#mastukawa issei

[okkotsui]

matsukawa issei ⇄ drunk moments

sypnosis : there is something about matsukawa when he is drunk and you can say that he is a different person when drunk when he is with the love of his life.

warnings / tags : gender–neutral!reader, mentions of alcohol, drunk mattsun, fluff, crack.

author’s notes : i don’t see enough mattsun fics and they are really rare like a gem so i created one.

matsukawa issei likes to drink with his friends— not every day but rather occasionally but since it is occasionally, you would always be with him whenever he’s out drinking with his friends and things never change from the first time he brought you up until now.

this occasion— not an occasion but rather a rare occurrence that the former seijoh team with oikawa as their team captain finally gathered because of their busy schedule syncing altogether.

they decided to go to a bar but of course, you cannot let your boyfriend go to an open area where a bunch of people reside— he would be dead. thankfully, you all known each other since high school so it won’t be awkward. he can be flirty when he is drunk whenever he wants to nonetheless, it is you that he is flirting with.

it’s been a few hours since you arrived with oikawa, hanamaki, mattsun, and iwaizumi. the rest of the team cannot join as they are tight in schedule and they already promised that this get-together will be ongoing as of today.

mattsun was already drunk and during this time, he would flirt with you. he would be the drunk one that completely forgets about his surroundings or names who he is with. maybe his vision is just blurry.

out of nowhere, he looked at you, checking you out like when the two of you just met years ago during highschool.

“hey there pretty, do you have a boyfriend? how about i take you out?” he smirked for some rizz and decided to tease him.

“i’m so sorry, i already have a fiancee” you showed him the diamond ring that he had given you when he proposed months ago. his thick eyebrows furrowed in both disappointment and weirdness.

of course, he turned to hanamaki as if he was a child to complain about what he just interacted with.

“they already have a fiancee ‘maki, what the fuck?” out of nowhere, he began to cry to his shoulders, your eyes softening, giggling at his action. it was always like this when he is drunk and with you.

he sobbed like a child, as well as wailed then threw tantrums which the rest of the boys just watched in amusement as oikawa is taking a video of him.

“they’re so pretty, i’m gonna cry even more.” he sniffled, eyes still wet from his cries earlier and you cannot help to feel butterflies in your stomach every time he says you look so good.

“i wanna be their husband, not that ugly ass fiancee of them,” he added, making your head thrown back, laughing at his words, he just still cannot comprehend it whilst drunk.

that won’t stop him from clinging to you until you both went home, it was the time to go home, waving goodbye to the half sobber boys and surely they would go home safely, patting your back to keep safe with your heavily drunk future husband.

on your way home, he’s not sobber still, and that's how he started questioning everything.

“how do you know where i live? won’t your—” he hiccuped, “fiancee look for you?” his head still hung down as you managed to open the door and bring him to your shared bedroom.

“well, my fiancee is a good man, he can understand my situation at the moment, don’t worry about it.” you took your time changing him, it was easy as he simply follows your instructions and he just lets you, assuming he had a chance on you as his drunk thoughts are still in his head that you are a stranger.

“that would be all, sleep well.” you kissed his forehead, and his cheeks flushed from being drunk or either from your kiss.

you proceeded to go to bed, sleeping beside him who is just sleeping peacefully. thank goodness that he didn’t throw up, perhaps he will when he wakes up.

and to your shock when you both woke up, scrolling through tiktok, your fiancee was trending with you as you discovered oikawa posted it.

“i did it again, didn’t i?” he groaned, his head throbbing while he was leaning on the table, referring to his drunk actions every time.

“mhm, ‘t was adorable though” you kissed his cheek, and he just rolled his eyes playfully.

he cannot call oikawa on what he did though, he just needs to collect his thoughts after being heavily drunk from alcohol yesterday evening.

[prick-love-for-arting]

Once again working through the ins and outs of the quick style

[seijorhi]

Beg, Borrow & Steal

Mattsun & Oikawa Soulmate Commission for a lovely nonnie <33 Oikawa Tooru x female reader, Matsukawa Issei x female reader w.c 6.7k tw: noncon, smut, nsfw, forced infidelity, general yandere themes

The first time it happens, it’s a miracle. The world flips and colour – the glistening ocean lapping at your heels, the bright blue sky, the green of your best friend’s two piece – bursts across your vision, stealing your breath away.

Twenty yards down the shore, similarly moonstruck, your soulmate gapes back at you – at least until the next wave comes, knocking into him and sweeping him right off his feet.

The second time ‘round, it feels more like a hurricane. 

In the space of a heartbeat, the life you’ve lovingly built brick by brick is ripped apart, right down to its very foundations.

—

“They’re gonna love you, will you please stop worrying?” he laughs, and you can’t help the warmth that floods your cheeks. 

“I know it’s stupid. I know, but–”

Smiling – perfect, beautiful – Tooru pulls you into his arms. Takes a moment to admire your face. “Iwa already thinks you’re too good for me, Makki and Mattsun’ll like you just fine.”

He’s joking about the first part.

You’d been introduced to Tooru’s best and oldest friend only a few months after meeting, and had been pleasantly surprised at how well you’d gotten along with his ex-teammate. There’s no reason for your stomach to be fluttering the way that it is. You’re Tooru’s soulmate, you love him with everything you have. Whether or not they like you as a person, surely they’ll be able to appreciate that much. 

You don’t need them to love you or anything so dramatic, you just don’t want them to hate you. 

Initially, the plan was for the three of them – Iwaizumi, Hanamaki and Matsukawa – to meet you both at the airport, after over a full day’s worth of travelling, though, you managed to beg a nap and a long, hot shower from your boyfriend first.

Instead, the plan is now to meet them downtown for drinks, followed by dinner at some semi-famous hole in the wall ramen joint that Iwa and Makki, both having found a home in the bustling city, apparently swear by. Low key, casual, easy.

“Have I told you how amazing you look tonight?” Slowly, his gaze dips, surveying the little red number you’ve chosen for the night. A grin that’s not entirely innocent teases at his lips. “I love that dress on you.”

Oh, you’re well aware. 

Tooru was the one to buy it for you. Truthfully, you’ve always thought that the drab hue washes you out, yet whenever you wear it you’re rewarded with that slack jawed, smouldering expression that never fails to make your knees just a little weak.

It’s one hell of a confidence booster.

“Huh, I had no idea,” you cheekily reply, stretching up on your toes to press a kiss to his lips with a grin of your own. 

Rolling his eyes, he huffs a half hearted “Tease,” when you part, but laces his fingers back through yours all the same. Squeezes your hand reassuringly. “You know, it used to be an old tradition of ours. Ramen, I mean,” he elaborates at your confused expression. “I don’t even remember who started it, but whenever we lost a game, we’d go out for ramen and eat and eat and eat until we were ready to burst.”

He chuckles fondly at the memory, and it seems an odd thing to you. 

Then again, Tooru’s always had somewhat of an interesting relationship with defeat, that he’d continue to enjoy a food inextricably linked to that probably shouldn’t come as a surprise. 

“What about when you won?”

“Milk bread.” He says it with such solemnity that it takes you a second to realise he’s joking. You giggle, and Tooru’s thumb sweeps along the back of your palm, a pleased twinkle dancing in ash eyes. 

Lapsing into conversation over old volleyball habits and traditions, the two of you arrive at the bar in no time at all. Iwa’s settled into a booth up the back, another man, one you recognise from pictures of Tooru’s high school days, making his way over to the table with a bottle of sake and glasses in hand. 

“Ahh, the famous soulmate,” he grins, setting them down as the two of you make your way over. “This idiot doesn’t shut up about you. I’m Hanamaki– Makki, though, since we’re friends.” He winks and you can’t help but laugh in response, ignoring the indignant cry from Tooru. 

“It’s great to finally meet you guys.”

“Mattsun’s just–”

Over Makki’s shoulder, you spy him. Tall, dark haired and handsome, there’s no mistaking it. He’s busy shoving his keys and wallet into the pocket of his jeans when he looks over. Catches your eye.

And just like that day on the beach in Argentina, colour explodes. 

New and vibrant, so bright that it blinds, steals the breath right from your lungs. Hues you never knew existed – reds and pinks and yellows. Browns. Mixing in a vivid symphony that burns across your vision like a meteor.

Your dress and the TV screen playing behind the bar, the colour of Matsukawa’s shirt. 

This time there’s no pleasant, warm tingling feeling, there’s no giddy delight. You already have a soulmate, this has already happened once, it’s not supposed to happen again–

You can’t tear your eyes away from him. Can’t hear the shocked ‘holy fuck’ that falls from his lips over the roaring in your ears. 

You feel it, though. The body that stiffens beside yours. The sharp intake of breath that cuts like a guillotine.

It seems a cruel twist of fate that the first time you see your soulmate’s face in colour – true colour, eyes not the grey tint you’ve come to adore but lovely and deep and swimming in pain – he’s looking back at you as if you’ve ripped his still beating heart out of his chest and squeezed the life right out of it.

He blinks, and there’s nothing.

“Tooru–”

Shaking off Iwa’s hand, ignoring the broken syllables of his name as they fall from your lips, he walks out.

You don’t think, lurching to chase after him.  

Mattsun–

No. You can’t worry about him right now. 

Ducking and weaving your way through the crowded bar, you don’t realise that Matsukawa’s followed you until you burst out into the cool, autumn air and his voice cuts through the night.

“Hey just– just wait a sec, would you?”

His grip is iron as it closes around your wrist, softening – but not loosening – when you finally stop for him. His mouth opens. Close. Wide eyes searching yours. 

On the other side of the street, Tooru’s already climbing into a cab.

“I– I can’t, I’m sorry,” you say, shaking your head. “I have to go.”

And he doesn’t fight it when you pull yourself free.

—

The lights are off when you get back to the hotel room. Tooru’s out on the balcony, staring blankly out over the twinkling city lights. He doesn’t so much as blink when you slide the door open to come out to join him. Doesn’t move as you press yourself against his back, arms encircling his waist.

“I didn’t know,” you mumble, “I didn’t realise it wasn’t… everything. You have to know that.”

He tenses beneath you, and you lay your cheek against his shoulder, listening to the steady beat of his heart. 

“I don’t care about any of it. I love you. You’re my soulmate.”

He’s silent for a long time. 

“… But it’s not enough, right? I’m not enough. Otherwise–” he breaks off with a humourless laugh and it guts you. “Otherwise you wouldn’t need another soulmate.”

Pulling him closer, you don’t fight the tears that spill from your lashes, dampening the back of his shirt. “I don’t want him, I don’t want anyone but you.”

—

You wake to the sound of voices, the door to the bedroom closed over. Tooru’s side of the bed is still warm, the sheets rumpled. Pausing only long enough to quickly throw on a robe, you open the door to carefully peer out. 

The scene that you’re greeted with isn’t the one you’re expecting, although all things considered perhaps it should’ve been. Tooru, still in his pyjamas, arms folded across his chest and scowling, Matsukawa standing opposite, glaring right back, looking every bit as exhausted as you feel. 

“She’s my soulmate, too. You can’t bury your head in the sand and pretend it didn’t happen, Oikawa. It’s a shitty fucking situation but it did!” He exhales heavily, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. When he continues, his voice is quieter. A touch calmer. “Look, I’m not trying to steal her away from you, I’m asking for some time.”

You can see Tooru mulling over the request, the unhappy set of his jaw. Deep down, you recognise that what Matsukawa’s asking for isn’t unreasonable, and if the situations were reversed, you’d be pleading for the same.

So would Tooru – whether he’d admit it or not. 

But things aren’t that simple. They can’t be, not when you’ve already given everything to Tooru, built a life with him, planned your future with him. 

You never counted on another soulmate. You’re only ever supposed to have one.

(What kind of person does that make you, to not be satisfied with that?)

