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HQ BOYS WHEN YOU PULL THEM BY THEIR BELT/BELT LOOP
SUNA: a deep yelp comes from his lips, the usual bored look he had on his eyes now replaced with shock as his hands naturally lands to the nearest surface, trapping you in his arms. with his face now inches closer to yours, he looks down at you, the tension between you two now rising. he raises an eyebrow with curiosity in his eyes as his deep voice flows through your ears, “hm, what’s going on in that little head of yours, bun?”
KUROO: a startled expression etches on his face, not expecting you to do such a bold action. although, he’s quick to recover from his shock as he shoots you a cocky grin, letting his hand fall to rest on your hip. “what’s this, kitten? if you needed me, you could’ve just said so yourself.” he chuckles, “but this,” his eyes then wander down to where you were holding his belt, “this is probably much better.”
ATSUMU: literally gasps out loud in shock, “oh SHIT you- you really just did that huh?” he curses, trying his best to compose himself although he’s actually a stuttering mess. with a deep inhale, he lets his hands find their place on your hips as he looks down at you with a certain look on his eyes, clearing his throat. “are we gonna make out or..?”
IWAIZUMI: he looks down at you, surprised. letting an eyebrow raise as if he’s asking for you to explain what was that for. however, with that look on your eye, iwaizumi swore something had bursted inside him that lead him unable to restrain himself as he slowly slithers his arm around your waist, the action sending you shivers through your spine while you watch as he reaches your hand that was holding his belt, raising it to let it rest on his shoulder. he chuckles under his breath while he keeps eye contact with you, “god, you really don’t know what you’re doing to me, do you?”
SAKUSA: both his eyebrows shoot upwards and his body freezes momentarily. you watch as his eyes looks at you with shock written upon them. he could barely let out a steady statement as his breath wavers, “..w-what.. what are you doing?”
OIKAWA: “okay, so, remember when iw— AH! OH MY GOD!” he screeches out dramatically when you unexpectedly pull him by his belt and his heart runs in laps. he looks at you with shock as you only shoot him an innocent smile. “sweetie, what was that for?!” he lets a hand hover his chest as you giggle, about to give him an answer when he adds, “but that was kinda hot though..”
YAMAGUCHI: a high pitched yelp comes from his lips and he stares at you with wide eyes, a flush creeping across his cheeks. never have you seen your boyfriend look so embarrassed and surprised your whole life that you had to let out a laugh, your reaction worsening the blush on his cheeks as he holds the wrist of your hand that was holding his belt. “H-Honey.. S-Stop..”
KITA: when you pull him by his belt, he let’s out a tiny oh, peering at you with curiosity. smh innocent bb. he gives you a look that encourages you to explain what you did, but somehow, inside him, he thought it kinda felt nice to have you pull him towards you that way.
KENMA: he tenses. it honestly never crosses his mind once that you would ever do the action of pulling him towards you by his belt—the gesture so unexpected that it leaves him a blushing mess. his body freezes in place and you watch as he looks at you with wide eyes. “(y-y/n).. what was that..?”
KAGEYAMA: he really went “oh shit” as soon as he feels that force on his hip—not expecting you to suddenly pull him in that way. his eyebrows raises in surprise while his head tilts in confusion, not sure what to expect when you’re innocently looking at him in the eye. and he blinks, “uh. hi?”
ASAHI: “AH!” he lets out a yelp that could possibly be heard up to the second floor. he looks back and forth from your face then down to where your hand connects to his belt, letting him compose himself for a few moments as he freezes in place. his eyes widens and he stammers like crazy. “S-Sweetheart.. What- What did you just do..?”
USHIJIMA: both his eyebrows raise upon the sudden pull of force on his hip area. he looks down at you as he holds a potted plant on his hand. you watch as he blinks down at you, as if looking for any answers through whatever emotion your face has on. you let him place his plotted plant on the nearest surface and he faces you, holding your hand that was on his belt as he raises it to his chest, letting his thumb softly rub on to your soft skin. “is there anything you need, honey? you can tell me anything.”
MATTSUN: when you pull him by his belt, he lets shock overcome him, both his eyebrows shooting upward. and yet, that shock is quickly replaced by a smirk as he looks down to where your hand is holding his belt. he lets out a deep “oh?” with a certain glint on his eye that deeply intensifies your need for him.
BOKUTO: “AH! WHAT AR—wait what’s this all about baby?” his mood alters in the quickest because one moment his eyes were widened like saucers and now he’s peering down at you with expectation. and you’re starting to think he’s just realizing how much he likes the way you pull him to you by his belt. you could see the blush appearing on his cheeks as he scratches the back of his neck bashfully—a rare thing to be seen from the bokuto kotaro. and he suggests cheekily, “you know.. maybe you should do this more often.. hehe.”
AKAASHI: he lets out the softest gasp from his lips as his widened eyes wander down to where your hand grasps onto his belt, and his mind really goes ‘oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god-’ but then he scratches that by clearing his throat, trying his all to keep his composure while barely managing to keep eye contact with you. “w-what is it you need, honey..?”
