and uses it to spin to fully face him. You can feel the warmth of his hands through your leggings as they grip the back of your calves and pull the chair closer to him. The process was made easy because of the wheels of the hardwood floor. You have to keep your keens spread to accommodate his broad shoulders. 

“Really. I haven’t been able to get you off my mind since the trip to the tree farm and that little stunt you pulled at the restaurant. You know how much I wish your dad would have ordered desert ?”

 You hear the question loud and clear in the quietness of the night, but your mind is still stuck on the fact that you have been on his mind since the tree farm, since before the restaurant. So, you weren’t just overthinking things. Your older sister's boyfriends really wanted you. You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face or even care about the consequences.

 “I don’t know if that speaks for my ability to feel up my sister’s boyfriend or your eagerness to be felt up.”

 “It speaks about how much I want you,” His voice is low and heated.

 You swallow thickly. Did your sister’s boyfriend really just say that? Was this really happening? God that sounded a little fucked up. Was it a little fucked up that you liked it too?

 “Then show me,” you say in total confidence.

 The first thing that Matsukawa does after being given permission is getting rid of everything below his waist. Fuzzy socks, leggings, and cotton panties all end up strewn about on the floor he is like a kid on Christmas morning excitedly tearing away at wrapping paper.

 Once bare you get self-conscious and try to close your legs but Matsukawa’s broad shoulder prevents that from happening. You tell yourself that there is nothing to be embarrassed about. You’ve been seen naked before and been called beautiful before. You can’t stop comparing yourself to your sister and all the admirers she has. All the thirst comments she gets when she shows off her body. 

 “Now, now pretty girl, “ Matsukawa’s voice is soft with you but still stern, “Don’t go getting shy on me now. That’s awfully unfair to take away such a pretty thing before I even got a taste.”

 “S-sorry I just feel a little, um, self-conscious …”

 “Yaea?”, he soothes a hand over your inner thigh. “’bout what?”

 “W-well,” You glance down at your stomach blocking your view of your pusy hoping he would get the message. When Matsukawa  doesn’t say anything you stutter out,” I-I don’t shave and I, um, I don't know if that’s like a thing you're used to or…”

 Then he laughs, a short little scuff that doesn’t help.

 “Sorry, sorry, it’s not funny. I hate that you feel that way,” now both his hands are inching up your thighs pushing them further about. His eyes flick down and greedily take in the sight. “ And you should know that this is one of the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

 “Is the other one my sister’s?”, you immediately regret letting the question slip.

  “The other was a vintage porno I saw online when I was in my second year of high school,” Matsukawa doesn’t seem bothered. To enamored by the fact that‘s finally getting to have a taste of you.

 “Oh. Oh!” You jump in your seat feeling Matsukawa spread your lips apart with his thumbs.

  You’re such a reactive, addictive thing and he hasn’t even gotten to his favorite part.

  “You better hold onto something pretty girl.”

  “Why would I- “ a mona gets caught in the back of your throat as Matsukawa digs in. He presses his whole face into your pussy, sticking out his tongue and ruining flat over your clit.

 Your hands can’t decide what to grip onto. One thread its fingers through Matsukawa’s head of dark hair while the other grips the edge of your desk chair.

 Big hands slip under your thighs to keep them spread for him as he relentlessly works his tongue against slick bud in ways that have you seeing stars.

 “Matsukawa-“

 Said the man who suddenly pulls away making you wine. Fuck, could you be any lewder? Hearing the high pitch, disappointed noise almost makes Matsukawa want to edge you until you're crying his name, pleading for him to let you cum. But you’ve been through enough tonight.

 “No need to be so formal pretty girl. Call me Issei.”

 “Issei, it feels so good.”

 You’ve never had a guy go down on you. You’ve only seen it in porn videos and read about it in romance books. You had been under the assumption that there was a lot of fiction and acting involved. Mabey Matsukawa was just a god at oral? That had to be it because it felt too good to be anything but average.

 Matsukawa switches to sucking on your clit  in quick succession.  Your toes curl and you clamp your mouth shut, but a moan still slips through.  Matsukawa looks up at your flushed face. When your eyes meet another moan escaped under your breath. You feel embarrassed to be looking into the eye of the man eating you but you can’t seem to look away. With a hard suck you through your head back. Oh, this was going to be so so so hard to keep quiet. You feel grateful to be from a family of heavy sleepers. 

 Matsukawa huffs against your soft curls as your hand tightens in his hair. It's not a painful feeling having his hair pulled, quite the opposite really. He can feel his cock growing to half-mast in his sweats.  He doesn't say a word about it. He just keeps sucking and licking away.

 “Issie, gonna cum,” You warm feeling the familiar pressure build in the pit of your stomach.  But this felt so much more intense. 

 “Issie, Issie ‘m cumming, holy fuck,” Your voice is low and rushed, and music to his ears. 

 Your orgasm pulses through your whole body. You breathlessly maon his name as you arched your back and press yourself against Matsukawa’s tongue. 

 Said man laps it up. Your breathless voice chanting his name, the grip in his hair, the way your thighs trembled in his hands, and the sudden wetness. If he wasn't painfully hard before he is now. 

  Pulling away from you Matsukawa gets a good look at your post-orgasm face. He changes his mind, he wants this face to be his lock screen. 

