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The Better Brother (artist! Matsukawa x chubby fem reader) 18+

miss me? ;)

NSFW; MINORS GTF OUTTA HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!

TW: you're a cheater BUT you only cheat on a cheater asshole AND we support women's wrongs :))))

summary: Your fiancé leaves you across the ocean to sort out this whole 'wedding' thing all by yourself. Well.... lets just say that YOU get sorted out instead ;).

(((((((((loosely based on the movie Moonstruck (heavily recommend!!!!))))))))))

“Married?....... You want to get married?......to me?”

You wondered what you looked like at the moment, you wondered if your eyes were bugging out of your head or if your jaw looked completely locked in its unhinged position.

It definitely felt like they were.

It felt like your whole world had just come crashing down around you. All because of those 4 little words.

“Why not? You’ve taken care of me for the last 5 years, I want to take care of each other for the rest of our lives.”

…..this wasn’t a part of your plan.

You didn’t quite know what your life plan was…. But it definitely wasn’t this.

“Why now?” you whisper, noticing that for every second you didn’t answer your boyfriend with an ecstatic yes, another restaurant patron's eyes locked onto you. You could feel your face growing hot with embarrassment and yet you still couldn’t blindly accept this proposal, not without knowing why.

“Why not now?” he asked, taking your hands into his. You could see the sweat starting to form on his hairline, the anxiety of public rejection becoming apparent in his tone as you worked to avoid his gaze.

Why not now?

Does he not hear himself? Why not now?

“I just-” you stuttered out, taking your hands back into your own laps, wiping the moisture off your palms against your thighs.

“-Just hear me out!” He cut you off, perhaps a bit too loudly as well, seeing as the crowd of nosy spectators seemed to be inconspicuously growing by the second. He looked frazzled, in fact, this might have been the most affected that you’d ever seen him. Usually, he was the cool-headed one, the blasé, jaded businessman. But now he sat, his voice raising with each word, face red with humiliation. He looked panicked, far too panicked for the situation.

“My mother…” He started, clearing his throat, trying to collect himself before he could make a fool of himself in public.

Ahh… his mother

you thought….. That was obviously why he was so panicked. That was why he was asking you this all of the sudden.

His mother was pressuring him.

Well, the joke is on him, you’re not gonna give in just because of the wishes of his mother.

“....My mother is dying.”

If your eyes weren’t bulging out of your head before, they definitely were now.

“w-What- when?..... Oh god….” you gasped, the guilt automatically washing over you as you watched your partner's face melt into worry, his brows knitting together as you brought your hands back onto the table to envelope his.

“They called me this morning…. They asked me if I could fly back home to….. ya know?”

“Of course..” you nodded, “you need to be with her right now…. Have you booked your flight yet? Should I try to book it now?”

Now listen…. It was a serious situation. And a horrible one at that, and you were 100% devoted to getting your partner home to his dying mother. But you couldn’t deny that you were also trying to steer the conversation back away from marriage.

But he wasn’t going to let you forget.

“Darling please….” he sighed, squeezing your hands in his, “my mother, she once told me that all she wants in this world… all she wants… is to see me happy… to see me married. And I want you to marry me.”

“God….” you sighed “I just….. You’re sure you want me?...”

He nods, holding your gaze.

It felt like his eyes were melting into your face. And if that wasn’t bad enough, there were still a good handful of people burning holes into your back. They were all expecting an answer.

Not only that, they were expecting a particular answer. An answer you weren’t sure that you were ready to give.

But for god's sake, the man’s mother was dying, and he pretty much made it sound like her dying wish was for her son to marry. If you said no now you’d be a monster.

Against your better judgment, you glanced around the restaurant, your eyes meeting the eager gazes of not only fellow patrons but staff as well. God, was that a tray of champagne waiting??

After scanning the room, your eyes finally made it back to the man who just asked you to marry him.

“Yes.” you whispered, offering him a small, unsure smile.

A smile that he returned tenfold, announcing to the restaurant, “she said yes!” prompting applause and congratulatory champagne.

He slipped the ring onto your finger, kissing your hands as you sat and watched him with that same small smile on your face.

“Now of course, I’ll have to fly out to my mother, but we should get married as soon as possible.” He said, dropping your hands to take a long drink of champagne. “I trust you want to organize the wedding?”

So much was happening, staff was swarming around you, pouring drinks and grabbing your hand to inspect the ring, and the restaurant chatter had resumed, and somehow along the way a violinist had been called in to serenade you as well.

You felt like your brain was being torn into 5 different pieces, all equally painful and all equally taxing.

You couldn’t even answer his question before he’d moved on in the conversation, rambling about flight times, how long he’d be staying, and who was going to fill in for him at work.

You were definitely overstimulated by the complete chaos surrounding you, but you told yourself it would be okay, that you could just zone out until he eventually tired and decided to drag the both of you home for the night.

Were you ready to get married? Hell no! But what were you supposed to do?

God, what would your parents say about this? Marrying a man nearly 20 years your senior. Did you love him? Of course!

….well…..maybe…… you definitely felt a strong connection with him……. so then what was this dread?

It was just anxiety. It had to be. After all, you had never planned to get married in the first place. You’d seen one too many marriages fail, one too many couples grow to hate each other and you’d sworn it off.

It wasn’t that you hated marriage in particular, you’d seen plenty of happily married people, you suppose it was just the fact that in your mind, it was impossible for you to be one of those happily married people.

You’d never been good at relationships. In fact, your current relationship had been eerily long. Usually, something would’ve happened by now. You would’ve walked in on him cheating, or you would’ve woken up to all of his stuff gone. But that hadn’t happened yet.

So maybe it was love, you told yourself. Maybe he was the love of your life and you were ready to get married.

After all, 5 years is a crazy long time, right?

Far too long to stay with a man you didn’t love……right?

What had you gotten yourself into?

Within the week, your now fiance had booked a flight out to his home city, leaving you behind with a long wedding to-do list.

On the positive side, after your initial dread spiral, you were feeling much better. You reminded yourself that everything happened for a reason and that there was no reason that your marriage couldn’t be any less fulfilling than the last five years had been.

You reminded yourself that your partner had stuck with you for five years, that kind of stuff doesn’t just happen to people who aren’t ready for marriage.

Anyways, you felt much better….. Happy even.

Your parents definitely could’ve taken the news of you marrying an older man…… better….. But at the end of the day, they admitted that as long as you were happy… they were too.

In all honesty, you think that they were mostly just relieved that you found someone to marry you.

Your family would never say it out loud, but you often thought that none of them believed you would ever find someone to be with. Deep down you felt like your parents always betted on your siblings for things like inlaws and grandchildren.

And you couldn’t blame them necessarily. You weren’t the conventional definition of beauty (a fact that all of your exes had brought to your attention sooner or later) and you definitely didn’t have low standards.

This meant that you forever lived in a limbo of never being “good enough” or “pretty enough” but never being willing to settle. So where did that leave you?

Alone.

Alone until you found your fiance.

To be honest, it was rough at first. He was this bigshot investor that was only slightly younger than your father and for some reason, he’d taken an interest in you, his (used to be) intern.

At first, you ignored the attention, young and uncomfortable with the idea that an older man could find you desirable. In your field, you were used to all of the finance bros, who wanted you in the bedroom but never in public.

But slowly, as he managed to worm his way into your daily schedule, you found yourself warming up to him. He’d walk past your desk each day, sometimes leaving you a coffee with a little winking face drawn on the side, sometimes he would smooze as you took the elevator with him, but most of the time it was him just making small comments along the lines of “you take care of me so well,” or “I’m lucky to have you looking out for me” which slowly transitioned into “i love the way you take care of me” and “am I lucky enough to take you to dinner”

Before you knew it, five years had passed. And while you’d technically never defined your relationship in words, or moved in with each other, or even met each other's families, you still thought of yourselves as dating…. well……engaged now.

You looked down at the to-do list that sat on the cafe table. Most of it was fairly straightforward, arrange the flowers, get the caterer, cake-tasting, wine-tasting, the list went on.

The one bullet point on the list that definitely wasn’t straightforward was the last one.

Invite Matsukawa

Apparently, your beloved fiance had an estranged brother. A younger brother whom he hadn’t spoken to for the last 10 years.

An estranged brother that you were in charge of tracking down and inviting to your wedding.

What could possibly go wrong?

He was a fucking mortician.

That's what could go wrong.

Your fiance had given you a little bit of background on his brother, and from the sounds of it, he seemed to be a fairly normal person. But come on…. How many normal people were morticians?

But nevertheless, you had told your fiance that you would do it. You would do it so that he could reunite with his brother and restore their relationship. Would it be a little weird for you? Yes. But it seemed that recently you’d been kicked out of your comfort zone, and apparently weren’t allowed back in.

So you’d looked up the address to the funeral home Matsukawa worked at, and decided that your goal for the day was to somehow convince him to come to his brother’s wedding.

Now all you had to do was work up the nerve to go in and actually talk to him.

You glanced out of the cafe’s window at the funeral home.

It’s not like it was overwhelmingly off-putting. It looked crisp and clean, a great place to bring your recently lost loved one……. But that didn’t mean it didn’t still give you the heebie-jeebies.

You looked back down at your coffee. There was probably only a sip or two left, which meant that you could no longer put this off.

Hesitantly, you left the coffee shop, holding your almost empty coffee cup as a shield of sorts as you approached the front doors of the funeral home.

You opened the doors.

It was quiet.

As to be expected.

You walked up to the empty reception desk, inspecting it for some kind of bell or button to alert someone of your arrival, but much to your dismay there was no such thing.

You looked around you, there wasn’t much to see in the lobby area, an expensive-looking rug, a nice velvet-covered loveseat, and a couple of potted plants…. Other than that there really wasn’t-

“-Fucking christ!” you gasped, jumping at the sight of a man's disembodied head peering through an open cut out in the wall.

You clutched your chest, trying to recover as he simply watched you, not even bothering to move. All the man did was grin at you, having the audacity to chuckle at your display of fright.

“Shit…” you breathed, turning your back to the man while trying to regain the quickly diminishing confidence that you had, you know, the confidence that was barely there to begin with.

A couple of deep breaths later, you decided that you felt stable enough to face the mystery man again. Now that the initial surprise/fear had passed, only dread and a smidge of anger remained.

Like, who the fuck would do that?? For all they know, you were a prospecting customer who’d just lost a loved one and you were greeted with the harrowing sight of a man’s head in a window.

You turned around, not sure if you should demand an apology, or issue one, when you were greeted with the sight of perhaps the prettiest man you’d ever seen.

Yes, he was the same weird man that had literally just pretended to be a severed head, but hey… first impressions were rough.

You opened your mouth to speak, still unsure of what to say, but thankfully, he spoke first.

“Sorry about that, it’s never gone over well and yet I keep trying.”

Wow his voice was deep, but not deep like ‘trying to be deep’ or even like ‘just woke up deep’ it was just… deep.

It was nice.

You were engaged.

Why was that so hard to remember?

You let out a small laugh before clearing your throat.

“Well, it was… interesting, I’ll give you that.”

He gave you another lopsided grin, but said nothing, forcing you to try and remember why you walked into the building in the first place.

Fiance’s brother. Right.

“Anyways, I’m here today because I’m looking for Maksukawa, is he working today?”

“Is something wrong” he asked, a much more acceptable mask of professionalism slipping over his features. You shifted from heel to heel, wondering if you should really tell this man about your fiance’s private family life.

“Nope, just here to talk with him.” you settled on that. Surely you wouldn't be asked for more.

“How do you know him?”

Of fucking course you’d be asked for more. Because having things go your way is just too much to ask.

“Oh, I’m just his brother’s fiance.” you said, trying to keep your voice light and unworried.

But as soon as you said it, the man’s eyebrows shot up and his jaw (which was gorgeously sharp) became set.

And while that reaction was a little weird, and definitely raised a little suspicion, you decided to ignore it and press forward.

“You see, I’m here to invite him to the wedding on behalf of my fiance.” You took a step closer to the desk that the man had retreated behind as you said it, trying your best to keep your shoulders squared and the pep in your step.

“He’s not interested.” the man, who had been nothing if not good-natured up till now, turned away, affirming your suspicions.

“You’re Matsukawa aren’t you?”

He ignored you and instead turned to head back through a set of swinging doors behind him, leaving you slack jawed and speechless.

Your partner had warned you of his brother’s standoffishness, but when you’d asked about why they hadn’t talked in 10 years, you received no clear answer. But judging by the way Matsukawa just left you in the dust, something big must’ve happened.

Nevertheless, you weren’t one to step down from a fight, no matter how scared or uncomfortable you were, so you followed him through the back doors into a little room with lockers lining the wall.

“I’m right, right? You’re Matsukawa?”

His back was facing you as he closed the door to his locker, his shoulders were definitely tensed but not nearly as much as one would expect considering the fact you were definitely not allowed back here, a rule which you rudely defied.

“My friends call me Issei.”

“Okay Issei, I’m here to-”

He turned towards you, his eyes flicking over your body once, before cutting you off.

“I said my friends, not some kid who's marrying my bastard brother.”

Once again, your jaw dropped. What the fuck was it about these brothers making you at a complete loss for words?

“Excuse me?”

Seriously, did their mother not raise them properly?

Their mother. That’s why you were there. Their mother is dying and her dying wish was for her son to be married.

You didn’t give him a chance to respond before continuing before you lost your nerve.

“Listen, I’m just here to invite you to the wedding. I’m not sure what went down between you and your brother, but I do know that he wants you at our wedding. Anyways, he’s family and family forgives each other, so please just take this.”

You held out the RSVP invitation to Issei, you set your jaw firmly and squared yourself in front of him, showing him that you wouldn’t tuck your tail and run.

He looked you up and down again. You tried not to focus on how his gaze made your stomach flip and your ears burn.

“How old are you?” He asked, his eyes landing on the invitation pinched between your prettily manicured fingers.

“Does it matter?”

Issei’s eyes traveled up your wrist to your arm, then shoulder, then neck, before finally landing on your face. He grinned at the look on your face, because while it was clear you were trying to keep a fire in your eyes, you were just about as intimidating as a puppy.

“It does.”

“Can I ask why?”

Issei took a step forward, narrowing the distance between the two of you until there was only a couple of inches.

“Because I know how old my brother is, and I wanna know why a girl who was in diapers when he was joining a frat is standing in front of me, saying she’s his fiance.”

Your eyes, which had been locked on his, standing your ground, flicked to the ground.

“So what is it, the money? The house? Did he accidentally knock you up? Let me guess, he’s your boss and you just wanted to stay his favorite, you didn’t even mean to get that drunk at the company party. Is that it? Or did you-”

Before you knew what was happening, you’d already reached your hand between the two of you and slapped Issei across the face.

For the first time since you’d met him, that stupid grin was gone, and in its place a look of surprise. You spoke before he could.

“Listen here,” you said in a low tone, trying to keep your voice from shaking due to the adrenaline flooding through your body,

“You don’t know me. You’ve never met me, never talked to me, and you sure as hell have never gotten close enough for me to disclose jack shit to you, much less how I met and got involved with your brother. I get that you guys don’t like each other, but that is no fucking reason to get pissy with me. In fact, how dare you talk about me like that? It doesn’t matter if your brother wronged you a thousand times over, you have no right to talk to me in that disgusting manner.”

You stopped to take a breath, closing your eyes so that you wouldn’t see Issei and chicken out of your speech.

“Now. I’m leaving, and I’m leaving you with the invitation to this stupid fucking wedding. You can come or not, I don’t care. Goodbye.”

Before he could respond you turned on your heel and fled back through the set of double doors, back into the safety of the main lobby. Once you were on the street again, you let yourself slow down, releasing the breath you’d been subconsciously holding.

You couldn’t believe that you’d done that, it was almost like you’d blacked out. You really couldn't even remember what you’d said. Oh god, hopefully you didn’t say anything too rash.

Even if Issei deserved it, he was your partner’s brother…..

….maybe you were too harsh.

You scolded yourself as you walked down the street, trying as best as you could not to look like a crazy person, muttering to yourself as you made your way back to your apartment.

The guilt and worry of what you’d said and how you’d behaved was eating at you. Did Issei deserve to be slapped? Yes! 100 fucking percent he deserved it.

But still….

If he hated his brother before you’d done that, he most definitely hated him even more now.

Maybe, you thought as you laid down to sleep, you could try and go by the funeral home tomorrow to smooth things over.

Maybe you could use the stress of the wedding as an excuse to why you’d slapped him, yeah…that was a good idea.

…or at least the best idea you had.

And while you tossed and turned with guilt over slapping your fiance's younger, very good-looking brother, Issei was in a similar boat.

Well… kind of.

He didn’t necessarily feel guilty over how he treated you. He was just being honest, there was no way in hell he’d attend his lousy brother’s wedding, that bastard could apologize a thousand times over for what he’d done and Issei still wouldn’t forgive him.

No, what he did feel guilty about though is the fact that he pretty much blew any chance he had of seeing you again.

If Issei was a better person he’d feel guilty about his feelings for you, fortunately he never claimed to be one.

He’d given up on sleeping hours ago, the only thing that closing his eyes got him was visions of you. The look on your face when you scolded him, the sting that your palm had left against his jaw.

And christ your body….

If Issei had believed in God, you were definitely her.

He could drown in you if you’d only let him.