#requested by anon!#special shoutout to anon who suggested this <3 ily baby i hope you love this#haikyuu x reader#suna x reader#kuroo x reader#iwaizumi x reader#atsumu x reader#sakusa x reader#oikawa x reader#yamaguchi x reader#ushijima x reader#bokuto x reader#asahi x reader#akaashi x reader#kita x reader#kenma x reader#kageyama x reader#mattsukawa x reader
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Random Haikyuu Prompts that I need the motivation to write
Atsumu carries your stuff, unprompted. Literally will not let you carry so much as a sheet of paper if he's around. It makes him feel needed, useful, even in some small way, to the person he loves.
Matsukawa just has his hands on you all the time. It's like muscle memory for him to have his hand in your back pocket, over your shoulders, looped through your arm; and don't think he's above squeezing or tapping your ass playfully in public.
Oikawa/Hinata being your deskmate at school and filling your notebooks and textbooks with doodles in the edges. The more obvious his feelings become, the cheesier those doodles get, to the point that your notebook edge is now nothing but hearts and cupids and other random lovey-dovey doodles.
Kuroo likes to feed you, has snacks on his person for you at all hours of the day, and there's a variety. He's learned your favourites through observation and trail and error, even brings you whole lunches sometimes. His excuse is that he made too much for himself.
Kenma's a biter. Soft nips to get your attention while you're cuddling or just randomly while you're just existing, he'll bite you pretty hard, it's his way of saying he loves you, the damn cat.
Kageyama gets manicures with you and likes to match with you. He's got no shame, he'll wear any colour you want, pink included, and rock it proudly. His absolute favourite is black though, loves matching black nails with you.
Sunset walks on the beach with Osamu, music playing from a speaker hanging off your wrist, hands swinging between you. That's it, that's the prompt.
Suna keeps an embarrassing picture of you as his lock screen and often lets people steal glances at it, just so he can tell people off if they make fun of you. On his home screen, is a picture of you, dressed to the nines, smiling while looking your absolute best just for him, and that one, no one else gets to see.
#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu x reader#atsumu miya x reader#atsumu x reader#atsumu miya#mattsukawa x reader#mattsukawa issei#oikawa torū#oikawa toru fluff#oikawa x reader#hinata shoyo fluff#hinata shoyo x reader#kuroo tetsuro x reader#kuroo fluff#kuroo x reader#kenma kuzome#kenma x reader#kenma hcs#kageyama x reader#kageyama tobio#osamu miya x reader#osamu x reader#miya osamu#suna rintaro x reader#suna imagines#suna rintarou#haikyuu hcs#haikyuu fluff#prompts#please help me decide what to write
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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
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TAKING CARE OF YOU WHEN YOU'RE SICK
feat. Bokuto, Kuroo, Mattsukawa and Kageyama
TW: none really, just a sick gn!reader and a lot of fluff
A/N: Repost from my old blog.
BOKUTO really wishes he could take away all that pain, even bear it himself if that meant you’d be okay. He’d ask you often if you’d like to be cuddled because he wants to keep you warm.
“Mmm, Bo, you don’t have to be so close, love” you whisper, “You’ll fall sick.”
These words were only counterproductive, as you feel his grip on you tighten. “I’m not gonna get sick, and I’m not letting you go, okay?” Bokuto is well aware that he isn’t the best cook, so he gets Akaashi to make you some lovely chicken soup in hopes that you feel better. The boy is extremely paranoid, but he tries to keep his anxiety in control, so as not to worry you. He finds himself reading tons of WikiHow articles on how to nurse a sick loved one because he wants to learn and give you the best care there is out there.
You're the light of his life and he'd do anything to keep you happy and healthy.
KUROO knows you’re sick when he feels your body heat up beside him as you lay sleeping. His efforts to gently rouse you went in vain as you didn’t escape the clutches of your feverish doze. Not batting an eyelid, the man quickly grabs a cloth and some water and spends the rest of the night by your bedside, occasionally replacing the cloth on your forehead as he tries to bring down your temperature. You wake up groggily to find him making breakfast.
“Here you go, I made you something light and healthy. You’re running a fever, so I’ll take the day off to care for you. And don’t forget to eat up the fruits!”
He quickly changes the subject when you ask him if he’s slept well, and digs into breakfast like he just drank a can of Red Bull. Kuroo will go a hundred sleepless nights if he could make sure that you’d rest well.
You don’t care about being sick, and MATTSUKAWA is quite aware of that. So when you sit in front of your laptop that morning, neglecting your raging headache and the rising fever, he decides to draw the line.
“Hey. Look at me”, he tells you softly, but firmly. “Listen, you’re mature enough to know your own body and its limits, but even you will admit that you’re sick.”
“Don’t you pride yourself on your work? If you do work when you’re sick, there’s no way it is going to be as good as the work you do when you’re okay, and no, don’t argue with me on that. So if you want to do substandard work in discomfort, be my guest. Or else, you can relax in bed for a while and wait for your body to get better so you can be yourself again.”