 “Felt good pretty girl?”, he asks soothing your thigh. 

 You nod, then swallow another gulp of air, “Made me cum so hard Issie.”

 “Lay down on your bed for me and I’ll make you cum more.”

 You scrabble to the bed you take out your clip as you lay down causing your hair to slip out and across your pillow. Matsukawa crawls on top of you and takes a moment to just admire you like this. Your hooded, wanting eyes never leave his face. Your lips are parted just enough to let in one deep breath after the other. You were still catching your breath from the orgasm he just gave you. Matsukawa smirks in that lazy way that makes you swoon. He wasn't going to give you a chance to catch your breath tonight.

  Sinking down between your spread legs, Matsukawa takes his time getting comfortable just was watch you squirm impatiently. Looks like he wasn’t the only one getting addicted to the other. Did you feel ashamed for being so needy for your the touch of your sister’s boyfriend? No at all right now, but Mabey later.

 Matsukawa throws both your legs over his broad shoulders. You squeak when Matsukawa starts to rub your sensitive clit. The bud was already flushed red and a little puffy. He wonders how long it will take to make you an overestimated mess. Probably not long by the looks of it.

 When you feel a tongue teasingly probe at your hole your eyes widen. Your hands quickly go to push Matsukawa's head away,” W-Wait!”

 Matsukawa pulls away. He look up at your panicked face, thick brows scrunched together in worry. “what’s the matter, pretty girl?”

 “I- “You forget what had you so panicked for a moment. “Is-is that ok?”

 “Do you like it?”

 “I-I don’t know. Do-do you?”

 Matsukawa gives you that damn smirk again, “I like everything about you pussy pretty girl, but I won’t do anything to it you’re not comfortable with.”

  God, and with that soft tone? He could do just about dam near anything. “It just feels new and a little weird, but not bad.”

 “I’ll go nice and slow then.’

 True to his Matsukawa slows down, way down. Lying between your legs and rubbing lazy circles over your clit while his tongue languidly plays with your hole.  Matsukawa makes you cum like this too. Because the buildup is slow you fully enjoy the feeling of his fingers pressing into your clit and his tongue exploring your cunt, occasionally dipping into the soaking hole.

 Your orgasm trembles through you.  You hug your thighs around Matsukawa’s head as your back makes a small arch off the bed.  The soft fat of your thigh is muffling any of the small noises you make. Matsukawa can feel the way your twitch she shivers as you cum.

 “How ya feeling pretty girl?”

 “So good,” slurred response has Matsukawa humming in approval.

 “You good for a few more?”

 You eagerly nod,” Yes, please.”

 “Fuck you sound so good when you say please for me,” Matsukawa says before diving right back into you pussy he’s been making a mess of.

 This time you can’t keep the wines and soft moans quiet as Matsukawa thrusts his tongue into your soaked hole.

 “Issie, s-sensitive.” You try and warn but it either falls on deaf ears or the man likes that you are becoming so overestimated that you’re having trouble stringing together a sentence.

  Once you cum again you are left out of breath. Matsukawa told himself he wasn’t going to let you catch a break tonight.  He switches to using his finger to fuck you. Two long fingers push into it, reaching deeper than your finger could ever reach. Curling inside you and pressing and dragging against your walls.

 You stop thinking about the outside world when Matsukawa adds a third finger and quickens his pace. There were no parents, no sister, no class work, no embarrassment. It was just with Matsukawa. The feeling of being full of his fingers and his mouth latching back on your puffy clit.

 “Iss-ah, f-ha, mmmm~” you tremble, unable to form a coherent word now.

 Matsukawa laps it up loud enough that you can hear the lewd and wet noises. Matsukawa doesn’t even stop with your walls start to convulsive around his fingers.

  At some point rather you are aware of it or not, you are gridding against his face. Matsukawa gladly lets you use him to chase your own resales, smearing your wetness all over his face. He knows he’s going to have to rub one out in the bathroom before returning to bed.

 Matsukawa wasn’t expecting you to use your grip on his hair to pull his face flush against your core as you hump away as breathlessly telling him how you cumming. Matsukawa can barley breathe but he doesn’t let go of your hips until he feels the rest of your body slump against the bed.

 Crawling back up to look down at your tired face you too get a good look at the way. His mouth and chin glean on the soft lights of your bedroom. You really made it a mess and through your muddled mind, your wonder what your sister would think if she saw the two of you like this.

 “Looks like I wore you out  pretty good.”

 You nod sleepily the weight of so many orgasms back-to-back crashing down on you.

 Matsukawa is not far off, but there are still a few things he has to do. Like taking care of the wet patch of pre cum that has seeped through the crotch of his sweat. He takes his time tucking you into bed, making sure you're comfortable and asleep before he slips out of your bedroom and across the hall to the bathroom. it’s nearly down at this now, it is a quiet soft blue. Not his usual time to jerk off but fuck- the way you let him drown himself between your legs for that long and use him to chase your own high made him so fucking hard.

 A shower was decided to be the best place to do that. If your sister asks about it he’ll just say he couldn’t sleep. Under the hot spray of the shower, he lets out a shakey breath. Matsukawa picks out your body wash to use.

