#dad!matsukawa

[honeystwiggypeach]

Could you do something along the lines of Mattsukawa introducing his very pregnant girlfriend to his friends and they are all shocked. They thought you were made up since they never met her (maybe she has a hectic work schedule and the timing just never happened).

You go out for drinks with them (obviously you aren't drinking) and they tell you so many embarassing stories about Mattsun and by the end of the night it's like you're one of gang, Mattsun feels happy knowing you and his friends get along well.

Omg bestie??? I love this, y’all are so smart you guys have just so many great ideas like what??😭tysm for requesting and sharing your idea!!! This is so great I’m gonna melt into a puddle rn🥰😭if anyone wants to see more or anything else let me know because I literally love requests so much!!

I did make reader work at the same funeral home as Mattsun because I’d assume that’s how they met when in college!

Tw- cursing, drinking, pregnant reader, baby is refered to as being small(in comparission to a newborn when she’s still in the womb by Mattsun because I suck at coming up with funny things😞) let me know if I missed anything!!

Whenever Matsukawa told any of his friends about you they’d exchange a look that said, “really? This again?” As much as he hated it their wasn’t much he could do to prove them wrong.

He showed them photos of you but they told him you had to be photoshopped in because no way in hell he’d been dating you since your freshman year of college and they still hadn’t met you.

“Guys, y/n’s pregnant…I’m gonna be a dad” he told them over drinks one night, you were fine with him going out at night since you’d have to cover night shifts for wakes sometimes and than other times paperwork would pile up from the director not doing their job. Other nights that you didn’t manage wakes, Mattsun did, for a long time, the only time you two saw eachother was at work and it sucked ass.

Though now that you’re on maternity leave, you’re finally able to spend time with your fiancé and meet his friends!

So of course when Issei brought up the idea of going to a bar and grill with his friends you were on board, “just to be clear you cannot drink” he repeats and you raise a brow.

“Clearly not Issei” you place your hands on your baby bump, you were nearing eight months pregnant and hadn’t thought of touching a lick of alcohol since you’d found out you were pregnant.

Of course when he walked in with you wrapped around his arm very clear belly on display he could hear Oikawa, Iwaizumi and Hanamaki chattered in disbelief.

He’s got a smug smile on his face as he helps you take off your sweater and purse before sitting down.

“I told you she was real!” Oikawa mutters slapping Iwaizumi’s shoulder lightly.

After introductions go around Maki is the first to ask, “so he’s like really gonna be a dad?”

You giggle softly and they can all see why Issei fell for you, “yea, feels like we’re gonna have her any day now” isseis eyes widen in worry.

“We still have two more months?”

“An expression baby” you smile sweetly and he lets out a sigh of relief.

Issei was telling the truth and from what it seems? He’d found the perfect person to balance him out.

After a few drinks and a few cups of water for you, Issei is excusing himself to the bathroom.

“Oh my god, y/n! While he’s gone let me tell you!” Tooru is a little tipsy, you can tell by the way a light pink dusts his cheek and every now and than he has to pause and lean his head against Iwa’s shoulder to catch himself.

“One time in highschool, Mattsun he” you listen to the way Oikawa wheezes before he can even finish the story.

This went on for the whole ten minutes that your fiancé was on the bathroom alternating between Tooru and Maki while Hajime their designated driver lets out occasionally snorts or adds onto their drunk retelling of events.

“Last week we went to the doctors,”you giggle a little at the memory before hearing the chair scrape against the floor.

Issei had been watching the four of you chat for a bit and he was glad you were getting along, ecstatic even, but he really didn’t need you to tell the guys that every time he went for an appointment with you he’d asked if the baby was full sized yet only to find out that she was still not the size of a newborn baby instead of just googling the size of a baby at certain gestations, in his defense he had no clue that’s how it worked.

Let me know if you guys want to see more or anything else because I love writing requests so much!!!!

[iwaijimes]

hq boys when their kids are possessive of their mom pt.2

feat! oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji and matsukawa issei x f!reader

cw: the boys have big families except Keiji (2), oikawa (4), issei (4), mentions of pregnancy on keiji’s part, this has been on my drafts for so long im so sorry TT — not proofread

OIKAWA if someone told oikawa and you that in a few years after marrying you would have almost the same number of kids as in a volleyball court you could have laughed so much to the point of crying. Nowadays, it’s not that funny, because just like that you ended up having four kids, more specifically one pair of twins and two boys who are a few years younger. it could have been alright if it wasn’t because all of the boys are the carbon copy of his father and also crybabies. and how to forget the clingy part, your kids loved their dad but when it came to you they would fight for your attention in the most dramatic ways.

like any Monday, you arrived from work, the house was completely on silence, no sign of your kids, you looked at the clock and there was still half an hour before they came back. placing your shoes at the entrance you felt a pair of arms around your waist, a faint smell of lavanda coming from your husband’s hair.

“don’t you have practice today?” you asked while hugging him back, an offended gasp came from his lips.

“(y/n)-chan you could have at least said that you were glad to see me instead of asking that” he said with a pout in his lips. You both stayed hugging each other like that until you heard the front door open followed by a mixture of gasp, screams and crying. 

“PAPA STOP” shiro, the youngest one screamed “YOU C-CAN’T TOUCH MAMA” he said while crying and hugging your leg. Following Shiro’s example the oldest ones Shin and Ryu placed themselves between the two of you while toruu was left aside dumbfounded, before you could react you felt a tugging in you shirt and saw your third son Ruki looking at you with puppy eyes, even though he was the quiet one, he knew how to play his cards when it came to you. 

meanwhile the boys were hugging you like there was no tomorrow oikawa was  sulking and trying to fit into the hug, and even started whining on how not even his kids would let him hug his beautiful wife and also their mother.

AKAASHI the day that Hana, your first daughter was born he felt the like the happiest man in the world, no one could compare the joy he felt when she was born, this same thing happened with your second and last daughter Miko. the two girls were, apart from you, his pride and joy. the girls were his carbon copy, the same blue eyes and his black hair and also his love and admiration for your persona. keiji, loved his girls, and the girls loved you so much, everything you did and you said they would follow it. Hana turned five while Miko just turned three not a while ago, and with that age it came the so called “possessive stage”, which consisted basically to cling into you at every opportunity they had and of course the poor keiji was totally forbidden to be near you on their presence. 

it a was sunday afternoon in which you and keiji were on the sofa watching a movie while the girls were taking their after-lunch nap. since it was rare that the two of you would be left alone like this, keiji took advantage of it and wrapped his arms around your waist while snuggling in the crook of your neck, you. on the other hand started to caress his face and kissing the crown of his head. everything was fine until you felt something making its way between you and your husband and also a pair of little arms hugging your neck. 

“it’s unfair that while Hana and I are sleeping papa breaks his promise” you heard a little groan coming from keiji’s lips, he makes some space for the girls which in some way he ends up at the edge of the sofa too close from falling to the carpet. “we maid dada promise that he wouldn’t touch you unless its an emergency, for example if a monster comes and wants to take mama away” Hana explained to you, looking at keiji you saw that even if his daughters were basically taking you away from him he would still have the same soft look in his eyes. he would do anything just to see them smile. 