Five minutes later, you find yourself in your bed, waiting for Mattsun to bring you your favourite warm drink as you choose a channel to watch. You might be grumbling at the moment, but you’ll thank him later for getting you to rest, and he knows it.
KAGEYAMA knows you were overworking yourself at a rate where you'd fall sick, but he can’t seem to convince you as you always told him to practice what he preached. He knows how much you’d exert yourself, ignoring all the warning signs your body was giving you because according to you, work is much more important to you than your health. So when you wake up one morning, face visibly flushed with the fever you were running, he decides to take matters into his own hands.
"No, you are not going to work. You're sick, love. You need rest." He stated, simply and firmly, tucking you back in bed albeit your reluctance.
Kageyama is quite clueless on how to take care of you; the poor bean is so nervous that he’d mess things up. He’ll frequently call Hinata to make sure that he was doing all the right things. For once, volleyball isn’t the first thing on his mind, because right now, the only thing that needs his attention is you. He may be awkward about it, but you know he how much he loves you in the way he does the little things.
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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
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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.
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*:..｡o○ adventures in co-parenting ○o｡..:*
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a series of stories about a select group of haikyuu characters dealing with co-parenting and lingering feelings. they are all young parents most getting pregnant at the end of high school/ beginning of college (ages 17-20). these stories are mostly set between the ages of 22-24.
enjoy ♥︎
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sakusa; a ballet recital and bouquet of flowers
atsumu; dinner and a doppelgänger
suna; passion fruit and a beach birthday
mattsun; a soccer game and a yellow card
akaashi; menthol cigarettes and a surprise visit
???; sickness and a trip to the emergency room
???; a school field trip and monkey plush
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[16:53]
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fuck, fuck, fuck.
mattsukawa hates hanamaki with everything in his being at this moment. he should have never trusted him with the information in the first place, but he did anyway. he could strangle makki right about now. if murder was legal, he'd be punching his own childhood friend to death.
last week, when he went out drinking late, mattsukawa issei told his best friend that he was irrevocably in love with you. that he had loved you ever since senior year of high school, and you were the reason why all his relationships kept failing.
"dude, what the fuck?" hiro had asked, putting his drink down, "you're telling me that you've been in love with them all this time and that's why your relationships don't work out? what about nami? i thought you genuinely liked her."
"there's a difference between like and love, you know," issei had replied, sipping his beer. he now wishes he hadn't. because after he entrusted that information to hiro—that scheming conniving absolute rat bastard had gone and told you everything. every single thing mattsukawa had said in drunken stupor but also in complete confidence was revealed to you.
you, his other best friend that couldn't make it to the bar that night because of some emergency at work. you, the best friend that he's been in love with for the last five years, and hasn't said a word about it because of how scared his own feelings make him.
he saw you just now. and you spotted him too. he was at the mall, and coincidentally, there you were. with makki by your side.
god, how issei wanted to punch that idiot. he could see hanamaki's lips turn into a smirk as he pointed him out to you. and you waved, smiling.
now, what could poor old issei do? the only thing that came into his mind was to run. and so that's what he did. he turned, and he kept walking. he didn't stop until he's in the parking lot, unlocking his car and forgetting about the shoes he wanted to buy today. he's opening the door as he hears your voice, "issei, wait!"
he doesn't want to listen. he really doesn't. but his stupid heart stops him from getting in his car and driving away. his heart stops him from cutting you out of his life entirely, and he's way too scared of what's about to happen.
you walk faster. and faster. and faster, until you're basically running. as soon as you reach him, you're jumping into his arms. wrapping yourself around his torso, as you bury your face into his shirt, you mumble, "i missed you, dumbass."
he chuckles lightly, because that's all he can muster right now. his leather jacket feels heavy on him all of a sudden, and unexpectedly, there's dark splotches of tears where your face had been moments ago. you're looking up at him now, and he can see the stains on his own shirt.
"you're... crying," he says, "what happened? are you okay?"
"are you?" you raise an eyebrow up at him. you pull yourself away from him, before shoving him, "what gave you the right to ignore me, huh?"
"hey, slow down-"
you shove him again. and again. and you continue pushing at his chest, "do you know how worried i was? do you have no concern for people that love you? for people that care about you more than anything else in the world? huh? are you that stupid? you idiot, do you know how scared i was that i had done something wrong?"
"wait, slow down for a second-"
"you hate hiro right now, but do you even know why he told me?" you slow down now, looking down at your shoes, "i've liked you since freshman year, a-and hiro was the only person that knew. well, oikawa found out after senior year ended but then he left the country so i wasn't really worried that he'd tell someone—pfft, like anyone would believe that idiot, anyway. but the point is, i like you. wait no, i love you. i really, really, love you. and, yeah. that's it."
mattsukawa blinks slowly, as if processing the information like an old machine from the seventies. you look up now, your eyes slightly glossy. your voice croaks as you point back with your thumb, "y'know what, i'm gonna head back now- mmph!"
issei does it. he kisses you. he cups your cheek, dips his head and kisses you with so much passion that he feels like he's grown wings. he feels like he's going to fly around; all the excitement, all the pining has led to this moment and he's never felt this way before. kissing someone had always felt like a chore to him—until today. your lips taste different, almost dreamlike. he can taste the coconut lipbalm you use. he smiles into the kiss as his back hits his car, and he pulls you in tightly.