 The sound of the shower drowns out his soft grunts and the fast ‘shlickshlickshlick’ of his closed fist moving up and down his dick.

 “That’s it, That’s it, such a good girl. “he whispers to himself, head craned back and eyes squeezed shut picturing himself buried deep in your cunt.

 he lets out a  finally shaky moan as cum dribbles down his cock.

 “Fuck that was good,” Matsukawa says to himself staring down at his soft cock laying against his thigh.

 Yea, he decides he’s defiantly got to get you on board with this cheating scheme.

#mattsun #matsukawa issei #mattsukawa x reader #Mattsukawa Issei #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #privet stacks #haikyuu smut

[tadashiwa]

sending aoba johsai boys nudes for the first time

oikawa, iwaizumi, mattsukawa, hanamaki x reader

warnings: degradation, sexting, mentions of nudes (no pictures), one brief drug mention

oikawa

so you two have a bit of a bet going on

a challenge if you will

to see who will cave and ask for sex first

whoever loses has to let the other do whatever they want to them

because lets be real

you two be fucking constantly fr

but youre both so competitive

and you wanna cave but youre too stubborn

so you decide to expedite

and he's like ha u caved

and you're like ha no i didnt

but when he gets home you get RAILED

iwaizumi

you were visiting your mom this weekend to go through some of your old stuff

you and iwaizumi were best friends in high school

and then you started dating after

but there was this one night in high school where you were both a little tipsy

and he let it slip that he thought you were really hot in your school uniform

so obviously when you found it in your closet you were like >:)

so you take off your bra and put it on

leaving the top buttons undone of course so your chest was spilling out

and since you've grown since high school the skirt was even shorter and the socks made your thighs look that much better

you send him a picture and

iwaizumi dies.

not actually but

you're getting your guts rearranged when you get home

u lucky bitch </3

mattsukawa

he was ur best friend

one day when he was over you saw that savage x fenty was running a sale so u were like oh bet

u needed one more set for free shipping and u couldn't decide which you wanted

and so you were like bro which one do i get

and his mind was SPINNING thinking about you in either of the lace sets you showed him

but he was also frustrated thinking about someone else seeing you in either of them

anyways he helps you pick and then he kinda forgets

and then

you text him.

a picture.

its like you want him dead

hanamaki

you guys were talking but you hadn't done anything sexual yet

y'all were going to a party and you couldn't figure out what the hell to wear

so you facetime him like HELP ME

the camera is propped against your dresser btw so he can see your whole body

so you're putting on outfits but you're changing off camera but you're getting frustrated

and you

yank

the dress over your head

without stepping off camera

and makki is done for

he's not even sure that you know he can see you

so he texts you after

you didn't go to the party that night.

a/n: idk if this is as good as the first time i wrote it but here y'all go <3 i can do a part 2 but this was taking a while so i wanted to get it out

#oikawa #tooru oikawa #iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime #mattsukawa #issei matsukawa #hanamaki #hanamaki takahiro #oikawa smut #iwaizumi smut #mattsukawa smut #hanamaki smut #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #mattsukawa x reader #hanamaki x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu self insert

[isseiver]

Matsukawa Issei…

A man of many wonders… isn’t he wonderful..?

#headers #soft icons #aesthetic #haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #haikyu x reader #mattsun #mattsukawa smut #mattsukawa x reader #hq matsukawa #matsukawa fluff #haikyuu matsukawa #matsukawa issei #hq issei #anime #manga aesthetic #pfp icons #haikyu manga #mangaart #anime icons

[hajimeskitten]

tw/cw- rough sex, mentions of pregnancy

“i- issei, fuck slow down please your gonna break me” he’s pounding into you over the couch making your thighs cramp & shake under him “no baby i can’t slow down right now you feel so good, so good mommy aghh” you can’t contain yourself letting all those filthy thoughts roll off your tongue as he breaks you with his cock and his words “ fuck daddy, you’re fucking me so good. so big inside me fuck me harder” issei moans at the way you can’t stop squeezing around him, he just fucks into you harder like you asked, but that’s not enough for you “fuck harder daddy” he grabs you by your hair pulling you up to him, your ass smacking loudly against his hips as he fucks you relentlessly, “daddy fuck, i said fuck me harder” he pushes your head down into the couch lifting your legs from the ground fucking in all the right places “yeahhh right there daddy fuck right there” issei throws his head back loving the way the room is filled with all these pleasurable sounds “ohh mommy fuck you gonna make me cum so hard inside you” you’re tryna keep your breath steady because he’s knocking the wind out you at this point, “yeah fuck issei make me a fucking mommy then” he’s breaking into your womb so it’ll be easy to keep his cum in you “fuck daddy i’m cumming, g’na cum so hard daddy” you rub at your clit squishing all your liquids on his cock letting it drip off his balls as his warm cums leaks into your womb. “fuck baby you really got into it, but now you’re definitely a mommy” he picks you and takes you to the bathroom to fuck again in the shower

#smut #anime #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu smut #hq smut #issei mattsun #mattsukawa smut #mattsun smut #kittenpost

[itsthe-grim-reaper]

— HOW THEY PREP

Character lineup: Akaashi, Aran (I’m so down bad), Kuroo, Matsukawa, Semi

FEMALE Y/N

It’s basically foreplay headcanons —

AKAASHI uses his fingers, stroking your inner walls just right and so he has you cumming with only one inside. Once you’re ready, he adds another.