“well then, but the two of you should start to share because in a few month you will have another little brother or little sister too” you said, it was a sight to see how not only your husbands eyes but you daughters’ too looked at you shocked, and without thinking it twice the three of them jumped in your arms giggling and smiling at the sudden but happy news. 

MATSUKAWA never once in his life issei thought that he would have a big family, sometimes he even felt bad for you because you went through too much pain while giving birth to the four children, that’s when he decided that when the youngest one Riko was born you two would stop having children. So at the end you family was composed by you, your oldest daughter Sumire who was eight, your second son Haru who was seven, your third son Kenji who was five and lastly Riko who turned three a few days ago. 

Issei loved his kids with his whole heart, there wasn’t a time in which he couldn’t think about them or you, since the two of you worked he decided that it would be a good idea to plan the day so in that way the two of you wouldn’t feel too burned out, because at the end, taking care of four kids is not an easy task. So the times in which the two of you would be finally alone were pretty much welcomed, and issei loves his kids, but it was thanks to you that all of this was possible, and he didn’t hesitate to show it to you, well or at least he tried. 

pulling you close to his chest he started trailing kissed from your forehead till he almost reached your lips, you were giggling until you heard a bunch of steps approaching to you. and unfortunately to issei your kids jumped to your frame making their father to change his sit to the armchair. 

“dad don’t be mad is our turn to be with mama” Haru said while watching his father with a huge smirk “and also you have been many years with mama before we even were born so don’t put that face” followed your older daughter sumire who was laughing at his father face meanwhile the two younger ones were nodding at their sisters’ words. 

you laughed at how much the four of them resembled their dad so much, and even if some of them looked more like you they always ended up inheriting issei’s attitude, which sometimes played against him. but for issei, even if his kids sometimes clowned him he cherished all the moments he had with them and sometimes even felt sad that one day they would be old enough to not need him anymore, but even so, he would love them anyways. 

[audinosaur]

one headcanon of mine is that mattsun and makki call yahaba “the ice prince” whenever he’s in a bad or “cold” mood

they first called him ice king, then backpedaled because “no oikawa’s the great king… and yahaba’s like his son… oh my god- HE’S THE ICE PRINCE-” furthermore expanding on the idea that oikawa is yahaba’s father figure (he has in fact accidentally called him “dad” several times)

yahaba absolutely despises the name btw. when he’s already pissed off the nickname only stands to annoy him even MORE (making matsuhana love it even more)

[kirioxel]

A little bit late bc I forgot to post here before going on my trip so here's Hanamaki's Birthday art!! I wanted to do something cute with my single dad AU and Makki playing with Miyuki came to mind, they're adorable and I love them sm

[omitea]

some dad haikyuu maybe 😗🥲

𝐇𝐐! 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐒

. ft. haikyuu! male characters

. content. none, reader referred to as ''mama'', timeskip!, probably bad writing, the second one is long…also not proofread

. note. hii i hope this is what u wanted <33 this probably sucks (i let it sit in my drafts for too long and this is my first time writing dad! au)

☆— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐑

soft snoring was heard as you entered your home, the outro of ‘’the princess and the frog’’ playing in the background. taking off your shoes, you noticed the toys scattered on the floor. sighing, you began picking them up— leading towards the living room. your steps soon came to a halt as you took in the adorable view in front of you. the irritation once building inside of you, disappeared in an instant. there he was, laying on the couch with her on his broad chest. a large hand placed on her back which looked like it could swallow her whole. a small smile formed on your face. the snort you let out caused him to open his eyes. ''hello, love,'' he yawned. you walked towards him and placed a kiss on his forehead. ''hi,'' you chuckled, ''i'll change then join you,'' was all you said as you walked towards the bedroom, a giant smile plastered on your face.

the way your little one’s fist clung to her father’s shirt, was enough to make you feel all warm inside.

| USHIJIMA, sakusa, daichi, IWAIZUMI, kita, aran, akaashi, matsukawa |

☆— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 “𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐀”

he was slightly panicking at the crying child in front of him-- whining about some mini cookies he saw while passing the aisle. smiling awkwardly at the strangers giving him stares, he mentally cursed himself for tagging him along. ''i got some vegetables, yeah? those are good too, bud," to which the child only deadpanned at his father. ''I WANT COOKIES!'' he could only sigh and turned the cart around and grabbed the cookies on the highest shelf. "listen, -" he sighed for the nth time, ''don't tell your mama, okay? daddy doesn't wanna get yelled at.'' your child only nodded, smiling widely with one missing front-tooth. when the two of them came home with the groceries in hand, you placed it on the counter and started putting them away.

little do you know that your husband placed the half-eaten bag of cookies on the bottom of the plastic bag. taking it out, you glared at him— “who’s cookies are these, mhm?,” he swore he could feel his heart drop to the bottom of his ass. “i-uhm, ITS MINE!” he smiled, reaching out to grab the bag from your hands. you sighed as he walked away, leaving you and your son standing in the kitchen. “daddy is lying, mama. those are mine,” your son pouted, to which you could only let out a chuckle, “oh, i know those are yours,”

how would you know? well the crumbles on your sons’ cheek didn’t go unnoticed.

| OSAMU, bokuto, atsumu, kuroo, SUNA, sugawara, OIKAWA, hanamaki |

©𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐀. please refrain from stealing my works !

[suashii]

— 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈 ౨ৎ

matsukawa issei x f!reader. 1.1k wc. ﾉ sfw ﾉ dad!mattsun ﾉ issei and reader are separated and coparenting ﾉ reader referred to as "mama" ﾉ a bit of jealousy ﾉ silent pining :3

“look what i drew, daddy!” your daughter holds up her art that she’d been working on at school up to your phone, the front-facing camera picking up the colorful piece of paper. you sit beside her, surveying the call and trying to hold back your laugh at matsukawa’s expression—a mixture of confusion and enthusiasm, more of the former.

his eyebrows are knitted together but there’s a smile pulling at his lips. it probably doesn’t help that the picture is flipped—you yourself had a bit of a hard time determining what exactly it was when she pulled it out of her backpack to show you when she got back from preschool. “that’s such a nice… puppy?”

the small girl to your left frowns and shakes her head, holding the piece of paper impossibly closer to your phone in hopes of giving her dad a better look at her drawing. “it’s not a puppy, it’s a bear! see!”

“ah,” matsukawa breathes out, nodding his head in understanding. “sorry, kiddo. daddy can’t see too well.”

she quickly accepts his apology, discarding the art and picking up on a new and entirely different topic in the blink of an eye, something about a game she had made up with her friend. it’s a story she’d told you about when you picked her up in the afternoon so you find yourself zoning out, focusing more on the girl’s excitement that’s mirrored on her father’s face as he intently listens to her retelling. it brings a soft smile to your lips.

you were worried about the whole coparenting thing, anxious that not growing up in a house with the two of you would have a negative effect on your daughter. though, it seems like your apprehension was nothing to fret over. the little girl spends an equal amount of time with you and her dad, even asking to video call whichever she isn’t staying with at any given moment to keep them updated on the happenings of her days.

she’s never had any complaints and as long as she’s happy, then so are you.

there’s no telling how much time has passed when your daughter has grown bored of talking but when she does, she tells her father so. “i’m gonna go play now.”