"holy shit, i've been waiting to do that for five years," he grins, pulling away. you smirk at him, "i win. seven years."
"are you sure you didn't lose? loving me longer means you lost, you're a simp," he says, sarcasm laced with his tone.
you're about to reply with your own snarky comment, but just then, the two of you are interrupted by a familiar voice, "oh my god, it worked!"
takahiro stands at the parking lot entrance, his hands up in excitement as he first bumps the air. he whoops, before yelling, "i finally don't have to listen to the two of you simp for each other anymore!"
issei looks back at you, meeting your gaze, "you think he still deserves to be beat up?"
"i mean," you grin like the cheshire cat, "why not?"
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Content/warnings: angst w happy ending (kind of), heartbreaks duh
Character(s): Atsumu x reader, Mattsukawa x reader, Sakusa x Atsumu
A/n: i kinda wanted this to be more angsty but i suck at writing :( sorry baby grills. Also at the end of the fic there is a link for another fic that is somehow related to this one.
"I like you."
You stop picking the Molten balls the moment Atsumu confesses, your eyes widening, but not out of surprise, because you knew this would happen, and it's finally happening, but you wish it wasn't. So you try to play it cool.
"Aww, i like you, too, 'Tsumu." you disregard it, hoping that this is exactly what he meant, even when you heart is trembling in fear and your temperature is rising every passing second.
Atsumu frowns as a sigh leaves his lips, "You know that's not what i meant. Y/N, i love-"
"Don't." you beg, "Please, Atsumu, don't say it." your lips quiver as you try to keep it together, hoping that this is just a dream and you'll wake up soon, happy as ever in your dreamy utopia.
But Atsumu's heavy breathing keeps you latched on the lands of earth with a fierce grip.
You're selfish; Osamu has told you many times to stop playing, but Atsumu is a friend you can't afford to lose. He was the first one who made you feel "normal", who never judged you for being the way you are, who never laughed at your insecurities and always spoke up for you when you were too little for this way bigger, overwhelming world.
Atsumu is special.
But Atsumu is also ruthless, he does not leave you the option of pretending that everything is okay.
"I love you." he admits.
And you break.
You wish that you could go back in time and never walk that path where you met the twins; you wish that you were someone else, someone Atsumu despises, because you'd rather be hated by him than loved. Maybe if he hated you, you wouldn't see him shedding tears today because of you.
"I love you." he repeats between sobs, "and i'm tired of pretending i don't."
Atsumu has admitted his defeat a long time ago, he knew what he was getting into when he decided to keep loving you. He knew that there will be a day where his heart would be shredded into pieces just like the love letters he wrote but never delivered to you in middle school.
"I'm sorry." you cry with him "I'm sorry, Atsumu. You're my best friend and i don't want to see you hurt but-" you take a moment to sniffle and gain some courage for your next words, "i don't love you. Not the way you want me to."
He knew it, yet, not a thing could prepare him for this day;
He feels like the worms that arise in the rain just to breathe the little bits of life, only to be cruelly crushed by the soles of the passengers; like the Sloths of Hell who desperately keep chasing the banner of peace despite the stinging insects, oblivious to their eternal sufferings and sins.
Like someone tore his chest with bare hands and ripped every single organ inside of it.
Love teared him apart, yet he kept loving you.
"I understand." he doesn't. He doesn't want to understand, he wants to cry and scream at you for being so merciless, like he did when you stole the last piece of cake on his 12th birthday, but he is not a kid anymore, and you... you did nothing wrong. You never got his hopes up, always drawing the line when you two acted more than just how friends should act.
He wishes he could resent you, even just a bit, but he can't blame you for just wanting his friendship and nothing more.
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That evening, Atsumu weeps in Osamu's arms, the quieter twin rubbing his back soothingly as he tries to stop his own tears.
"I don't think i'll be able to love again, 'Samu." he sniffles.
"Don't say that, you'll be able to move on." his twin hugs him tighter, "You will find love again."
※ 6 years later
Osaka is a pretty city, you get to visit the sea every weekend to clear up your mind and enjoying your time alone.
Although lately you are not alone anymore, because now you have Sasha (your dog) and Issei (your boyfriend) who don't understand the concept of personal space; you don't mind it though, you also love their clinginess.
"Sasha, where are you running off to?!" you follow your dog, who keeps sniffing around to find... something. Suddenly, she lifts her head up in a moment of ephiphany and runs towards the small gray rock near the beach bar. You run behind her, only stopping when you see another dog extremly similiar to Sasha.
"Pika!" you hear a familiar voice shout from a close distance; your lungs run out of air the moment you see him.
He is glowing, you think. His hair are way brighter than before and his muscles are more toned, but you would recognise that face between millions.
He also meets your eyes and stops in his tracks, pondering on his next words.
"Ah... hi." he says lamely, but you aren't any better. "Oh, hi, long time no see - looks like Sasha found a new friend."