So without any other way to soothe himself or fall asleep, he drank. A little too much if he’s being honest. So much that he didn’t even care when his neighbors slammed on his walls to tell him to turn his records down.

He preferred to sulk this way. That was what he was doing, sulking over a beautiful woman that he’d never see again, over a woman who was going to marry his brother, his enemy.

And as the night went on, the bottle of booze in his hand emptied further, until he nearly saw double as he worked on anything to distract himself from thoughts of you.

Perhaps when he said you were God he meant the opposite, God could never plague him like you were. You were a devil, a devil committed to his devil brother…. The thought made him feel a little better. Not much of course.

He eventually called into work, leaving some half-ass excuse on their answering machine as to why he wouldn’t be coming in that day, before dragging himself to bed. He was drunk enough to sleep, but not drunk enough to escape dreams of you.

The next morning, bright and early, you stood outside of the funeral home with two fresh coffees in hand and an optimistic smile on your face. Today was the day that you would convince Issei to come to the wedding if it was the last thing you did.

To be honest, you were completely ready to give up and tell your fiance that his brother had died some terrible death within the last 10 years, but as soon as you’d heard his voice over the phone, asking if you’d been able to convince Issei yet, you chickened out of it.

You didn’t know if you were just feeling extra sentimental or if it was your fiance whining about how now that his mother is dying, family is the most important thing, but you now stood on the sidewalk in front of Issei’s workplace with a renewed vigor and immovable stubbornness.

You walked into the building, scanning the lobby, making sure that Issei wasn’t pretending to be a floating head again.

You frowned at the sight of an empty lobby, walking slowly up to the desk as if you were expecting the gorgeous mortician to jump out at you at any moment.

“Hello?” you called out, trying to crane your neck to look through the small windows of the double set of doors that you’d been through yesterday.

“Hi there!” you heard a new voice come from a different direction.

When you turned your head, you were slightly disappointed to find an unfamiliar young woman, dressed in black, smiling as she walked behind the desk to help you.

“Hello,” you replied, trying to hide your disappointment with a small smile, “I’m looking for Matsukawa, is he here?”

“He actually called in sick today, I’m sorry.”

Your shoulders must’ve sagged a little because the woman looked at you curiously, her eyebrow raising.

“Can I ask why you’re asking for him?”

“Oh it’s nothing,” you sighed, “I’m just engaged to his brother and I’m supposed to convince him to come to the wedding. We got off on the wrong foot yesterday so I thought I’d swing by today and try again.”

The look of shock on the woman’s face was enough to make you straighten your back and hold your coffee a little closer to your body. She must’ve noticed your discomfort as she quickly apologized.

“Sorry, I just totally didn’t expect that to be the reason…. I feel really bad telling you this, but I don’t think you should waste any time on that. Issei hates his brother.”

So Issei’s coworker knows what happened but you don’t? Was your fiance trying to set you up for failure???

“Well, if you don’t mind me asking, what happened?”

A look came over the woman’s face, that look that says ‘I’m not supposed to be talking about this, but I absolutely LOVE talking about it’. She leaned over the counter, gesturing you to lean in closer.

“Ten years ago, Issei was engaged to this woman, beautiful girl, a real pretty lady, they’d met in school and decided to get married young so they could start having kids. So one day, Issei gets off work a little early, so he decides to surprise her at her place, and what does he find when he gets there? His brother, buck-naked in her bed.”

“No!” you gasped, horrified at the image of your fiance home-wrecking his brother.

“Yes! So Issei’s pissed right? Screaming and throwing shit everywhere, his fiance’s crying, the neighbors are yelling, and what does his brother do?”

The look of suspense on your face was prominent enough to make the woman behind the desk grin as she paused in dramatic effect.

“He tells Issei that it’s been going on for months and that they’re running off together.”

“What?” you scoff, leaning back away from the woman in awe.

You couldn’t believe what you’d heard. Is that really the kind of man you were about to marry?

“Worst part about it, is that since Issei’s so much younger than his brother, the girl wasn’t any older than 20 while Issei’s brother was nearly thirty six!”

“So what happened?” You asked, feeling slightly faint at the overwhelming amount of information you’d received.

“Nothing, Issei was heart broken, his brother ran off with his girl and there was nothing he could do about it. That’s why they haven't talked in 10 years. And from the sound of it, the whole family took the brother’s side so now Issei doesn't talk to them either.”

You wondered if you looked like a gaping fish at the moment as you grappled with yourself, trying to find words to say. You couldn't believe that your fiance could do something so heinous.

He stole the love of his brother’s life, and obviously it never went further than an affair because he’d never even mentioned his ex to you.

Of course, now that you thought about it, he didn’t mention much of anything to you.

The woman must’ve seen the turmoil on your face and taken pity on you because she reached under the desk and pulled a sticky pad and pen out and started jotting things down.

“Anyways, I’m just gonna give you his address, it’s not too far from here. Swing by if you're brave enough, but now that you know the history, you can’t blame him if he doesn’t wanna talk to you.”

You nodded and thanked her as she handed you the sticky note.

“Now that I know, the only thing I feel is guilty about how I treated him yesterday.” you looked up at the woman, offering a grateful smile “thank you for telling me.”

She waved you off as you began leaving the lobby, “Don’t mention it, I hope everything works out the way it should!”

With one last thank you, you left the funeral home and started off down the street towards Issei’s apartment. With the newfound knowledge of the brother’s history you now realized that asking Issei to come to the wedding was like asking him to reopen old wounds.

And hell, with what you just found out you weren’t sure you wanted to marry this guy anymore. You know what they say, once a cheater, always a cheater. Could you really trust that he hadn’t done the exact same to you in the last five years?

Anyways, the very least you could do now was apologize to Issei and hope that the two of you could treat this like water under the bridge.

So that’s where you’d gotten to where you were. Sitting at his kitchen table as you watched him nurse his hangover with the coffee you brought him and a plate of breakfast that you’d cooked for him.

You watched as he poked at the eggs with his fork.

“Sorry, I didn’t know how you liked them.” you apologized, your voice coming out much squeakier than indentinded. But based on the fact that you were sitting across from perhaps the most gorgeous man you’d ever met who still had bed head and was only sporting a loose fitting pair of black sweatpants, you’d say you were doing pretty good at keeping your voice calm.

“No, they’re good… thank you..” Issei muttered, keeping his eyes on his plate. He couldn’t look up at you right now.

The first thing he’d woken up to this morning was you knocking on his door, and normally that wouldn't have been so bad. In fact, he could think of few things better than the sight of a pretty girl waiting for him on his doorstep. The only reason he didn’t enjoy your early morning visit was because it gave him no time to take care of his raging morning wood, which was significantly worse than usual thanks to you being the star of his dreams the night before.

He glanced up from his plate, trying to sneak a glance at you as you concerned yourself with the view from his kitchen window.

You were even more stunning in the morning light, the sun outlining the soft curve of your chin as you smiled at the city's skyline.

He looked back down at his breakfast, not nearly as appetizing as the sight sitting across from him.

“Anyways,” you said, breaking the silence as you watched him near the end of his breakfast, clearing the plate of the last slice of toast. “I wanted to come by and apologize for how I acted yesterday, I was-”

Before you could even finish the apology, he held a hand up to stop you.

“Don’t even mention it, I was out of line.”

You frowned as he got up to put his plate in the sink behind him.

“Okay….” you said, unsure of how to approach the next topic, “well, I also wanted to talk to you about the wedding,”

As soon as the word ‘wedding’ came out of your mouth you saw his (very nicely built) back tense. So you rushed to finish the sentence as fast as you could to prevent him from completely shutting you out.

“But-more-importantly-I-wanted-to-apologize-for-what-your-brother-did-to-you…”

“What?”

You saw the tick in his jaw and the stern look on his face as he turned towards you. You couldn't help but shrink in on yourself a little, this was the first time you’d seen him as anything but aloof, and to say it was… intimidating… was an understatement.

Hot?.... Yes definitely… but also very intimidating.

“Why would you apologize for that?”

It was a fair question, especially considering that you were also starting to have the sneaking suspicion that you were a victim of infidelity as well. Just because you never caught it, doesn’t mean it never happened.

“I just-”

“-You know what,” he cut you off, holding a palm up to you, “why don’t you let me get cleaned up a little and then I can take you somewhere a little nicer to talk about this.”

Your eyes widened and you felt your face start to heat up at the idea of “going somewhere” to “talk” with this man.

You dreaded what he meant by ‘clean up’, the idea that he’d be showering with only a door or a room, at most, between you was making you ashamedly wet.

You could only pray that Issei didn’t notice the way you unconsciously squirmed in your seat.

And lucky for you, he didn’t. He was far too busy trying to figure out how to get himself to his bathroom without you noticing the sizable tent he could feel beginning to pitch. The only thing helping calm him down from being in the same room as you was the painful reminder that you were his brother’s fiance, along with the mention of what his brother had done to him 10 years ago.

“Okay. I’ll just wait here” you said, nodding as you focused your gaze on your lap, desperately trying to hide your look of embarrassment from Issei as he walked past you to his bedroom.

He closed the door with some kind of ‘make yourself at home’ comment, but once again, you were too preoccupied with your own arousal and ergo embarrassment to reply.

It was only when you’d calmed down a bit did you get up and explore the living room of his apartment. You were surprised to find it littered with not only human anatomy books and atlases (which was to be expected considering his career) but also with books filled with art, and even sketchbooks filled with what you assumed to be his own drawings.

In fact, now that you were looking closer, you could tell that Issei was something of an artist as well, the biggest hint being an easel and half-painted canvas in the corner of the room.

You couldn't help yourself, and went to inspect the work. When you got closer you could see the faint sketch lines on the canvas, and when you looked up from the painting to the window that it faced you saw the pieces of paper taped to the window, references for the painting.

You wanted to say that the painting of the woman was embarrassing. You wanted to say that the sketches of her nude body were scandalous, but you couldn't help but fixate on the beauty of Issei’s work.

The drawings made you feel warm inside, they made you feel seen.

If you squinted, the woman in the drawings almost looked like what you saw when you looked in the mirror. Of course you’d never seen anyone like yourself depicted in any art, so the feeling was definitely new but for some reason, you couldn't stop the warmth that started in your chest from traveling down to rest between your thighs.

And the more you looked at the drawings, the worse it got, as you noticed more sketches, some having the plus size woman drawn in different lewd poses, her curves almost highlighted due to the morning light coming through the paper.

You got so lost in the art that it almost felt like you were the woman in the drawings and that you could feel Issei watching you… memorizing your shape so that he could sketch you.

Your whole body was on fire as your fingers brushed against the papers on the window, tracing the figures outlines with one hand while gliding across your own outline with the other.

Normally you wouldn’t be caught dead acting like this, but it was like Issei’s work had you in a trance. The art mixed with the idea that there was a wet and very naked Issei less than 20 feet away from you had gone straight to your head, almost making you dizzy.

You didn’t know how long you’d been looking at the sketches, and you definitely hadn’t known that Issei had walked out of his bedroom to find you staring at his work a couple of minutes ago.

He knew that he should’ve at least tried to hide all of the shameless drawings of you, for god’s sake he’d only met you for 10 minutes yesterday. But you had haunted him, the only way he was able to sleep last night was after drawing you in all of the poses he longed to see you in.

So he stood silently in the doorway, watching as you traced his work, did you not realize it was you that he had drawn? Unless you were some sort of exhibitionist, you’d never be okay with some strange man you’d just met drawing you, much less drawing you as a nude model.

He let it go on for another minute or two, he wanted to let himself memorize your body again, he didn't know if he’d ever have another chance to see you and he’d be damned if he let his painting go unfinished. But even as he watched you, committing your shape to memory, he couldn’t help the nagging desire to touch you, he told himself that he wanted to feel you because it’d make his art better, he told himself there was no other motive.

He watched you finally move to the painting, watching you, he feared that if he let you continue you’d recognize yourself seeing as the painting held more color and detail.

“What do you think of it?” He asked, making you gasp as you jumped and whirled around to face him.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to snoop!” your eyes were wide and panicked, and yet he didn’t see any hint of recognition in them, hopefully meaning you still were unaware that you were the art’s model.

“Don’t apologize…. But please… I want to know what you think.”

You shyly turned back towards the canvas, not brave enough to compliment him to his face.

“It’s beautiful… you’re really good.” you breathed, the heat almost unbearable now that he was in the room.

“Only as good as my model.” he chuckled.

“Well she’s beautiful.” you complimented.

You were ashamed to admit the twinge of jealousy you felt towards the model. You had to remember that you were engaged…. Well at least for now….. in a week…. who knows?

“I think so too.” Issei mumbled from behind you, you could hear him moving but you still didn’t have the courage to turn back around.

You’d hoped that Issei couldn’t detect your arousal, but, of course, he could. What kind of artist would he be if he couldn’t observe? How else would he have looked at you close enough to paint you after just one meeting?

That said, Issei was more than pleased to know that you wanted him just as urgently as he needed you. He wondered if you’d lost sleep over it like him. Even at the risk of sounding naive or rash he wanted to ask you if you’d thought of him last night, as you walked home alone, as you slipped on your night clothes, as you drifted off to sleep.

He felt like a love-sick puppy, a feeling he hadn’t let himself feel ever since the love of his life walked out on him. Of course, with you standing in front of him who knows if she’s truly been his soulmate. If she had been his soulmate then why did you make him feel like this?

“Do you-” the words died on your tongue as you turned to find Issei directly behind you. The two of you were now close enough for him to see the way your breath caught in your chest.

You knew you should’ve stepped back, even risked knocking over the painting to get away, but it felt like your feet were superglued to the floor. You could hear Issei’s heart pounding in his chest as he looked down at you, staring into your eyes as you couldn’t help but stare back.

“Don’t you recognize her?” he whispered, his eyes darting down to your lips.

“I’m sorry?”

Your voice was barely audible, but at least it wasn’t shaking as Issei rested his hands on our shoulders and guided you to turn back towards the painting.

“Isn’t she familiar?”

His lips were right next to your right ear now, his breath warm as it tickled your jaw.

You stayed silent as you tried to focus on the artwork, somewhere deep inside, you knew exactly where this was going, but you had no power to stop it. You didn’t even think you wanted to.

“I don’t know” you mumbled, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt Issei’s palms travel down your sides to rest on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin ever so slightly.

“Look again.” he urged, placing his teeth over your pulse, scraping the skin as he started to massage your hips.

You forced your eyes open, your vision feeling unfocused as you tried to search for familiarity in the lines. It was only when Issei turned your body away from the painting, causing your eyes to drift to the full length mirror propped against a bookshelf, that you gasped in realization.

It was you.

And holy shit was that hot.

You felt Issei grin against your skin, that grin you’d seen him constantly sporting since he’d met you, and you couldn’t stop the quiet whine from leaving your chest.

You pressed yourself back into him, feeling him pressed against the curve of your ass, making him groan.

“Fuck…” he hissed, his hips jerked at the unexpected pressure, making you giggle in response.

He backed away from you, grinning to himself when you spun around, your lips downturned in disappointment.

“Come with me to bed.” He said, taking your hand in his.

You raised your eyebrow at him, a small smile coming over your face.

This morning was all the push you’d needed to break things off with his brother. You had definitely made up your mind to that. Plus…. even if Issei wasn’t looking for revenge against his brother… you were.

But still… that didn’t mean you didn’t want Issei to work for it.

“Hmm… why should I?” you teased, following his lead as he backed into his bedroom.

The grin never dropped from his face, if anything it got more confident. He knew he had you in the palm of your hand, but he also knew that you had him in the palm of yours.

“You really gonna make me beg for it sweetheart?” he asked, pulling you against him and switching your places. You bit your lip as you felt the bed pressing up against the backs of your legs.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down till his face was level with yours.

“You would look good on your knees.” you whispered, your lips brushing his.

You felt him twitch against your hip as he cursed under his breath, looking away from your eyes.

Issei knew he needed to pace himself, if you kept teasing him like that this would be over before it started and he definitely couldn’t have that happening.

“Wait, what’re you- hey!” you gasped as Issei pushed you back to where you were sitting on the edge of the bed. “What are you doing?” you asked as you cautiously watched him lower himself to his knees, his hands spreading your legs to let him kneel between your thighs.

“I thought you wanted me to beg…” he teased, laying his cheek against the inside of one of your spread thighs as he looked up at you.

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. Your brain was short wiring at the sight of the dark haired man kneeling between your legs, his hands were so big, his fingers gripping your calves, coaxing you to spread your legs further for him.

You said nothing as you tangled your fingers through his hair, pulling softly to force his gaze up to yours.

His face was red and his pupils blown out, the sight was so erotic you thought you’d cum on the spot. You didn’t know anyone could ever find you this attractive, but as he let out a quiet whine, staring at you through half-lidded eyes, you realized a scary thought.

The thought that this man might want you even more than you wanted him.

“please…” he mumbled, pressing his head into your hand, willing you to guide him where he so desperately wanted to be. “...wanna taste you…”

You felt like you’d taken a nine-iron to the chest. But god did you feel powerful.

You tightened your grip on his hair, as you felt him work off your pants, pulling your soaked panties off with them, biting his lip at the feeling of the damp spot in the center of them.

“You’re so pretty….” you sighed, letting him go to rake your fingers over his scalp, “You wanna eat me out?”

He nodded, his tongue wetting his lips as he practically drooled over the sight of your bare cunt.

He wanted to paint you like this, spread out for him like a fucking masterpiece. But that would have to wait.