“okay, little lady.” he knows that once the girl has her mind made up, there’s no changing it. mattsun could talk to her forever but he agrees to let her go. “hand the phone back to mama before you go, yeah?”

she slides the phone across the table so it’s sitting in front of you, getting up from her seat and wasting no time waddling off to her toys.

“bye!” mattsun’s voice sounds over the speaker, “love you!”

“i love you!” she yells before crossing the threshold of the room into the next one.

your daughter prefers video calls with her dad and even though you find it a little awkward to facetime with the man you were once in a relationship with, you stay on the current call instead of starting a new one with only the voice feature. you sniffle weakly as you wait for him to start the conversation. although, when he does, it’s not something you’re expecting to hear.

“wow, you look like shit.”

your mouth falls open in offense and you fight the urge to flip him off. “thanks, asshole.”

“i didn’t mean it like that,” he chuckles under his breath. every interaction, in spite of them being much less frequent than in the past, reminds him of when the two of you were together. the charm he fell in love with is still there and sometimes he finds himself wondering how he ended up parted from you. he shakes the thought from his head, focusing on the current conversation with you. “what’s the matter? you sick?”

if you’ve learned one thing about mattsun during your separation from him, it’s that he’s more attentive than he lets on. he pays attention to the little things—you wonder if it’s a trait he’s picked up on as a result of being a parent or if something else brought about his consideration.

with another sniffle you nod, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. “i think she gave me her cold.”

his jovial tone turns a bit more serious with the new information. “why didn’t you tell me? i could have taken the munchkin so you could get some rest. i’m pretty capable of this dad thing.”

“i never said you weren’t,” you clarify, because you know he is, “i just didn’t want to bother you and what’s-her-name with looking after her on my days.”

he snorts and wonders if you truly forgot his girlfriend’s name or never bothered to learn it to begin with. he supposes it doesn’t matter now. “mei. and i broke up with her. a couple weeks ago.”

you’re surprised he didn’t mention that much sooner and even more surprised that your daughter didn’t spill the beans the moment she took notice of the woman’s absence—the kid is just like her father, observant, a little gossip at heart.

“got it.” you nod. you’re not quite sure why, but your heart feels a little lighter in your chest now knowing that the woman you never really cared for is out of the picture—that issei is single again. your relief is rooted in selfishness, a sense of possessiveness that you have no claim over. it’s a little concerning but you’ll take the time to reflect on it later. clearing your throat, you return to the topic at hand. “you really wouldn’t mind taking her for a couple of extra days?”

“of course not.” he shrugs. “the kid’s my best friend.”

you laugh at his declaration. it’s equal parts funny and sweet because you know he means it.

the pleasant sound makes matsukawa smile. it’s been a while since he’s last heard you laugh, a genuine one, at least. he misses being able to draw those giggles from your chest, hearing them every day.

he doesn’t let himself get lost in it.

“i can swing by your place in the morning and take her to school,” the man tells you and he adds the next part on at the last second. “is there anything you need? medicine? food?”

how thoughtful, you think to yourself. he really only needs to have his daughter on his mind but he’s still thinking of you. “no. thanks though. i really appreciate it.”

“don’t mention it.” but what he really means is: i’d do anything for you.

i churned this out in like an hour bc i wanted to write the dynamic but it’s a little messy :3 nevertheless, hope you enjoyed !

[wake-uptoreality]

Your child looks absolutely like him. Same h/c and e/c. Even the same features and personality. He absolutely loves it and teases you the hell out of it. Until... the same obsession over you starts when he/she grows up. has a lot of fight with his/her father over your attention.

-> OIKAWA, KUROO, Suna, Matsukawa, ATSUMU, Nishinoya, BOKUTO, Semi, SAKUSA, Tsukishima.

The child looks a lot like you. Making his heart go "badump~" since he has now two y/ns in his life and he will cherish your baby more than anything. gets 'the best dad' award.

-> Yamaguchi, KENMA, HINATA, Osamu, SUGAWARA, kita, Iwaizumi, DAICHI, AONE.

When your baby is born, he/she looks like both of you. Like 50-50%. But he is so happy that he barges into the room when the operation is done, the doctors couldn't hold him as he hugs your tired body. Crying with your baby with happiness.

-> kyotani, LEV, KAGEYAMA, Akaashi, Hanamaki, ASAHI, TENDOU, yaku, USHIJIMA.

[kitakashi]

Cats (2)

Featuring: Sawamura, Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Kozume, Futakuchi, Ushijima, Bokuto, Ojirō, Sakusa…

Part 1

Sawamura Daichi loves to dress up your cat with small articles of clothing. Bow ties, little vests, and his favorite a mini police officer cap. He even keeps a small picture of Officer Meow with him for the occasions that he has to deal with small children. Your cat is an honorary member of the police force with their own miniature plaque.

Your poor cat is teased by Matsukawa Issei. Gently tugging their tail, putting his finger in their mouth when they yawn, and his personal favorite the laser light. Don’t worry though, your cat gets revenge by using his long legs as a scratching post, laying down with their butt in his face, and running off with his bedroom slippers.

Hanamaki Takahiro is a stay at home cat dad. Of course that’s not all he is, but that’s what he cheekily tells people. He even designed a whole cat room with shelves on the walls for your cat to run across. Once he started posting videos online of his interior cat design, he started getting paid requests for tutorials. You two and your fur baby have a very comfortable life all thanks to your kitty.

Your cat is a regular on Kozume Kenma’s channel. He even has a special cat bed next to his set up on his desk with a special camera so people can watch your kitty’s reactions. Your cat follows his avatar on screen and will meow demands. His followers enjoy interpreting those instructions for your man to follow. Even if your cat just sleeps, they still steal the show.

Futakuchi Kenji and your cat judge people together. Their favorite perch is a seat by the window where either your cat sits in his lap while he scrolls social media making snarky comments or they stare at your neighbors. You’ve had a few complaints that it’s disturbing but it’s worth it to come home and see both their faces looking out the window. It’s both hilarious and endearing.

Ushijima Wakatoshi has trained your cat to do simple tricks. He even took a video of your cat obeying simple commands like sit, and roll over to show his teammates when they didn’t believe him. Now your cat is a hot conversation topic for the Adlers. You aren’t sure if your kitty will jump through hoops like he wants, but it’s adorable to see your giant of a man try to bribe your fur baby.

Bokuto Kōtarō meows back at your cat. You have no idea what they’re saying but it’s a frequent occurrence to enter a room where the two are holding a conversation in cat language. Apparently, your cat informed him when their birthday is so now you can celebrate it. The two of them are adorable wearing tiny party hats.

Ojiro Aran and your cat work out together. He lets your cat choose his music by holding out his phone with various playlists on screen and they listen to whatever the cat touches. Your cat’s favorite is sit up’s, kitty perched on his knees and gets a little nose boop every time. He even got a little harness to take your kitty running with him. Your fur baby ends up being carried but it’s still cute.