He hums looking at the dogs.
It's hella awkward, you want to ask him so many things, but at the same time you want to run away and forget this ever happened; but your heart decides before your brain can think. "How have you been?"
"Good... Good. I hope you've been well, too." he replies.
This time, you hum.
"Tsumu, let's g-" another dark haired man approaches you two with a questioning look. "And this is...?"
"Just an ol' friend, Omi." he smiles, but you believe that "Omi" is not convinced of this, given the fact that he is basically shooting daggers at you with his onyx eyes.
"I see." his lips are tight, but he decides to leave it at that, grabbing Atsumu's waist and bringing him closer. "We have to go."
You don't hold them back. "Sasha," you pick her up, "let's go, daddy's waiting." and of course you are petty like that, "Omi" needs to know that you are not planning on doing anything with his "Tsumu", since you are quite happy with your current boyfriend.
"Been nice seeing you, Atsumu." you bid him your farewell with a gentle wave and a small smile which he returns.
You are glad Atsumu found love again.
Bonus:
"Where were you guys?" Issei asks when he sees you with Sasha, "Don't abandon your poor boyfriend all alone on the beach, will you?"
"You're so dramatic, Issei."
Reblogs are really appreciated! Check out Issei and YN's story with their dog here !
#atsumu x reader#atsumu angst#mattsukawa x reader#sakusa x atsumu#sakuatsu#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu angst#haikyuu happy ending#angst with happy ending#haikyuu scenario#msby x reader#inarizaki x reader
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(Innocent) Sleepover
Mattsukawa & YN have been neighbors since first year middle school. YN’s parents have been rumored to have shouting matches when they argue, thus causing their kid to come over for some much needed sleep. Over the years, Mattsun and yn have been growing close, so much so that Oikawa picks up on the subtle hints yn has the middle blocker wrapped around their finger…
Word Count: 1.5K-1.6K
Pairing: Mattsukawa Issei x Reader (yn)
Rating: hq fluff ft. Mattsun x reader
this got me thinking how mattsun kisses start out gentle at first, heh
You throw a pebble or four at the second highest window of your friend’s house. Parents were arguing over the water bill this time and though you could usually sleep through the yells, you texted your neighbor asking to sleepover. It’s been a few years since you had slept over, the last time was the summer in your third year of middle school during a shared family trip to Hyogo. Your mother wanted to visit an old friend of your grandmother, however that was about six summers ago. Regardless, the pebbles keep piling up until you see a familiar silhouette peek out over the railing.
“Stay there, I’ll open the sliding door by the herb garden,” is all you hear and you pick up your backpack off the grass to sling it over your shoulder.
The door slides open with a decisive ‘whoosh!’
“Is that yn-chan? Mattsun, let yn-chan in…”
The scolding of their grandson makes you bite back a chortle when he tells them he was going to invite you inside regardless.
Your neighbor meets you explaining his grandprents were in town for the upcoming volleyball game between Seijoh and a former powerhouse school. An amused smile curls your lips and in the fluorescent light above you both, if he wasn’t so unsure you would reciprocate his feelings, he might have greeted you with a forehead kiss. Ever since he hit just second growth spurt, Mattsukawa Issei stands taller than ever thus making your height the perfect one for him to rest his head atop when you do give him your normal ‘hello’-hug. He could tell you were having a rough night, especially when the shouting seemed to have been muffled from his window. The pebbles still littering the small space between his door and the short balcony. Said balcony was home to many late night talks with each other, slowly becoming a comfort spot during house parties and sleepovers with the guys.
While you take up his offer of holding your backpack, you wander off to greet his relatives. Sleeping over his place on a Friday right before game day was not what you had intended, yet when your father hears you leave, your mother questions where you’re headed both knowing full well you’d be found next door—there is a shared memory when you first moved here the summer before you start middle school, where you meet the neighbors (parents) of the lanky boy next door. You were and still are more expressive than he is, but your sarcastic wisecracks sprinkled with sharp cynical one liners added to more appeal to try to be your first friend. Mattsukawa was just glad you let him be near you, fast friends you became before volleyball took over his life. Sure, in the past you watched several games he had played in, but alas as time progresses, your presence at games slightly dwindled, much to the middle blocker’s dismay. Yet, you have a knack of showing up at the first and second game on a whim, therefore surprising him (and causing him to play his personal best from time to time).
Inside the kitchen, Mattsukawa overhears you talk with his relatives. The conversations stem past the “how do you do’s” to more pressing matters like if you’ve already had an eye on someone say about “yay high, slightly sun kissed skin, plays a particular sport, etc.” you play with your hands a little bit saying if that were the case, then you’d probably be on your way back from a date.
Mattsukawa freezes, letting your backpack fall onto his floor with a muddle thump. From what he can infer, you do like him? He reasons with himself he will ask you once you say your good nights to his grandparents. It’s not very often they visit Miyagi, though the old couple might be the best wing people ever.