ARAN drags his teeth along your legs and inner thigh, pressing kisses to alternate sensations. He never lets up.

KUROO ensures that his mouth is on you at all times, licking at your sensitive clit. He wants you shaking even before you two have started.

SEMI pushes his fingers into your mouth, using his thumb to rub circles on you as he pushes his pointer finger in and out. He’s agile.

MATSUKAWA utilizes your fantasies against you, dirty talking as he presses you firmly into his chest. He doesn’t have to do much to have you grinding down on him.

#akaashi imagine #keiji akaashi smut #tetsuro kuroo smut #semi smut #mattsukawa smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu imagines nsft #fore play #female reader #female y/n

[bubblegumbi0tch]

Trying something new final part

Part 1

Part 2

Note: I cant believe that this part is 5,295 words thats crazy. This stupid bitch managed to write that much. Anyways gorgeous people request are open. So send me your dirtiest ideas.💗💗💗

"No. Not yet." He unknotted the rope from your wrists and moved you off his lap. Matsukawa tweaked your nipples and smiled. "I like your enthusiasm," he said, then swatted your ass. He grabbed your wrist and hauled you into a bedroom. You had only enough time to notice the feel of a thick carpet beneath your feet and the crackle of a roaring fire in the hearth before Matsukawa shoved you face-down over the foot of the bed. He kicked your feet apart and muttered a word you didn't catch. In an instant, your ankles felt heavy, and you realized he'd bound your legs to the bed. He spoke again, and thick cords wrapped around your wrists. The ropes are attached to the intricate wooden headboard, leaving your arms just on the edge of strain. You were dripping before the knots finished tying themselves. Shoved into position, arranged for his pleasure, put there as he liked - it thrilled you to think that he had placed you for his use. Something thin and flexible brushed the backs of your thighs, and you shuddered in anticipation. "You're going to be in this position for some time," Matsukawa said in rumbling tones. "So tell me if you're uncomfortable. Once I get started, I'm not stopping until I'm well ready, and I don't want to hear you calling your safeword unless you absolutely have to. Tell me if you need an adjustment." he kisses your cheek. You tested your bonds. You wriggled your hips and turned your head side to side. There was enough space between her arms for you to breathe easily, but the height of the bed pressed the edge of it into your hips, and you knew that you'd cramp soon. You let Matsukawa know that you needed to move, and he fixed your position. "Thank you," you said, laying your head on the soft duvet. "Will you please pull my hair back?" He laughed and sat on the edge of the bed, gathering your hair back between your shoulders. With a few quick movements, he made a loose braid. He stroked your shoulder blades and the length of your spine, trailed his fingers into the cleft of your ass. You trembled, wrapping your hands around the cords to tug at your bonds. Matsukawa brushed your ribs with the backs of his fingers. "You took your spanking well that first night, princess," he said as he patted you. You wanted to stretch and arch beneath his touch, but you were held too firmly. You smiled as you twisted your head and looked at him through her lashes. "Yes," you said in a dreamy voice. "Enjoyed it. My ass was sore the whole next day. Hurt to sit down. Are you going to give me another?" Matsukawa shook his head. "I'm going to make you sore tonight, but no belt." He reached the end of the bed and dragged something up it. You shuddered, whimpering, as she felt a long, thin shaft rest over the small of her back. Matsukawa moved his arm, and a wide piece of leather brushed her ass. "This is a very well-made crop, (y/n)," Matsukawa said, tapping the leather end on her buttocks and the swell of your hips. "leaves quite a sting behind, and because the striking surface is so small, the pain is concentrated. I intend to use it on you until your ass is as red as a cherry. Your ass, your thighs. Wherever I choose, really." You shuddered at the promise in his voice and tightened your fingers around the thick cords. "Anywhere. Any way you like." Your voice thickened with anticipation as you offered herself to him again. "I'm yours, Issei. Take me as you please." Matsukawa leaned down and kissed your temple. "That's what I like to hear," he murmured. "That, and the scream you give when you come. I expect to hear that several times tonight, princess." He slipped off the bed and walked out of your sight. You took a deep breath, the muscles in your ass and thighs tensing as you waited for Matsukawa to start. He dragged the leather tip of the crop up your leg and prodded at your tight cunt.You bit your lip as your body responded, as a soft throbbing started deep inside you. Matsukawa made a pleasing sound, and the subsequent noise you heard was the