Rather than let Tooru speak for you – or maybe because you can’t bear the thought of what he might say in your stead – you decide to use that moment to make yourself known. Both heads snap towards you the second the door creaks open, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife.

Neither speaks, though, as you walk to Tooru’s side, slip under the arm he offers. 

And god, the weight of your relief at that simple gesture nearly brings you to your knees. 

Meeting Matsukawa’s steady gaze, you swallow uncomfortably. “You’re right,” you tell him softly, hating yourself even as you speak the words that damn you both. “This isn’t a situation any of us want to be in. I’m sorry, really I am, but…”

“But you’re with him,” he finishes for you. 

Not angry or bitter, no, the inflection of his voice gives little insight into his true feelings on the matter. His expression, on the other hand – you recognise that look, it’s one you’ve seen countless times shining in Tooru’s eyes; a steadfast resolution.

A refusal to back down. 

“Okay, fine. You guys are together, I don’t care. I’m not here trying to get in the way of that.” His eyes flicker to Tooru’s, “You’re only in Tokyo for a few more days, right? Give me today, or– fuck, just give me a few hours. ”

If he were anyone else, you think, there’s no way Tooru would’ve let him through the door. Then again, if he were anyone else, this situation wouldn’t be what it is. 

He matters to Tooru, and so you can’t just shove him aside and pretend he doesn’t exist. Because you can’t shove him aside, you’ll inevitably end up hurting him – over and over and over again. You won’t ever be able to give him what he wants.

To be what he wants.

That’s all you’re supposed to get; one soulmate. One happily ever after. 

You sigh, “… I don’t–”

“All I’m asking for is a few hours before you disappear back to Argentina – as friends, that’s it.” He grins; a strained attempt to lighten the tension in the room. “You owe it to yourself, don’t you think?”

“As… friends,” you echo, a small crinkle appearing between your brows.

He nods. “Friends. If you’re sticking with this asshole, we’re gonna be in each other’s lives one way or another, right? Why make it awkward?”

At your side, Tooru remains unnaturally stiff. Silent. Frowning as he stares (would you go so far as to call it a glare?) not at you, but at Matsukawa.

Friend or not, you realise that he wants you to say no to him. 

This isn’t his decision to make, though, and so with a deep breath, you nod, forcing yourself to smile. 

“Okay, fine. As friends.”

—

“I love you,” you remind Tooru, raising yourself up on your toes to kiss him. 

His arms encircle your waist as they often do, a familiar smile teasing at his lips, “I know.”

It’s a shame then, that it doesn’t reach those lovely brown eyes of his. 

—

“So you never so much as suspected–?”

“No,” you reply. “It probably should’ve clicked, I guess; all the colours I thought were so dull and boring. Things that back then looked the same shade that shouldn't've, but I thought that was normal. I thought everyone saw the world like that.” You shrug haplessly, “And I was happy, so why would I think I was missing something?”

Perhaps it’s not the kindest thing to admit that out loud to Matsukawa. He had been the one to ask, though.

The two of you are settled on the couch in Hanamaki’s living room – his temporary residence while he’s staying in Tokyo – Tooru off being distracted by Makki and Iwa. 

To Matsukawa’s credit, he’s trying. No amount of awkwardly skirting the conversation can distract from the giant elephant in the room, though, and it’s hard on you both.

Because it isn’t difficult being with him. 

He’s funny, yes and undeniably handsome – maybe not in the way Tooru is, with his pretty features and big, brown eyes, but attractive all the same. The moment you relaxed and stopped worrying about what to say and how you were supposed to act around your not-soulmate soulmate, everything fell into place. It became easy to talk with him. To laugh and giggle at the stupid jokes.

Like breathing.

“Missing something, huh?” he grins, waggling his eyebrows, and you roll your eyes with a huff.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

Yet the grin remains. “Sure, ‘course I do.” Then, changing tracks before you can retort, he asks, “You hungry?”

You can pretend that you haven’t noticed the sky outside’s no longer pink and golden, sunset long since having come and gone. A few hours, that’s it, you’d promised Tooru, I’ll be back before dinner. 

Your fingers curl into the hem of your skirt, twisting.

“Actually, I should probably–”

Before you can rise, Matsukawa’s hand falls on your thigh, stopping you. “C’mon, stay. We’ll get takeout – there’s a pretty good dumpling place just down the road.” And, as if he knows full well exactly where your hesitation lies, he adds, “You’re already here, what’s the harm in another hour or two?”

You sigh, “Matsukawa–”

“He gets you for the rest of your lives, you can’t give me one dinner?” he interrupts.

His tone doesn’t betray any bitterness, still, the words hit you like a slap in the face, cold and biting.

He’s not lying. 

In a few days' time, you’ll board the flight home to Argentina with Tooru, and you know in your heart of hearts that it’s unlikely he’ll ever bring you back, not now.

… And yet a part of you wants to be here. The part that glows when you’re around him, the part of you that beats and lives and breathes solely for Matsukawa Issei. 

You can’t live a life split between two soulmates.

“Don’t pretend you don’t wanna stay,” he continues, watching your expression closely. “And stop with the Matsukawa bullshit.”

You arch a brow. Really, that’s what he’s concerned with right now? “You’d rather I call you Mattsun?”

Matsukawa chuckles, shaking his head. 

His hand still resting on your thigh, you hadn’t realised how close he was. Is. You can count every eyelash if the desire struck, your breath mingling with his in the few inches that separate you from him. 

You should push him away, you think distantly, but you don’t. 

“Nah,” his voice is deep; a soft, commanding rumble that sends heat flushing to your face, your heart trilling like a hummingbird’s. ”I want you to call me Issei.” 

Mouth suddenly dry, you manage to stutter out a breathy “O-okay,” much to his amusement.

It softens, though, shifts into an expression more contemplative as the seconds tick by and neither of you move. 

“… Stay,” he repeats. Gentler this time. 

He’s not just talking about dinner. 

“The dumplings are that good, huh?” 

Rather than take the weak rejection for what it is, Issei merely shrugs, settling back into the couch – finally putting some much needed space between you, “Company’s better.”

And he’s telling the truth – at least insofar as dinner’s concerned. 

An hour later finds you knocking his chopsticks out of the way to steal the last perfect, delicious pork gyoza for yourself, “Snooze ya lose,” you laugh between bites. 

“Greedy.”

You grin wider. “For dumplings? Absolutely.”

Tooru would’ve pouted, jokingly accusing you of loving food more than you loved him. 

Issei, on the other hand, snorts.

“Yeah, well I can work with greedy,” and then there’s a warm, calloused palm cupping your cheek and he’s kissing you.

For a split second – a heartbeat – you lose yourself in it. The way his mouth moves against yours, the roughness of fingertips grazing your skin, his tongue in your mouth – the taste of him. 

Issei kisses you like salvation itself lies between your lips, and for a split second (no more than a heartbeat) you kiss him back.

And then realisation sets in – ice dousing your system, shocking you back to reality. You break away with a gasp, physically shoving him back.

“What the hell are you doing?” you hiss. 

There’s a flicker of something dangerously close to hurt in his eyes, but it’s gone in the blink of an eye. “I would’ve thought that was pretty obvious,��� he drawls back. 

“I told you I’m with Tooru! This,” you gesture between the two of you, “can’t happen. I told you that!”

The muscle in his jaw clenches. “So what? ‘Cause he’s the one to find you first, he gets to keep you all to himself, and fuck everybody else?”

“You’re making it sound like this is something we chose!” you snap. “I committed to Tooru, we have a life together. I live on another continent for god’s sake! I thought you understood that…”

That’s what you’d both agreed; friends, nothing more. You couldn’t ever be anything more. 

The silence between you is heavy. Uncomfortable. Eventually, Mattsun sighs, running a hand through his messy hair. 

“That’s how it is, then; he gets you for the rest of your lives and I get left with nothing?” 

The comment doesn’t sit well with you – you’re not some prize that either one of them gets to keep. Yet recognising that he's more than justified in being upset over the situation and, more importantly, that calling him out on it serves neither of you, you shove your indignation aside. 

“Depends on whether you think having a friendship is nothing.”

He doesn’t have an answer for that, jaw working as he glares a hole into the wall over your shoulder. 

Sensing that there’s no salvaging the night, you stand, making the few short steps to the table where you dumped your purse on your way in – far from blind to the eyes that follow your every move. 

“I think I should go.”

If anything, Matsukawa looks even less happy with that, but he rises to his feet and nods stiffly all the same. “Yeah, okay. I’ll drive you.”

“No, don’t worry about it. I can find my own way back.”

—

Your boyfriend smells of sake when he returns, winding his arms around you to pull you close, pressing kisses to your cheek. If Tooru notices the salty dampness beneath his lips, he doesn’t pass comment. “Missed you. Thought you were comin’ home for dinner,” he murmurs, his tone carrying a bitter edge the alcohol can’t mask. 

“I’m sorry,” the words come robotically. 

Hoarse. 

And then, without warning, you shatter. Sobbing, heaving for each and every breath as your legs give way beneath you. Only Tooru’s arms, strong and lithe, tightening around your middle keep you from falling. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you cry. 

Sorry for staying out later than you’d promised.

Sorry for kissing Matsukawa.

Sorry for hurting him. 

Sorry for causing this whole stupid mess in the first place.

The two of you sink to the floor, Tooru clutching you tight. Frantic touches, hasty words spoken between kisses, he tries – and fails – to bring you back from the brink. Back to him.

It’s white noise, all of it.  

Something inside of you is breaking, fracturing into tiny pieces you‘re not sure you’ll ever be able to put back together and mend, and it hurts. 

Oh god, it hurts.

—

The two of you fly home the following afternoon. 

Tooru makes up some excuse about Coach calling him back last minute for pre-season preparations. He tells you to pack your suitcase with a peck to your cheek – and you do.

What other choice is there?

Matsukawa’s there to see you both off – along with Makki and Iwa – though he barely speaks more than a few words to his old friend. Instead, he stares until you disappear beyond the gate, arms folded across his broad chest, expression inscrutable.

And it feels as if you’re leaving behind some vital piece of yourself. 

Jet engines roar and Tokyo becomes nothing more than glittering lights out your window. In the seat beside you, Tooru smiles, lacing your fingers with his. 

“I love you,” he reminds you.

—

Months pass. 

You… adjust. 

It’s not easy – on either of you – but you make it work. Tooru was your entire world before, he’s your entire world now; that’s all there needs to be to it. 

And if you notice how he hovers, how lately you seem to spend less time out with your friends and more alone with him, how the sex is different, and sometimes you wake up to find him staring, only for him to smile and sweetly kiss you good morning, you push those thoughts aside.

You’re both trying, and that’s what matters. 

Then, late one afternoon, a knock sounds at your door. Assuming that it’s Tooru and he’s left his keys at home (again), you leap to throw it open and welcome him home – not bothering to pause and check the peephole. 

Only it isn’t Tooru.

Matsukawa stands on the other side, a backpack hanging off one shoulder, shadowy circles beneath tired eyes. Eyes that snap to the hand you have resting on the doorframe and narrow.

More specifically, to the ring that catches the golden rays of the afternoon sun; glittering and pretty and expensive looking.

Your heart thuds unevenly.

Twisting your arm to shove it behind your back – and out of his sight – you swallow, “Tooru isn’t here,” you tell him. 

As if that’s why he’s at your door, having travelled halfway around the world after months of complete radio silence between you; to visit his friend.

(As if you aren’t distinctly aware that he and Tooru barely speak any more.)

Matsukawa ignores it entirely. 

“You said yes.”

A statement, not a question. 

You know what he’s referring to, of course. While you’d kept fairly quiet regarding your engagement, at least insofar as your social media was concerned, Tooru had practically screamed it from the mountain tops.

Post after post, pictures of the two of you looking loved up and blissfully happy, of the ring. Bringing it up in interviews and post match press spots. You would’ve been more surprised to learn Matsukawa hadn’t heard about it. 