The digital clock reads close to 22:38 when you walk into Mattsukawa’s room. You noticed he had pushed a few pillows in the middle thus making you shake your head. It was an awfully sweet gesture, you think, ever since you read the westernized legend of King Arthur and how he laid a modesty barrier between he and the lady Guenevere. Behind you, you feel his presence hovering and you say in a low voice, “race ya!”
Mattsukawa chuckles as he takes five long steps and wins the short race. You on the other hand, practically tackle him on the mattress when you trip over his own school bag, forcing him to hold you steady by your waist. Is that a blush…? Oh my god. It is! your eyes glance at his cheekbones and his ears. His hands are warm, calloused, but stern in the support he gives you. The closeness of where your hand landed on his chest made his ebony eyes study your curious stare. The moonlight reflects in them and for the first time in a long time (technically since his first high school girlfriend broke things off with him), he senses that familiar increase in his heart rate.
Luckily the shouting had since dialed down and with the door closed behind you both, Mattsukawa chose to be brave this time. He brings you closer to him and when he leans down, you expected him to kiss you directly on the mouth, but no—he instead kisses your forehead whispering something along the lines of, “Ask me and I will.”
In your arms, you catch whiffs of his body wash: he smells of pine and bonfires, fireflies, and the quiet storms by the mountain valley. Your hands move away from his chest to wrap around his neck, toying with the ends of his outgrown hair. Mattsukawa’s immediate instinct was if he were to kiss you for real, he’d need to sit up since he wouldn’t trust himself (or you) would stop—you’ve been side by side like a second shadow since the first time you were invited over via Oikawa’s need to know who caused his teammate to be clearly smitten. You have a slight panic in your eyes when he sits up, yet your fear turns into a muted look of recognition as you readjusted yourself to straddle him properly. Gazing from your eyes to your lips and back again, you realize you haven’t said anything yet. Gods above knew you wanted him to kiss you, for years, your brain reminds you, because somehow making sure you were ok after nights like tonight made you start seeing your neighbor under a different light.
“You needn’t ask,” you tell him in a hushed tone, taking a deep breath, and on the exhale you continue.“You’re the only one who doesn’t need to—mmf?!”
Lips pressed against yours faster than you could finish that statement, Mattsukawa doesn’t apologize for the electricity he passed to you, but considering your gasp of surprise your eyes fluttered close when you feel a familiar hand rests against your cheek; tender and chaste like a secret shared in your shared past. His hands stay behind you, before wandering higher to cradle the back of your head. Unnecessarily warm, is a common thought both of you have prior to one common word dance to the forefront of your mind—more, give me more.
You in turn kiss him back, which makes you feel him smile against your pursed lips. It isn’t a violent one, not one where either of you are rushed, however with the way he’s making you feel like your body is on fire causes you slower the pace; his hands stay by your side, almost grazing your skin sighing into your half opened mouth. Your hair is tousled by him, keeping strands away from where your lips are. There is meaning and purpose behind everywhere you allow his lips to reach: calm mind on your forehead, inside jokes when he reaches the corner of your mouth, but when you pause before you kiss him again, you realize you never seen him this flushed before. It’s a sight you selfishly take mental snapshots of—there is a desperate nature in the way he calls your name as he holds a wrist of yours gently against his sternum. Below, your palm feels the heightened ramifications you did.
There is an apologetic phrase on the tip of his tongue, yet you remove your other hand from behind his shoulder to press your fingertips against his ajar lips. You shake your head saying, “it’s ok.”
He presses his forehead against your own, his voice is low like a short rumble of thunder as he calls you, “pretty,” rubbing your shoulders. In the dark, you notice how handsome his features naturally are especially when there are notes of strawberry pinks tinting the sides of his neck. Needless to say, you were amused about this bashful side of his.
“C’mere,” your voice has a coy tone and like any good person, Mattsukawa does as he is told. When you kiss him this time, you purposefully miss before tracing his jaw with your lips; kissing and sucking the taut skin of his neck. He groans as he grips the ends of your shirt with one hand, the other pushes the back of your head further into the juncture between his collarbone and neck, forcing you to remain following through with this kindness.
You hover painfully steady above his lips before you close the gap together. Mattsukawa’s eyes swears they have never seen anyone this effortlessly hot; sure lavender hues and roses would bloom around your head, like a spring sprite, but for him, he’s glad he took a chance on kissing you—and vice versa. Little things you notice when you kiss him this time: he knows how to hold you, obeys when you open your mouth a smidge, breathes in time with you, calls you nicknames under his breath which makes you dizzy.
“Finally,” is the last confession you’re able to coherently hear when he works on leaving a love bite on your collarbone. You inhale and exhale, cooling the skin behind his jaw, tugging him closer until he leaves your exposed bone alone only to recapture your lips in a teasingly slow kiss.
He tastes the remnants of your dinner and lavender tea when you open your mouth a bit wider for him, you inhale through your nose and exhale into his mouth, filling his lungs with more air for him to continue kissing you like this. Losing yourself in his touch, you feel his fingers run along the small of your back. Mattsukawa makes you take a seat on his lap securing his hold on you. He doesn’t leave your lips alone until they are bruised from returning every ounce of affection he gives you—you nearly knock heads and he chuckles saying you’ll be the one to ground him with your logic. You shake your head when you peck his lips once more.