whistle of the crop as he swung. The leather pad slapped hard on your soft butt, and you shrieked. It stung so much more than his belt had, all the force focused in a small square instead of the wide stripe across your bum. It sent pain up your spine to the ground at the base of your neck. Just as the sting started to fade, he swung again, and you howled. Matsukawa worked you over, covering her arse and the tops of your thighs. You writhed in your bonds, instinct driving you to pull away from the pain, but they held fast, and Matsukawa continued. You dropped your head to the duvet and sobbed with each strike, tears sticking to your lashes and dripping off the tip of her nose. You wept as Matsukawa's blows fell. He changed angles, striking the soft flesh of your inner thighs. The pain of your beating transmuted into pleasure, and you felt your cunt throbbing with each blow. You closed her eyes and burrowed her forehead into the duvet, crying aloud with Matsukawa strikes. You clung to the cords that bound you to the headboard. It creaked as you tugged in rhythm to each sting of leather on flesh. So close. You were so close. Lights sparked behind your lids; blood screamed in her ears. You strained for it, tears pouring from your eyes, juices dripping from your cunt. "Issei," she said, his name a groan between sobs. "Issei, please. More. Harder." He laughed a dark and possessive sound. With a grunt, he swung again. The leather tip of the crop slapped hard between her thighs, slammed onto your swollen clit.You came. You convulsed in orgasm, screaming Matsukawa's name. You trembled and quaked, every muscle tensing. Before your body could even begin to relax, you felt the bonds at her ankles release. Matsukawa grabbed your legs and shoved you fully onto the bed. You quivered, gasping for breath, as he pushed you onto your knees. Your ass rose high, and you felt Matsukawa's fingers in the cleft between your cheeks. His hand was cold and slick, and he drove two fingers into the tight ring of your anus. You yelped and pushed back, still weeping. Pain and pleasure were one, and you pleaded with him in a broken, shuddering voice. You begged for him to take you, to claim you. To fuck you. Matsukawa's dark laugh filled your ears again, and the mattress dipped as he climbed up behind you. "This makes two," he said, voice rough. The head of his cock prodded between your buttocks then pushed into your ass, passage eased with the lube he'd applied. You keened as he sank into you. He didn't hesitate but drove in full until you felt his heavy balls sway against your cunt. You bucked and ground your hips, every movement singing with pain from the beating he'd given you so thoroughly. You couldn't think, almost couldn't breathe. There was nothing in you except sensation. Your entire being had compressed to the feel of Matsukawa's cock in your ass, to the wet sounds of his thrusts and his balls slapping against you. You gripped your bonds and groaned, even words stripped from you. Matsukawa picked up speed, his fingers clenched on your hips. He yanked you onto his cock until your arms strained. You tossed your head back and shrieked, clamping your muscles tighten around him. Matsukawa swore and dug his fingers into your hips with a force that left pain more robust than the crop had given you. He fucked you until the bed vibrated until the wooden headboard slammed against the wall with bangs. Matsukawa let go of one hip and wrapped his fingers around your braid. He hauled back and thrust in, and you came again. You screamed until your throat ached, writhing desperately as Matsukawa slammed into you. He gave a shout, and she felt his cock spasm. You pushed back, the welts on your ass burning as you ground against his hips and squeezed around his cock to pull every drop from him. When he slipped free of you, you felt his warm cum dripping from your ass and down to mingle with your own wetness on your thighs. The bonds on your wrists disappeared when he untied them, and you collapsed as tension no longer held you up. You curled on your side, one hand on your ass. Every inch of your skin felt hot, and you knew it was bright, flame-red. "Thank you, "you whispered, sniffling back further tears. You felt drained, weak, used up. You felt glorious. "You're welcome," Matsukawa murmured behind you. He leaned over you and gripped your chin, tipping her face to his. He kissed you, tongue sweeping over hers, and purred softly. "Rest, Princess. You've done very well tonight." Even in your exhausted state, she smiled. His quiet praise made your heart flutter, and you stretched to kiss the tip of his nose. No one had ever made her feel like this. You'd been taken and claimed, and she felt treasured for it. You closed your eyes and drifted, listening to Matsukawa as he moved around the room. Before you floated into sleep, you felt a soft flannel on your thighs. "You're mine," your heard Matsukawa murmur as he cleaned your skin of their combined fluids. "All mine."