Sakusa Kiyoomi has always had a thing for lint rollers. That only exemplified after you two got together. Yet, he treats your cat like an actual baby. Always brushing your kitty, trimming nails, wiping eyes, giving baths (to your fur baby’s chagrin), and kissing their little head. Of course, every cuddle session is followed by him furiously attacking himself with aforementioned lint roller. Your kitty has the best hygiene of any cat ever.

[honeystwiggypeach]

Can you write about single mom to a newborn baby (or babies). The Haikyuu boys fall in love with you and you try to keep the baby a secret because you're scared they won't accept them but they end up stepping in as dad. Bokuto, Kita, Matsukawa, Osamu and Atsumu? ❤️❤️

I definitely can!!! Thank you so much for requesting this is an adorable idea I love it😭if anyone wants to see anything else just let me know!!

Tw~anxiety, sick baby(he has a cold!)Atsumu’s reader isn’t in like the normal stands I’d say she’s somewheres were she can still see them but it’s a lot quieter!! Mentions of being drunk, light cursing, Let me know if I missed anything!

Bokuto

It scared you about not knowing how he’d react to your precious little boy that you’d have to leave at the babysitters every time he’d ask you on a date. You never wanted to expose your him to anyone you thought could reject him, and unfortunately that included Bokuto all you wanted to do was wrap your son up and protect him from the world.

Today, Haru had gotten a little cold and you didn’t know what to do with yourself, of course you’d been sick before but what should you do when it’s your son? You couldn’t bring yourself to set him down worrying when he’d let out a little cough before whining tiredly and scrunching his body up.

So you called Bokuto, he’d told you his sisters had babies, maybe he knew how to care for a sick baby!

“Y/n?” He asks after a few moments of silence on the phone, “are you alright?”

Poor little Haru let’s put a particularly rough cough, “can you buy baby cough syrup please” you whisper hoping he wouldn’t be upset at the request.

Before you know it Bokuto is at the door with the cough syrup.

He’s gently sitting next to you and Haru as he shows you how to give him the medicine without the little boy squirming away from you because of the gross taste.

“Thank you” you whisper tearfully.

And from that moment Bokuto’s made a promise to himself to never make the two of you do anything alone again.

Kita

He isn’t sure why you’re so adamant on never letting him in your house. Like in the three months you’ve been dating you insist that he must never enter your house.

However, it was late today, you’d fallen asleep in his truck too tired to walk to the front door by yourself.

So of course he helped you out the truck are slung over his shoulder as he walked you up your front steps unlocking the door with your keys.

Your sister who was sat on the couch gasped letting out a finally you’re home before leaving the two of you.

Remnants of baby items littered around your house clued Kita into not only why you didn’t want him in your house but as to why your sister was here.

He lets out a little sigh, did he really not make it clear enough that he wanted to be with you, that he was more than happy to love you unconditionally?

Eventually he’s able to lay you down in your bed ticking you in before kissing his forehead.

You grab his arm tiredly as he turns to leave.

“Kita” you mumble tiredly tightening your hold on him, “my baby” you slur, “wanna hold her?” You ask and Kitas almost certain your sleep talking.

After another three months he’s found out that that’s almost an every night thing that you do as he now almost lives at your house he gently walks out the room. Opening the door to the nursery where Aiko is bouncing while holding the rail of her crib giggling when she sees Kita.

“Hi angel” he whispers tiredly as she giggles.

Matsukawa

You’d met him through work, you’d transferred right after you had your daughter and Issei gets why you kept her a secret, your jobs where dark at times and he finds that having your own little escape from the job is the only thing that’ll keep you sane.

And four months into dating Issei, you’re drunkenly telling him you have a big secret.

“Oh yea whats your secret Angel?” He entertains.

“Got a baby at home” you giggle before stumbling a bit and his eyes widen.

“A what?”he asks a little shocked, it’s not like you’ll remember this, he’s the only sober one right now, a silly little company party turned confessional.

The next morning you wake up to a we need to talk text, and you’re nearly pissing yourself as you scramble to get ready not even thinking as you put Yui in her car seat before buckling her into your car.

Only once you’re at the cafe Yui sucking on her pacifier do you realize that Issei has no idea you have a baby.

But when Issei sits down infront of you smiling softly every worry about him not accepting Yui melt away.

Osamu

Honestly he probably knew. You weren’t the best at hiding things, the baby spit up on your shirt when you’d come in for lunch, the smell of baby lotion that lingered on you, how you’d always stare longingly at everyone’s babies when they’d come in?

Yea, Osamu knew it was just a matter of when you’d decide you were ready to tell him who the little one was.

And when you finally did, he was enamored, the most precious little girl, she sleeps in her car seat sat at your booth while you nervously wait for Osamu to come and sit with you like he did every day.

And when he did you shyly smiled before introducing him to your baby, offering for him to hold her which he gladly did.

And three years later he’s certain he made the right decision waiting for you to tell him when you were ready as he watched his precious little girl throw flower petals around before running to Osamu while you follow after in a gorgeous white dress.

Atsumu

He’s blindsided by this. He had no fucking clue. You could have showed him pictures from your pregnancy and he would have dazedly called you pretty and not thought a thing about him, you made his head feel all fuzzy while he kicked his feet like a school girl.

So obviously when you showed up to his game holding a bundle of pink blankets in addition to the excitement from winning his game he had that little floaty feeling from seeing you, he pays no mind to the blankets quickly bouncing up to you asking if you had seen the game.

You giggle lightly nodding beside him and he feels like he could melt, he’ll never understand the way you make him feel.

You glance down at your precious daughter as she coos before wiggling causing Atsumu’s attention to be drawn down to her as he stands beside you looking at her.

“She looks just like you” he whispers, never once questioning why you hadn’t told him about her before, or what you expected his role to be in her life jusg knowing that however you needed him to be he’s decided he’ll do it with a smile on his face.

[miyazas]

SNEAKING INTO YOUR ROOM — FT.HAIKYUU

[❤︎] — Suna Rintaro, Miya Atsumu, Issei Matsukawa & Kuroo Tetsuro

Warnings: fem!reader, suggestive, (1) ass slap from Suna

PART 2 | PART 3 | TOKREV VER

SUNA RINTARO ༢

“Hurry up rin.” You hissed as Suna struggled to fit himself into your window. “Suna Rinataro, my neighbor is going to see you and tell my parents if you don’t hurry up.” Grunting, he finally pulls himself into your room, thumping on the floor. “Rin, stop making so much noise!” You scurry and shut your window. “Yea whatever, c'mere and give me a hug.” holding in a smile you fall to his lap and squeeze him. “Damn baby, squeezing me like I’m your lifetime.” “Shut up Rin, I won’t hesitate to push you out of my window.” You say as you stand up and walk to your bed with Suna following closely behind. Before you can get into bed Suna pushes you face forward and slaps your ass. “Rinnie!” You squeak. “That’s what you get for threatening me, pretty girl, now I want an apology kiss.”