He could feel his head weeping against the front of his sweatpants, he’d (thankfully) gone commando in hopes of being where he was now, unfortunately that meant the feeling of the fleece lining was unbearable as he tried to ignore it, focusing on your pleasure first.

Without another word, you laced your fingers back through his hair and pushed his head down between your legs, gasping as you felt his lips quickly attach to your clit, wrapping around it and sucking, making your thighs snap shut around his head.

“fuck….” you gasped, obviously not expecting that overwhelming intensity right out of the gate.

Issei just moaned into you, bucking his hips at the feeling of your thighs pressed against his ears, he ran his hands up your legs to your stomach, guiding you to lay down on your back before hiking your knees over his shoulders.

And despite your position above him, you were completely powerless to his touch, leaning when he told you to, hesitantly opening your legs back up to allow him greater access.

When Issei felt your thighs loosen around his head he nearly cried, but he would have your legs wrapped around his head again, for now he needed to bring you to orgasm as fast as possible.

He pushed you further back onto the bed, helping you lay on your back as he repositioned himself between your legs, his hips pressing his hardened cock into the bedsheets.

His lips pressed to the insides of your thighs, sucking bruises into the skin as your fingers grasped at the sheets behind you.

“You’re so pretty” he muttered into your skin, looking up at you in awe as your chest heaved.

You doubt that you looked any kind of attractive right now, and yet Issei stared up at you like a sinner to a priestess.

“Please…” you gasped, your back arching away from the bed.

“Shhhh… I know…” he whispered, his mouth traveling back to your core, his tongue dipping between your folds, making you practically cry for more.

Issei’s brows were knit together, all of his being focused on not cumming in his pants from your taste. He wanted more…. he needed more.

“please…” he whimpered “...can I use my fingers?”

“N-mhm- yes..yes-please….” you gasped, crying out because as soon as you said it two of his fingers bullied their way into your pussy.

You cried from the burn of it, which melted into moans as his lips soothed your clit while his fingers curled inside of you.

It was gentle at first, he settled on warming you up to his fingers, gently pulling and pushing them in and out of you, kissing your clit with each plea or whine.

But as soon as he felt you relax, it started. He began with just sissoring his fingers inside of you, wanting to stretch you out for his cock before you came.

But as soon as you whimpered the words “..’m close Issei..” he abandoned all patience, pressing his fingers into your g-spot as he scraped his teeth against your clit, making you cry out.

You tried to close your legs around his head again, but he caught one of your thighs with his free hand and pressed it back down against the bed, forcing you to stay open for him.

You tossed your head against the sheets, whining how good it was as Issei buried his fingers into you again and again, pushing at your g-spot until you felt you high coming towards you like a freight train.

“Fuck…-gonna cum…Issei, ‘m gonna cum…”

“Shit..” Issei moaned against your clit, making you jerk against his face, your stomach clenching at the vibrations it sends through your body.

“come on, Sweetheart…. I want you to cum from my fingers…..please…”

Issei leaned back to watch your face as you came, feeling his cock twitch desperately in his pants at the sight of you gasping for air as your legs twitched beside his head.

You couldn’t form a single thought as you felt the wave of your orgasm wash over you, making your mind fuzzy as tears threatened to fall down your face.

Issei worked you through your orgasm, whispering praise against your thighs as he pressed his thumbs into your hips, massaging his fingers into the curve of your ass.

Eventually he worked his way back up your body until his chest covered yours and his hips ground against your thigh, reminding you that this was very much, not over.

Issei could look at you forever. If he thought you were beautiful before, you were absolutely breathtaking now, basking in the aftershocks of your orgasm.

God he needed you. He was convinced he’d need you for the rest of his life.

Still breathless from your high, you hooked a hand around the back of Issei’s neck and pulled him towards you, catching his lips in yours.

He moaned as your fingers pressed into his nape, encouraging him to deepen the kiss, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue. He could feel his brain getting fuzzier by the second, he wanted to cum.

bad.

And you could tell with the way he tried to angle his hips away from you, trying to create the least amount of friction against himself as possible.

It was almost cute in a way, it’d been a while since someone needed you this badly, like a hormonal teenager. The only reason it wasn’t cute was because you needed him just as badly. You were ready for him now, your core twitching at the thought of it.

Before Issei knew what had happened, you flipped the two of you around, pinning him to the mattress as your ass rested dangerously snug against his clothed cock.

“Wai-” he started but you cut him off, pressing one of your perfectly manicured nails to his lips.

“It's my turn to have fun.” you said, offering a playful wink before crawling back down the bed to come face to face with his erection.

You could tell that it was painful by now, the only thing preventing it from standing to its full potential was his sweatpants.

Issei thanked god they were black, he’d leaked so much pre by now it probably looked like he already lost it.

Not that you would’ve minded, in fact you were face to face with his tent wishing the pants were gray for that exact reason.

You decided not to be cruel and pulled his pants down, trying (and failing) to hide your surprise when he finally sprang free.

“Fuck…” Issei gasped above you, his fingers gripping his bedsheets, trying not to cum from the look in your eyes.

“You’re so pretty Issei…” you swooned, he winced as your fingers wrapped around him, making you giggle. “Such a pretty boy…” you gave an experimental tug, biting your lip when his hips jumped off of the bed and a whimper slipped out of him.

“Do you want me to help you feel good, pretty?”

Issei could feel his face burn in humiliation as he nodded feverishly, he couldn’t help it, he’d do whatever you told him to no matter how embarrassing, for you, he’d do it.

You moaned as you took him into your mouth, your hand using his precum to stroke what couldn’t fit.

“Fuck…” Issei whined, his hips twitching out of his control with the way you worked him.

He felt like he couldn't breathe, and you only made it worse as you came off of him, only to turn your focus downwards, wrapping your tongue around his balls, taking them into your mouth.

“Shit… wai-fuck…”

You went back to his head, swiping your tongue across the slit, flicking your wrist as you stroked him closer to his high. You knew that he was close by the way his knuckles were white, gripping the sheets as he gasped and panted above you, begging you to slow down.

He really did look so pretty like this, biting his bottom lip while he tried not to cum too soon. It suited him much better than that stupid fucking smirk he always had on.

“Come on Issei…” you coaxed, your hand quickening its pace as his breathing grew even more ragged, “show me how good you feel…”

Issei made the mistake of peering down at your face, you were staring at him through your lashes, biting your lip as you grinned. That’s what made him lose it, the sight of you making him grunt and shake as he released, whimpering as you made a show of catching it on your tongue.

“What a good boy…” you praised, licking up anything that managed to land on his pelvis, enjoying the feeling of his hips shaking beneath your taste buds.

“It’s too bad though…” you said, sticking your bottom lip out in a fake pout as you sat back on your knees watching as Issei’s head raised off the bed to look at you, “‘cause I’m not tired yet.”

You giggled as Issei’s head dropped back down with a groan, he obviously knew where this was going.

You crawled back over him, positioning your hips over his, stroking him, trying to get him hard again.

“Wait” he pleaded, 2 minutes, that’s all he needed and then he could do it again, he just needed two minutes.

You decided to be nice and settled on just grinding against him.

“you’re no fun.” you mumbled, leaning down to leave your own bite marks, something you didn’t doubt he’d done to you already.

You settled on his chest, admiring how soft his skin was, you bit into it, surprised at how hard the muscle was below.

Yes, you knew that he was really fucking built when you saw him in just his sweatpants, you even knew he was built when you saw just how broad his shoulders looked in his nicely tailored work suit, but you were surprised just how strong he felt under your fingertips.

Maybe it was the fact he’d let you take control this whole time that made you for some reason think that he couldn't pin you down if he wanted to, but now you knew, he definitely could.

And god was that a tempting image.

Knowing that he could easily overpower you, could easily force your face into the mattress as he fucked you, but chose to listen to you so nicely was so fucking attractive.

You felt yourself tighten around nothing, keening as your clit caught against the head of his cock when you rubbed yourself against him.

“So good…” you moaned, resting your forehead against his chest, grinding down on his cock.

Issei decided he’d had enough, he was ready whether his dick was hard again or not. Which it was. How could it not be with you on top of him? He could feel your arousal, it made it almost impossible not to just slip his cock into you.

“Please….” he breathed, “...fuck please….”

You giggled from your place above him, leaning back to where you sat against his hips, comfortably sat with him wedged between your thighs.

“Come on Issei….how should I know what you want me to do?….”

Issei just whined beneath you, his body practically shaking under your touch. You brought your hands up to rest on his chest rather than the sheets on either side of his head.

“Please…..” he gasped again, his toes curling into the sheets when your prettily manicured nails circled his nipples.

You just grinned, dragging your hands up his neck, circling to his nape to hold his head, forcing him to look into your half-lidded eyes.

You leaned down towards him, grinding down onto him as you placed pecks on his face, starting from the edge of his lips… then to the arch of his nose… and finally up across his jaw, landing next to his left ear.

“What honey….” you cooed, loving the way you could feel his chest heaving beneath yours as you pressed your tits to him, as if his brain had melted already.

Issei whined, pressing his eyes closed, trying not to cum like a fucking loser before he even had the chance to be inside of you.

“.... you want some pussy, Baby?...”

“Oh fuck…. Please-please-please…. want it so bad…” Issei whimpered, his fingers leaving the sheets to grip the fat of your hips, undoubtedly hard enough to bruise.

You would’ve laughed if it wasn’t so pathetic.

Without another word, you reached under you, and all in one go grabbed his cock and slid onto it, gasping as you took it to the hilt on the first try.

Issei’s vision went white as he felt you press yourself down onto him, the pulse of your cunt around him making him dizzy, making him whip his head away, trying to hide from you as he let out a choked sob, along with stuttered, breathy ‘thank you’s.

“Fuck baby…” you groaned, reaching back up to cradle issei’s face with your hands, “.....feel you in my fucking throat….”

“..yeah?..... can I move…fuck-please…” Issei pleaded, making you wince with the force that his nails were digging into your hips.

“Fuck…” you dropped your head down, pressing your face into the nook of his neck, trying to stay strong, trying to stay in control as you felt your brain going fuzzy and your tummy turn to jelly. “...yes… please fuck me-ahh-”

You weren’t even able to finish the sentence before Issei’s hips started snapping into you from underneath, the force of his thrusts bouncing you against his chest. You moaned, feeling the air getting repeatedly knocked out of your lungs.

“Shit- slow-slow down Issei…” you winced out, the feeling of him slamming into you so fast was too much too early. If he kept going like this you’d both be done in no time.

“not so much baby…” you said again, trying to catch Issei’s attention after failing the first time, but unfortunately for you he was long gone, the only thing on his mind was pounding into you until you came all over his cock.

Issei couldn’t even hear you as you begged once more for him to slow down, he coudln’t hear anything over the sounds of his own moans and grunts paired with his hard breaths and of course the wet sounds of your cunt as he fucked into you like a fucking rabbit in rut.

He swore to god that there was nothing better than this, than the sound of you moaning above him as he drilled into you, his hands gripping the swell of your ass as you bounced on his cock.

It wasn’t long before you gave up on trying to take it slow, releasing yourself to the pleasure of Issei’s cock pushing at your walls while you cried into his neck, whimpering encouragement into his skin, trying your best to meet his thrusts.

“Oh my goddd….” you gasped after a particularly hard thrust, feeling his tip ram against your cervix when he adjusted you on top of him, bringing his heels up to dig into the mattress to allow him to fuck you even harder.

Your chest was no longer resting against his as the new angle forced you to lean back, barely giving you time to bring your arms behind you to support yourself as he used you.

Issei almost cried at the new position, not only because now he could push into you faster and harder, but because now with every thrust he could watch the way your tits bounced and your eyes rolled back into your head.

He could feel the itch of his orgasm starting in his gut, making him panic at the thought of this ending, at the thought of you getting up and walking out of his life after he scares you away with his intensity. Incidentally, the panic is also what allowed him to finally tune back into his surroundings, tune back into anything other than the feeling of your cunt squeezing him.

“Isseiiiii…” he heard you beg, your voice further ripping him out of his trance, he stilled inside of you, despite every fiber of his being saying not to.

It was only when he stopped that he noticed the way your arms were shaking under you, threatening to give out.

“Fuck…” he said, scrambing to sit up further on the bed, wrapping his arms around your torso to pull you into him, allowing your arms to take a much needed break as he pulled your weight properly into his lap. “I’m sorry…” he whispered against your shoulder, “fuck ‘m sorry…. you just feel so good…”

He let you catch your breath, whispering apologies as he sucked more marks into your skin, his hips grinding his pelvis against your clit, making you gasp and keen as his tip rubbed against your g-spot inside of you.

This was almost worse than when he was moving, yeah it felt good, fuck it felt so good that you could barely remember your name, much less the reason you’d wanted him to slow down, but if he continued like this you knew you’d finish for a second time, and while you really wanted to finish, you wanted him to finish inside of you first.

“Issei…” you moaned, leaning away from him to look into his eyes, your cunt tightening around him at the sight of his blown out pupils and red cheeks, making him whine. “Issei let me lay down Baby…”

He nodded aimlessly, his eyes focused only on your tits as you slid off of him, laying down beside him, hoping he’d take the hint to climb over you and continue.

Thankfully he did, or at least got half of the hint. He climbed over you, his forearms framing your face as he resumed grinding himself against you, his cock slick with your arousal as it continued gliding between the folds of your pussy, the tip catching your clit with every stroke, making you both shake against each other.

“...ngh- please baby….” Issei whined against your neck, “...please lemme fuck….”

Your head was thrown back against the sheets, as you moaned out for him, wrapping your arms down and around him, raking your nails against his lower back, making him shiver and whine against you.

“Go ahead baby…” you urged, spreading your legs further for him, “...make me cum”

That was all Issei needed to resume the godless pace he’d set earlier, lining himself up with your hole before hammering you further into the mattress.

You gasped below him, once again feeling him deep enough to wonder if he’d somehow broken your cervix with the power behind his thrusts.

He was drunk on you, whining a repetitive ‘yes, yes, yes’ into your skin before you decidedly to shut him up, gripping his hair and guiding his mouth to one of your nipples.

You both moaned as he latched on, sucking hard enough to make your walls squeeze, practically choking his dick as he continued humping into you like a love-sick puppy. You could feel him twitching inside of you, telling you that he was also close.

“Fuck issei…” you begged, pressing his face closer to your chest, smothering him with your tits as he moaned and jerked into you.

At this point your couldn’t tell who was fucking who, with the way your hips were arching off of the mattress to meet his thrusts, making you both cry as his cock dragged against your insides perfectly.

“Fuck Issei, ‘m close…” you breathed, intentionally squeezing his cock, trying to get him to cum before you fell off that cliff.

He pulled himself off of your chest just long enough to whimper “fuck-me too baby…” before sending whiny vibrations back through your body as he licked and bit at your tits.

“Yeah?” you asked, “you gonna ask me if you can cum inside?”

You felt him jerk inside of you at the thought.

“D’ you wanna cum inside Issei?” you whispered into his ear, biting your lip as he nodded against you, his mouth never leaving your nipple but a pathetic whine coming out of the back of his throat as his thrusts started getting messy and out of sync.

You could both tell that the other was close, and while Issei desperately wanted to make you cum first, you both knew that he wasn’t the one in charge right now.

Issei fucked into you with a continuous stream of ‘please’ coming from his lips between each pant, his thrusts were getting sharper and off beat as he felt his balls starting to pull up, getting ready to shoot his load into you. But he was determined, he wanted to feel you creaming around his cock before he finally filled you.

But of course, you had other plans, your fingers reaching down to dig your nails into his ass cheeks, helping him keep the tempo of his hips slamming into you steady. Your cunt felt so fucking good for him, warm and tight and twitching as your release threatened to rear its head.

It was a silent battle of who’d break first, until you took his earlobe between your teeth and whispered into his ear.

“come on issei, give me your cum…. Please…”

That finally pushed him over the edge, making him cry against your chest as he tried to pull himself out of you to finish, thinking that you were just saying to finish inside to make him cum.

But as soon as you felt him try to pull out, you dug your nails deeper into the skin of his ass, pressing his body flush to yours as you felt the ropes of his cum start filling you up.

“Fuck… oh my god….” Issei gasped against you, his legs jerking and abs flexing against you as he felt you milking him dry.

The feeling of his cum pushed you into your release as well, making you throw your head back, mouth open as a silent moan ripped through you, your back arching as you felt yourself gushing, your mixed release dripping down your ass and Issei’s balls, no doubt soaking into Issei’s sheets.

Even if Issei said something to you right then, you didn’t hear it, it was like you lost all ability to do anything other than stare at the ceiling, feeling the waves of your orgasm rocking through your body.

And Issei honestly wasn’t much better, laying against your chest as his hips twitched in the aftermath, making you whine below him as his softening tip rubbed his cum into your raw walls.

Eventually though, Issei came back to, pushing himself back up onto his forearms to make sure you were ok. He just found you staring at his ceiling, your mind still blank and fucked out.

He brought a hand up, brushing your hair out of your face, kissing from your lips to your forehead, whispering ‘thank you’s’ and ‘you did so good for me’s’ as he gently pulled out and left to get a cloth to clean you up.

Somewhere along the process of Issei dragging the warm cloth across your skin, you remembered to feel self conscious due to the light streaming in through the bedroom window’s blinds.