You sat back between Matsukawa spread knees, wincing as your bare heel dug into a fresh welt on your ass, and licked a drop of come from the lower lip. Matsukawa was panting and relaxed from the second time you'd sucked him off that evening. You twisted your hands in the ropes that held them bound behind your back. "How do you feel, princess" Matsukawa asked as he caressed your cheek. Ashamed was the last thing you could think of when it came to him. Ashamed, never. Aroused, excited, and astounded that you belonged to him so thoroughly, yes. You purred and twisted your head to nuzzle his wrist, reveling in the slight pain as your hair pulled in his grasp, then told him your thoughts. Matsukawa's cock jumped, and he tightened his grip on your hair. "Well, now I'm even more pleased with you. On your feet, babe." He released you, and you struggled to your feet, the process far more complex with your hands bound. You whimpered as you stood. The ropes Matsukawa had tied around your wrists also wrapped your body in an intricate design. A thin one led between your thighs, and a small knot pressed directly on your clit. Every time you moved, it brought you closer to orgasm, and you ought not to come. You hadn't been given permission. Matsukawa stood to haul up his jeans and tuck his cock under the waistband of his boxers. He fastened his belt to keep the material from slipping off his hips. You watched curiously as he sat again. You've expected he'd take you upstairs to the bedroom but had no problems continuing in the bedroom. The large bed Matsukawa lounged on was comfortable and plenty wide enough for both of them. He gestured you to spin around, hooked two fingers in the rope that ran between your shoulders, and pulled you into his lap. He released the ropes that bound your arms and rubbed your wrists between both hands. "You never did tell me what you do when you touch yourself, babe," he said in musing tones. "I'm interested to know." He pulled your knees wide and settled your legs on either side of his. One hand slipped up to tug at your nipples; the other slipped down to brush the folds of your cunt. You yelped and twitched when the movement pushed that knot against your clit. "Tell me, (y/n)," he said, biting at her shoulder. "Show me." "You can't--ah." You tensed as he dug his teeth into the side of your neck, leaving a mark on the opposite side from his first. "Can't see from that position." "Good point" Matsukawa got up and placed a mirror in front of you and coming to you, putting you in your original position. You laughed and rubbed your ass against Matsukawa's groin. He positioned the mirror directly in front of them, and you watched as he puts his chin on her shoulder. "There we are," he said, tweaking your nipples. "I can see. Now, pretty girl." He slapped your thigh, hard enough to make the sound echo in the room, and settled his hands on your hips. "Show me." You met his eyes in the mirror and smiled. You were bound, commanded, and desperate to come, but judging by the slight twitches of Matsukawa's cock under your ass, you were in control at the moment. You dragged your hands up your torso, plucking at the ropes that surrounded your body. You cupped your breasts and held them up, offering them to the mirror view. Matsukawa kissed the hollow below your ear and purred with approval as you rolled her nipples with your thumbs. You pinched and tugged them, pulled them into peaks, licked your fingers, and rubbed the moisture into them until they glistened. Matsukawa's monstrous cock thickened under you as you caressed your breasts and stomach. Your fingers drifted down your hips, brushing over his hands, then you slipped one between your thighs and cupped your mound. The other slid lower to flutter against Matsukawa's heavy cock through his jeans. He growled against your ear but didn't tell you to stop, and you smirked at his reflection. His eyes were beautiful from this angle, storm-grey with lust.