MIYA ATSUMU ༢

Stifling a giggle you pull onto Atsumu’s jacket sleeve as he swings his legs over the window seal. “Don’t yank me baby, gonna make me fall—ya want me to die or somethin’?” Ignoring his teasing tone you jump into his arms as soon as he finds his footing in your room. “Ya miss me hmm?” He chuckles, wrapping his arms around you and walking you back to the bed. “Missed you s’much tsumu.” You whisper, tightening your legs seeing his muscular waist. Atsumu smiles when he feels you leave light kisses on his neck before gently setting you down on your bed. Whining at the loss of contact, you open your mouth to say something before he falls on top of you. “Tsumu!” You yell before Atsumu squishes your cheeks together and gives you a fat kiss. “missed ya too angel, s’much.”

ISSEI MATSUKAWA ༢

Mattsun hides in your closet trying hard not to make any noise as your mom searches your room. “Mom nobody is in here, you must’ve heard something.” You muttered, sitting at the foot of your bed as your mother looked around your room. After a few more minutes of searching and not finding anything out of the ordinary she gives up, muttering a goodnight. After she shuts the door you run to your closet, opening the door for Issei as he all but topples out of the cramped space. “Jesus Christ, baby.” He grunts, stretching his cramped muscles. “This is your fault Issei! You’re the one who fell through the window and woke the entire neighborhood!” You pointed out. “Don’t be so dramatic princess, everything is ok, now c'mere, I need you to use those pretty hands and rub my sore muscles.” He grabs your hips and brings the both of you to the bed, setting you on his lap. Giving into your tall boyfriend, you wrap your hands around his neck, pulling him into a sweet kiss. The impromptu make-out session doesn’t last long when you hear your mom gasp, you are so dead.

KUROO TETSURO ༢

You feel someone repeatedly nudging you, pulling you out of sleep. “Kitten? Kitten I gotta go.” Kuroo whispers. Tightening your arms around his hard chest, you mumble something incoherent. Chuckling he kisses your forehead, unwrapping his arms and legs from your body. “Noooo, don’t go Tetsu.” You whine. “I gotta go kitten, don’t want your dad to find me in your room at five in the morning do you?” That wakes you up because no, you would rather die than see what happens if your dad finds out your boyfriend snuck in and spent the night. “Hmm did that wake you up baby?” Tetsu teases. “Shut up and get out of my room Kuroo.” “Ok ok, but before I leave can you wipe this puddle of drool you left on my chest?” “Tetsu!”

[iwaoiness]

"So, Toto," the Argentine presenter of the TV show continues smiling comfortably at Oikawa "this is a new section we have in which our bilingual guest teach us a fell words of his mother language. Would you like to give us a first quick Japanese class?"

Oikawa, sitting snuggly on the leather sofa with one ankle on his knee, nods happily over the sound of a enthusiastic public.

"Por supuesto, Javier! What do you want to know?"

"Let's start with family vocabulary, like papá, mamá, and all that staffs"

"Easy then! Where's my camera?" Tooru turns his face forward when Javier points to the camera and smiles widely into the lens, subtly narrowing his eyes in that sweet, angelic expression. "Mom in Japanese is Okaa-san and mommy is more like mama. Dad is otou-san and for daddy...," his lips stretch out a little more, now his eyes shine playfully "is Iwaizumi Hajime (27) athletic trainer."

Javier blinks as perplexed as the audience (there are some gasps when some young people recognize Iwaizumi's name) and the production team is also speechless (there is even a cameraman who peeks out from behind his camera totally confused because he's very sure that daddy in Japanese is not all that long).

And, somewhere in Miyagi, in Matsukawa and Hanamaki's picturesque apartment where they have managed to get the entire horde of big and monstrous (or just monstrous if we're talking about Hinata, Hoshiumi and Yaku) players from the Japanese men's volleyball team, Iwaizumi blinks like an owl when Oikawa's voice echoes through the room and all his mates and best friends immediately turn their eyes towards him. The nacho he was eating falls from his open mouth and, next to him, Bokuto takes advantage of his shock to slowly steal another nacho from him.

"I'll kill him, I'll fucking kill him with my own fucking hands" He mutters, his ears and neck red as beets just as Mattsun and Makki can't take it anymore and explode with laughter along with the rest of the players.

Amidst the hubbub, a confused Kageyama is heard asking how actually is daddy in Japanese to Ushijima, who shrugs his shoulders as he calmly chews on the carrot sticks he shares with Sakusa.

...

u can find me on my ao3 🍉

[kirioxel]

Petals in the Coffins

MatsuHana | Single Dad AU | Rated T | 4.4k

Matsukawa is shocked to find someone he once knew working in the flower shop he uses to get floral arrangements. The person behind the counter is just as surprised...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43322238/chapters/108898359

[raisunomii]

seijoh 4 fishing trip its hanamakis idea. they drive out at 3am, iwaizumi drives, matsukawa navigates, oikawa and maki are asleep in the backseat. by 5am theyre awake and paddling out to the middle of the lake in a very small boat. it's cold. they're all cold. maki's having the time of his life.

tooru and iwa prepped the bait last night and theyre baiting the hooks when mattsun asks if anyone saw the very big thing that just moved beneath them and oikawa says "dont joke about that, mattsun." because oikawa's prone to freakouts and so is maki. but maki looks overboard and sees something very big and very dark moving under them and he screams and stands up and starts rocking the boat and iwaizumi is looking on in despair.

mattsun is grinning too widely for anyones liking and filming oikawa and hanamaki on his phone as iwaizumi shouts at them to calm down when the boat flips. theyre swarmed by fish instantly. the bait is everywhere. oikawa looks like he's going to cry but he's the first to try to flip back over the boat and maki's the first to climb back in. mattsun stays in the water for a while because "it's nice!" and he knows as soon as he gets out he'll be freezing his balls off like the other three are (maki's shivering so hard they can hear his teeth clacking).

he swims around for a little while while the other three glare at him until matsukawa's suddenly gone and oikawa's up and screaming and iwaizumi dives back into the water, very closely followed by maki, but oikawa doesn't join them because honestly? they've got it. three's a crowd. until mattsun resurfaces with a shit-eating grin and goes "got ya" and maki tries to drown him

they make it back into the car by like 7am from their failed fishing trip (luckily iwa managed to save his dad's tackle box, but nothing that was inside it) and pile in while they're completely soaked. their towels are still damp from the lake despite them having wrung them out like 20 times. iwaizumi gets back home with maki mattsun and oikawa in tow and mrs iwaizumi asks "what happened to fishing?" and hajime just groans.

[no1frogfan]

Impending, part 3

Matsukawa Issei x afab reader

Word count: ~3.4k

Tags & warnings: SMUT-MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. Fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v. There is cum. Pubes exist in this world. A little angst, pining, guilt, and desperation (my four favorite flavors).

Note: Finally finished this mini-series. The word counts have grown too much each time, but what can I say? — I want him emotionally, spiritually, biblically.

part 1 | part 2

You can’t stay in bed forever.

Probably.

Not unless you can convince Hiro to bring you something for dinner, but that’s never going to happen.