Not that that does anything to assuage the guilt currently eating its way through your insides. 

“I did.”

His throat bobs, eyes narrowing.

Your mouth opens, though you’re not entirely sure what you’re supposed to say to him. Do you try to justify it? Apologise? He can’t be that surprised, you told him that you were with Tooru, committed to him – surely he knew that this was coming. 

In the end, it doesn’t matter. Matsukawa drops his bag, licks his lips–

“Yeah, well, you’re fucking mine, too.”

– and shoves his way inside. One large hand curls around your neck, the other pulling you flush against his front. Kissing you like his life depends on it.

He’s big enough – strong enough – to lift you up, his arm slipping beneath your ass to anchor you, marching the two of you further inside. And unlike last time, he doesn’t give you the chance to protest or break away. The fists that beat against his chest ignored, every muffled cry lost to his lips and tongue.

It’s desperate and angry, bordering on painful, and when he drops you on your bed – the one you share with Tooru – he’s panting. 

He watches you with a razor sharp intensity, cheeks flushed, chest heaving, seemingly waiting for you to make the next move. To run. Slap him. Grab him by the collar and kiss him back, twice as hard.

Like he’s giving you the chance to make this choice with him – a knife to your throat, the two of you dancing on the precipice. 

And for the first time since you met him and that precious, devastating bond snapped into place, you feel a distinct twist of fear. Oily and insidious, it creeps like vines across your chest, cruel thorns ripping into flesh, tearing at your vital organs as it constricts. Strangles.

The Matsukawa staring back at you; you don’t recognise him.

But surely… surely he wouldn’t go so far as to hurt you, right? He might be upset – angry, even – but if you can talk him down from… whatever this is, everything’ll be fine. He’ll stop if you ask him to, won’t he?

Because Mattsun can’t… he wouldn’t–

You don’t dare finish the thought. 

Sucking down a gulp of air, you curl your fingers into the soft sheets beneath you – if only so he won’t see how badly they’re trembling. He’s upset, but he won’t hurt you.

He won’t hurt you.

Repeating it like a silent mantra, you breathe again, and in the calmest voice you can muster, call his name.

“Issei.”

He groans appreciatively, eyes briefly rolling shut as he presses closer. With his body wedged between your thighs, it’s impossible not to notice the growing bulge beneath his jeans. Your stomach flips; is he seriously getting a hard-on from this? 

Towering over you, he takes your face in his hands – each palm nearly swallowing your cheeks – and tilts it upwards. “Yeah?”

Your skin prickles, goosebumps rising. 

“Issei, you’re scaring me,” you whisper, desperately searching his face for any semblance of understanding. Regret. Remorse. Shame.

Anything.

You come away empty.

“I don’t want this.”

And you wonder whether he can feel your racing pulse beneath his fingertips, the shiver that wracks your body when he strokes the delicate skin. 

“We don’t always get what we want.”

You rear back like you’ve been slapped, but he’s already pushing your shoulders down to the mattress, climbing on up after you. “But ‘m gonna show you you fucking need me.”

“Matsu–”

“Issei,” he growls, and attacks your lips once more.

 You’re squirming, legs kicking out ineffectually, and the pink cotton of your sundress gives all too easily under his rough, greedy touch. 

Your bra follows suit, torn down the middle and cast aside, Matsukawa’s mouth tearing away from your lips to suck and lave at your breasts. His tongue swirls around the soft mounds, licking and mouthing til you gasp and keen and your nipples stiffen into pretty peaks for his teeth to nip none too gently at.

“Issei, please!” 

There’s marks there already, bruises and hickeys in mottled shades of red, burgundy and yellow. Possessive, adoring marks left by Tooru’s mouth – marks that he’s now trying his utmost to overwrite. 

And while his face is buried in your chest, his hands wander down the span of your waist, holding you down yes, but squeezing and groping, exploring the bared flesh beneath the tattered remains of your dress. 

Matsukawa’s impatient. His movements rushed, an urgency edging every touch. Is he worried about Tooru coming home, you wonder, or simply fed up with waiting for what he believes himself entitled to?

Your stomach turns at the thought.

That he’s spent days thinking about this, planning it. Did your refusal ever factor in? Or in this make believe world of his, were you always willing to throw your relationship with Tooru away and cheat without a second thought?

When those rough, calloused fingertips rub along the seat of your panties and he groans against your tits, deep and satisfied, tears spring to your eyes. You don’t bother to try keeping them at bay – if your pleas weren’t enough to sway him to stop, you can’t imagine the sight of you crying will move him any differently. 

Yet he does notice them, dark eyes dilating at the sight, his mouth – preoccupied still with your breasts – curling into a smirk despite himself. 

He’s enjoying this, you realise sickly.

Spurred on by the tears spilling from your lashes, thick fingers push aside the seat of your panties, swiping at your folds. They come away glistening, and you want nothing more than for the ground beneath you to open up and swallow you whole. 

Finally parting from your chest, he sucks the digits into mouth, simmering eyes burning a hole into you, savouring the sweet taste of your cunt. And as if your humiliation – your heartbreak – is not enough already, he takes them from his lips and drags them down your stomach, leaving a lewd trail of saliva and slick in his path. Your hysteria builds when they reach your underwear once more, but Matsukawa hushes you.

“Trust me,” he murmurs lowly, his voice more a growl than anything else, “you want me to do this. Gonna hurt you otherwise.”

Yet he doesn’t look nearly as put out by the prospect as he should be. 

“Please, please Issei, I don’t–”

He kisses you again, muffling your protests with his tongue as his fingers, pointer and middle, force their way into your sex. 

And oh god, oh god, it’s not that the thickness isn’t anything you haven’t taken before, only that you’re not prepared, and it stings as your cunt stretches around the sudden intrusion.

It’s graceless, the way that he curls the digits, fucking them into you. 

Graceless, but effective. With every squelching prod, the walls of your pussy relax a little more, a whisper of pleasure taking the place of pain. Squeezing your eyes shut, you try to pretend that it’s Tooru touching you, kissing you. Fighting him off when he’s so much bigger and stronger than you might be an exercise in futility, but maybe you can get through this if you imagine it’s him. If you pretend that this is an act of love and not a violation of your body and trust. 

It’s Tooru who’s doing this.

Tooru who loves you, who wouldn’t so much as dream of hurting you. 

It’s Tooru.

It’s Tooru.

… It’s all wrong, though. Your body knows it. Tooru isn’t rough, but coaxing. He likes to use his mouth as well, talented tongue teasing at your clit while his fingers seek out your g-spot to bring you to a shaking, shuddering orgasm. Usually, the first of many. 

He talks, too, whispering absolute filth into your ear, laughing when you whine and beg – he loves it when you beg for him.

Tooru likes to take his sweet time. 

Matsukawa, on the other hand, waits only long enough for your body to stop outwardly resisting him before he breaks from you with a heavy exhale. “Fuck.”

You keep your eyes shut as he sheds his clothes – first his jacket and then the shirt beneath. The clinking of his belt buckle brings a fresh wave of sickening fear, and he rolls off of you only long enough to kick his jeans off and into some corner of your bedroom along with the rest of his clothes.

His nose nudges at your neck as he climbs back over you, broad hands pushing your thighs apart to settle in between.

And still you don’t look.

Can’t bear to.

“I forgive you,” he mutters, hot breath tickling uncomfortably at your skin. 

He says it like an oath, absolution for the wrongs that pale in comparison to the act he’s about to commit, and your teeth sink into your bottom lip, drawing blood. “I love you, even when you’re being stubborn and fucking difficult.” You hear him shifting above you, a quiet, shuddering grunt as the blunt head of his cock slides along the outside of your wet pussy. “But I’m not gonna let you keep running away.” The tip brushes against your clit, and your hips jerk in response, drawing a sharp hiss from the dark haired man. “You’re mine, too,” he growls. “…Look at me.”

Childishly, you ignore the request. Why should you humour him when he’s about to violate you in your own bed.

“Look at me,” he repeats, his voice deepening. 

When it becomes clear that you have no intention of complying, he makes an exasperated noise, like you’re the one acting out. 

“I love you.” With neither gentleness nor care, the mushroom shaped head of his cock spears into your wet cunt – and your eyes fly open regardless, a strangled scream ripping its way free from your lungs. 

No amount of prep would make this any easier to take. His cock is thick, throbbing as it splits you in two. It’s only the hand he has braced on your hip that keeps you from scrambling back, forcing you to take it as Matsukawa feeds it in, inch by inch. 

And it’s only the tip.

Tooru’s by no means small, and yet Matsukawa puts his dick to shame. The sheer girth of it has your eyes watering, heart rate picking up. Even his balls, hanging beneath the thick, veined monstrosity that is his cock, lie heavy and full. There’s no way in hell you’re gonna be able to take all of him, not unless he plans on rearranging your insides!

He has the nerve to grin and chuckle, “Told you you’d need the prep.”

There’s no disassociating this time. No fantasy you can conjure up to pretend this is anything other than what it is. His cock rocks inside of you, twitching and eager, and through the breath-taking haze of pain and discomfort, a thread of pleasant heat coils inside of you.

Traitorous. 

Wanting.

Once upon a time, you imagined how this might go. 

If things were different, and you’d met him before Tooru. You’d lain back on this very bed, your fingers dipping between your thighs as you’d shamelessly imagined how he’d take you the first time. How he’d start off gentle, not wanting to scare you with his size, taking it slow to ease you onto his cock, praising you ‘til you were a flushing, panting mess beneath him.

And then, when he was sure you were adjusted and ready to take more, when you were almost mad with want, he’d hold you down, grin that wicked, irresistible grin of his, and fuck you like there’d be no tomorrow.

Maybe this is retribution, you think, another pained noise slipping out as you stretch impossibly around him. For wanting. For being greedy.

Why wasn’t Tooru enough?

Already, you’re stuffed too full. There’s no room left but he keeps going. All you can think about is the pain between your legs, the heat of him, radiating with each pulse of his dick, your cervix crying out as his cock bullies its way forward despite the barrier.

Finally, he bottoms out, his head falling back with a deep, throaty curse. 

You can’t think. Can’t move.

Can barely breathe. 

Pain, pain, pain–

and pleasure, curled up in one. 

And Matsukawa opens his eyes to find yours. There’s no words, only a maddening lust that bleeds over his features. In one fell swoop, he’s looming over you again, a muscular arm sweeping under your back to lift you from the bed, crushing you to his front. He draws his hips back, ignoring the way you wince and whimper at the sting, and with that same awful grin, slams them forward once more, stuffing himself balls deep to the sound of your choked cries.

He fucks you on his cock like a ragdoll.

Uncaring about the tears that spill down your cheeks (or perhaps urged on by them), Matsukawa presses hot, open mouthed kisses to your neck, your jaw, moaning your name in between vicious, pistoning thrusts. With one hand braced against the mattress, his pace is relentless.

A bead of sweat runs from his temple down to his chin, dripping onto your skin before rolling to the sheets beneath you. Your own hair is matted to your damp forehead, your body running hot, burning under the heat of him. He’s everywhere. It’s all you can do to grasp at the broad planes of his back, fingernails sinking in, scratching him while he takes his pleasure with little care for your own. 

“Is-sei” you gasp – a plea.

One he ignores.

Another guttural groan, and he shifts – flipping you over, lifting your hips, “C’mon, up on your knees for me, ah, good girl.”

Your top half falls back to the mattress, Matsukawa squeezing your waist. He gives you only a moment, no more than a second, to brace yourself before he resumes that brutal pace. And when his cock slides into your aching pussy, instead of a wail, this time you moan, wanton and whorish, a zing of pleasure surging from your core.

A slap rings through the room, the flesh of your ass stinging even as his palm rubs soothingly at the abused flesh. 