You shifted the rope that lay in your folds and pushed the tip of one finger into our cunt.You pulled it out, wet and hot, and stuck it into your mouth to lick the juices from your skin. Immediately, you repeated the motion, then slipped your finger into Mattsukawa's mouth. He sucked you clean, tongue flicking over your nail and around your knuckle. You whimpered. If it felt half that good for him when you sucked his cock, she was surprised he could stay conscious. You had to force yourself to concentrate and pull your hand from his mouth. You leaned back, your head on his shoulder, and held your legs as wide as you could. You slipped your finger into your cunt again, then added a second and pushed both deep until your palm pressed the knotted rope against your clit. You groaned and pressed harder, rocking the knot to send shivers of excitement up your spine. Matsukawa nipped the curve of your ear. "Don't stop," he murmured. "Don't stop. Show me, Princess, don't be shy." That order thrilled you. You pumped your fingers in your cunt, twisting to reach the spongy area inside that made you keen with pleasure. You fucked yourself with your fingers, rubbed your clit, felt your cunt pulsing. Matsukawa's hands slid up to cover your breasts. His cock stiffened under you. You moved faster, straining for orgasm. So close. Close. Nearly there. "Stop." You shrieked in protest when Matsukawa pulled your hands away from your body. You've been seconds away, had only needed a few more strokes, and he ordered you to stop. Your eyes watered with frustration as your body trembled on the verge of coming. Matsukawa wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your neck, murmuring to you as you quivered. You closed your eyes and focused on his scent, on the feel of him beneath and behind you. You took deep breaths, your concentration narrowed to keeping control over your body. He'd told you to stop; he wanted you to wait. You could. You would. You exhaled with a quiet sob and tipped your head back onto Matsukawa's shoulder. "Very good," he said, his hands spreading across your stomach. "You're doing so well, Princess. So patient. I'm proud of you." The pleasure in his voice sent warmth through you, and your tense muscles eased. He helped you off his lap, guided you to stand in front of him with your arms extended to your sides. The movement forced the ropes to grip your body, pushed the small knot to rub against your clit, and tears dripped down your cheeks as you struggled not to let it affect you. Matsukawa watched you, his hand rubbing slowly at his tented jeans. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are when you're trying so hard to please me?" He stood and cupped your cheeks in both hands, then tipped your head up for a kiss. You shivered through it, keening when he scraped his teeth over your lip. Matsukawa rested his forehead against yours and looked into your eyes. "(Y/n). Beautiful. Precious." He released you and took a step back, leaving you without any contact from his mouth or hands. "So patient," he said again, smiling. He went silent for several heartbeats, then his smile deepened until creases formed beside his mouth. He nodded at you. "Cum." You obeyed. The look in his eyes, the command in his voice, the need in your body -you shuddered, and the knotted rope slid across your clit. You came. Every inch of your skin felt as if Matsukawa was touching you, licking you. Claiming you. You came for him, his name emerging in a high, elongated wail. Your knees buckled, and Matsukawa leaped forward, sweeping you up in his arms. You shrieked as the ropes abraded your body. "Please," you said, sobbing for breath. You flung your arms around his neck and rocked your head against his shoulder. "Please, Issei, no more. It's too much." Matsukawa crooned to you as he carried you out of bed. You whimpered when the knotted rope rubbed your clit. Matsukawa kissed your temple. "Shh, (y/n). You're doing so well. You're so beautiful like this. I think you can take more. I want you to take more. For me, precious." "I-Issei," she murmured. You clung to his shoulders and looked at him. His eyes were dark, dark for you, and you wanted to please him. You bit your lip and laid your head on his chest to listen to the rapid thud of his heart. "Yes. For you." He groaned softly and slid his hands up between their bodies. His fingers found your nipples, and he pinched the hard peaks. You squeezed your eyes shut and cried out as his grip tightened. He pinched, and pinched, and pinched, and you danced in place. Your head fell back, and your spine bowed. Matsukawa held firm. You gripped his arms, your nails digging into his biceps. You arched into the pain, and the knot rolled on your clit. Your mind filled with agony, with nothing but the two searing points of pain in your breasts, and Matsukawa pinched harder. He thrust his hips forward and ground against your mound. You wept, her safeword on the tip of her tongue. The ropes shifted; the knot rubbed. You screeched, spasmed, and came. Your cunt throbbed and flooded, soaking your thighs. Matsukawa gave a triumphant shout and caught you to his chest. He kissed you over and over until your racking cries eased and you collapsed against him. "Beautiful," he whispered into your hair. "Beautiful,(y/n). I'm so proud of you." You opened your eyes and smiled at him, lips quivering with the effort. Hearing his praise you made the pain ease. You sniffed back tears, content that you'd pleased him again. "Rest?" You asked in a weak voice. Matsukawa kissed the tip of your nose and shook his head. "More." His hands slid up your back and kneaded the length of your spine around the web of ropes. His touch calmed your nerves, lessened your tears. You leaned on him. His cock was hard against your stomach. His eyes were nearly black with want. He wanted her. You felt strength flow into your limbs, warming your blood. He wanted her. You raised your head and kissed the point of his jaw. "More," you whispered. "For you, Issei. But please. Please, the rope. My-my-my. I can't--" You couldn't find the words to explain, but you knew that one more rub on your aching clit would force you to safeword out. You didn't want to say it, and she looked at him with pleading in your eyes. Matsukawa kissed you again, his lips soft on yours. "All right," he said, voice low. "Since you've been so good. So patient for me." His fingers twisted at the small of your back, and the rope between your thighs fell away. You sobbed in relief as he tied it up to the loops around your waist. Matsukawa kissed the tears from your cheeks and led you down the hall. You focused on your steps and clung to his hand. It wasn't until he'd led you across a room and guided you to a tall, cloud-soft bed that she could think. You sat on the edge of the mattress, legs spread wide to keep pressure off your clit, and looked at the room. The walls were a deep blue, all the furnishings were polished mahogany, you made a sound, unable to form words yet, but Matsukawa seemed to understand it was a question. "My room," he said as he brought a warmed rag over and wiped the tears and sweat from her face. "That was a guest room. This is my room, or are you too fucked stupid to know what room you've slept in before, Princess." You scraped her lower lip with her teeth, stifling a yelp when you hit a swollen spot. You're felt her heart racing. His room. His private space, his retreat. He'd possessed you, he'd fucked you, he'd made you scream and cry and come. You looked up at Matsukawa and felt him brush another tear off your cheek with the side of his thumb. "Thank you," you whispered. Matsukawa smiled and kissed your forehead. "I'm glad you told me about your fantasy princess" Again, you should be very proud of yourself. You're precious, (Y/n) . You're mine. My Princess." Your heart pounded. You slipped one hand around his nape and pulled him lower. You kissed the corner of his mouth and drew the point of your tongue along his lower lip. "More," you said with an affectionate purr. Matsukawa smiled and straightened up to strip off his jeans. He brushed the arch of your cheek with one finger, then gestured you to move into the middle of the bed. He straddled your hips and pulled her hands up to the elaborately carved headboard. You hummed with contentment as he fastened your wrists in place. Matsukawa went to all fours over you and kissed a line between your breasts, following the ropes. He circled your breasts, licked your aureoles, but passed by your nipples. As pleased as you were that he'd taken some care to avoid them since they still ached from his pinching torment, you couldn't help the disappointed whine when he moved lower without touching them at all. He laughed and kept going, his fringe tickling her stomach. He kissed your hips, and the tops of your thighs, then pushed her legs wide and settled between them. You dug your heels into the bed and lifted your hips in the offering. Matsukawa kissed the soft flesh of your inner thighs. He raised his head and spoke firmly to you. "Deep breath, (y/n)." Then he bit you. You hissed as Matsukawa sank his teeth into your thigh. He hung on, worrying into your leg until your voice broke in a shriek. He released you with a popping sound and immediately bit the opposite side. You bucked and screeched. Matsukawa swore when you kicked him in, he snapped his arms up to pin your knees to the bed. He surged forward and fastened his lips around your clit, sucking on it hard. Your vision went white as you came. You screamed in exultation, screamed until her throat felt raw. Matsukawa's weight on your legs held her lower half down, but your torso arched until only the crown of your head touched the mattress. The ropes around your torso dug into your chest and ribs. Matsukawa's lips and tongue kept moving, and her orgasm burned through you, flaming hotter with each lick. You gave a last, desperate shriek of his name before everything went dark.