A particularly angry gurgle from your stomach makes you roll out of bed and pick your way to the kitchen. The tackiness of your skin is proof you made the right choice to sleep the day away. Summers are always stifling, and the humidity lingers even after the sun has set, preventing the air from dropping to comfortable temperatures.

A cool gust from the fridge provides a welcome relief, though it’s unfortunate the shelves are empty. That’s the worst part of being at home — the isolation. The trees and hills are beautiful, even the warbling of the birds at 4am is nice, but grocery stores and restaurants are few and far between. You could walk to the ancient ramen place a few streets down, or the sukiyaki place a few streets up, but neither sound at all appealing in this heat.

“Did mom and dad leave us anything for dinner?” You shout toward the open basement door.

No answer.

“I know you can hear me.”

You can’t see the middle finger Makki holds up. “I’m getting pizza later.”

“Can we order now? I’m starving,” you pad downstairs with a whine.

Sprawled on the couch, Hiro is sporadically illuminated by some anime show on tv. While you don’t recognize it, you can at least pick out the white-haired guy Hiro likes landing a couple of (over)dramatic punches on a black-haired guy.

“How are you even hungry? You’ve just been sleeping all day.”

Your brother doesn’t take his eyes off the tv where the black-haired one finally managed to dodge, and now the white-haired one is strategizing (at length) about his next move.

“You’re one to talk! As if you’ve mov-”

“I’m hungry too,” a deep baritone chimes in seemingly from below you.

You leap back with a yelp, squinting into the darkness at your feet. Out of the shadows, Issei’s form slowly takes shape. Honestly, you’re shocked you didn’t step on him.

“That’s not what you said 5 minutes ago,” Makki grumbles, but picks up his phone to place the order.

Issei shrugs, reaching his arm out toward you.

You dodge beyond his fingertips and beat a hasty retreat back up the stairs, calling out over your shoulder, “order me a Hawaiian pizza.”

“No way in hell. That’s disgusting.”

Fake retching sounds follow you to the top.

The cold spray of the shower is calming, necessary even, to wash the stickiness from your skin and quiet your frazzled nerves.

That happened almost a week ago, and seeing him in your house every day has only made things more fraught. While you haven’t exactly been avoiding Issei, you haven’t tried to talk to him either. For your brother’s sake you should probably make clear that it was a mistake; one that will never happen again. You could blame it on the beer or the weed, but the truth is, Issei plagues your thoughts even while sober — his breath hot on your neck, fingertips digging into the fat of your hips, the utter fullness when he pushed into you.

Before that night, the image of him as a gawky preteen was all your mind could conjure up. But now… Your fingers aren’t enough to relieve the pressure anymore.

Your encounter unleashed some latent magnetic field, prickling your senses and hopelessly drawing you toward him at every turn. You welcome his attention more than you care to admit, so, unsurprisingly, it’s been hard not to make it weird, and harder not to second-guess every single interaction these days. Since when did he know your favorite snacks? Did he used to stare at you so much? Had he always been this touchy?

Or is he just hoping for a repeat of the other night?

The possibility stirs up both anxiety and relief. Except for the teeny, tiny detail of being your little brother’s best friend — you know, the one person outside of family that Hiro places 100% of his trust in — Issei would top your list of fuck buddies (and if you’re honest, maybe even more than that).

What’s been most confusing is that Issei doesn’t seem bothered, and you’re not sure why that irritates you so much. He’s never seemed like the kind of guy who would treat you like a notch in his bedpost, but then again, best friend’s sibling is a perennially popular porn trope for a reason. Surely he’s not immune.

None of that really matters though. Hiro’s been acting strange lately, like he knows something’s up. Half the time, he books it out of a room as soon as you walk in. God knows how he’d react if he found out what happened. Issei said he wouldn’t care, but how true is that? You try to imagine how you’d feel if one of your friends told you they’d slept with Hiro, and you can’t help but be…one, grossed out because you really don’t want to think about it. And two, well…protective, angry maybe. He might be an ass, but he’s still your brother, and you’d never do anything to actually hurt him.

A knock breaks into your anxious musings.

It’s then you notice you’re standing vacantly in the middle of your room. Somehow, you’d finished showering and walked back while lost in thought.

“Go away!”

Hiro is the last person you want to talk to right now; especially not before you can get your thoughts under control.

Footsteps shuffle away, but instead of the telltale creak of the stairs, they pause, then turn back toward the door.

The door jiggles and clicks open.

“What part of-”

Except it’s not Hiro. It’s Issei.

His audacity dumbfounds you, but only for a second.

“The hell?! Get out!”

Hesitation flickers across his face but he takes a step forward.

“Can we talk?”

“NO.” You wrap the towel tighter around yourself.

When he doesn’t move, you reiterate the point by whirling on your heels and stomping toward the dresser. The underwear drawer suddenly captures your full attention, and you rummage through it with single-minded focus.

The door shuts behind you with another click, and you let out a shaky breath.

The relief is short-lived.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” Goosebumps break out all over your skin at his words.

“That’s not true.”

The lavender scent of your shampoo tickles his nose. With you faced resolutely away, he steps closer and allows his eyes to sweep over the droplets gleaming across your shoulders.

“No?”

His lips brush against the base of your neck, and whatever retort you had fizzles on your tongue.

“Issei,” you whimper, “you said you wanted to talk.”

You lean back into his touch and feel him grin against the juncture of your neck. His hands, big and warm and firm, slide up under the towel to knead at your soft thighs, rapidly emptying your brain.

He gives you a gentle nudge toward the bed.

“I don’t think we should do this,” you protest, but your lack of conviction is apparent in how eagerly you obey, practically tripping over yourself to perch on the edge of the mattress.

He raises one thick eyebrow. “Why?”

“Hiro’s going to find out.”

Issei unbuttons his shirt with unhurried movements, unveiling the smooth musculature of his chest. Its slopes and dips are made more dramatic thanks to the yellow-orange light of the single desk lamp. You swallow thickly, eyes drawn to the sharp cut of his collarbones and the faded scar on his right hip.

“Makki knows. He doesn’t care.”

His shorts and underwear quickly land in a pile on the floor.

Even in the harsh light, his dick is nothing short of mouth-watering. A pretty flush tip sits enticingly over its thick, veiny length. Coarse hairs curl tightly at the base, trimmed short to reveal more of him.

He kneels and shuffles forward to tug the towel from your clutch, uttering an appreciative groan before he tosses it aside.

“Fuck, just look at you.”

Your objections devolve into gasping moans when he pushes you back to lay open-mouthed kisses across your collarbones and down your chest, sluggishly mouthing over your hips, down the tops of your legs and back up, licking a stripe along the tender skin of your inner thigh as he splays your legs up and out. He dives in to suck on your clit and you almost choke.

Your entire body tenses with pleasure when he starts to lap at you. But it’s the way he meets your gaze with hooded eyes — intoxicated from a single taste — that kickstarts the last ounce of resistance left in your body.

“Issei, if you- fuck that’s ahhh- you’re just looking to get your dick wet…”

That stills his tongue. Even though you’re the one protesting, you can’t help but whine now that he’s actually stopped.