“That good, huh, baby?” he laughs. “Knew you’d come around.”

The punch of his cock robs you of any indignation. Every noise dragged from your lips sings with reluctant pleasure, a chorus to accompany the lewd slaps of flesh, Matsukawa’s grunts, both of your panting breaths. 

And the tears spill quicker, wetting the pillow you’ve dragged beneath your face. Clutching at it like a lifeline. 

You hate him. 

Hate him, even as your hips rise and roll back into his, a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through your body. 

Matsukawa lowers his chest to your back, sinks his teeth into your shoulder. Another mark, another claim, your spine arches and Issei’s grip tightens. No longer does he pull out completely, choosing instead short, rabbiting thrusts that burn and ache and have the warm, velvety walls of your pussy fluttering and clenching around him.

“Fuck,” he curses again, picking up the pace. “Fuck.”

Like wildfire, it consumes you. His lips dragging along your back, the heat of his body sliding against yours. Most of all, that awful, addictive feeling of fullness, his cock pumping your guts. The rippling shockwaves that have your toes curling, your body crying out for more, more, more.

You hate it, you hate him and you hate yourself more than either of those things, but none of that matters when Issei roars your name, fingers sinking into the fat of your hips as hot, viscous cum spurts from his cock into the warmth of your pussy. 

And you unravel completely.

—

The cherry red tip of his cigarette glows in the dying light of the afternoon as he takes a long, slow drag. 

Issei holds you to him, a muscular arm draped over your shoulder, keeping you nestled into his side. In all honesty, though, you haven’t made much of an effort to slip away.

Where would you go? You can’t leave. You can’t pretend that it didn’t happen – not when your body is littered with undeniable proof that it did. 

You can’t outrun him.

Or Tooru, once he finds out.

His cum hasn’t yet dried from your thighs, your cheeks shining with tears that spill silently, and Issei hums contentedly, exhaling a breath of smoke. Idle fingers trace lazily at your arm, he takes another drag.

Distantly, you recognise the sound of your front door opening, your name being called and the soft tread of footsteps approaching. 

Your eyes squeeze shut, but Issei has no such compulsion as your soulmate stops dead in his tracks at the open doorway. 

Exhales again, smoke billowing from curling lips. 

“Captain.”

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I saw a thread recently that was an nsfw Matsukawa x Sugawara bdsm scenario and i have not been able to stop thinking about it someone help

I need more matsuwara content 😭

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I’M SORRY. MASTUKAWA ISSEI

• 200 FOLLOWERS!! 😻😻😻

• Genre: smut

• Warnings: female reader, college, slight angst at first, overstimulation, rough counter sex, choking, hair pulling, degradation, daddy kink, cunnilingus, pretty long but please don’t let it scare you off lol

-I just love comfort roommate Mattsun

You slept horribly. You thank the universe your classes had mercy. Though you still called into work, unfortunately, and even more to your demise— there was a huge sale that made folding restock clothes a pain.

Slumping through the door, getting your shower in, and throwing on the first shirt you found from the laundry room was very efficient until you got into bed.

You lay there.

Comfortably uncomfortable.

You were hot, but taking the covers off wasn’t an option. You felt every fiber or hair against your body. Your feet were cold. A growling noise erupted from your stomach.

Angrily, the covers are thrown off, where you stomp your way to the kitchen while dismissing the new breeze of air brushing your skin. No jacket, in shorts, waltzing around the apartment scavenging for food. You wish the feeling of the air conditioning didn’t bother you as much as the sound did, because it printed an obvious sign of irritation on your face.

Then the fire alarm beeped.

Taking a deep breath, you begrudgingly conclude yourself unsuccessful in finding something to nibble on. When you turn around, the corner of the kitchen table seemed to stick out more than usual.

Lo and behold it hit the corner of your already cold foot. You drop to your elbows on the counter in annoyance where hold your head, tugging probably unhealthily at your eyes from stress, trying your best not to fall to the ground and cry.

You immediately removed even the thought of tears when the door sounded.

“Honey I’m home.” Mattsun closes the door behind him.

He just got back from afternoon classes with only a handful of groceries. Your roommate started the “I’m home” thing as a joke, yet it carried farther than that as time went on. You correct yourself and try to help with the groceries at least a little bit, picking up what you could find in the bags and placing them in their correct spot.

Mattsun could obviously tell something was off the second he walked in. He watched you stutter and quickly regather yourself even though it looked as if you were on the verge of tears. He would’ve asked why by now, if he didn’t know that you probably didn’t know yourself. He was right. You didn’t.

Hard days never got to you, but as the homework piled up with your micromanaging boss, it went straight to the mini notepad in your brain listing all you had to do. It was fine until you had to flip to the next page, then the ink started getting all runny. You aren’t sure what caused it; but it happened. You held the milk mindlessly in your hand.

Mattsun scooted behind you towards the refrigerator. You were in the area between the island and the main counter, causing his front to press up against you innocently, an angered grunt dropping from your lips.

“Could you not go around?” You turn to him swiftly, your palm facing upwards to emphasize your feelings.

“Didn’t really think it mattered. You calling me fat?” He opened the refrigerator door. Usually you’d laugh, but it only turned your brows farther inwards.

“Yeah, it does. Go the other fucking way.” You spat. With the roll of your eyes, you slid the milk into the already opened fridge. You stepped back so that Matsukawa could close it, hand already on the handle—but when nothing happened, you turned around to see the tall male staring at you in disbelief. He literally just got home.

“…What?”

“The hell is up with you?” He asks regularly.

“Nothing,” you shrug and brush it off, “it was just unnecessary.”

“Well it’s clearly something,” he retaliates, “I’ve been practically crucified the ten seconds I’ve been here.” He closes the door and laughs humorlessly to himself.

“Whatever. It’s nothing.”

He starts, “Really? The-“

“God-it’s nothing! It’s nothing.”

The aggressive hand motions come back, then you finally take about four different things from the second-to-last bag and put them up hastily, even in your tired state.

He observes you from the counter with every step you take and every heavy breath you let in. Like you’re fighting an entire war with yourself.

It finally clicked in his mind: he said the wrong things in the wrong moment, and it wasn’t what you needed right now. He just wished he would’ve noticed sooner.

“Hey, my bad—I’m sorry. Should’ve went around.”

His voice wasn’t careless now, but soft. You heard him but just moved on to the last bag. Before you can pull something out, he takes it and tells you that you can go lay down. Better yet, that he’d handle everything else.

“It’s fine, I can do it.” You reach again and he pulls it away. “Give it.” The quicker you are, quicker he is.

You sigh and pull back. You wanted to slap the shit out of him but he wouldn’t budge.

“Do you always have to be like this?”

He cocks his head to the side. He was curious. It could tell how you actually feel about him, the kind of things you don’t tell people to their face.

“Like what?”

“Aggravatingly annoying,” you blatantly answered.

His expression changed for a second. He refuses to get louder, only talking in a low volume, casual tone.

“That I am.”

“Why can’t you just come in and go to your room to study or something?”

“I will next time.”

“Why do you always have to be by me?”

Hm…

Accepting it and having it your way he felt was the best thing to do. He’s been called annoying before, even irritating due to his constant teasing. But hearing it from you—really the main one he talks to that isn’t Makki— hurt a bit. You saw his eyes widen for a slight half a second more before reverting to his usual apathetic face.

He knew you didn’t mean it. He knew you were overstimulated. Giving in to you and whatever you said was what you needed, not someone to fight you on things. Yeah it fucking hurt; however, you were speaking out of temporary emotion rather than logic or feelings, so if not stressing you out in this way was what he’d have to do, he’d do it.

The truth was: you really couldn’t stand being by him. Hearing him walk in while you read in your bed, then casually throw his things to the wall and flop down at your feet. Or when you would come in later and he’d be sat criss cross on the couch, a spot waiting for you right next to him. You couldn’t decipher if these were regular friendly activities or not and it swam through your mind all throughout the day.

Was it just his personality? Did it mean anything to him? Were you being dramatic? All the hugs, the studying, the dinner nights. Were those dates? Did they have the same effect on him that they had on you? Were they even on purpose?

The silence was deafening and palpable, the gaze he held intimidatingly normal. Didn’t you just yell at him? How is he so calm? You had come back to your senses, staring up at his non-changing face, ready to say something.

“I-“

“Do I need any reason more than I want to be?” He utters first delicately.

There wasn’t a hint of negative energy. It made you sad, just how much he’d do for you. You actually almost wish he would’ve gotten mad.

He’s never once yelled at you, called you out for dumb things like breaking a glass bowl, or not being taught some things around the house. You just let out an entire day’s worth of anger onto him and said something that was nowhere close to what you feel. You even used him as a placeholder for what you wish you could say to your boss. He is always so, so good to you.

He watches as your eyes suddenly get tighter and your eyebrows inch upwards. You’ve done nothing but look at him, yet the mere thought of what you said and what he’s actually done forces you to drop your head slowly and take a few steps forward into his chest. Droplets fall silently to the tiled floor.

His arms softly found their way around you.

“I’m sorry.” You mumble.

“You’re okay.”

He hugs you back, progressively getting softer with every passing minute. Not “It’s okay,” “You’re okay.” Sometime later, you pull back with a deep breath, and you send a tight lip smile to him. Then while he puts away the discarded item (that was previously fought over), you hop up on the island counter.

“Okay. I’m better now.”

“Good.” He closes the fridge. Your legs sway back and forth. You’ll try to explain what happened, even if you know it won’t justify the outbursts directed at him.

“Hey I didn’t mean it.”

“I kno-“

“No, no, wait.” You interrupt.

Dark eyebrows raise and his arms cross as he leans back against the counter in front of you to listen. He nods, telling you to go on.

“I’m so stressed. I just had a really, really bad day and put you at the end of it. I do really enjoy your company—I promise—It’s just…it’s just I don’t really-”

You think for a moment and sigh before your head drops into your palms again. It was because your mind was racing to find the words. Do you tell him? Would it count as a confession?

“I don’t even know anymore. Do you ever…um…”

“Take your time.” He sits patiently.

Damn, did you have to trip over your own words now?

“…What do the dates that you plan usually look like?”

He seemed lost in thought for a second, prior to returning towards the sight of you nervously twiddling your fingers. He noticed the emphasis on the word ‘plan,’ as if you were trying to differentiate between real dates from him and whatever the hangouts you two had were. Saving you the trouble, he’d just tell you.

“I like you.”

…huh?

The sudden confession makes your eyes almost pop out of your head. That was not the answer you were expecting, but not the answer you didn’t want.

“What?” You whisper. You did hear that correctly, right?

He goes on to elaborate with a sigh and a shrug.

“Listen, I’ve been through a million different of these confessions and I don’t want that delay with you. I like you a lot, period.”

It was a while back ago when Mattsun decided he’d focus on you alone. He cleared his phone, and (which you noticed) somewhat cleared his defiled reputation of past debauchery. Many older women have came up to him asking if he actually would pursue during his libertine phase, to which he’d respond no, so he has experienced almost every subtle confession ever made. It was like déja vu.

Wide-eyed you sit. That was a lot easier than you expected; you were worrying all for nothing. The bearing weight that had you in a hold was finally lifted.

“So all of those were-“

“Yes. I haven’t done that with anyone else and I prefer to keep it that way.”

Your heart probably jumps in your chest and your eyes light up. A wide smile inches its way onto your face, and it almost dies down when you remember what you did, but he brings it back with a light, mature smile of his own. After all this time he actually was crushing on you like you were him. You never, ever could deny the way you were eager to see him once he would return from his classes and crash the night with you.

Speaking of crash, a sudden returning wave of exhaustion brushes your body. You ignore it though. There are better things.

“Well, that’s somehow where I was going; I like you a lot too. But if I actually asked you would you say yes? I know how-”

“That depends. Does it come with a ring?”