Issei just tsked at your attempts to cover yourself with your hands, did you miss the last hour? He was fucking obsessed with you. You were fucking perfect to him. Fuck, not just to him, you were just perfect.

“Stop.” he grumbled, pulling your hand away from your stomach and replacing it with his own, gripping the plush of it between his fingers, groaning when you whined and jerked against him.

You just rolled your eyes, obviously it was pointless to argue with the man who’d just sucked your tits and gave you probably the strongest orgasm of your life.

“Whatever” you groaned, trying to push him away from you so you could at least retreat to the bathroom. Another plan, which he gladly spoiled as he latched onto you even tighter, abandoning the washcloth and opting to kiss across your neck, trying to distract you from the thought of leaving.

“Come on….” he whispered into your neck, pulling your body against him, groaning at the softness of it, “come take a shower with me… and then….” he reached down to your tits, tracing their outline again with his fingers.

“And then let me draw you again…”

“What am I gonna tell your brother?” you asked, hoping to kill the mood to at least be able to slip from Issei’s grasp, enough to let you leave both of the brothers’ lives without doing more damage.

But Issei just laughed, still tightening his hold on you, forcing you to stay with him in bed.

“Just tell him the truth”

“Oh yeah, and what’s that?” you said, side-eyeing Issei, watching him grin down at you with that familiar grin.

“That you’re gonna marry the better brother.”

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ququb444hm · 4 months

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pairing: aoba josai 3rd years x fem!reader

idea straight fr my notes:

- aoba josai 3rd years find out their usually soft spoken, shy manager works at hooters !

- not only that 😭 but she's the #1 employee n even has her picture n name up on the restaurant's walls

warning(s): hooters 😓 idk i thought it was funny .. this is purely crack, swearing idk

ok gn 💔 it's 5 am n i am GONE

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loko4koko · 6 months

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·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ex-husband!Matsukawa Issei x f!reader ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

>fanart_credit: Okeidohan (via_twitter)

MDNI 18+

>word_count: 6521

>contents: angst w/ a happy ending, reader on a date with an unnamed oc, alcohol mentions (minor), mattsun being a lil cocky and a lil toxic and a lot possessive, (barely there) hanamaki cameo, brief slut-shaming(ish) moment from reader’s date, fingering (f!receiving), talks of masturbation, squirting, creampie, (minor) breeding kink, multiple orgasms, (minor) overstimulation

there were few things in this life that truly, unequivocally irritated you: traffic, gross coffee, and your ex-husband were a few of the major ones that came to mind. it’d been 8 months since you officially became a “ms.“ again and not “mrs. matsukawa,” and yet the man you’d said your vows to still managed to irk your every nerve. sending you silly memes, calling to talk about his day, offhand flirty comments in your ear like you were still together. it was all so damn maddening.

it was funny, actually, how much he continued to bother you when he was the one who wanted the divorce in the first place. it devastated you, shattered you, when it happened. no one expects for their husband to come home, sit them down and tell them, “this isn’t working anymore.” you didn’t understand at first, how he could say such a thing, when everything felt perfectly fine. but he “wasn’t truly ready” for this and he was “sorry, so sorry for hurting you.” you asked if it was a cover story- if he’d really just been cheating on you and couldn’t bring himself to tell you about his mistress, but he denied the allegations through and through. it almost made it worse, then, that it wasn’t a matter of him falling for another, but just him simply not wanting to be your husband anymore. it ruined you for months, cost you sleep and so many “sick days” from work that you’d almost lost your job. but after a while, you knew you had no choice other than to accept it, move on, get yourself back together again.

moving on is what you’re trying to do right now, actually. seated in a booth at a low lit restaurant, you laugh as the man in front of you tells some story about an outraged lunatic of a client he recently had to deal with at his job. he’s pleasant- easy on the eyes, very sweet, and a real gentleman. it’s your first date with him, your fourth since the divorce, and it was going well so far. it’d been a long time since you were on the scene, only having been married to issei for just over a year, but the two of you had dated for almost 3 before he proposed. it was difficult at first, to dip your toes back into the proverbial dating pool, but you were handling it nicely. the first few men that you’d gone out with ended up not working out, obviously- all for different reasons- but this one wasn’t too bad.

he’s pouring more sake into your glass when you see something familiar out of the corner of your eye, something that makes your heart want to choose between stopping or beating straight out of your chest. you try to calm yourself, tell your brain to stop playing tricks on you and that you’re just seeing things, but then you realize that you aren’t, that you can’t lie to yourself. there’s a mess of black hair on a tall figure, one with their back towards you only briefly before they turn around and you see a face you hadn’t quite expected to see today, let alone here in the restaurant your date chose.

it’s issei, it’s your ex-husband, it’s the man who tore your poor little heart into pieces, right in front of your eyes. you’ve never been terribly religious but you are right now, silent prayers sent up that he hadn’t noticed you- hadn’t noticed that you’re here on a date.

it’d been a few weeks since you’d seen him, when he called about some mail of yours that got sent to his home- your last address. he was as vexing as he usually was, telling you that if you’d wanted it, you’d better come get it soon before it ended up in the trash, so of course you’d hopped into your car later that evening after work. it was a dirty trick, you’d realized in retrospect. issei was an ass but he wasn’t so terrible that he’d throw your stuff away. however, he was so terrible that he’d convince you to hurry to his home under a guise so that he could (attempt to) entice you in with talks of a new bottle of sake. he was shameless, well and truly shameless, but you were unmoved, denying his offer with thanks for it, for keeping your mail out of the trash as you collected the envelopes and walked right back out.

you’re trying your best- to not alarm your date, to not draw issei’s attention, to not have a goddamn brain aneurysm. your date is asking you about your own line of work and you begin to explain, a welcome distraction from the situation at hand. you spare a glance in the direction that your ex-husband was seated- not alone but with his pink-headed best friend, another man you’ve known for too many years, and you find yourself having to look immediately in the opposite direction. issei’s looking at you, they both are, albeit with different expressions on their familiar faces. hanamaki’s is a little stunned, it seems that your look in their direction confirmed to him that it is you, but the other… the man you used to be married to has a head tilted in curiosity, eyes narrowed and a smirk on his lips that you hate to see right now. fuck. fuckfuckfuck.

you give your date a small smile, excusing yourself to the restroom as you grab your purse, willing yourself to walk as normally as you can even though you want to bolt. you’re relieved to be alone in the space, fingers gripping the edge of the sink as you stare into your own eyes. “this can’t be fucking happening..” you say to yourself, but you know that’s a falsehood to keep calm. you take a moment to breathe in deep, wet a paper towel with some cool water to dab on your neck and chest.

it’d been a few minutes and you don’t want the man you’re seated with to be concerned, so you do your best to get it together quickly and make your way back out to the dining area. only you can’t do that, because as you leave the bathroom, your exit is blocked by the lanky nuisance you call your ex-husband. you’re frozen, stopped dead in your tracks at the unexpected roadblock of a man. neither of you speak, your eyes set on his face as his own roam your figure, and you almost regret wearing a dress so formfitting, so low-cut.

“hey, babe,” issei finally says, a picture of smugness and it has your eyes rolling, moving to brush past him but no, no, he won’t let you.

“i am absolutely not doing this with you right now. what are you even doing here? what do you want?” you ask, exasperation evident in your tone.

“what, i can’t even say hi now? see you’re on a date- quite the looker, too. not as much as me, though, that’s for sure.” you’re in disbelief- real, unbridled disbelief at the man before you. there’s just no way he’s serious right now! first, he rudely blocks your path, but now he’s taken to belittling your innocent date?

“you are something else, issei,” you snort, shaking your head, “you do remember that you’re the one who wanted me to sign those papers, right? not the other way around. now if you’ll excuse me, i have a date to get back to. and don’t- don’t do anything stupid.” you slip away before he can say anything else, relaxing your face so as to not raise any questions as you sit back in your seat. you apologize for the delay, reaching for the menu and asking your date what kind of meal he plans on ordering.

an uneventful bit of time passes and you’re fine again, sharing more sake and offering food from each other’s plates to try. you almost forget about the intrusion from a little while ago, keyword there being almost. every now and then you can see issei in your peripheral vision, and damn near every time, his eyes are on you. it’s hard to ignore but you’re doing it, until the last time you look and he’s much, much closer. your eyes widen and you’re subtly shaking your head at the man, but it’s too late, his mind is made up and he approaches your table with a wink that only you can see.

“oh, hey! it’s crazy seeing you here,” issei starts, and the way your name falls from his lips is far too familiar, far too cordial for your taste. “another date already? thought we’d had a good time the other night, i know i did. i mean, we practically broke my bed frame. hey pal, just a warning but this one gets crazy in bed- a real nasty girl, i’m tellin’ ya.” your date looks absolutely appalled, scandalized even, but issei..issei is fucking beaming. there’s revulsion in your date’s eyes and you’re not sure who it’s directed to, you or the bastard that intruded so tactlessly- so offensively. it’s probably both, you think- probably disgust at his learning of your supposed promiscuity, and at issei’s attempt to give him “pointers” about things you like in the bedroom. he gives you no chance to explain, muttering to himself that he should’ve known you were a slut and he’s rising from his chair despite your pleas, your denial of issei’s words. you sadly watch him walk out of the door, and that’s it. he’s gone.

you resign yourself to a literal facepalm, tossing your cloth napkin onto the table as you stare at issei in contempt. “you have some fucking nerve. are you happy now? that i’m alone? is that what you wanted?” you don’t even give him the time to formulate a response before you’re pulling money from your wallet and placing it on the table. you’re not even sure how much the bill is, but you leave more than enough in your haste to remove yourself from this situation. you sling your purse and jacket over your arm and stomp your way out of the restaurant, trying hard to avoid the gaze of nosy onlookers as a few salted streaks leave your eyes. you stand outside, plans gone horribly awry, and your despair grows as you can’t even remember where the hell you parked your car. you realize, when you hear the sound of footsteps approaching, that you’re not alone in the chilled evening air. there’s no second thought as you whip around, black of your eyeliner smudged and wrath in your wide eyes, to see your ex-husband.

“was divorcing me not enough? was leaving me, when i wanted nothing but to be with you, to-to make it work, not fucking enough? i mean, fuck, what is this really about? if you don’t want me then no one should? it feels like you’re punishing me when i did nothing to you- nothing to deserve this. all i ever did, issei, was love you, support you, show you my devotion- and this is the thanks that i get? a divorce i didn’t want and loneliness.” you laugh sardonically, and issei sighs with a shake of his head as he steps towards you. you don’t step away, don’t retract yourself from him, acceptance of what feels like defeat unmissable in your sagged shoulders.

“i didn’t know that i’d see you here tonight- didn’t know i’d see you out with somebody else. i..cant describe the feeling i’d gotten in my stomach when i saw you with him, laughing with him like you used to laugh with me, smiling at him like you used to smile at me. nausea, i guess. jealousy- no, envy, if you really want me to be honest. i envied that man in a way i’ve never felt before.” you look up at him with red-rimmed eyes, taciturn and short-tempered as you are, but you allow him to continue. out of curiosity or something else- something deeper, you don’t know.

“the divorce- the biggest mistake i’ve ever made, was never about me not wanting you. this, tonight? this was never about me not wanting you. did i go about it the wrong way? yeah, yeah i did and i’m not proud of it. that was cruel, and i’m sorry, but i’ve been trying. maybe not hard enough, maybe not in the right ways, but, shit, i’ve been trying, baby. i’ve tried with the phone calls, i’ve tried to get you to come over and stay- just for a minute, just so i can tell you how bad i know that i fucked up. you were-you are the greatest thing that ever happened to me and i was too selfish and immature- thought that if i let you go, i wouldn’t be holding you back. but i can’t pretend anymore, i can’t lie to myself and say that i don’t want you back every fucking day that i wake up. being married to you was the best time of my life by a long shot. seeing a face this beautiful everyday, getting to laugh with you, eating every meal with you, pulling you in close when you’d steal the blankets ‘cause you were cold- you were always so cold at night- i miss it all. i miss you whenever i do anything ‘cause you were always there. you’re always a part of me, even when you’re apart from me. and i don’t want you to be apart from me anymore.”

your eyes feel heavy, almost as heavy as your heart, and you swallow thickly. his own eyes look sincere- a plea in the darkness that crushes you under its weight. there’s two parts of you- one pushing, one pulling. one that wants to leave him standing here, leave him in the emptying street just like he left you. but the other part- the stronger part, the one that loves him so intensely, that made him hot tea and soup when he was sick, that ugly-cried at his vows on your wedding day, that part wants you to stay. you stare at him for a long moment, battle between love and loathing waging inside of you.

“you’re…an idiot. you know that, right?”

issei doesn’t know whether to frown or to jump for joy. you are insulting him, sure, but you’re also still actually speaking to him. he considers it a good thing. he scratches the back of his neck, nervous huffs of laughter escaping through his nose.

“yeah, i know, babe. i’m an idiot who needs you, though.” you roll your eyes, a fond smile on your face. issei’s stepping closer to you, his large hands gentle as they wrap around your waist. it’s a strange feeling, to be held by him like this. it’s one you’d felt so many times over the years and then very suddenly not at all, not until now. you miss it.

your eyes are wide, full of hope when issei leans down, lips so close to yours. “come home,” he says softly, “need you home, need you with me.” he doesn’t give you time to answer, though, because his lips are fully on yours. he kisses you so lovingly, so longingly that it steals your breath right from your lungs. one of his hands comes up to cup the side of your face and he tilts your head just how he wants you, tongue unfaltering as it prods its way between your lips. he soaks up the way you sigh into the kiss, the way your hands find shelter on his biceps, the way you’re still as teasing as you were before- teeth catching his lip as you giggle.

you pull away from the kiss first, cheek warm against issei’s palm and you blink up at him. “take me home, ‘sei.” he grins, something triumphant in his eyes as he picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder, your laughter and shouts of protest being ignored by the tall man.

it’s only a short minute before you’re in issei’s car, on your way back to issei’s home. the ride isn’t long either, but it is full of tension. issei drives with one hand on your thigh the whole time, and when he has to stop, he’s leaning over to catch your lips again. you think this is what deja vu must feel like, because it just feels so familiar to be here- in issei’s car with his fingers splayed out on your thigh, in the driveway of a place you called home for so long. he smiles at you after he puts the car in park and takes the keys from the ignition, quickly exiting so he can open your door and usher you inside the house.

there’s a hand on your lower back as you enter the house, and the nostalgia of it all hits you harder. so many times had you come home like this after a night out, issei’s greedy hands touching you anywhere he felt like touching. those nights often ended with him between your thighs, or behind you, or- you have to blink the thought away as you feel your cheeks flushing, feel issei’s gaze on you. he sinks down to his knee, dark eyes still on yours and you gasp when he takes a hold of your calf. his fingers are reverential, worshipping as they glide across your skin to wrap around your ankle. he pulls your heel off, kisses your calf, and repeats the process on the other side. when he rises back to full height, he leaves a fleeting kiss on your lips and takes your hand, guiding you to the kitchen.

there you were, glass full of sake in hand as you sit on the counter. issei isn’t far, leaned back against the counter just to the left of you, smile on his face as he rambles tipsily. you have to admit, you’re only half paying attention, more stuck on the way that he licks his lips, the way that he cuts his eye to look over at you when he thinks you don’t notice. you sip your drink, mischievous glare behind the glass as your free hand creeps to meet his on the counter. he’s startled out of his rambling, looking down to see your hand on his, and when he looks back up at you, all he can do is grin. he sits his own glass down before stepping in front of you, hands caging you in on either side of your hips. he’s so obvious, so extraordinarily lacking in subtlety, with how his eyes linger on your plump pout, on the oh-so-perfect way your tits threaten to spill out of your dress. he ogles for a moment before he locks eyes with you again, and god, he can’t believe he let someone as beautiful as you go for even a second. the way you stare at him- so enamored and forgiving and lustful, he truly thinks it could drive a man crazy.

“‘m never lettin’ you go again, baby, never gonna fuck up that bad again,” he murmurs against your lips. your eyes slip shut and his nose nudges yours when he leans in all the way, lips gliding over each others in a kiss laden with desperation and yearning. his hands move to your hips and yours are on his shoulders, the two of you in something like a competition to see who can pull the other closer. your lips are so sweet to him, your tongue much like a lollipop that he wants to suck on all day. you’ve always tasted good, every little part of you, and issei’s been without his fill for too long now. the little sighs and soft whimpers that leave your lips are icing on the metaphorical cake that is kissing you.

“lemme make it up to you, baby,” he groans in between exchanges of saliva, “can i show you how sorry i am, hm? show you how much i missed you?”

you nod, unwilling to remove your lips from issei’s when he bites at your lip like that and it’s okay because he doesn’t need you to. his hands leave your hips in favor of sliding down your thighs, stopping when he reaches the hem of your dress. you’re a smart girl, don’t even need him to tell you to plant your hands on the counter and lift your ass and thighs up a bit so he can shove your dress up and your pretty little thong down.

the kitchen counter is cool against the skin of your thighs, a stark contrast to how warm issei’s palms are as they spread your legs apart. he separates from your mouth with a smack, gossamer strings of one another’s spit keeping you connected, and rests his forehead on yours. his fingers finally find treasure between your legs, fingertips already sticky as they sweep up and down your slit. you suck in a sharp breath, eyes not leaving his while he toys with your cunt.