“That’s not…” He frowns, a mixture of your juices and his saliva glistening on his chin. In one fluid motion, Issei slides you off the bed and onto his lap. A shudder runs through him when his erection glides against your folds, though it doesn’t distract him.

“Is that what you think this is?”

You’re not sure what answer he’s looking for, so you stay silent, head turned to avoid his eyes.

He scrutinizes you for what seems like an age. How could you not know? All the times he’s tried to impress you? All the things he’s done in the hopes you’ll notice him? All the years he’s trailed behind you — to your house, to university, and even to Sendai?

“Do you remember when your parents made you start watching us after school?”

Your face scrunches in confusion at the change in topic, but he’s insistent.

“Do you remember? Right after you started high school?”

“Ok…yeah,” you indulge, “I remember. I’d just joined photography club and had to quit like a month later. I was pissed — they’d never cared about leaving us home alone before so I didn’t understand why I had to babysit you guys.”

“They didn’t actually care. I made up some lie — I don’t even remember what it was now — to convince my parents we needed a sitter. I figured they’d make you do it, and they did.”

You look up in confusion. Is he…blushing?

“And in eighth grade, when I needed help with math… I actually bombed my tests on purpose for a month because I knew my parents would ask you.”

Wait… “Was that what your fights were about?”

Hiro and Issei were thick as thieves, the only exceptions being in your first and last years of high school. Their fights got heated too, though neither ever told you what set them off, no matter how many times you tried to pry it out of them. The second time, Issei didn’t come over for almost a month afterward (you remember because you had to go to his house to tutor him) but things always eventually went back to normal.

Issei huffs a soft chuckle. “Yeah, Makki figured it out.”

“Figured what out?”

“It’s not obvious?” Issei drops his head onto your shoulder with something between a groan and a laugh. “I liked you. A lot. I still do.”

He admits it so casually, like he’s commenting on the weather. Like he and Hiro haven’t kept this secret for over a decade. Like it’s hardly a confession at all.

For once, you’re the one struggling to keep up.

“Wait…you like me?”

You feel a muffled snort. “That’s literally what I’ve been saying this whole time.”

“And Hiro’s…not mad? But he’s been acting so weird lately,” you point out.

“Oh that. He keeps trying to ‘give us space’ or something. I told him to cool it.”

“Oh.” Huh. Maybe it was obvious. You were just too worried about Hiro to notice that every time he flew out of a room with some flimsy excuse, you were left alone with Issei. Issei, who you like more than you expected. Who’s had a crush on you for more than a decade. Whose lap you’re currently nestled in, naked.

“Does that mean we can…” You shift, jerking when your clit catches his spongy tip.

He laughs, grinding his hips up to meet you.

“We sure can.”

You’re still wet, really wet, you’re reminded when your pussy glides against him, and getting more aroused by the second as Issei stares, mesmerized by the slick trail you leave along the length of his cock.

His hands slide down to give your ass an excited squeeze before lifting you up onto the edge of the bed.

Dextrous fingers part your puffy lips as he rests his cheek against your thigh, giving him the perfect view of your dripping cunt. He thumbs lightly at your clit and heaves a sigh of contentment when your hips buck in response.

“Didn’t get to enjoy this last time.”

You bite back a moan when he slides one long finger into you. It reaches deep, and you squirm in encouragement when he sinks a second one in. He works them nimbly, curling and scissoring them while rolling your clit, breaking you down into a whiny mess in seconds, until you’re dripping down his wrists and onto the sheets.

You’re so distracted by his fingers that you don’t notice him dive in, just feel his lips wrap around your clit with a slurp. He licks and sucks at you eagerly, and you can only gasp and writhe, trying to steady yourself with a fist in his soft wavy hair. The walls echo with your cries mingled with Issei’s enthusiastic groans and the wet suction of your cunt around his fingers.

It catches you by surprise when you cum, cresting fast and hard, pulling your body taut and whiting out your vision. Before you realize it, you’re already quaking with aftershocks, trying to twist away from the overwhelming sensation of him licking and suckling dreamily as you come down.

When he finally pulls his fingers out, he makes a show of sucking them clean, stroking himself as he smirks up at you.

He pushes himself up off the floor and god, fuck. He’s irresistible, his cock bobbing heavily between his legs as he gets on his hands and knees above you.

Issei leans down, humming happily when he wraps his mouth around your right nipple. He massages your chest with one hand and grips his cock with the other to smear his tip along your sopping pussy.

It feels good, but you squirm and push at his shoulders. “Want you in my mouth,” you beg.

He placates you with a hungry kiss. “Next time, ok? Next time. I can barely- I don’t think I can last long,” he admits wryly, “but next time we’ll do anything you want.”

Your eyelids flutter shut in anticipation when he lines himself up.

He pushes in slowly, first the fat mushroom tip, then the whole thick length of him, rocking himself in, out, in, inch by inch until he’s pressed flush against you. Issei groans when your face contorts with pleasure. The stretch is incredible. He stuffs you so full, finally hitting that place you’ve been unable to reach.

He takes things slow. Too slow. He wasn’t able to savor you before, but he’s not about to make the same mistake again. His long, languid strokes are just enough to have you grinding against him in frustration with every thrust.

“Let me enjoy this for a minute,” he rasps.

His hands trail restlessly across your body, caressing and squeezing every inch of skin he can reach. He kisses his way down your neck to roll his tongue around your nipple, biting and sucking one before moving to the other, and back again.

After what feels like hours, your patience finally gives out.

You smack him hard on the ass. “Issei! Fuck me already.”

That jolts his hips into action. The length of his body is laid on top of you, pinning your legs up against your shoulders as he pistons into you with surprising force. Wet slaps alternate with the loud squeak of the mattress.

You begin to quiver, your whole body shaking as the heat builds in your core. He reaches deep, so so deep, making you wail every time he bumps your clit and his cock hits that perfect spot inside of you over and over again.

“Ohhh- fuck, Issei please I’m-”

He barely has time to blink before you’re falling apart at the seams again. Wave after blinding wave of ecstasy crash over you, relentless.

Your pussy clenches hard, gripping his cock so firmly he can barely move. Not a second later, he pulls out with a shout. Through hazy eyes, you see his mouth drop open. He fists his cock only once before his body stiffens, convulsing as jets of hot cum shoot out to land on your cheeks, shoulders, chest, stomach, dribbling out to coat your pubes, before finally leaving him twitching.

The room fills with hoarse pants.

You laugh weakly at the mess. “Wow, you came a lot.”

“I think I almost blacked out,” he croaks.

With great effort, he pushes himself off the bed and returns with the box of tissues from your desk. He cleans you up with care, just like last time.

“I wanted to last longer,” he mumbles, pressing a sheepish kiss to your sternum before collapsing on you, pinning you down with his weight.

It does something funny to your heart to witness him like this, so different from his usual confidence.

“Next time,” you assure him.

“Next time?” He looks up, almost reverent.

“Yeah.” You smile and brush the damp curls away from his eyes.

Next time. He breaks out in an obnoxious grin. There’s going to be a next time. And if there’s a next time, there might be a time after that.