You stop and your dimples start to show as a smile crawls onto your face, again, “Um…no?“

“Then I object.”

He uncrosses his arms and walks unhurriedly between your legs. He was so content, large hands brushing up your thigh from the knee.

“Yes, I would,” he admits delightedly whilst gingerly coming closer in the face, “the ring comes later though.” He’d whisper a breath away from your lips. You’d wondered how you could be so lucky, the confession not even falling from your sheepish mouth, and still end up with the same outcome. When his eyes go from yours to the plump of your mouth; So, so ready to feel him on you, your eyes close and anticipate him.

Nothing happens. Once your eyes open and he stands there mockingly with the trademark grin (still only hovering an inch away from your nose), if you didn’t know any better you would’ve shoved him away and hopped off the counter to your room for playing with your feelings. But Mattsun was just being Mattsun. First he laughs genuinely at how gullible you are. Then, his trail of sight goes back to your lips unashamedly once more with a dimple-showcasing smirk. He slowly pushes a falling strand of hair away, and slightly turns his head to melt into you with a hand on your cheek sweetly.

You could feel the free smile that was on his lips as he kissed you. It was cute. The kind of things you see in movies at little coffee shops riding along the street. It was unlike him, an unfamiliar feeling this was—like sunlight rather than a rainy or cloudy day. It sounds stupid, but Matsukawa is always slow moving and effective. Watching tv with your legs kicked up or tucked in a blanket as the pitter-patter of the rain decided the kismet of your day. The lambent lighting of the morning making it significantly darker than it usually is with the blinds open.

He caught you before you were too far gone by groaning happily. Throughout it, the entirety of your mind was buzzed by the way your lips gracefully slow danced against his on the counter of your shared apartment. It felt so good seeing him just utterly happy, especially with you. Warm and steady like molasses in January. His fingers eventually connected in the small of your back. You were still tired so his energy was just as lazy as your own; like when your hands floated around his neck and feathered through his hair.

He did it as if it had been years since he was kissed. Yearning for absolutely any ounce of touch from someone. He was accidentally pushing into you, needing to be closer, your arch slowly getting deeper.

The second he pulled away for necessary air, he caught the crevices of your thighs and pulled you with him. Now that the hard part was done he’d give you the full experience.

“What are you doing?”

“Relieving stress.”

He pushes a leg up and over his own shoulder. His hands are placed directly atop your abdomen to apply light pressure as he kisses away the nerves from the main fat of your body gently. Remember all that cute stuff? Yeah, it just diminished the second he decided to eat you out on the marble counter.

You’re not very sure how it led to something like this, something like him pulling your shorts and panties off together. Once there, his mouth felt great against your clit, mainly when he’d stop and suck right between. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t dreamt of this from someone before because the form of the pink muscle inside you is unmistakable. So unmistakable even, that the feeling of the slurp that makes you squirm seemingly flows through your veins to your head like blood.

When Mattsun eats you out, he does it with precision. He knows where he wants to go and how he’ll get there. Compared to others he wasn’t as messy, but maybe that comes from the fact he’d prefer his fingers working inside of you. He’d love to watch your face contort on nothing but his hand because he knows it’s a favorited body part of his. He knows you’d love it. But, he will cup his mouth over you and give the same effect nonetheless.

And you loved that about him. He was careless, not nonchalant.

He was clingy, but independent.

He had morals, just not enough to get boring like when he jumped in the ball case in the store.

He was extremely opinionated, (especially when you asked him small questions like if he liked a shirt) but he also doesn’t care enough to convince you out of something you liked.

He’s hot, but also couldn’t care less about his appearance at times.

He was a walking juxtaposition.

And usually, when you’re alone, the relaxation of your mind helps you get off faster. This was the case, and going over his traits and features was clearly working well because now only your upper back was on the counter and anything below that point was lifted with his large hands. Both legs were in his possession. Your breaths were heavy and when your waist moves on him, his shoulders follow his head. Your own head moves to each side, but he doesn’t seem to care, this was incidental when he was holding your hips close to him so your wetness spread right under his nose. He was feeding off you since there was nowhere to run.

He’d tell you to sit still a bit but he likes the challenge. He likes watching your waist go back and forth as your pussy basically cries his name, and he would print his initials in hickeys on you if that’s what it called for. Others call it sadistic, he calls it motivation.

He could literally take both hands off of you and still be upright—the only reason he didn’t was because you’d probably make yourself fall. Though he did get close, a hand coming right up through your shirt to massage your breast. You unconsciously crossed your legs behind his neck in reaction. Damn, he was good.

He groans through you, and you wish you could watch but holding yourself together was a ground-breaking job. He hit each spot perfectly with complete control of his tongue and your shoulders were starting to hurt from bearing your own body weight.

His height made this fairly difficult but nothing he couldn’t handle—having to crouch in front of a pretty girl was the last of his worries. With your thighs covering his ears and temple, he sucked away. He was honestly glad he did this now rather than later, knowing you, you probably would’ve refused clamping on his head so you wouldn’t crush him or something like that. Mattsun believed his breath regulation was pretty okay considering he almost even got into swimming, but if by slim chance he did die he believed suffocating like this was preferred.

His tongue was literally inside of you. The only thing preventing your brain from fuzzing and your head from throwing back was there would be nothing left on the counter to hold your weight.

Once your heavy breathing developed to jagged and your heavyset eyes started to close, he set you back down gracefully. He heard your pleas but held out for as long as he could. Many “Mattsun please’s“ and “Mattsun I’s” later, he would finally relieve you; He knew his girl could do it.

He spent the last portion of your orgasm fulfilling his own desires and working you from the inside. He moved positions to rest on his left elbow and lean over your face, staring into your eyes, brows upturned and a smile showing. Was it a pity smile? Maybe, but it was for sure the face of amusement as you break down beneath him.

“H-holy shit…‘Sei- s’right there,” you declared.

“Huh? What is?”

A very implying whine followed. Matsukawa scooped his arm under your head like a pillow, his left hand turning your chin to face him. He loved that face. That pretty face only dusted with fatigue and sadness but smothered in want. That same face he’ll get to see whenever he looks down. Huh. Maybe he was a little sadistic.

Your body scrunched and your knees came up in ecstasy.

“Talk to me,” he says, but you barely could keep your eyes open the way he was avoiding the spot on purpose. You wondered how he did it, already having learned your body and how you reacted so well in such a short time. You were so close already and he was gonna ruin it, even though you’d probably still find a way to cum anyway.

You tried your best to muster up something and prayed he’d take it.

“Faster,” you ordered. No response. Actually instead of doing what you said, he pulled them out, assumingely because of the sudden attitude. You immediately went to apologize. He was actively in charge of your body, after all.

You verbally groan in annoyance, to where you hear a responding muffled giggle, so you open your eyes to see what happened.

You meet a view of his smiling jawline, looking down past the counter. His hand was still beneath your chin, almost as if he was protecting you from being uncomfortable, but his teeth held his shirt up as he used whatever was left on his fingers to jerk himself off. This was the disruption in question.

He didn’t mean to basically abandon you, but undoing the jawstring and letting himself free seemed like it would benefit everyone. And he was big. You’d seen big, but he was big all the way around.

You watched in awe as his fingers left a shine of gloss behind when they reached the reddening tip from the bottom.

He threw his head back and groaned in relief, finally being reminded what it felt like to be touched with someone else’s presence.

“Sorry, couldn’t resist.”

With a look to your impatient, shocked eyes, he knew you wanted it. Needed it almost.

He pressed off the counter with his elbow but left his hand under your head. Such a gentleman. Lifting both legs up, with a hand stretched under your knees like a baby, he spoke to you.

“You want it?” He’d ask. You’d nod aggressively, to where he’d ask again. “You gotta tell me.”

“Yes, I do.” You pleaded. Of course your head rolled slightly on his hand to see his face around your legs.

“Alright. Tell me when you wanna stop. Safeword is green.”

You’d never once said a safeword during sex and you doubt you’d use it now. Plus, Issei wouldn’t hurt you.

Intentionally.

You felt him pull your legs apart and hold them where they were previously scrunched up at your breasts. Finally, he rubbed you one last time, before the tip slowly started to diminish inside of you.

It’s amazing how the body makes fluid for moments like these. It’s also amazing how wet Mattsun got you so it’d hurt ten times less.

When he stopped moving about halfway there, he hung over your body almost menacingly; his silhouette breathing deeply and whatever necklace he had on from the day dangling. Your face contorted at the intrusion and your eyes unexpectedly swelled, making you lachrymose. It definitely could’ve been worse, but fuck he was big.

The ravenette slipped his shirt off and your head slid off his hand painlessly, the overwhelming heat from everywhere flowing to his brain. He almost couldn’t take it. You were so wet but so fucking tight at the same time, he couldn’t even bring himself to keep going. He bent over to meet you with a kiss on the jaw and his hand found your own so you could squeeze it as he went on. He buried his face in your neck.

“O-okay, you can move now,” you managed.

No response.

“Issei?” You pushed his hair aside with the hand that wasn’t in his so you could see him. His eyes were closed and his breathing was seeking stabilization through his mouth.

“Fucking just- gimme a second. Please.”

You knew it was pure desire and he was trying his best not to hurt you. He would promise ‘til death that he tried to stop, to take it slow, but it was irresistible the second you giggled at his current state (that you caused) and your stomach contracted with him inside. He immediately pushed forward so that he was balls deep into the fluttering feeling.

“Matts—”

The sudden squeeze on his hand could cut off circulation and the grunt that emitted from his body over and over as he continued to do it couldn’t be missed. At this point it didn’t even hurt anymore, but the previously denied orgasm returned full force.

Mattsun, of course, would apologize later; but it wasn’t later yet. He finally lifted himself off you and gathered your legs once more so your ankles were at his ears, trying to feel more of the ribbed walls on either side. Your mouth fell open at the spot.

“Ha-hohfuck ‘m gonna cum.” You whispered.

“Mhmm? Let me feel it baby,” He leaned over again, almost testing your flexibility, running a hand along your cheek and swiping away a single tear that dropped from earlier while his forehead was against yours. Now that he knew how far you could go, he’d have a lot of fun with the positions he’d put you in.

“Fuck, fuck-!” You’d find him through your lashes so he could kiss you, the never ending thrusts seemingly reaching your belly button. He loved sucking on those pretty lips of yours.

He only let out a laugh of satisfaction as you stilled and stiffened around him, your arms roaming his back and head turning away. He continued to thrust downward, never letting up speed, causing you to writhe underneath him with every curl of his hips. He did eventually pull away and extend his arms though. It was for a nice view of your body.

His length slipping in and out as a white ring forms that’ll signify how many times he’s made you cum; your breasts through the shirt following your body back and forth; the already fucked out face you wield accompanied with a yawn—it was all so much, he almost couldn’t look anymore. In fact, he won’t.

He grabbed you and pulled you further down the marble so you could roll over, your wriggling body basically halfway there. Up you go by your hair, that flexibility coming in to play a second time while he fucked you. When you moaned at the tug, he wouldn’t be Mattsun if he didn’t tease you for it.

“Wow, who would’ve guessed. You like when I pull your hair?”

“Yes daddy,” you respond. It was almost instantaneous. You wished you could’ve said you meant to do it, but it was honestly an accident.

His thrusts slightly change, you wish you could say how. He dropped your head forcefully, took both of your wrists behind your back, and pulled you up by your throat. Your neck was strained trying to face him but you couldn’t help it, you had to listen when he was talking to you. He was amused, to say the least—especially when you stopped listening because of the way he was barely brushing that sweet nerve.

“That’s a filthy mouth of yours. Who knew you were such a slut?” He’d grin into your ear. “Mgh- since you’ve gotten so good at it, why don’t you tell daddy what you want?”

As long as you’ve known him, he’s made you say things you wouldn’t have even thought of saying prior. But right now? You couldn’t care less.