“this pretty pussy still gets so wet for me. did you ever think about me? when you were with those other guys? did you get wet like this for them?” he gives you no warning as he plunges his middle and index fingers inside you, eyes squeezing closed in a long blink while your jaw falls open. he sets an unwavering pace, hand on your thigh coming up to cup your chin. his stare feels like an interrogation, so confident in his ability to pick you apart in every way possible. he’d know if you lied, could see it in your eyes and feel it with the pads of his fingers buried in your oozing cunt.

“i, f-fuck, i didn’t fuck a-anyone else, ‘sei,” you whimper, “only wanted you- only get this wet f-for you.” issei groans at your words, grip on your chin so tight as he forces you into another searing kiss. his fingers don’t slow their pace, thumb coming up to press down on your clit as his tongue rolls across yours- over your teeth and lips.

“that’s my girl. i didn’t either, baby, couldn’t even think about it. just kept fucking my fist to the thought of you, how pretty you look suckin’ me off or cummin’ on my cock.” the needy moan you let out has issei straining in his pants, and shit, is he wrecked for you already. he’s obsessed- with you and the pretty faces you make, with the way you whine his name, with how you clench and throb and gush around his fingers. he’s utterly intoxicated by every little thing that you have to offer, and he drinks it up greedily.

issei knows practically everything about you, so it’s no surprise that he remembers exactly how to find it- that cushiony little place inside you that makes you cry out when he presses against it. he’s so cruel, so abusive to your g-spot, pushing his fingers deep inside you to hit that button over and over again. he knows when you’re close, too, knows how you leak and flutter around whatever he’s got inside of you.

“‘sei, please,” you whine, voice hoarse and shaky with need. your fingernails are digging into his shoulders as he looks up from where his hand disappears inside of you to meet your eye. he steals another quick and sloppy kiss from you, hammering his fingers inside of you so hard that you can’t help your gasping moans.

“please what? you wanna cum, angel? do it then, cum all over my hand- cum for me.” he brings his free hand up to snake into your hair, gripping tight at the roots in an effort to keep your mouth from leaving his. it didn’t take long for you to fall apart, thighs spasming around his wrist and pussy spasming around his fingers as you brokenly sob his name against his lips. your chest heaves, cunt still squelching and squishing as issei slows his digits to a stop while you come down from your high.

it’s issei’s turn to moan contentedly as he slides his sticky fingers into his mouth, sucking and licking every last bit of you that coats the skin. he gives you a smile when he’s finished with his meal, and you taste yourself on his lips and tongue when he slots your mouths together again.

“gonna fuck you right here, baby, right in the kitchen like we used to,” he drawls, watching as your hands move to undo his belt and fly, “couldn’t eat in here while you were gone without thinking about how many times i’d stuffed you full right on the table.” you look up from your task to grin at him, shaking your head as you finally get the zip down.

“yeah, i couldn’t make breakfast without you waking up just to bend me over,” you snort, shoving his slacks and boxers down. his cock springs free and fuck, he’s so hard. he’s long, a little girthy with a curve to the left and the tip is blushing, leaking precum as it comes to slap against his stomach.

“shouldn’t’ve been lookin’ so goddamn good every time- bein’ a sweet little wife and cooking for me, how could i not just give you my cock?” his laughing tone is cut off with a hiss, eyes falling from yours to where your hand is wrapped around him between you. your grip is so warm on his already hot skin but he couldn’t care less, not when he’s been missing your hands on him for as long as he has. your free hand comes to mirror his earlier actions, fingers digging into his chin and jaw as you cup his face. he takes a breath before his eyes open back up and when he focuses, it’s you that’s staring up at him so amorously- so covetous in your gaze on him.

“fuck me, ‘sei. show me how much you missed me.” it’s like a switch flips in issei at your words, cravings for you back in full force as he takes your hands off of him with a strong grip on your wrists. he’s got his tongue back in your mouth in an instant, so bruising and eager as it takes in your flavors. he lifts your hands up to his shoulders in silent instruction, his own coming to grip the base of his cock in one and your hip in the other. the man is so teasing even when he’s just as insatiable as you, dragging his cock head between your folds, against your clit until you breathily plead for him. he could never deny you, not like this, so he obliges and starts the breach into your sopping pussy. he’s so slow, so careful in how he stretches you open around him that you don’t even care that your head hits the cabinet when it falls back.

“fuck, i missed you, baby. missed you and this pussy. suckin’ me in like you never want me to leave, shit,” he curses, hands tight on your hips as he begins to rock in and out of you. he loves the way you shudder and keen for him already when he’s barely given you anything yet, and if he were a better person, he’d warn you about what he’s going to give you. he isn’t, however, so he doesn’t.

issei drags his lip between his teeth as he pulls out of you, leaving only the very tip of his cock in your sweltering heat before he’s driving back into you, harder this time, faster. you wail at the abrupt change in his pace, arms wrapped tightly around his neck as he sheathes himself into you on repeat. your legs are quivering around his lithe hips, panties dangling from your ankle as it bobs with the force of issei’s jackhammering thrusts into your sopping hole.

“you feel so good, baby, y’always have,” he rasps, drawing your attention back to him as you meet his gaze with lust-clouded eyes. “so stupid for me to think i could give you up, not when you’re so kind, so pretty, so fucking wet, so you.” it’s so hard to reply, so hard to do anything but moan his name as you clench your drooling cunt down on his length. he drags you to the very edge of the counter by the fat of your hips so you’re forced against his chest, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he pounds into you voraciously. his hands are rough as they slide up your thighs to grip you under the knee, keeping you spread so wide you know you’re going to feel it for at least a few days.

“couldn’t let that guy have you, baby- fuck-couldn’t let him have my wife,” his voice is husky, low in your ear when he speaks. “you belong here, at home, getting fucked dumb on my dick.” you’re trying to pay attention, really, you are; but it feels like a mission impossible to catch every word when his heavy cock lays assault on your g-spot.

“yeah, ‘m home, fuck me dumb,” you pant, nails leaving crescent shapes in the skin of issei’s neck and shoulders. it’s something you’d feel bad about if he cared- if he didn’t fuck you so full and deep and all-consuming.

the sound in the room is such a lewd combination- the slapping of skin on skin, your gasps and whines and little ‘unh unh unh’s, issei’s harsh breathing and grunts. he feels your cunt pulsing around him and he knocks into you even more crushingly than before, separating you only slightly so he can see your face.

“c’mon, baby, i can feel how close you are. lemme feel it, angel, cum on my cock,” he groans, one hand leaving its position on your leg to slip between you and rub quick, merciless circles onto your clit. you let out a long, unrestrained sob and let your head fall back again, unable to fight off the carnality of your pleasure.

“‘sei, ‘m cummingggg! fuck- i love you, love you s’ much.” your pussy is palpitating around his cock like a heart, which is entirely fitting when he’s so deep it feels like his cock is in your chest. you want to be embarrassed about how much your slick flows out of you, coating issei’s cock and the counter below you in a shiny essence, but you can’t think about it, can’t think about anything at all. your vision goes white for a moment and you’re sure that this here is what people mean when they say “rapturous.”

issei fucks you through it, keeps massaging your puffy clit with his long fingers and your hips are still jerking even after it’s over. he’s got his lips on your neck and you soon learn that he’s actually talking, when your hearing finally returns to you.

“nobody can make my wife cum like i do- know you inside and out, baby. ‘s why you belong with me, huh? belong with someone who fucks you like this,” he growls against your throat. he bites down on the sensitive flesh and you whimper, grip on him tightening as he picks you up from the back of your knees. he’s still heavy and hard inside you as he lays you onto the dining table. the way he stares down at you almost makes you want to shrink, his need to devour you and claim you so easy to spot in his features. the large hands that held you now make their way to the straps of your dress, pulling them off of your shoulders just enough that he can yank the front of your dress down. the first thing you can feel is the cold air hitting your pebbled nipples, and the second is the roughness of issei’s hands as he squeezes and tugs on the nubs, not satisfied until you pathetically whine his name.

there’s no preamble, no warning when he starts to roll his hips into yours again. he’s plowing into you so hard already that you can feel the table shaking beneath you, and you reach for him in instinct but he’s so mean, hands holding your wrists down against the table.

“want you to marry me again, baby. you gonna marry me again, right?” he questions you, eyes pinning you down with a gaze as heavy as iron. it’s a loaded question, really- you know that whether you say yes or no, he’s just going to fuck you harder. you bite your lip as his cock digs against your g-spot and decide to nod- lesser of two evils, and something you’ll think about when he isn’t kissing your womb with his fat tip.

“say it,” he groans, bending over you to nose along your throat. he maps his way up to your ear, tugging the lobe between his teeth before planting a kiss on the shell. “say it for me, baby.”

issei gives you a particularly harsh thrust- one that knocks the air out of your lungs and you sob, back arching off of the abused dining table. “‘m gonna- ah!- ‘m gonna marry you, ‘sei. wanna be your wife again,” you murmur, cock-drunk and being hurled over and over into orgasm too much for your brain to handle. issei is satisfied with it, though. he takes full height again as his heavy cock twitches inside of you and he uncurls one of his hands from yours, slipping it between you to thumb casually at your clit.

“mmh- fuck yeah, you are. yeah, you’re gonna be my wife and you’re gonna cum, right?” you hate so badly that you have to give him the satisfaction- but he’s right. you’re so close you can taste it, can feel it deep in the pit of your belly, and you need him. you nod, breathless and hazy, and he gives you a pleased little grin, circling of your clit more deliberate now. his free hand takes your leg and splays it against his chest, your ankle at his ear and he hisses as you take him so much deeper.

there’s no time to warn him before it happens, no time for words of caution because it even shocks you. the coil within you snaps, back arching as you cry so pretty for him. your hands search desperately for purchase and land on issei’s shirt, wrinkling the fabric in your fists while you sob and writhe. the flood that comes out of you is a welcome surprise to issei, who moans out an “oh, fuck” as he’s drenched in your spray of cum. everything’s so wet now, much wetter than before- so sticky when his pelvis meets your ass. he keeps driving his hips into you, keeps his rough thumb on your slippery clit and it’s all so fucking much to process.

“see, baby? nobody else can make you squirt on their fucking dick like that. you’re mine, y’were made for me. now, you’re gonna be a good girl and take my load, right?” he knows what he says might as well be rhetorical because you’re not gonna give him a true, proper answer. but he’s fine with it, as long as you keep making those pretty little noises and clenching his cock so tight like that.

issei’s close, nails digging into your thigh as he twitches inside you. his hair clings to his forehead with sweat, shirt half unbuttoned, half drenched in your juices, and he looks so debauched. and he is- has no choice but to be when it comes to you, when it comes to being inside your velvet heat that wants to wring the cum out of his cock. his breathing is picking up, little huffs of warm air hitting your leg as he ruts into you.

“f-fuck, ‘m gonna cum, baby. you still on the pill? hope not, maybe this one’ll take, huh? if not, that’s ok- i’ll just keep cumming and cumming in this tight little cunt until it does,” he grunts, head falling back and hips stuttering as he fills you with rope after rope of his hot seed. you moan with him, sensitive as you are, while he rides his orgasm out, chest heaving and thighs twitching. issei stares at you from above as he catches his breath, cock slowly softening inside of you but he doesn’t pull out yet, opting instead to drop your leg from his shoulder and back to his hip before he leans down to meld your lips with his in a tender kiss. he slips his arms underneath you, gathering you up into his hold and you gasp, startled as you’re lifted from the table.

“‘sei- what- put me down!” you whine, hissing in overstimulation at every step he takes with his semi-hard dick still inside of you. he ignores you in favor of taking you to the bedroom, dropping you on to the bed you’d once shared, except now the sheets smell only of him. you huff as you pout up at him but he just laughs, dragging his fingers up your sides.

“you didn’t think i was done with you, didya, baby? gotta show my wife just how much i missed her.” he begins to stir his hips again, somehow fully hard already, and somewhere in your mind you know that this is going to be a very, very long night.

it’s bright and warm the next day- a perfect day to move your stuff back home, issei says to you. you’re doing just that, starting simple with clearing out your closet while he does the drawers. there’s a dress in your arms that you’re about to lay out to fold when issei whistles, drawing your attention towards him. he turns to you, smirk on his face and goddamnit, you hadn’t even noticed that he went straight for your underwear drawer- but the skimpy, lavender colored g-string in his hands tells you that.

“give me those!” you scold, reaching to snatch them up but you curse him and his height as he holds them high up over your head.

“oh, absolutely not. these? these are going in my pocket so you can wear them for me tonight.” he snickers, shoving them in his pants pocket when you playfully roll your eyes and back off.

you can’t help but laugh with him, in too high of spirits to be truly annoyed with his antics, to be disgruntled with packing and moving. nothing could bother you, not now when you get to be with issei again, not when he woke you up this morning with languid kisses and whispers of how lucky he was that you wanted to be with him. starting over with him would take work, but it was work that you were both happy and willing to do for each other- for your second marriage.

>authors_note: if mattsun divorced me i would probably kms tbh 👨‍🦯 but anyways i hope u all enjoy!!

>p.s./announcement: i will be opening up for requests soon so have a look at my pinned post for more info!

>thank you for reading ♡

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tvhsleb3ww · 16 days

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A LIFETIME BLESSING — ISSEI MATSUKAWA

tw : mentions of the deceased, funeral, pda, allergic reaction

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matsukawa issei never thought he'd find the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with. he always thought he was destined to be alone and he really doesn't like to socialise with women that much.

some might say he's a nonchalant robot who doesn't care about others unless they are important to him, some might say he's a wild fuckboy who hooks up with a lot of women. but in reality— both aren't true. (or at least he thinks so)

to summarize, he doesn't think he's a loverboy at heart and no woman would make him lovestruck.

yet here he was.

it was the wee hours of the morning, around 6am or so. he can be a lot of things but an early bird is not him. bonus points, he's a heavy sleeper too. so, it'd take him a long time to wake up.

he has a busy day arriving. a newly delivered deceased had arrived at the funeral home yesterday evening and today is the day of the funeral. his boss wouldn't want him to slack off and actually arrange the funeral properly.

a ringing sound broke the tranquility of your shared bedroom. it must be your alarm. he groans lightly as his eyes started to flutter open, it's always your alarm that wakes him up with a sour mood.

he sighed and sat up on the bed, careful not to wake you up. he had one hand behind your head so you could stay rested on his chest while he deals with your phone.

before he could press the button— you had fluttered your eyes open. you brought your hands to your eyes to rub the sleepiness away. "mmh— issei?" you mumbled followed by a yawn.

he huffs as the alarm stopped ringing before joining to lie down beside you. he leaned down a little to press a kiss on your forehead. his fingers gently stroke your cheek. "m' sorry baby, didn't mean to wake you up" he murmured against your skin.

but something wasn't right. when he attached his lips onto your skin, he felt like his lips were burning. it couldn't be that he had an allergic reaction, right? that doesn't make sense. he really shouldn't have slept during biology class back in high school.

his fingers that were stroking your cheek also felt hot. then, he moved his hands to feel the rest of your skin. your whole body was burning!

he pulled away slightly to take a good look at you.

"baby, are you having a fever?" he asks gently, his eyebrows furrowed together. a small cough escapes pass your lips. that was enough proof to let him know that you are in fact— sick.

in a flash, he gently gets out of bed— making you confused. "issei?" you called out, where is he going? he walks to your side of the bed and pressed a kiss on the crown of your head.

"i'm gonna take some pills and make you breakfast, okay? just lie down and rest your pretty head" he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead.

despite his usual affection, you can't help but to let the blood rush in your cheeks. not just because of the fever.

"thank you, 'sei" you mumbled as he smiles against your skin.

the next thing he knew— he had to call his boss to let him know about his absence today. yeah, he didn't like hearing the old man's nagging first thing in the morning but on the plus side, he gets to take care of you.

and it was so worth it when he got sick the day after. now, it's your turn to take care of him!

(sorry for the disappearance, ive been busy)

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sat0-get0 · 1 year

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・❥ 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 - 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘉𝘰𝘯𝘶𝘴 ✧

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

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

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

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

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✩

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toru-oikawas-milkbread · 1 year

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The Haikyuu Characters Ask you “Why are you so Cute?” | Pt.1

Pairing: Haikyuu characters x f!reader

Notes: I am currently working on an Etsy story request and I have a couple interviews coming up, that and working on trying to get ready to move so it’s easier when it happens, I may be a bit behind for a bit. But I wanted to get this out for now! I’ll absolutely work some more on texting series when I have some spare time. For now, please enjoy this chapter ❤️

In this chapter, the characters include: Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, Makki, Kyōtani, Kunimi, Kindaichi, Akaashi, Bokuto, and Terushima!

If you want to check out my masterlist for the texting series posts as I make them, you can follow {this link} to the page!

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iwas-princess · 1 year

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issei matsukawa • cocoa butter kisses

his lips hungrily chased yours, tongues sliding against each other savoringly, hands grabbing at each other’s shirts to get a good grip on reality. getting lost in on another was a common occurrence between you and matsukawa, and at this moment, you didn’t want to.

there was still so much you had to do within this hour, but the way his fingers gripped the back of your neck was nearly enough to change your mind.

his teeth sunk into your bottom lip lightly, tugging as he pulled away just enough to disconnect your lips.