You stretched and yawned. Your eyes fluttered open when she realized you've moved her arms. You weren't bound to the headboard any longer. You looked down the length of your body, blinking as you noticed that all the ropes were gone. There was a warm weight against your back, and you twisted to look over your shoulder. Matsukawa smiled at you and caressed your jaw. "Welcome back," he said, leaning in to kiss your cheek. "I went somewhere?" You turned over and cuddled against his chest. "You fainted." Matsukawa slipped his arm over your waist. He kneaded the base of your neck with the tips of his fingers. You sighed in contentment as he continued. "Took the ropes off to let you sleep. You've been out for a couple of hours." He smoothed your hair back and tipped his head against yours. "You have no idea how pleased I am with you, You. You've taken everything and asked for more. This is amazing. This is--" "Special," you said with him. You murmured and tossed one leg over his hip. You edged closer until you could feel his cock against your cunt. It was soft and relaxed, but when you rolled your hips, it twitched. Your lips curled in a dreamy smile. "You lied to me, though," you murmured, kissing his neck just below Adam's apple. "You said you'd use me for your own pleasure." He laughed. You felt it rumble through you, warming her body. "And you're saying that I haven't been doing that? Let me tell you, I'm getting off to this." You smacked his chest over his heart and left your hand there to feel his pulse. "No, I'm saying that I ... I'm confused," you whispered, nuzzling into his throat. "You've spent more time doing things to me than you've spent on yourself." "Ah." Matsukawa pushed you over onto your back and bent to suck at her neck. His tongue fluttered over your pulse, making you shiver. "You're making the assumption that doing all of that wasn't pleasing to me. (Y/n) babe, you've obeyed every order I've given you. You've begged me to give you more. You've given total control of your body to me. And you've thanked me for it. I've watched you tremble in orgasm a dozen times, and every time, you've screamed for me. That is what gets me off." He pushed at your legs, and you spread them, letting him settle between your thighs. Mattsukawa's kissed her breasts and drew one nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it, rolled it against the roof of his mouth, scraped it with the points of his teeth. You mewled and arched up to him as he moved to the other side. You could feel his cock stiffening against you, and you rocked her hips. You still felt sore from the ordeal he'd you put through, but you wanted more. His attention to your breasts had your wet pussy, and you wanted him. You ran your fingers through his fringe and pulled him up for a kiss. "More, Issei. Give me everything." Issei chuckled. He nipped at your mouth, reached between their bodies, and stroked your clit. You pressed into his hand, sliding your tongue into his mouth when he slipped two fingers into your cunt. You groped for his cock and stroked it until it was thick and solid in your hand. With a soft groan, Matsukawa pushed your hand away and tugged your leg up around his back. The blunt head of his cock rubbed on your clit, then slid lower and pushed into her cunt. You gripped the headboard and keened as he sank into your, stretching you full. Matsukawa balanced his weight on his hands and flexed his spine. He slid out of you to the tip so slowly that you could feel the ridge that circled his cock rubbing along every inch of your cunt. Matsukawa bent his elbows and touched his forehead to yours. "You were right about one thing," he murmured. You slipped your hands around him, feeling the tension in his body as he held his position. "What about?" "I said I wouldn't make love to you." He caught your mouth and kissed you, languid and tender. "That was a lie." You moaned. "Matsukawa, please." You dug your nails into his shoulders, and Matsukawa hissed. He snagged her hands, one by one, and laced his fingers in hers. He pinned your hands to the bed by your shoulders as he kissed you again. "Mine." Mattsun slid deep into you. He lowered to his elbows and kissed your throat as he set up a slow rhythm. You felt as though she were floating, drifting on an ocean of arousal. Matsukawa took you further out on the waves with each thrust. He nuzzled into the hollow beneath your ear. His voice shuddered when he whispered to her. "You're mine, (y/n)." You purred and wrapped your legs around his hips. The weight of his body on yours, the brush of his lips against your neck, the steady rhythm of his thrusts pushed you nearer to orgasm. You shut your eyes and tightened around him. You groaned as your cunt squeezed his cock, and you felt him shiver. He gripped your hands and drove hard into her. He ground against your clit and bit her ear. "Come."

You bucked beneath him. The order flared heat through your body, and you came at his command. You screamed for him, body singing as every muscle tensed. Matsukawa grunted and picked up speed. As the last spasms ended for you, his began. Matsukawa burrowed into her neck, his thrusts erratic. You to his hands and urged him on with demanding whispers. He stiffened and came with a violent jerk. He groaned your name and collapsed on you. You smiled. You tipped your cheek against his sweat-damp hair and loosed one hand from his grasp. You smoothed your fingers between his shoulders. You hear Matsukawa say, "Mine." as sleepness too over you.

When morning came, you found yourself wrapped in the arms of Matsukawa. You felt his light breathing on your neck as your cheeks turn a shade of rouge. You feel Matsukawa stir as he finally lets out a yawn signifying that he is awake. He kisses your neck; as he reaches your ear, you hear him say, "Good morning princess, last night was amazing." you turn to him and smile, "it was." "I wasn't too rough with you, princess?" "No, you were perfect. I can't wait to brag to my friends about how great you are in bed." Matsukawa hummed in agreement as he pulls you closer to his chest, his heartbeat ringing in your ears.  there was a pregnant pause. "I can't wait to do it again," you say, breaking the silence. Matsukawa let out a soft laugh and kissed your temple. "Anything for you, princess."

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