“Mmm,” you whimper, “h-harder daddy.”

You’re not sure how he unscrambled what you said with his hand restricting your throat and the other intermittent babble coming out of your mouth, but if anyone could, it was him. Mattsun was defiant and dominant, but when it came to your genuine pleasure, he’d gratify.

Teasing aside obviously.

With the slightest bend of his knees, he angled himself and thrusted farther upwards. Did you doubt he would remember where you’re g-spot was? You were choking up more than you already were and his name slipped off your tongue as if it were a veneration statement of butter. Your ass sounded throughout the apartment, the skin-on-skin contact loud enough for the neighbors to hear. The force was turning it red and Matsukawa loved it. He loved when the pussy talked back too.

In fact, you could tell, because he was gradually speeding up and his thrusts were slowly becoming sporadic.

“Oh shit-I’mmna-” You started.

“Come on it. Come on this dick so you can tell everyone you did it twice.”

“Mhmm.”

“You can tell all your little friends you’re mine and I’m yours.”

“Yes daddy…”

“Come so you find all the women I’ve ever talked to and tell them you’re the only one I want.”

With that, your eyebrows leveled out and your eyes shut while trying to process the sex drive and sweet believable words at the same time. Your body held onto Mattsun for dear life, to where he let go of your throat and held you close on the fall back down to your elbows. You were exhausted, but that grip your pussy still had on him was deadly. Deadly enough for him to slightly question whether you’d be a bad mom or not.

He obviously chose against it and sighed along your back while you came before pulling out. You turned around and crouched knowingly with whatever strength was left, then watched him jerk himself off above you. After you decided to take matters into your own hands (literally), he held himself up with his support on the counter. His head hanging over you while you stroked the other was a sight to remember.

With a final hiss, white decorated your face like a picture.

“Holy fuck,” his head faced the ceiling as he ran a hand over his face. The view he was met with when he came back down was insane, your hand curved behind his thigh and the other milking him dry of whatever was left. With a single bud of cum remaining, you licked your lips and smiled weakly.

What the hell would he do with you?

©hxltic

[rensukei]

nsfw 18+ (soft!dom x reader, fingering, daddy kink)

sweet men who baby you—who give you the most precious princess treatment; who call you angel and sweetheart, handling you and treating you as if you're a fine piece of glass just waiting to be shattered. they love taking care of you, love indulging in your hobbies and letting you get next to everything you want. they love seeing your pretty little dainty fingernails polished with the lightest pink you could find on the rack, matching with the small accents on your phone.

these are the same men who drill their fingers into your tight little cunt as tears fall down your cheeks, whines of his name and pleas for him to stop or slow down tumbling out from your kiss-swollen lips because it's all too much as he litters your neck with marks. these are the same men who won't do anything more than mess with your swollen clit until you tell him exactly what you want, tied together with a sweet "please" at the end of your strangled request.

sweet men who talk you through it, phrases such as "i know baby, it's okay" and "be a sweet girl and cum on daddy's cock, yeah?" being ones you know all too well as he pulls yet another orgasm out from your pretty pussy.

shouta aizawa, issei mastukawa, gojo satoru, kaeya alberich, ayato kamisato, sero hanta, kuroo tetsurou

©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 :: tpwk!!

[educatedsimps]

Can I pls request a boyfriend hc for Mattsun? 🥺🤲 one where it’s longterm like, highschool to waaaay into adulthood type of longterm.

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mastukawa issei x f!reader

a/n: when i tell you i squealed reading this request ✋😭 THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING ANON! AND YES BAE I’M WRITING THIS just a word of warning tho, i’ve never written for mattsun before so i had to do a little research, hope i didn’t mess up his character 🤧 anyway i hope u like this! and thanku for reading :)

cw: i may or may not have gotten carried away, f!reader, timeskip spoilers, established rls, tooth-rotting fluff

how you got together:

probably met him in your first year of high school, and got together after becoming really close friends

you made friends with hanamaki first because you were classmates, then one day he invited you to study together with his friends and that's when he introduced you to mattsun

you realised you shared a lot of classes with mattsun and you just clicked once you started talking

of course, you got acquainted with oikawa and iwaizumi as well

you had a group chat with makki and mattsun, and the latter often texted you after school and after practice

you had similar interests and music tastes and stuff (and of course enjoyed teasing oikawa together)

you and mattsun also started studying together (probably tutored each other in some subjects too)

the both of you started catching feelings as you grew closer and by the time you were halfway through your second year, the two of you had FATTEST crushes on each other bUT NEITHER OF YOU DID ANYTHING ABOUT IT AHJKDHSK i swear it pissed your friends off so much

anyway, makki and oikawa made a bet with mattsun in year 2, in which mattsun would have to confess to you if they didn't make it to nationals that year

iwaizumi told them to cut it out (they didn't listen)

oikawa knew mattsun wouldn't want to jeopardise his friendship with you by confessing, so he used that as an incentive for mattsun to train more LOL oikawa's actually evil

but they lost to shiratorizawa anyway so mattsun had to confess to you

he went to your class during lunch the very next day with a small bouquet of flowers and a note

he wanted to just leave it on your table and leave before anyone saw him, but you just HAD to walk in right at that moment

"what's that?" "...it's for makki" "then why is it on my table, issei?" "...because makki likes to sit at your table" "but makki's not even in this class"

anyway he ended up with the girl of his dreams that day and now he's secretly glad seijoh lost that game lol

you graduated together after dating for 1.5 years, and took a really beautiful grad photo together (he had the absolute biggest smile on his face, even makki had never seen him smile that wide before)

there was one photo with his friends in the background cheering as he bashfully gave you a kiss on your cheek (YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE MY HEART IS ABOUT TO EXPLODE)

you also had a ton of photos photobombed by oikawa and makki in the background - and a few more taken when iwaizumi was dragging them out of the frame by their ears

dates with him:

he brought you out to dinner for your first date

he listened to oikawa's advice to take you to dinner because "girl's like the classics" and since oikawa was the only one in the team who had had a girlfriend before, mattsun decided that maybe he had a point

iwaizumi reminded him that oikawa got dumped his girlfriend but anyway-

it was a decent, slightly fancy restaurant in the city area and yes, he insisted on paying (he's been spoiling you from the very start)

he also got all dressed up for it - and i mean, suit, pants, flowers and everything

he was blushing the whole time

after that, you guys started going on different types of dates, depending on whether you're more of an extrovert or an introvert

dates include going on picnics, going to the arcade, movies, night markets and festivals, aquarium, museum, etc.

def a ton of home dates too - ordering food and doing skincare together or just cuddling

as broke highschool kids, you probably went to less expensive places, except for the occasional event, eg. after major exams, on you birthdays, your anniversary, after winning a game, etc.

lots of cheap after-school lunch dates though

milestones together:

you were each other's firsts, so you both lowkey didn't know what you were doing but you learned together

probably had your first major argument/conflict/disagreement after about half a year of dating? but you learned to resolve it in a healthy way pretty quickly

if you're not a confrontational person, then mattsun was probably the one who initiated the conversation after the argument

he probably cycled to your house in the evening just to apologise to you and talked things out

he can be a little blunt sometimes so resolving conflicts with him are usually very direct

after that, you slowly learned from each other's habits and signs and rarely get into heated arguments anymore because you know how to resolve conflicts peacefully through ✨communication✨

it was a pretty important milestone when you first met each other's families/parents, which was about a few months after dating

your parents knew you guys were friends first but had never met him until you started dating

he's a pretty nonchalant guy but meeting your parents for the first time was probably one of the most nerve-wracking moments in his life (i think it's a universal experience)

they love him tho

if you have any really young siblings or cousins, they'd probably use him as a free climbing activity

he has an older sister and a younger brother and they absolutely ADORE you

like from the moment issei introduced you to them, they were like "ISSEI WE WANT THIS ONE"

moving in together during or after college

you guys were one of the cutest campus couples like your relationship was the PEAK of all college relationships

like EVERYBODY wanted a relationship like yours and mattsun's

the little things:

he looks like his love language is gift-giving, followed by quality time but that's just my opinion

so you can expect lots of little gifts from him

he also always initiates a lot of dates because he wants to spend time with you

walks you home every chance he gets

ALSO FLOWERS

in high school he'd pick flowers from the school garden and give them to you, he'd either visit your classroom during break or give it to you when he sees you in the hallway or even between classes

probably pissed off the school gardener once for picking too many flowers but they became good friends and now mattsun always gets fresh flowers for you

idk why but this man gives "he'd get you flowers every time he passes by a flower shop bc 'why not'" vibes

mattsun would 100% match outfits with you on a date "just for the aesthetic"

mattsun in a black turtle neck, jacket, a thin silver chain, more flowers, and a fancy restaurant for a date

he'd probably make a spotify playlist for you, either of songs that remind him of you or of songs that are special to both of you

he would carry your bag for you when you go out, even if you insist that it's not heavy, doesn't matter how feminine it is, he'd gladly carry it on one side while holding your hand on the other side

you send tiktoks to each other every day (and by that i mean A LOT of tiktoks) and he watches every single one that you send him and he always replies to them. either with an emoji or a short reply, he just wants you to know he enjoys your tiktoks

will send you every "send this to the prettiest girl you know" tiktok he comes across (which is also very often)

takes candid photos of you when you're not paying attention, probably has one as his lockscreen too

post-timeskip hcs:

you're close to the seijoh 4 and hang out with them almost every time they meet up

and since you're mattsun's +1 who's been around them since high school, you're invested in the other guys' love lives too

sometimes you and mattsun try to set them up with people for your own entertainment to help them out a lil

you and mattsun are like a package deal, if you're invited to something, he's coming with and vice versa

you and mattsun would probably ditch an event together once you're tired or sick of it

you probably saved all the dried petals from all the flowers he's given to you over the years and got your wedding guests to throw them as you walked down the aisle together (you saw someone do this on tiktok and when you told him after the ceremony he actually cried)

if you guys own a car, you would probably take turns driving the car every day and drop off / pick up the other from work

if you don't then you'd meet at a bus or train station nearby and head home together every day

the two of you would 100% take naps on the bus or train together with earphones in

since he works in a funeral home, i feel like he'd have tons of flowers at his workplace, so sometimes he'll take a few home for you

either that or he knows the best flower shops in town and he'll often pick up a bouquet on the way home

also tells you stories from his work

a/n: ok i'm out of brain juice for this one but i hope you liked it! i hope i didn't write him too ooc too 😭

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Matsukawa as Dragon-type Gym Leader

AU Headcanon: Mattsun and Makki definitely went out on an adventure one time and came back with alien pokemon. So they get ultra beasts (spoilers for Makki’s team!) 

I couldn’t figure out a way to fit Guzzlord on the picture without making all other things tiny so I made him the background. I think it worked out fine though:)

[literally-every-asahi]

Chapter 53

[dumbass-hq-what-ifs]

What if Matsukawa and Hanamaki met Konoha and everything just went to memeing hell 

[traumatas]

Just two dudes being bros

[introloves]

— daddy dom! matsukawa + mattsun has tattoos + worshiping + dom/sub dynamics + (tattooed) finger sucking + choking + soft degradation + praise + riding + creampie + overstimulation + size kink + petnames (puppy) + squirting + f! reader

— word count; 2k

your body tipped forward- face bumping against his knee, breath shaky and wet with every exhale- turning your face to find comfort in anything and everything that is him.

he gives you mercy, blessing you with an outstretched hand- banded ink circling each finger, coming out to pet your head.

“sweet puppy.” he whispers, low enough for you to lean in, wanting more.

the way he addresses you, low and soft- calling you to look at him directly, something you found hard to do with the swirling heat settled deep in your tummy thanks to how absolutely hot you found him. but you answered, called out to him in the only way you knew;

“daddy.” the keen that comes from you makes him smile, so cute and desperate for him.

settling himself further into the seat he’s sitting in, granting you the privilege to shuffle forward, hands immediately coming to settle against both thighs, digging in with trembling fingers into the muscle and thickness there, all in unbridled excitment.