“Not so fast,” his voice halts your movements. His hands fix the bottom of the your sleeping shirt while you tilt his head this way and that, amused at your blossoming bruises there; in return, he does the same, chuckling at where your fingers press against his neck.
“Admiring your work?”
“O’course,” you reply. “How are you going to explain how you got these?”
“I don’t kiss and tell,” he sticks his tongue out before tucking it away behind his teeth only for you to turn him toward you with a gentle tug of his chin.
“Then kiss me until all I know is you,” you say before he satisfies your most recent request. You meant it is as a dare, but you should have known better.
You let out a quiet, “Ack!” before his lips are on yours again. Mattsukawa is many things or so you hear: decent looks, kind smile, punny jokes, but why has no one thought to divulge how loving he really is? Or how when he makes out with you, he treats you like porcelain, he holds you like you’d evaporate any moment, or worse of all—he makes you feel invincible under his touch.
The tug and pull you make him obey ends with you disentangling yourself from him, until your feet are on the floor and your body is parallel with the floor, hands gripping his undershirt with a tenacity of not wanting to let go too early.
When he grants you a moment to breathe, Mattsukawa smiles sheepishly at you. He reaches out to hold your hand purposefully guiding you to have a seat on his lap, sans straddling this time. Leaning back far enough for you to lay a top of him in a less than compromising position, he hears you laugh trying to cover up your smile, he thinks you’re adorable this way.
“Hi,” His voice is quiet, but he teases you when he nudges his nose against your brow.
“Hey,” you return, a bit breathless before cupping his face. You stand flat foot now before raising your gaze to him, your thumb stroking the side of his face an amused smile on his lips, though it fades when you tease him a little. “So I take it you like me like me, huh Issei?”
Mattsukawa hugs you a bit tighter, burying his head in the crevice between your neck and shoulder. You can sense his warmth via the apples of cheeks when he does so, thus causing you to laugh a bit.
“Shut up,” he mumbled against your skin before pressing a chaste kiss there.
Running a hand through his hair in a comforting manner, you make a mention you will send your parents a text where you spent the night; you guide him back to lay down on his bed where he creates a space for you.
“Thought I made it clear just now,” Mattsukawa replies, pointing at your lips.
“I suppose so,” you reply.
Mattsukawa, after a beat, says his friends from volleyball always asked what the deal was between you two. You remind him he is your neighbor first, friend second, and if he’s interested, boyfriend sounds like it has a nice ring to it.
“We don’t have to tell them just yet, ‘sei,” you reply holding his hands.
The nickname makes him turn to face you entirely, a thumb of his massages circles into the space between your thumb and index finger. “At the very least when I show up to the gym tomorrow wearing your jacket, I’m sure the cat would be out of the bag… Oikawa would flip out though. Saying something like ‘told ya so!’ to Makki and Iwa. I can only imagine…”
He nods, “but for now baby, sleep, yeah?”
Kissing the space between your brows after you agree, you make yourself comfortable, the pillows in the middle now are shared properly between you and your neighbor.
“Good night pretty boy,” you murmur before pecking his smile away. He hugs you close before pulling his comforter over your bodies, tracing lattices of violets on your shoulder.
Sleepovers were never quite your style, you didn’t want interrupt the movie-marathon nor the friendship bonding of the boys, however you’re a constant in Mattsukawa’s life. Your story begins here, falling asleep next to him like you did when you were thirteen, comfortable and safe. As a constant source of support and quiet resolve reserved for the court, you also learn Mattsukawa Issei is two things: first, a steadfast guardian when your seas turn violent and second, his ability to always sense when you need him is par to none. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you toward him, whispering something or other about taking you to that cat café you wanted to visit after school on Tuesday (the only day after a game they didn’t have afternoon practice) just to “make it official,” you say, your lips turn into a smirk to match his own.
“You’re so lucky you live next door,” your voice is barely audible as you watch your friend fall asleep, his breaths evening out. “I don’t know where I’d go if you didn’t.”
Since then, the remnants of your parents argument die out, thus making it a more peaceful night—silent confessions and all.
It’s why this first sleepover begins innocently enough has you gaze out the window where the pebbles laid on the balcony to greet the two of you come the morning.
#🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue#sora after hours#haikyuu x reader#mattsukawa x reader#sora scribbles 2022
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head empty only mattsukawa issei crushing on his little sister’s babysitter.
he can’t get over how pretty you look, with your hair up in a ponytail and a smile that widens every time his sister speaks to you. mattsun watches from afar, laying down on the couch, while you make a sandwich for the little girl.
he usually takes care of his siblings, but lately he’s been busy with practices and tournaments and his time off has been hard to manage. his mom had heard about you through some of of her friends: a young high schooler that helped people around with their kids and their house for just a few yen per hour - it was more of a side business for you, just to avoid always asking your parents for money and having some savings of your own. you have been working for the mattsukawas for a little while, but today, however, is the first time issei is actually home with you there as well.