“You won’t even need to introduce me to your parents.”

You snort. “Ok, pump the brakes.”

When you finally make your way back to the kitchen (with Issei practically holding you up as you wobbled), you find one Hawaiian pizza and two-thirds of a pepperoni pizza sitting on the counter.

Issei loads up a plate for you both before heading down to the basement. You grab some cold beers and follow suit, pausing in the doorway to take a few calming breaths.

You don’t hear any yelling or scuffling — a positive sign. Hopefully, that means Hiro isn’t too angry.

You take one wary step, then another.

When you reach the bottom, your eyes hesitantly find Hiro’s. There’s an uneasy moment when he frowns at you from where he’s seated on the floor before he gives you a curt nod. It’s stiff, but definitely not angry, not even upset.

Your shoulders untense.

Issei waves you over to the couch where he settles you securely in his lap, his arms encircling your waist. You cast another wary glance at Hiro who just rolls his eyes.

“Glad you’re finally done ‘getting some water,’” Makki snipes. “I’ve been waiting forever to start the next episode.”

“I’m definitely not thirsty anymore if you know what I mean.” Mattsun wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

Hiro’s face twists, revolted. “Ugh- I- ugh god, I don’t want to think about-” he sputters. His eyes flick to where Issei’s hands grope at your thighs and ass. “Whoa, ok rule number one: not when I’m right here. And rule number two-” there’s an uncomfortable pause before he mutters, “keep it down next time.”

Mattsun’s not at all chagrined. In fact, he puffs out his chest proudly.

You, on the other hand, shrink in absolutely mortification. Right when Issei opens his mouth to make another (probably vulgar) retort, you shove a slice of pizza in…with a little more force than you intended.

He chokes in surprise and your brother lets out a mean snicker. “Perfect timing! Serves you right.”

You expect him to continue bickering with Hiro, but Issei instead flashes you a dopey grin. “Thank you baby,” he says sweetly, muffled though it is by a mouthful of food.

The gleeful smirk drops right off Makki’s face and he whirls back toward the tv with a loud gag.

“You’re welcome,” you giggle. Your brain’s still playing catch-up with everything that’s happened today, but you think you like where this is heading.

[gaygentbrontosaurus]

what Haikyuu characters smell like

…. because i’m sick of the sandalwood - vanilla bullshit, they're all in high school, they all smell like Axe or sweat

Hinata Shouyou

doesn't shower, but probably still has baby sweat so he doesn't stink

Kageyama Tobio

smells like Nivea cream. Very clean, very nice but also big baby vibes

Tsukishima Kei

showers with what his mom packed him so probably some organic oat-scented shit

Yamaguchi Tadashi

actually cares about his products and smells nice for a teenager but nobody notices

Ennoshita Chikara

Axe. Because everyone is using it, not because he thinks it's cool.

Nishinoya Yuu

doesn't shower. Also Axe.

Tanaka Ryuunosuke

showers sometimes, but only when his sister says that he stinks. Axe.

Azumane Asahi

one of the only people that actually smell attractive. definitely had an Axe phase in middle school tho. 

Sugawara Koushi

the only one on the team with a fresh shirt every practice, smells like fresh laundry

Sawamura Daichi

dad smell, like 3 in 1 hair, body, face and working in the garage

Iwaizumi Hajime

responsible adult, has a nice cologne and doesn't use too much of it, just enough. buys body wash in bulk because it’s cheaper and more convenient.

Oikawa Tooru

smells like everything. has a nice (in his opinion) perfume, strongly scented floral body wash, citrusy shampoo and coconut body butter. he is living his best life but everyone has to deal with his smell that enters the room before he does.

Matsukawa Issei & Hanamaki Takahiro

bought Axe and “manly man” body wash for shits and giggles and “ironically” use them. but in the end they still smell like Axe. also yes they bought one of each and share everything.

Yahaba Shigeru

easily impressed by Oikawa, also experiments with different smells but thankfully he’s more subtle with it

Kyoutani Kentarou

Axe.

Terushima Yuuji

Axe.

Aone Takanobu

nice, subtle scent, smells cozy.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

soap is soap, so also Axe.

Tendou Satori

either washes with just water or has a very specific and complicated hair care routine. there is no inbetween. smells like sandalwood and no one knows why.

Shirabu Kenjirou

Axe.

Daishou Suguru

you would think he’s edgy and different, but deep down we all know he uses Axe.

Miya Atsumu

Axe. He is THE prime Axe user. if someone thinks it's cool and manly it's Miya Atsumu.

Miya Osamu

Axe. but one of the milder ones

Suna Rintarou

doesn’t care. Axe.

Haiba Lev

stole his dads fancy cologne, which would be nice and all if he didn’t shower with a chocolate-scented body wash.

Kozume Kenma

long haired gamer. doesn’t shower. probably borrows deodorant from someone on the team because he didn’t pack any and doesn’t care how he smells. so Axe.

Yamamoto Taketora

doesn’t shower. Axe.

Kuroo Tetsurou

token “manly highschooler smell”. overuses Calvin Klein cologne. but shower gel? Axe. ironically watches the alpha male self care routines but secretly notes the shit down.

Yaku Morisuke

buys his products in those mom shops, all his products smell nice like lavender, jasmine or cotton and are vegan, clean and non-gmo.

Akaashi Keiji

takes care of himself. uses basic products, but has a separate product for everything, doesn’t believe in the 3 in 1 (actually uses a conditioner and face wash). smells like he showers regularly so the rest of the team is greatly impressed.

Bokuto Koutarou

Axe. douses himself with the deodorant. definitely had a tutti frutti phase in the past 2 years.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

rubbing alcohol, uses only hypoallergenic, non-scented products.

Yachi Hitoka

bought a strawberry-scented soap because it looked really cute. doesn’t like the scent at all but still uses it because she is anxious to tell her mom to get her a new one.

Shimizu Kiyoko

smells very feminine, uses fancier brands with floral smells.

Ukai Keishin

cigarettes. bought cologne to impress women but rarely uses it.

Takeda Ittetsu

laundry detergent. always has clean clothes and changes often.

[lilsocksiswriting]

Paring: Issei Matsukawa X Fem!Reader

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

Warnings: NSFW, no beta reader, Minors DNI

Tags: fingering, car sex, cheating

Word Count: 1.8K

Table of Contents

Chapter Two || Chapter Four

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

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

She frowns and you already know what that means. 

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

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

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

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

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

“Great then. I’ll go get ready.”

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

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

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

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

“You do look really pretty today .” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck, please.”

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

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

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

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

“O-oh fuck,” you breathe.

“Feels good pretty girl?”

You nod, pressings his fingers hard against your clit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“C-cold!” you jump.

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

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

“Fuuuuck,” your whine turns into a sob.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So  was that enough for ya?”

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

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

“Do you?”

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

“Then neither do I,” he shrugs.

“But your girlfriend is my sister.”

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

“Then why not do that ?”

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

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

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

“I’m  in.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It was.”

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

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

“She doesn't know?”

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

“What does that mean?” he demands.

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

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

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

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

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