“want my cock?” he questions, knowing the answer, chest swelling with pride that you had come to him, humble and crawling with a head turned down to keep your gaze to the floor. it made him twitch, made him throb that his cute little puppy would revere him in such a manner.

“yes, please.” mouth panted open with the offer, throbbing between your legs, eyes flittering down to stare at the surely forming bulge slung over his thigh. you were already drooling, salivating heavy. body responding in remembrance of how good he always made you feel.

the shift of his hand petting you was startling- a thumb and forefinger pinching either sides of your soft and warm face. two digits dug in, tilting your gaze up, making you look into his eyes, eyebrows thick while he slowly smiled, teeth gleaming in a near predatory smile. the rest of his fingers joined, digging in slightly, all pressed into the plush skin of your face.

“of course you do. puppy always does, doesn’t she?”

the question served a purpose, unable to respond to him- unable to nod or speak with the force of his grip, reminding you that if he didn’t want you to talk, if he didn’t want you to do something; you weren’t going to.

the unoccupied tattooed hand came down to settle right infront of your mouth, middle and ring finger prodding the swell of both lips- sighing when you dropped your jaw down, welcoming the inked digits enthusiastically.

the sight of you drooling, sucking eagerly at his fingers made him groan; heat swirling along with your tongue swiping up and above the two x’s marked into his skin, lying prettily on both digits- soft whimpers muffled with the thickness of them.

your eyes watered once he brought them in further, testing just how pliant you were already, slinking in until your throat tightened in a harsh gag- pushing back and settling the heaviness down onto your tongue, opening you up.

there was reason to all of this, warming you up for his dick, knowing how his puppy would hurt herself all in favor of pleasuring him.

you look up at him, unable to keep the overwhelming want from your eyes, letting him pry your mouth open in calculated and practiced moves- even when he slipped them in past the curve of your tongue, making you gag once more had a heaviness of adoration.

once he disengaged, let you close your mouth with the soft rubbing of a thick thumb over the apple of your cheek, he brought the wet hand over to his pants, making quick work it it, simply both articles of clothing down to his thighs, enough to bring his cock out- giving it to you, letting you come up and take what you want, all for you.

“thank you daddy.” you whispered, wideyed and breathless, all in reaction to seeing him. skin prickling and tummy tensing with arousal, thighs squeezing together and smearing that slick everywhere. brain muddled as you moved, roaming hands making contact with the length presented.

he groaned at the sight of it all, watching as you struggled to fit fingers around him- precum dribbling down, glistening with each bead falling, huffing out a grumble in appreciation to you doing everything right; everything that made him close his eyes and tip his head back, only for a moment because he wanted to see you try to take him in your mouth, like always.

“fuck puppy, so good to me,” issei purred, deep and lowly, words gracing your ears and pulled you in even more.

“always...” you finished, pumping up and down, keeping a steady pace until you couldn’t stop the saliva filling your mouth. you could feel the heat of him once your mouth perched up, tongue lolling to lick a heavy and wet stripe all the way to his tip- hot breath panted out against him.

he snapped his gaze straight towards you once more, just as you inhaled sharply, desperately fitting the tip of his cock inside, suckling in an overwhelming need to please him. there was a moment of pause in his actions at how you popped him inside, sloppy and needy.

he pulled you back, hand gripping right into your hair, making you gasp out a cry, drool connecting his cock with your swollen lips- your own hips driving down over and over onto nothing, drunk on him and his cock already.

“what a desperate filthy girl, can’t take things easy, always too desperate and excited.” mattsun hissed, not willing to let you go on and act like you never got any cock.

he wanted to let you worship him, wanted to let you satisfy that need to have things stuffing your mouth... but it was all supposed to go at his pace.

with large hands, he grabbed your body, lifting you up and off the supine position on the floor, splaying you over his thighs- so close to his large cock, so close to everything you wanted so badly.

“oh, daddy please!” shaky fists rising up to press against his chest, thighs mirroring the sporadic movements, drenched and wet down the softness and heat between your legs.

there was nothing sweeter that graced his ears, punishment wasn’t for his sweet and dirty puppy, he knew that, all that he needed to do was give you his cock and make you pliant and good.

and he would always give his sweet, dumb, needy puppy what he wanted.

lifting you up with his hips, fingers coming down to simply slide ruined and sopping panties to the side- bringing to light a swollen and drooling little cunt, cock jumping along with how another gush of arousal dripped from your heat.

“pretty cunt, pretty mess all for me.” he grunted, taking himself and lining up to you- eyebrows pinched together at the way you squirmed, trying to push down already.

he let you this time, let you sink down onto him- lessening the strong grip on your body.

you tipped your head back, baring your neck to him, shoulders trembling with each inch filling you up, clit twitching in tandem with the pulsing of him too.

“f-fuck! feels so good!” you keened, unfurling your hands, bringing them now to rest against his shoulders. weak with just this- just sinking down onto him until your wet thighs came into contact with his, making a mess of everything; of his pants still halway around his thighs, to the base of his cock, sopping in your arousal.

he moved his hand to your back, pushing you against his chest, head immediately finding the warmth of his neck- breathing in and murmuring out words of appreciation in how he took care of you- knowing your body was so weak and overrun in sensitivity.

it made him flush, taking his own lungfuls of air before gripping your hips- once he knew you were settled nice and secure against him.

he started the bounce of your body with practiced movements. spurred on by your twitching body, jolting in how he speared you over and over- cunt squelching desperately, already on the precipice of an orgasm.

how cute and sensitive- how wonderful and wet you were.

“puppy’s close.” he wondered- stated out loud, knowing your cunt better than you did.

“uh huh!” you sobbed, shaking your head up and down against his neck, drooling pathetically- losing all basic function, all but the rhythmic clenching of your pussy over and over around the hardness and near overwhelming length of him- all settled, stretching you out so good.

“g-gunna-“ you whined, “gunna cum daddy!” words were cried joining the shaking and harsh twitch of limbs, pinching nails into the hold you had into his shoulders.

pitiful cunt clamping down to the piston of his large cock- making him hiss, sweat prickling at his neck in the vice you presented him with.

your body seized, unable to take anymore, unable to stave off the gushing wetness spreading down over him.

“fuck, fuck! pretty girl!” he grunted, wanting to press a thumb against your already swollen clit- but thinking better of it for now.

your eyes stayed closed, screaming into his neck as your body slumped, letting him do what he wanted- all too worked up to stop, to want him to stop.

hiccuped whining left your wet mouth- mixed in with little moans as he pounded up into you, it was a sight- long and thick cock taking such a pretty pussy.

he always fucked you like this, but your cunt always reacted as if it was the first time being fucked.

there was a moment of heat- not even five thrusts in before you came once more- this time jumping up slightly, parting from the warmth of being against him.

“oh, another one. good girl.” he praised with clipped words, letting him see your drooling and lost face- dumb with his cock and pleasure.

responding smacks of his thighs slapping into your body up and up mixed with the sound of your cunt spraying him in waves of your cum, slumping after the second and third wave.

“daddy!” you wailed, once again only able to speak his name- the title you gladly signed over to him. pretty moans shaping out every syllable and consonant with a lilting cry.

“i know puppy- ‘m close too.” he finally spoke, blinking back the stars dancing along his vision- only able to see you, see the glistening wetness of your cum drenching his shirt and thighs and dripping down onto his balls hotly.

“please cum... please.” you weakly pleaded, eyes crossing- shaky with the way he looked, so hot and yours and huffing out pinched words of your name. battered and swollen- slick walls seizing sporadically with oversensitivity.

lifting your body up- keeping everything but the tip of his dick in you, he let gravity pull you down, the sting of your body slapping down on him only second to the overwhelming pleasure of his cock swelling over and over while he creamed inside.

you squirmed, heaving in lungfuls of air at the way his cum was so thick and filling you- walls stretching more and more, holding all of it nice and deep inside.

he wrapped you up, curling his arms ‘round you while small thrusts were given into your cunt- making sure his cum painted every single inch of you. the base of his skull tingling at the way he claimed you in this way.

“my cunt- all mine...” he hissed, satiating the need you had as well, satiating the deep need to belong to him.

with teary eyes, you nodded- both of your heavy and hot breathing shared in that moment of closeness.

“all yours.”

you cried, leaning forward to kiss him, melting completely into his hold, your daddy was always there to keep you happy and full.

he was always there to take care of his pretty little puppy.

[elysianslove]

sky high —

characters: oikawa tōru, matsukawa issei

word count: 1.0k

content warning: anal penetration, oral sex (fem & male receiving), overstimulation, threesome

note: okay so i was originally writing something else (similar) for my bunny anon, but then it got way too long and i decided to make this a separate thing. bunny anon, this is dedicated to you <3

you’re not sure how you ended up like this, but you have a feeling it has something to do with issei’s obsession on breaking either one of you, or both of you, apart. today, it seems, he wants to properly ruin oikawa — and you’re more than prepared to help.

after doing issei a favor and spending minutes upon minutes stretching oikawa out for him, you’d watched with delirious eyes, bent on all fours above tōru, as issei had pressed into him, as tōru had whimpered and twitched and squirmed, felt as he’d reached for your thighs to dig his nails into your skin the deeper issei sunk his cock. it’s a pretty sight, of course, and although you‘d love to lose yourself in the way oikawa’s eyes would cross and his face would redden, watching issei’s brows furrow, his curls fall to his eyes, his stomach tense, and the tightening of oikawa’s balls, the twitch of his cock, the squirming of his hips, is just as intoxicating.

you know that, from experience, it takes a while for your body to get used to the feeling of something as big as issei’s cock filling you up. so it’s unsurprising that issei takes his time as he fucks into oikawa, his thrusts shallow and slow. his eyes are squeezed shut, mouth slightly parted as he concentrates, and god, the noises oikawa’s making— whiny moans and broken pants and desperate pleas. he’s music to your ears.

“god, fuck—“ issei groans.

you have barely a second to process it before you feel oikawa’s large hands squeeze rougher at your hips, trailing down to your thighs. before you realize that he’s pulling you to him, drawing you closer. before you hear him moan out, “shit, you’re soaking— pussy’s so pretty” and then his mouth is on you and holy shit, how could you forget how good he is with his tongue?

a surprised yelp tumbling out from your lips dissolves into a needy moan as you fall forward, arms wrapping around oikawa’s waist as you grind down. “shit, tōru,” you moan, entire body shivering as he sucks you clit into his mouth, encouraging your hips’ movements with his hands. his tongue swirls around the bundle of nerves, flicking at it, before his lips wrap around it once more. his hands are still on your body, squeezing at the back of your thighs and reaching up to knead at your ass, spreading your for him. “shit—“ you cry again, and it’s more of a squeal than anything as you hug yourself closer to him.

your body, pressed flush against tōru’s, bounces with his as issei’s thrusts quicken, as he loses more of his composure and reaches with one hand for oikawa’s hip, the other tangling in your hair. his cock stretches the boy beneath you so lewdly and so perfectly that when issei’s cock falls out momentarily, oikawa’s hole flutters and clenches in need. it’s an exhilarating sight and feel, your heart fluttering unsteadily in your chest at the prospect of all of this.

god, you are so fucking lucky.