“just give in.” he mumbled before kissing you once more, tongue sliding back into your mouth without a second thought.

so you did, deciding that whatever plans you made with your friends could wait another day as you moved your tongue against his lustfully, giving him all of you finally.

he would’ve called you a good girl, but that would mean that he had to pull away from you again, and doing that was no where in his near future.

his car radio played a tyler, the creator song that you knew by heart, the seats vibrating as the bass rumbled the car with each beat as your lips and tongues moved with one another.

issei’s fingers traveled down your neck, tickling the sensitive skin underneath them as they moved to your collarbone and rested there. your brows furrowed in confusion before he began tracing the shape of it softly, as if to savor every part of you. his other— the one that gently held a the hem of your shirt— hand moved to your waist, caressing the area mindlessly, fingers digging into your clothed flesh softly.

as the song ended and moved onto another, the rhythm of the vibration changed, shocking you both at the sudden chaotic bass.

he pulled away, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips at your surprised gasp.

you both open your eyes, noses touching affectionately as you stared into each other’s eyes.

“that took a bit of a unexpected turn.”

you agreed by smiling gently, craving the feeling of his taste once more as you looked down and noticed how swollen and spit covered both of your lips were.

he look delicious as always, his hair disheveled and lips glossing with your saliva as the street lights hit his face.

his car was parked in a empty parking lot of a local hangout spot; a clearing atop of an old hill that looked out on the city, also a common makeout spot. it was cheesy of him to bring you here— you knew that, but it was also so hot that he wanted your lips tonight just as badly as you longed for his own.

“wanna continue, beautiful?” he asked sincerely, a gentle tone in his voice hinting that he would’ve been understanding if you declined.

you took a shaky breath at his raspy voice, having not spoken many words in an hour caused his throat to sound achy. your lashes tickled his cheeks as you blinked slowly, mind foggy with utter, pure want.

“of course.”

#issei 🌷#issei matsukawa #issei matsukawa fluff #issei matsukawa x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader fluff

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vs-redemption · 1 year

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I head canon these boys are totally help you make brownies for at 2am. I mean you get up because you’re craving brownies… but since they can’t stay asleep without you they eventually get up to see what you’re up to.

Osamu, Atsumu, Mattsun(these 3 will be sleepy flirty get you all flustered and rile up)

Soft Sunday Headcanons: Night Time Snack Gang

with: Osaumu, Atsumu, Mattsun

I feel like Osamu would be the first one getting up to go after you. He already knows what you're up to and he happily offers to take over. He'll make the brownies for you and you can watch. He'd be extra too, making you some hot tea or something to go with the brownies.

Atsumu might be the one to suggest getting up to make some brownies first. It's like you two read each other's minds. Every time it's just a coin toss to see which of you suggests sneaking down into the kitchen first. There's lots of giggling and smiles while you two cater to your sweet tooth.

Mattsun is pulled out of a dead sleep by the sweet smell of chocolate. At first he thinks you're crazy and teases you a bit. But when you offer him one of the hot gooey brownies right out of the oven, suddenly he's a lot more supportive.

#Soft Sunday #Obitobrigade💖#best moot squad #Atsumu Miya headcanons #Osamu Miya headcanons #Issei Matsukawa headcanons #Atsumu Miya x reader #Osamu Miya x reader #Issei Matsukawa x Reader #Haikyuu headcanons #Haikyuu x reader

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sixosix · 2 years

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Hii❤️❤️ if you’re taking requests, may I ask for a drabble (angst ofc) where the rest of seijoh 4 convince yn to break up with iwa bc his ex who they think is his soulmate is back in town? They look like they can be mean 🥹🥹

( ! ) angst w iwa :(, hurt/comfort, fluff w the three <3

( & ) also idk if u meant ‘mean’ by iwa’s ex or the boys so i did neither bc i didnt want to write yanderes 💀

𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐔

his finger slips under your chin, raising it enough for you to instinctively meet his eyes. “hey,” he murmurs.

“not now, t’ru,” you sniffle, tipping your chin away from his grasp. you probably look ugly right now, nose stuffy and eyes aching, but tooru doesn’t even question it.

“i know,” he sighs, “sorry. i heard what happened.”

ah, so that explains everything.

usually, tooru isn’t ever this gentle. he dives in face-first and doesn’t look twice. he breaks, but he mends himself back together again stronger than before—you wish you could be like him right now.

“you’re okay,” he coos into your ear. “you’re good. it’s not your fault. i’m sorry it had to happen this way.” he keeps going—too soft for even you to understand sometimes.

you chuckle, a wet and pitiful sound. “isn’t—isn’t haji— iwaizumi your best friend?”

tooru, observant as ever, lifts a brow at your switch of name. “between you and him, who do you think would need someone the most? i may be loyal, but i’m not an ignorant asshole, y/n-chan~!” he sings, smiling.

“screw them,” tooru exclaims, resting his forehead against yours, “you have me from now on, alright?”

you wonder if he means it in more ways than one.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐈

at the sound of footsteps, you scramble to grab your belongings and wipe away the tears on your stricken face.

but issei is faster. he catches your wrist and peers down at you with his usual face—save for the curious glint that sparks in his eye.

“we were only joking around when we said they were like soulmates,” issei states rather bluntly, faltering only slightly when your lip wavers at his admission.

“it still,” you sniffle, “still hurts. seeing them like that. thought i was— thought i was good enough.”

“you are,” issei says, and his earnestness almost catches you off guard. “iwaizumi’s ex is… a lot, you know. nothing like you.”

“is that a good thing when i got broken up with?” you laugh bitterly, warmth seeping from where he’s still holding you.

“if you think they’re meant to be, then wouldn’t you also be meant to be with the right guy this time?” issei quirks an eyebrow, a little playful. it’s always a glimpse of something when it comes to him.

“so you’re saying i should just—”

“let him go, y/n.”

for a guy that holds an expression as expressive as a blank paper, his presence is rather comforting right now.

“i’m glad you’re here, issei,” you mumble, and he pats your head. usually, you’d swat his hand away and stick your tongue out, but you can’t help but close your eyes and smile at the touch.

“anything for you,” issei whispers, and it turns into him running his fingers through your hair.

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎

“break up with him.”

you scrunch your nose, “takahiro—”

“i’m gonna be honest, y/n, i really don’t give a fuck about what excuse you’ll have for them,” he says, and though his face is carefully drawn away from any telling emotion, his words are like acid to the ears.

“i still… love hajime, i can’t just ignore that,” you tell him, frowning in confusion at the hostility so rare in takahiro’s voice boiling over.

“if you’d want to put up with someone’s ex who said that ‘you can’t compare’ just to be with him, that’s not love,” takahiro says, gently knocking his knuckles on your arm. “at least, not from iwaizumi, who didn’t do anything.”

you can’t help but grimace, nearly falling over from exhaustion. but takahiro catches you and lets you rest your head on his shoulder.

“it’s hard.”

takahiro sighs, “if you don’t break up with him, i will.”

you snort, a sound that surprises the both of you, “t-that’s not how it works, makki.”

you never called him that before, usually reserved for oikawa. but you must be a little too out of it to catch your slip.

“is this you trying to say ‘i’ll be here to help you’ in makki language?” you ask. it’s supposed to be a joke to make him laugh, too, but you’re too drained to let it hit.

his warmth is a blessing in the chilling air that’s been hanging heavy since you and iwaizumi fought. you lean closer and he lets you.

you two sit there, on the floor of the gymnasium, but neither of you pull away for even a second of hesitation.

his eyes soften impossibly. “looks like you already know the answer.”

𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄

“do you believe in soulmates?”

hajime’s face sours—whether it’s from guilt or contemplation, you wouldn’t know. he seemed like a completely person yesterday when they walked in the room and demanded his attention without a word.

but it’s not his fault. fate does not lie. red threads do not deceive the truth—just like you and iwa.

“i do,” he says, slowly, “but they’re not always right—”

“i don’t,” you say, eyes hazy and faraway, as if you can’t even hear him right now. “because i thought it was us.”

hajime’s fists tremble, the only betrayal to his strangely still composure. “it doesn’t mean anything,” he grits through a pinched expression as if he’s hurting himself as he says it.

“you may be breaking my heart right now, but that doesn’t mean you should also do it to them, iwaizumi,” you say, and he falters.

“i really did believe it, y/n,” iwaizumi says, but it’s hard to tell if it’s answer to your question or whatever was between the two of you.

but that doesn’t matter.

( & ) SORRY if this has mistakes i literally wrote this in one sitting. or well, lying. i’m still on my bed (^з^)-☆ reblogs and comments r soso helpful if u like these <3

#606:HQ #606:SJH #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #tooru oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #hajime iwaizumi x reader #hanamaki takahiro x reader #takahiro hanamaki x reader #matsukawa issei x reader #issei matsukawa x reader #haikyuu angst

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cnnmairoll · 11 months

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Butterfly Bonds

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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em1e · 9 months

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planetary (GO!)

‘ let’s ruin everything, blast it to the back row. ‘

⠀ |⠀ seijoh 4 [ makki/mattsun/oikawa/iwaizumi ] ⠀ |⠀ 1.5 k ⠀ |⠀ cw. angst ! explosions !! makki is so bad with plans who put him in charge !!! mentions of INJURIES !! ⠀ |⠀ danger days m.list

you bump shoulders with makki, a frown on your face at his suggestion.

“what?” he laughs despite the disapproving stare, “i don’t think it’s so stupid! just think how easy it would be – we grab some masks and uniforms off some dead draculoid’s, slip ‘em on, sneak in and grab some supplies, and dip before anyone notices we were there.”

mattsun clicks his tongue, leaning against the table the blueprints of the draculoid’s base sits, taking in how it’s considerably smaller than normal ones the five of you raid. “if anything, it should be easier,” he adds after a moment, “since it’s not as big.”

but you, ever the voice of reason when iwaizumi isn’t around, still shake your head, “it’s different than us just sneaking in though,” the frown still hasn’t left your face, arms now crossing over your chest, “we’d be pretending to be one of them, and we don’t know their protocol or routines or–”

“you’re overthinking it.” oikawa groans, head hitting the table. you suppose his aggravation is reasonable, considering the fact that your group hasn’t had a proper meal that consisted of anything more than a few crackers and some sliced jerky, but still it leaves your eyes narrowing at him, “like makki said, we’d be in and out before they'll know we were there.”

you open your mouth to argue, maybe about how none of you have even had the chance to collect the stupid draculoid’s outfits and that could take days that you know none of you will survive without the much needed sustenance, when someone pushes open the door of the rundown bar you’ve decided to make your base for the past week.

makki and mattsun raise their guns in defense, only to take in who exactly has walked in, before sighing and placing them back on the table.

iwaizumi’s brows raise in question from the tension in the room, a jug of freshly filtered water in one hand, a tattered bag in the other. tufts of black poke out from the top, your eyes squinting in an attempt to take it in.

“don’t tell me you agree with this stupid plan.” you turn your body to fully face iwaizumi as he approaches to set both the bag and the jug down, careful to not cover the blueprints.

you ignore makki’s small pout at you calling his plan stupid, “i think it holds some merit,” he argues, “and this base is the closest to ours. not to mention smaller,” your glare shifts from iwaizumi to mattsun, who mumbles a small ‘see?’ as iwaizumi continues, “and we need the food. we’re not gonna make running on fumes.”

“but we–”

“if you’re so concerned,” oikawa sits up properly, looking bored to still be having this conversation, “then stay here. we can grab whatever and be out before the days over.”

the frown returns to your face at the idea of not helping, despite your reservations. how are they so unconcerned with the unknown? surely, there’s a shop or something nearby you guys haven’t checked, something with a little more food so you can think rationally about this–

“hey,” you blink, pulled out of your spiraling thoughts at the hand placed gently on your shoulder. mattsun smiles softly at you, squeezing, “don’t worry ‘bout it. we’ll handle this and eat good tonight.”

you look away, fingers clutched in the hem of your shirt before you sigh heavily, “i’ll go.” you settle. more hands means more supplies, you shouldn’t be the reason there’s a lack of food.

makki grins wide at this, clapping, “perfect, everyone’s on board! we can make a game out of it, see who can grab the most stuff.”

the tension remains in your shoulders despite the reassuring squeeze mattsun offers again, before he’s moving to sift through the bag of masks and outfits, distributing them to everyone as he sees fit.

“where’d you get these from, anyways?” you grimace at the mask as you turn it over in your hands, running your fingers over the leather.

“kunimi made them,” iwaizumi shrugs, “gave him a real one as a reference and he said these were ready a few days ago.”

another frown makes its way on your face at the implication that they’d been planning this for longer than they’d let on; your opinion on whether it was a good idea or not being no real concern since it was something they were going to do regardless of your thoughts.

the five of you slip on the outfits, the masks soon following, and head towards where chaos would surely ensue.

and it’s chaos. just not the chaos you expected.

you run into iwaizumi as he’s grabbing the last bit of his supplies, nodding his head at you as a sign of being a friend. you nod back, falling in step with him, ready to exit the base. it was far easier than you expected, and maybe you were worrying for nothing.

then there’s a loud explosion, iwaizumi cursing and pulling you towards him in an attempt to protect you from any debris that scatters to your right, before another two explosions follow.

“those idiots.” he mumbles, reaching into his supply bag. you follow the movement as he drags you away from the base, bringing out a small device and pressing the button at the center.

a final explosion follows, heat blowing against your back as it sparks from where the two of you had just been standing, and it takes everything in you to not rip yourself away from him until you’re back in the safety of the bar.

you’re panting, supply bag falling off your shoulder and you shove iwaizumi away when he moves to grab it from you.

“what the hell was that?”

the bag falls to the ground in time with his brow rising, opening his mouth only to shut it just as quick when the bar’s doors swing open with makki and mattsun walking through.

mattsun presses a hand to his side with makki seeming to hold up most of his weight, both of their bags dropping to the floor beside your own. mattsun still holds the same device iwaizumi had, with the button down as if to show it was now inactive.

“you guys lied to me!” you step away when iwaizumi tries to place a hand on your shoulder to calm you down, “you guys are unbelievable–”

mattsun groans, leaving makki to guide him to one of the few decent chairs to sit, lifting up his shirt to show the blistering skin of his side.

“can we talk about this in a second and help him?” makki almost snaps, turning his head to glare from your lack of concern. you take in mattsun’s injury with wide eyes, all heat leaving your body at the sight before rummaging through your supply bag, pulling out gauze and bandages and what you think is alcohol from the smell, but the label has been rubbed away.

“where’s oikawa?” you ask once crouched in front of the male, gentle fingers cleaning around the wound despite the way he hisses through clenched teeth.

“and what the hell happened?” iwaizumi glowers, dragging the remaining two bags towards the center of the base to go through them.

there’s a pause where makki and mattsun share a look, the silence leaving your own hands to stop their ministrations of wrapping mattsun’s torso to look between them.

“my bomb just started ticking,” mattsun explains, “i didn’t click the fucking button. i threw it, but it didn’t go far enough.” he grimaces as you finish with the bandages.

“i thought that was the signal, so i did mine after,” makki kicks an empty bottle away from his foot. it clatters to the other side of the room, bouncing off the wall, “i saw oikawa for a second before that. he was grabbing something from the base still.”

“he was still inside?” iwaizumi presses, standing straight.

“i don’t know,” makki clarifies, “i’m just sayin’ before mattsun’s bomb went off, he was there.”

“unbelievable,” you whisper, “you guys are fucking unbelievable.”

“(y/n)–” mattsun reaches for you, wincing when you shove his hand away with a wobbling lip.

“no. don’t (y/n) me. i didn’t like this stupid plan in the first place, and you guys lied to me about it–”

“we didn’t lie,” your eyes snap to makki, narrowed despite the tears that threaten to fall from your lashes, “we just didn’t tell you the whole plan.”

“it’s exactly the same,” you argue weakly, “and now oikawa might be dead because of it, or turned into a draculoid, or captured, or–”

a low whistle breaks you from your ramblings, every head turning at the sound.

oikawa leans against the door of the bar, arms crossed over his chest with a smirk on his lips. “didn’t know you cared ‘bout me so much.”

a small, ”i don’t.” falls from your lips with no real hostility, visibly relaxing at the sight of him.

his smirk morphs to a smile, tossing his bag to iwaizumi across the room, who catches it with ease.

“don’t worry so much about everything,” he chastises, “we’re gonna be just fine.”

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bleach-your-panties · 6 months

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TAKE YOU DOWN》》

👙what: no nut november

👙when: i wont set a deadline for these fics, because i'm sure I have enough discipline to finish three fics before the month is over😭

👙who: kisuke urahara, issei matsukawa, and suguru geto

👙why: just puttin' a lil spin on the classic no nut november theme

👙where: right here on @bleach-your-panties

👙posts under tag #👙💜can't wait no more

👙banner made by me on pic collage

👙dividers: @/firefly-graphics

👙: all characters of adult age.

warnings: mdni. 18+. explicit sexual content.

💜🅞🅥🅔🅡🅣🅘🅜🅔 - i.matsukawa x fem reader

"𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒋𝒆𝒓𝒌, 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒅

𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒅, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅"

◇issei has been working a lot in preparation for a big funeral - which gives him less time than he'd like with you.

w: rough sex, degradation, mean dom!matsukawa

•𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆

○also part of @/suyacho's nnn

💜🅝🅤🅣 🅐🅝🅓 🅖🅞 🅣🅞 🅢🅛🅔🅔🅟 - k.urahara x fem reader

"𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏

𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌

𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐

𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐, 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒉"

◇lately the sex between you and kisuke has been a little lacking. he overhears you talking to matsumoto about your troubles and knows that he can't keep leaving his precious wife unsatisfied...

w: married couple, domestic smut and fluff, sex troubles

●𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆

💜🅦🅗🅞🅢🅔 🅘🅢 🅘🅣? - suguru geto x fem reader

"𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒊𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒂 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐.

𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒖.

𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏' 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕, 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏' 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒖𝒅𝒆"

◇you and suguru have never been more than best-friends-with-benefits, but what happens when you stop giving him attention in order to get close to another guy?

w: jealous sex, degradation, dirty talk, messy sex, fwb》lovers, college au,

●𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆

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tenjiiku · 2 years

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kickass

dear, issei matsukawa

the boy’s eyebrows furrow as he reads the words etched onto the crumpled piece of paper that fell out of his locker moments ago.

if you’re reading this, good. i hope u know this is a threat. don’t mistake this for a love confession. because it isn’t. only in ur dreams!!!

running a hand through his brunette coloured locks, he smiles a little at the sheer amount of sass laced in the small confines of this piece of paper. shutting his locker, he adjusts the strap of his one-strap backpack (which the sender of the letter made sure to add that they absolutely abhorred it with every fibre of their 5 foot something body), and he leans against the metal to read the rest.

i would very much like to punch ur face. but i’m strapped for time.

his eyes narrow and he stops reading. looks away from the paper — left and right — then looks back.

his smile only grows larger.

i will be waiting for u on the rooftop after practice on april 22nd where there will be no witnesses. because i don't want to go to jail. i have dreams after high school after all—

“dude, you okay?” takahiro approaches him with a water bottle. issei gladly takes it, a weird glint now present behind his eyes — one which he only carried during a match. he looks like a man possessed. it disturbs his strawberry-haired accomplice.

the boy takes a look at his friend, he looks down at the note, repeats that notion two more times, then laughs.

“some girl wants to fight me.”

—but for now, one of them involves ruining ur stupid little face! with my fist!!

“oh shit,” his equally stupid counterpart retorts with widened eyes and an intrigued tone, “is she hot?”

both of the boys — dismissing the fact that one of them was threatened with physical assault — laugh at one another, staring at the writing on the lined piece of paper instead.

“i dunno.” issei blinks, flicking the cap of the water bottle off with his thumb after he had twisted it. he takes a swig, returning takahiro’s cheshire smile with one of his own.

“guess i’ll have to find out.”

signed, your greatest nightmare.

the sky is tangerine when he steps outside. issei has not been up here a lot. he takes a deep breath in and out. he should come here more often.

“you’re six minutes late,” a voice pierces the silence, “practice ends at 4:30pm, 5:00 the latest.”

a girl with a face painted with scorn steps into view. issei has to physically hold back a laugh. he shadows her. she seems to notice, as her glare only seems to enhance when her once lightened face is put out.

“are you my greatest nightmare?”

the girl, despite the circumstances, is as relentless as a bull and as hostile-looking as a stray cat. she crosses her arms across her (in issei’s opinion) impressive chest. he tries to erase that thought from his mind. that was rude and kind of creepy of him.

“hell yeah i am.”

issei blinks. the sky’s reddish pink now. much like the girl’s eyes. was he seeing things? possibly.

“uh,” he plays with the collar of his shirt and she looks like she wants to bite him, “okay, alright.”

he scratches his neck, confused. his greatest nightmare in question holds back a smile at his concern. “can i ask why, uh, you wanna do this? you were sorta cryptic in your letter. also, aren't you in calculus one with me?”

the young girl’s mouth forms an ‘o’ but he doesn’t even give her the chance to answer.

“like, i get it if you hate me—,” he brings his other hand, five fingers wide in her face, eyes amplified and an almost sad sense of compassion painted on his features, “i totally do! i understand!”

“wha—”

“honestly, you know what, don’t even tell me.”

bending down, he turns his head to the side, exposing his cheek (and his sharp fuckin jawline). he looks at the girl through his peripheral vision, “go ahead.”

her visceral reaction is to express disturbance. she jumps away — both with perplexity and discomfiture.

“wha—what the fuck is wrong with you?!”

her eyes narrow in on his clear skin.

“are you—are you trying to make me feel guilty?! huh?!”

issei tucks his hands into his pockets, tilting his head to the side with pure, real bewilderment. “no, no, seriously go ‘head.”

her mouth opens and closes, like a fish out of water. her fists unwind and wind back up again, like a malfunctioning robot. ah, maybe he teased her a bit too much.

“are you done?” he asks, calmly.

the sky and her become one colour — and she pushes past him, slamming the rooftop door on her way out. “fuh—fuck you, i’m in food and nutrition!”

issei laughs to himself all the way home.

the next time he meets her is on april 25th, a monday.

it was during the aforementioned food and nutrition class. she was smart, planning her attack on a friday so that the weekend would come between then and now.

unfortunately, her plan backfired.

“hey, what’s wrong with your hands?”

and to add salt to the wound they were put in a group to bake sugar cookies. their other partners busied themselves with preparing the icing, so issei had her all to himself. he planned to use both of their times wisely.

“hives,” her grip on the wooden spoon tightens, as she smiles through her teeth, “no-good-reason hives.”

his eyes widened in surprise, narrowing in on the red welts lining her skin. issei had assumed they were bug bites at first.

“they’re not contagious — the cookies won’t be contaminated,” she answers his question before he even gets the chance to ask it, “the doctor said they are caused by stress though.”

their eyes meet for the first time since the rooftop incident — the message is delivered crystal clear. issei takes a moment to fully appreciate it before leaning one elbow on the counter, levelling down to her height.

she really looked as though she wanted to slap him at that moment. issei had a way with women.

“you know,” he starts, “i still don’t know why you hate me so much.”

her whisking grows more intense. issei takes a step back as flour is lightly thrown onto his apron. he brushes it off with a chuckle, slightly cracking his neck. every movement he makes only seems to annoy the girl further. he continues:

“like, ‘sides the type of backpack i own and how i’m built like a number two pencil,” he recalls the contents of the letter with a pressed grin, “i don't get what i’ve done to get this rep.”

it seems his efforts are in vain — as the girl silently picks up the large mixing bowl. he flinches at the sudden action, prepared to get a heap of flour, baking soda and salt poured over his head.

he closes his eyes but only feels something shoved in his chest. opening them, he sees that she has just passed him it instead of beating him with it.

“shut up and stir the dry ingredients.” she murmurs, eyes to the side and brows furrowed.

“yes ma’am.” he obediently, politely answers. keeping it short and simple. maybe she wouldn’t be offended by this?

wrong. her scowl only grows. she turns around preparing the wet ingredients. he stands beside her, keeping to himself, not bothering her with his many questions or idle chatter.

a moment passes. then another. the tension keeps increasing — until it doesn’t.

“how— how’d you just realise we share food n’ nutrition together?!”

“—so now she’s mad at me ‘cause i didn’t know she was in the same class!”

it is the next day and it is lunch time. issei has his favourite, hamburg steak. the bento box kept it warm, his mother filled his generously. but he is unsettled.

“that’s sort of an asshole move, man,” takahiro, next to him, mumbles through a mouth full of his mother’s gyoza. hajime passes him a napkin.

“oh, come on! like you know everyone in your classes!”

“uh, i do.”

issei glares at his friend who pays him no mind. he leans against his chair, looking out the window. tooru and hajime argue amongst themselves, picking delicacies out of each other’s lunch boxes.

“whatever! s’not like i…. didn’t know who she was. i knew she existed! just got the class wrong, shit.”

he lets his head fall back. takahiro takes a helping of his hamburger steak with his chopsticks. he does not even care.

tooru burps, hajime glowers at his gross behaviour, before letting his attention fall on his friend in distress.

“the way i see it, mattsun,” he hiccups, “she’s been tryin’ to get your attention for so long and you’ve never given her the time of day!”

issei lifts his head. tooru sends him a Tooru Oikawa smile and he rolls his eyes, slapping takahiro’s hand away from his lunch. clearly not getting any comfort from his presumed friends, he channels his worry to his stomach and takes a bite of hamburger steak. it’d always have his back.

“i think she likes you!”

he chokes. hajime pats his back, takahiro passes him his water bottle. he’s getting déjà vu. is he losing his mind?

“bull—shit.” he wheezes through pants, slightly sweaty at the whole ordeal.

“i’m serious!” the brown-haired boy insists, legs under his desk stretching, hitting issei’s feet.

“don’t you think so, iwa-chan?”

issei looks at his most level headed friend with hope. surely, he’d give a reasonable verdict.

“he’s got a point…”

issei gapes. “are you guys serious?!”

his eyes are wide, and he looks back and forth between takahiro, hajime and tooru. they all look at him like he’s the oblivious one. what the hell.

“did we just forget she threatened to assault me last week?!” issei reminds, elbows on his desk and his grip on his chopsticks tightening.

he was not really mad about it. just wanted to play devils advocate and give himself a reasonable explanation, since, clearly, his friends were insane.

“she didn’t go through with it, though…” takahiro murmurs, looking at hajime who nods. he pales.

looking towards tooru — his last hope, which was already a terrible, terrible sign — the light behind his eyes is weak. the brown-haired boy smiles, forming an L shape with his thumb and index finger which he places underneath his chain, and winks.

“i think it’s kinda cute!”

kill him.

“you think she’s dead?” sana whispers.

“dunno, it’s been 20 minutes.” kirari answers, not lifting her gaze from her smartphone.

“should we call an ambulance?”

both girls turn to one another. one, stuffing rice in their mouth. the other, sipping on 2% milk. they shrug and continue with their antics while you lay in front of them on your back, staring up at the ceiling with a blank expression.

“this is it,” you finally say your first sentence since lunch break began, “i have to transfer schools.”

suddenly shooting up, you stand in front of your friends who lean against the wall. the hallway of the maths department was always empty at seijoh; a perfect area to express one’s concerns.

and you were about to lose your mind.

“don’tcha think you’re bein’ a little bit over dramatic?” sana inquires, giggling at the end of her sentence as she watches you trot back and forth.

“no. no i am not.”

kirari rolls her eyes. you bite your bottom lip, dramatically staring out the window on your left.

“i—i can’t show my face,” you surmise, hands burying themselves in your hair like some sort of paranoid person, “he’s— he’s out to get me, i know it.”

“i still don’t know why you dislike—“ you glare at kirari, she sighs, fixing her sentence midway, “hate matsu—“

you fall to your knees, pushing your index finger to her lips. her straw is still in her mouth and her phone almost falls out of her hands. she widens her eyes at your irrationally anxious face. sana chuckles again.

“don’t say his name! he could be listening!”

kirari glares at you, opening her mouth. before she can bite you you already move your hand away. she finishes off her milk, snorting when she recalls what you’d just uttered, placing the empty carton next to the space between her and sana.

“pssh, what is he, god?” she rolls her eyes, looking towards her other currently stable accomplice for a reaction.

“maybe!”

your response only silences both of them. you look back and forth between them, awaiting their next retort that you can argue against. you debated a lot when you got worried. and you were very worried. your plan of punching matsukawa in the face had backfired. he’d caught you completely off-guard, even with all the extra precautions and practise you’d put into the plan! it should have never ended up like this! you just wanted to smack him, graduate, and forget all about his 6ft, bushy browed, toned body and comical personality!

but sana and kirari’s replies only make you want to kill yourself more than you already do.

“y/n-chan, you’re so cute!”

“wish i had someone who talked about me like that…”

“shut up!!!”

it’d been months since the incident. the calm before the storm.

they are paired up for their final food and nutrition assignment — bake one dish using all of the food groups and form a comprehensive brochure detailing its caloric and nutritional content.

they sit next to each other. one, pale. the other, gone deaf.

issei had been trying to get through to you — for the assignment.

he was really doing well in food and nutrition and didn’t want to completely bomb the final assignment which would make up majority of his grade.

so, he let bygones be bygones. really, he wasn’t even upset at you or anything. he felt like he was the one who’d done something wrong — because every time he’d even think about approaching you, you’d run for the hills.

did he smell bad?

anyways. he’d asked around and found out two of your very close friends. it…, wouldn’t be considered weird if he’d approached them, he thinks. it’s for the project. and you did not give him much leeway.

he was desperate.

“hey! hey wait up!” he hollers after he spots the two girls whose descriptions he’d gotten from acquaintances in class.

the school bell for dismissal time had rang. they were near the shoe lockers. it was monday. no volleyball practice. which was perfect.

sana is the first to hear him. she turns around, looking through the hoard of students. it doesn’t take long to spot issei however, as he practically towers over the entire third year student body. her eyes widen, and she loudly shuts her locker close. kirari who leans against the other lockers, is on her phone. when sana yanks her sleeve and tugs her towards issei she’s clearly caught off guard.

“hi!” she exclaims, smiles and all.

issei looks between the two. the students slowly dwindle away. he forces an uncomfortable chuckle as kirari stares at him, unperturbed. he scratches the back of his neck.

“i’m—,”

“we know who you are,” sana interrupts, putting out a hand for him to shake, “it’s a pleasure to run into you, matsukawa-kun.”

“oh, oh okay, great, heh..” issei grabs her hand, giving it a firm shake. he looks in between the two. fuck he should’ve gotten their names. now he really did look like the asshole.

“kirari,” the cool headed girl thankfully doesn’t seem to take offence. neither does her bubbly companion.

“sana!”

“ah, hi, kirari-san, sana-san.” he stutters, noticing he’s still holding onto sana’s hand, to which he quickly lets go of, “i— i’ve seen you guys around y/n, and, well…,”

he drifts off, hoping they’d catch his sentence. sana smiles — and she looks like something akin to a sly fox. issei gulps as the girls share a look.

“oh, y/n-chan! hehe, why, of course!”

kirari looks up at him. a weird glint behind her eyes. issei makes a silent prayer.

“come with us.”

“—and this was y/n totally wasted at kirari’s birthday last year! she’s s’much fun when you give her a drink!”

“heh, oh, wow.”

issei had spent the past half an hour standing between two very gossipy girls. but, it was kind of fun. sana kept him entertained by oversharing her friendship with the girl who was currently the bane of his existence. (or, maybe not existence. that was a bit too much.) kirari had added in her inputs every now and then, but mostly just reacted at sana’s outrageous claims.

but, it was nice. he thinks you have some pretty good friends.

“—sana-chan! kirari—“

at the sound of the voice all three patrons were currently discussing about — they all fell silent. issei thinks about making a break for it but she turns the corner and it is too late.

the smile on your face falls. you blink, eyes instantly landing on the tall frame of the boy you had been avoiding the past couple of days — standing between your precious friends. they wave at you, a teasing smile on their faces.

“hi,” issei mutters, waving his hand awkwardly.

“what…. what is—“ your mouth falls open and close. it reminds issei of the day you first met.

suddenly, sana’s phone blares with a voice all too familiar to yourself. it resembles your own. or, rather, it’s exactly your own after downing a couple of mojitos you’d made at kirari’s place.

issei looks at you with a sense of pity behind his eyes and your cheeks light up. face painting with scorn, you raise your fist in defeat.

“i—i hate you guys!”

you really did not. but you cannot be weak in front of the adversary. running the direction you came in, your heart pounds with such humiliation it consumes your lungs.

now issei had successfully wooed your friends. he’d gotten your troops to rebel against you and what’s more — he pitied you for it. you puff your chest despite your discomfiture.

this meant war.

the next food and nutrition class is quiet. but not the typical quiet that issei was used to. there was an almost visible tension between the two of you. he sits across from you, on the other side of your desk.

he’d moved there when sensei had announced that the pairs should get together to work on their project. you hadn’t made any initiative to come to him, so he came to you. but no matter how hard he stares at you, your gaze remains downcast towards whatever the hell you’re writing.

he bites the inside of his cheek. his older sister said that some girls get really silent when something is bothering them. he gets that. sometimes he does that too.

he’d narrowed down the possibilities of you being upset to two:

you simply did not enjoy being around him, wanted to punch him, etc.

you were upset that your friends had shown him a… vulnerable side of you to your sworn enemy.

taking both rationales into consideration, issei sighs, before forcing a smile onto his face.

“you know, i’m kinda a lightweight myself.”

he murmurs, resting his cheek in the palm of his hand. the other mindlessly scribbles something in his notebook. did he just use a marvel reference in real life? god, he was so cringe.

he dares to look at you, and you dare look at him back. like a deer caught in the headlights. you both widen your eyes simultaneously.

when he sees your lips twitch and a grin form on your face — be it out of embarrassment or whatever — he feels a heat burn in his chest. but as soon as they came — both the burning and the smile — it went.

“just,” you mutter, brows furrowing, “let’s focus on the project, yeah?”

issei snaps out of his trance, chuckling a little and a genuine, small grin slowly morphing itself on his features. “yeah, uh.., ok.”

silence descends upon the two of you. it is normal. the two of you have not much to share. but issei thinks, maybe, because you seem to be in a happy mood, he has the chance to get in your good graces.

“you… look nice when you smile.”

he curses himself when he utters those words. was that not creepy of him? it sounded better in his head. but, you really did. then again, all you’d shown him were the occasional glares or nothing at all. so he was really making do with morsels.

he feels a gaze fall on him. he looks up once more, and notices your flushed face.