“mattsun!!!!” his sister yells, running up to him holding sandwich full of what looks like raspberry jam. the boy looks directly at her with a soft smile. he wouldn’t say it out loud so often, but he does love his siblings so very much - and likes to take them out for ice cream every-time he can. “yes?” he answers, leaning towards the little girl.
“look, y/n made me my favorite!” she waves the sandwich in front of her brother, pointing at you then adding “she is the best.”
you stand there with a kind smile, kneeling a little towards the six-years-old. “you are the best,” you reply, patting her head. mattsun’s eyes are already on you when you looked at him. he is smiling, almost smirking, and you feel you mouth instantly dry. he looks like he is about to say something, but the just stares at you in silence. your eyes widen as you straighten up, walking back to the kitchen with a frustrated expression - the little girl still there, sitting with her brother on the couch.
you quickly put the plate and knife you used to make the sandwich in the dishwasher, while trying to stop thinking about mattsukawa that way. of course you know who he was, and you had known all along, but it never really mattered. you guys go to the same school, although he is a year ahead of you and way too popular to be one of your acquaintances, so you didn’t think his presence would have caused you some kind of reaction when you first got the job. yet, today, his piercing eyes seem to be fixated on you endlessly and this might represent a minor inconvenience you did not think about.
“you can leave everything there, i’ll take care of it later.” and there he is, as if you summoned him with all this thinking. you gasp lightly because you did not even see him enter, not even with the corner of your eyes, yet manage to say “don’t worry, i can do it. i kinda get paid for it.”
his eyes are all over you, lazy yet curious. “you are paid to take care of the child,” he argues, then points at his sister, sitting on the couch with her sandwich, watching some sort of tv show. you bite your lip almost unconsciously, and his eyes are quickly looking down at it - thank god, you didn’t notice. he has been thinking some stuff about you since you were first introduced and now these ideas are running wild. “i do help around the house from time to time too. i don’t mind, really” you explain, smiling softly.
he shakes his head with a chuckle, which makes you frown because you didn’t say anything funny. “you’re too perfect, a real angel” he comments, and now your cheeks are red again. “w-what?” you start mumbling, but he’s already gone, back to the couch where his number one fan, his sister, is waiting for him.
after a couple of minutes, you head back as well and pretend you were not affected at all by what he said. sitting down across from him, you can still feel him staring - but also, another couple of bright eyes are now focused on your moves. the little girl chuckles, looks at her brother then back at you and announces, out of the blue and with the biggest smile “i think you will get married.” and as your eyes widen and your lips spread open in shock, while issei laughs his ass off, you convey that probably the mattsukawa siblings will be the end of you.
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Pen Pals..
Not me thinking about middle school/high school pen pals with Mattsun and an American. They are super into all kinds of cultures. Like anthropology-like.
Want to meet after high school but can’t. Mattsun says Iwa will be in America for college. Oc/reader is like, “I would but I’m poor.”
Finally able to make the trip in the guise of Iwa will be a big help for a final project for their Anthropology/Japanese Language double major.
Iwa calls Mattsun to double check what’s going on with this strange American pen pal. Mattsun seems short and grumpy. Says he’s just tired after being up all night with oc/reader.
Iwa takes this… wrong. On top of all other small negatives he’s ever heard (disregarding that the positives FAR outweigh the negatives in Mattsuns feelings toward oc/reader)
Talks to another friend while waiting on OC/reader.. expecting a culturally appropriating weeaboo type. Not boring ole oc/reader. Goes on about how tired Mattsun is of oc/reader and all kinds of stressed-college-kid-unloading-without-thinking stuff.
Oc/reader leaves and slowly but surely pulls away from Mattsun. But they can’t waste a whole college career of Japanese study.
**Time Skip**
Oc/reader offered an anthropologist position in Japan. First assignment? Funeral differences throughout the prefectures. Big, small, traditional etc..
Stumbles upon a certain funeral home/mortuary with none other than Mattsun…
It’s been years. What will happen now?
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Totally not thinking of that.
#haikyuu au#haikyuu!!#mattsukawa x reader#mattsun#mattsukawa issei#anthropology#I’ve watched too much bones#mean Iwa Chan#iwazumi hajime#american reader#American oc#angst#hurt/comfort#insecurity#cultural differences#what’s next#romance#anime#time skip
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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
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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
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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
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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
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pairing: hanamaki takahiro x f!reader
synopsis: having no money and the worst job leads you to dark places, answering a strangers roommate ad. leading you to meet the roommate from hell, who happens to have the solution to your problems and isn’t too bad at giving head.
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fun facts!
iwa’s & oikawa are ‘secretly’ hooking up. everybody knows.
issei worked really hard on that ad <3
please give makki a chance!! he’s just being a piss baby rn <,3 angry men fjajdjajsj
#🎀maybe baby#haikyuu#haikyuu smau#haikyuu texts#hq smau#hq#hq texts#haikyuu social media au#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu crack#haikyuu hanamaki#hanamaki takahiro#haikyuu mattsun#mattsukawa issei#haikyuu oikawa#oikawa toru#haikyuu iwaizumi#hajime iwaizumi
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