“i—“ you furrow your brow, “…shut up.”

your pencil strokes grow more agitated, and issei smiles like a cat. he focuses on his notes, too, encompassing your shorter legs between his longer ones.

he asked for your phone number — for the project.

you gave it to him — for the project.

you text him first. it is right after practice. his shirt was off and he was rummaging through his gym bag when his phone buzzed with a notification.

looking behind him, issei watches as kyoutani and yahaba fight over a towel. takahiro was occupied with chugging water right after his shower, and tooru and hajime were playing candy crush on the latter’s phone.

he looks at his own and notices you have sent him a message. he looks back and forth, left and right, before unlocking his phone.

>> (04:19) [img.034 attached]

>> (04:20) we could make smthn like this

a screenshot of an omurice recipe takes over his screen. his eyes gravitate to the upper portion of your search bar. you were using your cellular data, and your battery seemed to be full.

reading the recipe — he notices it does indeed include ingredients from all of the necessary food groups. he rubs his neck with the towel resting around his shoulders, and sends a text of his own with one hand.

>> (05:32) slay

>> (05:32) that looks yummy 😋

thinking of killing himself for messaging you the way he does to takahiro, issei rubs his temples with his hand. shoving his phone in his bag he pulls out a fresh shirt and puts it on.

shutting his locker close, he holds his bag to his chest. humiliated beyond belief.

another buzz. another text. taking his phone out to meet his fate, he notices you have indeed responded. swallowing a lump of spit that’d formed in his mouth, he swipes to unlock his phone.

>> (05:34) [img.045 attached]

his eyes widen — like the protagonist carrie in the movie carrie he’d watched last night — as he observes the cristiano ronaldo gif you’d sent him. a meme. unlike carrie he wasn’t feeling homicidal. he looks up from his phone to notice only the 2nd years have left. he looks back down when he realises takahiro and company are not watching him.

he gives your image — cristiano — a ‘haha’, goes out to buy profiteroles with his friends and rides the bus home.

he smiles when he thinks about you during dinner.

the next day, of course, your text conversation is the first topic to be addressed between the two of you. when sensei tells partners to get together to work on the assignment — you walk up to him, he walks up to you.

“hi,” he is the first to speak.

you open your mouth, close it, then open it again “..hi.”

you can feel him staring at your hands so you hide them behind your back. he can tell that you’ve hid them because of him and looks up, almost towards the ceiling but not quite.

he starts, “about the—,”

you cut him off midway, both hands up, almost as though in surrender.

“it, was funny,” you blurted out, unthinking, “you’re really funny.”

he makes a sound that’s between a choke and a laugh. you huff a little at the noise. your eyes meet. one, two, three seconds pass. you smile at one another for the first time that day without looking away.

you sit in your bed on your knees, hugging the rilakkuma plushie sana had bought you many months ago on a whim. your phone sits on your pillow, a metre away. you stare at it — contemplating — scratching your left hand with your right.

you breathe in, and lunge for your device.

>> (06:24) brw

the wind is knocked out of your chest when you realise you spelt your abbreviation wrong. and issei had already read it! what the hell!

realising there was no going back, you make a measly attempt of recouping.

>> (06:25) btw**

>> (06:25) u decided what ur gonna do after school yet or nah

you reread your text message 5 times. your heart pounds and you think about setting your hair on fire when you do not a receive a response—

>> (06:27) ye

your phone dings, and you spring up, looking at your device once more.

>> (06:27) prolly gonna major in mortuary science

raising an eyebrow, you relax, resting your elbows in your rilakkuma plushy’s round body. you wonder where he’s sitting right now. wonder what he’s doing. did he just have dinner or does his family have it a little late?

you only manage to type one phrase.

>> (06:27) damn

>> (06:27) ur gonna b playing around w dead ppl

you smack your face with your phone, dramatically falling onto your back. raising your device high, high above your head by stretching out your arms, you watch as the three dots, signifying him typing, come and go.

>> (06:28) lmfaoo

>> (06:28) sorta 😎

you giggle. then you wrinkle your eyebrows at your reaction. you punch rilakkuma in the face.

>> (06:29) my dad owns a funeral home, so, kinda just following in his footsteps 🚶‍♂️

your eyes widen a little at this admission. entertaining the enemy to extract personal information was never part of the plan. but issei was really interesting. and you were a very nosy girl.

>> (06:29) being a mortiscian sounds like a depressing job

you admit. he corrects your spelling shortly after.

>> (06:29) mortician *

>> (06:30) whatever 🙄

>> (06:31) i thought that too

whatever issei was currently typing next must be long, because two minutes had passed — and yet no response. getting bored and growing forgetful, you close imessage and start playing a shitty ad-filled tetris mobile game you watched issei play during class. he had tilted his phone to give you ample viewing, and told you the name after class was over.

a notification banner pops up. you lose the game and read his full response.

>> (06:34) but, u know, helping a deceased one’s family and friends and giving them a well send off is something that takes a lot and i think it’s really beautiful

issei was really, really interesting, you surmise. you only want to punch him in the face even more than you already do.

>> (06:35) …trye

>> (06:35) true**

>> (06:35) now i sound like an household

>> (06:35) asshole**

>> (06:35) tf

your cheeks feel hot. another notification lights them on fire.

>> (06:36) 😭

arguing amongst teenagers is like pigs wrestling amongst themselves in a mud sty. sooner or later the observer figures out that they're enjoying it. kids forget easily, and issei was no exception to this saying.

he rests his head on his arm, which is laid across half of the table. you sit across from him, pencil crayons surrounding your work area which he invades. you’re colouring their brochure — issei had done the research and you were putting it all together. you got permission from your teacher to leave the classroom.

working with you was easy. a melodious 50/50. no icing, but the softest of cakes. issei really liked it that way. he stares at you, head leaning diagonally. his hand’s only a couple centimetres away from the sleeve of your uniform.

if he was not thinking any better, he’d say you were warming up to him.

“the other day you asked me what i was gonna do after graduation,” he interrupts the silent library quiet, you don’t look at him, you’re relaxed, “well, i told you mine. what ‘bout you?”

“ah,” you smile cheekily, staring down at the paper you colour. issei’s eyebrows raise, “i dunno.”

setting your carnation pink coloured crayon down, you stare at him — eye to eye — no intimidation, no worry. issei’s chest pounds.

“i think i’m gonna take a gap year, save a little money, you know.” you admit, resting your head in the palm of your right hand.

he sits up, suddenly growing very self-conscious around your welcoming personality.

“for real?”

“not everyone’s a hundred percent sure like you are, matsukawa-sama,” you jest, grinning directly at him.

issei breaks eye contact first. he doesn’t know where to put his hands. they’re in his lap. that should be fine for now, right?

“i… don’t wanna make any haste decisions.”

your concession surprises him. he looks at you again. you look serious, maybe even a little upset. he always regarded you as someone so well put together. at least more together than himself. but he was a lot like you. in a way.

you add on, “i also don’t wanna end up in thousands of yen in debt.”

that elicits a laugh from him. a light fills his chest. he can almost feel it explode and flow into the dimly lit library the two of you sit in. like a small bubble encompassing only you and him.

“you’re really smart, you know.” he cannot help but compliment you, laying his arm across the table once more. resting his face on it again.

you tense a little at his sentence. he can see you look down. he leans his head so far down until his chin hits the desk.

“what’s that?” his face is below yours now, smiling and bright, “did i just make the y/n smile?”

“shut upppp.” you push his face away with your hand that barely covers his forehead. he laughs.

lifting the brochure, you cough, holding it wide open and next to your face for him to see, “kay, how’s this?”

“pretty.” he says, not looking at the brochure, “really pretty.”

you can sense that he was anxious about something. his frame was hunched, sitting next to you. the sight would be very comical if you were a third party viewer. but you threw yourself on the playing field and he wasn’t making any signs of leaving. so surely you wouldn’t admit defeat and bail before him.

it was never supposed to be like this. but now he was riding the public bus home with you.

“we—, the volleyball match for semi-finals is next week,” he whispers.

the library was busy this week. the two of you were practising your presentation — how you’d discuss your assignment to sensei. you didn’t get much done. you knew there was something on his mind.

“you know—if, you, or, you know, like, you and sana-san and kirari-san aren’t busy,” you turn your face towards him the same time he does. his voice slows down, “you…guys, should come.”

he’s scratching the back of his neck. you’re supposed to say no.

“i—,” what the hell are you saying, “sure, i— i’ll ask… them.”

he smiles, relieved. he was not joking you think, and you pale at the thought.

“cool,” no, no this was not part of the plan.

“cool.” no it is not cool — this was not cool — it was the opposite of cool. turning your sight to the upcoming stop you sigh out of relief when you realise it’s yours.

you stand up. “this… is where i get off.”

do not make eye contact. do not make eye contact. do not make eye contact. do not make eye contact.

“oh— okay, see you.., later?”

you make eye contact. he’s smiling at you. his mouth is stretching so much. you gulp. you feel like puking.

“yeah, yeah, for sure.” the bus heaves, you start walking away, still looking at him over your shoulder. and he’s looking at you. the person in front of you shoves you a little. he looks away for a moment to glare at them. you hurry your footing.

“bye— bye.” you add in, once more. you need to stop.

“bye,” he mumbles just loud enough for you to hear.

he’s watching you from the window when you exit. it is windy and lightly raining. a sun ray beams from out of nowhere, lighting his features. you turn around, smoothing the behind of your pants.

your heart pounds against your chest, you whisper ‘bye’ to yourself as you walk on the sidewalk, 7, 8, 9, 10 times in different tones of voice.

he was blushing, you recall.

why the hell was he blushing?

the next week, seijoh had lost. but you did enjoy seeing matsukawa sweaty and desperate.

sana and kirari say something about oikawa being incredibly delicious looking on the court, even though he’d fallen on his ass setting his last ball to iwaizumi. but you weren’t really paying attention to him before that.

you leave them without saying anything — but you are certain that both of them know you would not leave with them. waiting near the doors of the gymnasium is awkward. especially as hoards of students, parents and other guests leave. they occasionally stare at you — probably thinking you’re someone lame just loitering around.

but you look down. waiting only for one person.

you don’t know how much time had passed. but as you finally hear nothing at all, you know he’s about to come.

the gymnasium’s door opens for the umpteenth time that day. you put your hands in the pocket of you sweater. the sound of sneakers approach you. you look up, and see him.

“hey,” he says, towel around his neck, still wearing his uniform, “uh, sorry you had to, ah, see that.”

you cough, standing up straight and lifting your back from the wall. adjusting your skirt, you put down your hoodie.

“what’re you talking about? you all played really, really well.” and you meant that genuinely.

issei makes a face between a smile and a grimace. you cannot help the grin that forms enough

“ah, well,” he trails off, looking down the empty school hallway, “not well enough.”

you raise your eyebrows. you thought they played really well. but, it was a sad occasion you suppose. the 3rd years wouldn’t be able to play again — at least for their seijoh’s team — after this. you sigh.

“you gave it your all,” you daringly place a shaky hand on his arm, “i just hope oikawa-san didn’t break his leg going for that set, though.”

issei laughs a little at your remark. you’re glad. flowers bloom in your chest at the first positive sounding noise to leave his mouth.

“he’ll bounce back,” he looks back at you, voice hushed, only directed towards you, “he always does.”

he says it with so much sincerity it makes your heart quake. you look away to a random corner. just say it, just say it — “you— you were especially, really.., great.” — you said it!

looking back up at him, his face is flushed, despite the fact that you know he had just cooled down. was it because of you? the prospect makes your stomach flutter.

“thanks — thank, thank you.” he manages to stutter.

an awkward silence falls. the telltale sounds of tooru serving the ball, and it hitting the floor with a resounding ‘thump’, followed by takahiro’s loud complaints is all that is heard. you feel a little out of place.

“so—…”

“i, should get going.”

you both pause in your sentences, looking at each other, waiting. it seems as though he pleads first, as he complies with your statement.

“oh, uh, yeah—,”

“no— no, uh, were you gonna say something?”

“huh— uh, no— nah,” he shakes both his hands in front of your face, dismissively, “i should get going too. coach’s probably…”

when you sense now is not the time, you comply as well. which was very out of character for you. but it was for him — you suppose.

“yeah, uh,” you escape from in front of him, walking backwards as he turns his frame to watch you leave, “bye— bye!”

he smiles, “bye..”

you nod, bowing, for some reason. you want to die. but not in front of him. so you turn away, running, letting the heat in your chest simmer.

now you are lying in his room. only a couple of months have passed since you embarked in this idiosyncratic affair with your number one combatant. but they do say to keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.

“graduation’s in a couple months,” you throw your foot over his leg. what a load of bullshit that saying was, “i just, was wondering…”

he lowers his arms, his hands holding a psp, high enough to display his gameplay to both yourself and him. you chew on the red bean rice bun his mother gave you as a snack.

“yes?”

you heave a sigh, swallowing the sweet dessert whole, licking your fingers. you can feel him stare. you stop.

“you have a ride to the ceremony?” you ask.

his hold on his gaming console falters. it would be quite funny if he dropped it on your face, you reckon. you deserve that much.

“uh, yeah— yeah,” he mumbles, “my, uh, parents are gonna drop me off, and, uh, attend…, too.”

you jut out your bottom lip, nodding your head. “ah, …nice.”

putting his play station down, he rolls over onto his side. his left hand bent at the shoulder, holding his head, and his right hand laid over his side, holding his psp. his bicep flexes — and your eyes dart to the area. dumb idiot was just showing off.

he stares at you. for a while. you look up at the ceiling, wondering how you got here. wondering why it feels good. truthfully you know the answer. you like him. you like him a lot. and maybe he likes you, too. he did show you his one piece figurines the other day and cried with you while watching the jungle book (1967). you don’t think most boys would do that without someone they — at the most — tolerated.

“was there anything else?” his voice is close.

you turn your head over, hair sprawling itself over his sheets, looking him in the eye. maybe he liked you. but you were a bit afraid.

you shake your head. his eyes widen, then rest.

“oh— okay.”

he resumes his game, although he becomes more sloppy with his play style. you think it’s because of you. you really hope it’s because of you.

the graduation ceremony came with much fanfare. it was a bit boring, though. issei had to wake up extra early to iron his clothes and walk the dog. he was becoming an adult man but that didn’t mean he was exempt from chores, his mother told him.

whatever the hell that meant.

he received his diploma, shook the principal’s hand, another teacher’s hand, then another teacher’s hand, his parents made a big commotion taking pictures, and he sat back down.

he’d watched you receive yours as well. but you did not make eye contact with him. that bummed him out a little.

but the ceremony was now complete. surrounded by his friends and finally being able to talk freely without the weight of being told to be quiet is exciting. but his eyes travel everywhere around the hall, looking for one person.

his phone buzzes with a notification. and another. and another. and then another.

>> (5:00) issei

>> (5:00) pls.

>> (5:00) meet me outside near the gymnasium exit

>> (5:01) it’s an emergency

he never told takahiro, hajime, and tooru farewell so quickly. he’d never ran so quickly. you took a lot of his firsts.

finally, he spots you. standing. unmoving. he breathes a sigh of relief, crouching down in front of you and placing his hands on his knees.

“you know, you have a knack of calling me to the weirdest meeting places—”

“i—, i really like you.”

that shuts him really quickly. he feels like he’s in a fever dream. it is quite hot out and his graduation cap and gown are not making this any easier.

“i can’t look at you please shut up.” you mumble, nimbly, even though he was not speaking.

“uh, okay..” he obeys, standing up straight.

“shut up— don’t.., just,” he can see you somewhat kneel over, as though you were feeling lightheaded, “i can’t talk properly when i’m looking at you.”

“i… think you’re really, cool. and i like that. i, wanna know more about you.”

his heart hammers like the wings of a dragonfly. the sound of cicadas serve as background noise. he feels fuzzy.

he walks up to you, in a daze, and he can only engulf you in his arms. “i really like you too,” he utters, breathless, “i like you a lot.”

“a lot?”

“a lot.”

his arms tighten around your frame. he can feel you shiver a little and it only makes his cheeks burn even more. turning you around — and you, strangely, letting him — he cups your face in his hand. he is dreaming. he must be.

“can i kiss you?”

“no. no i’ll die.”

he laughs. perhaps he isn’t.

“you’re really dramatic, you know,” he brushes your cheekbone with his thumb, “i… like that about you.”

“please,” he leans in close, he wants to be the only thing on your mind, he’s so happy he can die, too, he thinks, “can i please kiss you?”

“..okay.”

he kisses the girl who wrote him a letter 4 months prior, behind the gymnasium doors, after graduation. it is mundane — the context is odd — but it makes his mind soar.

you walk, hand-in-hand, back to your people.

“is this not stockholm syndrome?” takahiro murmurs. “they both seem to be happy.” hajime shrugs. “mattsun, i’m so proud!” tooru cheers, earning him a knee to his leg.

he lets you go for a moment — but his eyes still remain on you. you’re laughing with kirari and sana. he doesn’t mind the teasing. he’s enjoying himself a lot.

you look at him mid-conversation and smile, blushing. he smiles, blushing back.

they finished food and nutrition with flying colours.

#matsukawa x fem reader #issei matsukawa x reader #matsukawa x reader #writing

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oksullen · 2 years

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thinking about being in a poly relationship with

matsukawa and hanamaki

should probably write headcanons soon!!

gonna post a lot more today

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sat0-get0 · 1 year

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・❥ 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬 - 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✩

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