“pretty babies,” issei coos as his fingers thread through your hair, and you want to smile up at him, show him you are his pretty baby and make him proud, but oikawa sucks and licks and eats at your cunt harsher, his body jerking roughly and his moans vibrating against your folds, that all you’re able to do is part your mouth in a silent cry, eyes rolling back. issei breathlessly chuckles, fucking into oikawa harsher, his hands remaining gentle in your hair as he repeats in a murmur, “so pretty.”

meanwhile, oikawa’s cock drools by your mouth where your head lays, staining his tummy with precum with every hard rock of issei’s body against his, but he’s so preoccupied with eating you out he barely registers the fact that your tongue is lapping at the head, not until you pull it in your mouth and suck hotly. immediately, his head is thrown back against the pillows, your dripping cunt forgotten as he cries, legs spreading wider. “ah— ah fuck— fuck me,” he sobs, grinding his hips in a manner that has him fucking back onto issei’s cock, and up into your warm mouth.

his moans are endless, and so loud, as his back arches, cock shallowly thrusting up into your mouth. you’re barely giving him anything at all, but with the added pressure against his prostrate with issei’s cock, you’re sure he must be overwhelmed with pleasure. it’s perfect, really.

“gonna cum, baby?” issei wonders with a strained voice, but you know he already has the answer with the way both hands tightly grip oikawa’s hips as he fucks him.

oikawa’s whines are high pitched as he hums, “mhmm.” he’s stopped grinding his hips, his entire body tense as both you and issei take control. a hand of yours strokes at the base of his cock, your mouth still sucking at the tip. you move in tandem with issei, and almost as if competing with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the wet, slurps of your mouth, oikawa’s moans louden, turning into borderline screams as his fists squeeze the pillow his head rests on.

seconds later, you feel his cock twitch in your mouth, and it’s the only warning you and issei receive before he’s thrashing beneath the two of you, balls tensing and cock twitching as he cums. his moans are hiccuping as he trembles, cock pulsating and muscles spasming. his legs shake and his upper body squirms, unable to do anything more with the way you lay on top of him.

“fuck, fuck, fuck— ah, ah, fuck!” he cries as his cock spills, dripping off your tongue and landing on his tummy as you messily suck on his cock, and as issei thrusts slowly and deeply into him. ”’nough!” you hear him, of course, but your fist continues to squeeze at his cock, your tongue poking at his slit. “hngh— enough, please,” he moans, legs flailing around as if trying to get you away. his voice is quieter this time around, a lot more broken, a lot more desperate. you almost feel bad, even easing up on his cock, but when you glance up at issei, he’s grinning down at you, and then he cheekily winks.

you all but laugh, and push oikawa’s softening cock fully into your mouth, reveling in the scream that leaves his lips.

[samuwhores]

ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕜𝕪𝕦𝕦 𝕞𝕖𝕟: ℕ𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕕𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦

Characters: ᴀʀᴀɴ, ᴍᴀᴛꜱᴜᴋᴀᴡᴀ, ᴛᴀɴᴀᴋᴀ, ᴜꜱʜɪᴊɪᴍᴀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴏɴᴇ.

ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴛᴡ: "ᴏᴘᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ" ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ᴍᴀᴛᴇʀɪᴀʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴄᴏɴꜱɪᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ "ꜰᴇᴍɪɴɪɴᴇ" ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴛ, ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀʟʟ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟ. ᴀʟꜱᴏ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀꜱʜɪɴɢ ʜᴀɪʀ.

𝕛𝕠𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕦𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕤' 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕕

ᴀʀᴀɴ:

Aran holds your hand while you two go for a walk outside. He enjoys going on long walks with you, watching the sunset together, relishing the breeze and the beautiful colors that make up the sky. Every single time under the gorgeous sky, he remembers why he fell in love with you in the first place.

He carries your bags; he is a gentleman. He has two arms: one for holding his and your bags and another one for you to hold on to.

Aran gazes into your eyes while his thumb caresses your cheek or your pouty lower lip. Tell him his eyes are beautiful; it will make him smile so lovingly at you.

Buys you your favorite snacks on the way home and then y'all eat them while cuddling on the couch.

Also buys you cute charms and keyrings from the convenience store.

ᴍᴀᴛꜱᴜᴋᴀᴡᴀ:

He wants everyone to know he is taken and that his s/o is taken, as well; therefore, he purchased matching rings for you both.

Let's say you two go on a date and end up walking a lot, Matsukawa will carry you on his back while he carries your shoes in one hand. Pull his curls back and plant a kiss on his forehead.

You get pierced? He gets pierced too. He has your initial tattooed on his wrist, as well.

Gets you roses, your favorite drink, or a cute plushie and then goes and gets you. Little surprises... :')

Hand on your thigh, his thumb caressing it softly, while he drives.

Optional: He definitely helps you do your makeup. Matsukawa is always looking, his clear objective: "to learn and help you one day." He becomes a master in the arts.

ᴛᴀɴᴀᴋᴀ:

Buys couple clothes and you're like: "Sir, I am not wearing that." (In the end, you do wear it.)

You see something you like? You liked a bracelet months ago, or you loved how a particular perfume/cologne smelled? Your wishes are his commands. The perfume/cologne and the bracelet will be yours.

If you are into videogames, you two will have at home tournaments. Bonding time! Also, everyone gets their own videogaming station.

Tanaka makes sure to truly befriend and know all of your friends.

Optional: He always keeps a hair tie around your wrist in case you need it. In fact, he ties your hair up himself if you need so.

ᴜꜱʜɪᴊɪᴍᴀ:

On your birthday, the man bakes a cake from scratch. For you. Every single year.

He gives you quiet back hugs a lot. Sometimes he cannot contain his love for you, even in public. However, it is extremely rare.

On your first anniversary, Ushijima gave you one of those golden lockets with a picture of you two.

Optional: He cuts and files your nails (while wearing glasses, looking like a dorky, cute, hot dilf) or pays for you to get them done at your favorite nail salon.

Optional: He removes your makeup if you are too tired to do so.

ᴀᴏɴᴇ:

Aone holds your hand, caresses it with his thumb and, finally, plants a firm kiss on top of it.

Every Friday, without missing the occurrence once, he has the bathtub prepared. Warm water, inviting scented candles, salts, and a glass of Chardonnay awaiting for you.

Optional: Not to mention that he washes your hair and your body while asking about your day and kissing the back of your neck.

He knows how to crochet so he makes you blankets, cardigans, and hats.

Aone leaves little Post-It Notes about things he loves about you or how much he appreciates you and "being given the blessing, the opportunity, the honor of being able to call himself yours." He leaves them on the doors, cabinets, bathroom mirrors, and the fridge.

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𝕛𝕠𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕦𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕤' 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕕

[edens-breathless-melodies-moved]

words: 4.6k

pairing: incubus!mattsun/makki x f!reader

prompt: threesome

warnings: threesome, double penetration, daddy kink, sir kink, oral (male receiving), anal penetration, dirty talk, reader getting her shit rocked by two hot demons lmaoo, special twist at the end

summary: going to the bar this frequently usually means you’re looking for trouble. but what do you do when the trouble comes to you instead, and instead of just one problem, it’s two?

the lights in the club were nearly overwhelming, the bass from the music thudding heavily through your blood and pounding in your ears.

the lights cast shadows over everything and the walls seemed as if they were pulsing with the music. different shades of blues, purples, and reds made your skin glow almost ethereally, the white dress that clung to your figure looking downright sinful as it practically glows under the lights.

(e/c) eyes lazily scan the dance floor, deep wine colored lips wrapped around your straw suggestively as you finish your third glass of rum and coke.

although the club was lively, bodies grinding against one another in a drunken and lust-filled frenzy, it becomes boring after a while.

you needed something exciting, something new. something that would get your heart thudding in your chest and your lungs gasping for air. you were tired of this same old, tepid pace.

so when your eyes trailed lazily back to the bar and immediately connected with not one, but two pairs of eyes that were already locked on your figure, a bolt of electricity shot down your spine. maybe you had spoken too soon.

a small flirtatious smile made it’s way onto your wine-colored lips when neither men broke eye contact with you as you caught them staring. instead, they both chose to shoot you their own smiles back.

even from across the bar you could tell they were tall, easily towering over the people that surrounded them. the man on the left with the dark curly hair and sleepy eyes was taller than his light-haired companion with the cheeky grin to his right.

sleepy eyes’ grin was small and lazy, more of a smirk than anything. his dark hooded eyes roamed over your body, and the intensity behind those orbs made you feel as if he were undressing you right where you stood.

your thighs clench unconsciously, and sleepy eyes’ grin only grows wider, as if he knew the effect he already had on you.

trying to cool your flustered expression, you trail your eyes over to the man on his right. any hopes of fighting off the blush on your cheeks went down the drain the moment you locked eyes with his companion.

piercing eyes captivate yours, and you feel like you’ve suddenly been put underneath a spell. his eyes hold yours and you feel the room melt away, as if it were just the two of you alone.

plush lips part to swipe a tongue that changes colors under the lights across dry lips, and you barely hold back a whimper when you catch a glint of metal before it disappears back into his mouth.

unable to hold the intense eye contact any longer, you rip your gaze away from the man and settle it back on your empty drink, head tilted towards the floor as you struggle to regain your footing.

when you said you were waiting for something exciting and new to pop up, you didn’t necessarily mean for it to come in the form of two incredibly attractive strangers who you seemed to pique their interest from across the bar.

but you’re most definitely not complaining.

you shuddered as you recalled the way their eyes roamed over your body as if you were already undressed, greedily taking in the way your body curved and flowed.

there was a hint of familiarity in their gaze as well, as if they’ve seen your body before, devoured it before laying their eyes on you for the first time tonight.

not realizing how deep into your thoughts you were, you gasped in surprise when suddenly a warm hand came into your view, calloused fingers gently gripping your chin to force you to look up from your empty glass.

heat rushed through your body when your eyes connected with a sleepy pair, hooded lids barely containing amusement and a hint of lust behind swirling irises.

the tall man bends over to bring himself down to your height, lips brushing against your ear so you can hear him over the pounding music, and you think you imagine the feeling of cool metal against your skin.

“why such a concentrated look, cutie?” he rumbles into your ear, and if rough sex could have a voice it would definitely belong to this man. his voice is velvety, deep, and slightly raspy at the ends, like smoke curling past someone’s lips after they’ve taken a drag.

his scent invades your nose, cedarwood and hints of leather intoxicating your senses, and you have to refrain yourself from leaning your body into his.

instead, you lean back to level your gaze with his, lazily crossing your arms with a small smile curling your painted lips.

“just wishing i had another drink in me.” you purred, enjoying the way his eyes trail down to your exposed cleavage before trailing their way back up to your eyes, not forgetting to gaze at your lips while he was at it.

he chuckled as he ran a large hand through his inky curls, and you absentmindedly wondered what they would feel like under your fingers as you tugged on them.

“well, pretty thing,” he leered at you, one corner of his lips curling up into a half smile and it was at this moment that you realized that you hadn’t imagined the feeling of metal.

a thin ring was settled right in the middle of his plump bottom lip, and you couldn’t help but gulp when you watched his skin stretch even tighter around the piercing when his smile grew.

“i think i can fix that.”

just as you’re about to say your thanks, another large and warm hand shoots out to grab your wrist, and you nearly break your neck when you whip to your side to see who would be so bold as to just grab you out of nowhere.

the venomous retort on your tongue dies when you lock eyes with a familiar pair of intense orbs. a small blush fills your cheeks as light hair brings your hand up to press a kiss to your knuckles, cheeky smile never leaving his lips.

without saying a word, he gently tugs you to your feet and jerks his chin in the direction of the dance floor. he wanted to dance with you.

you shift your gaze back to sleepy eyes for some assistance with his friend, but all he does is give you that same half-smile before shooing you away, turning to the bar to order your drink.

seeing as he was going to be no help, you allow the other man to drag you to the middle of the dance floor, secretly relishing in the way his large hands grip your waist and pull you onto his crotch as you grind and sway to the music.

getting a cheeky idea, you twist in his hold, now facing his chest as his hands never leave your waist. he cocks a thin eyebrow at you, a small smirk curling his lips as you smile up innocently at him.

swaying your hips to the music, you slide your hands up and around his neck, lightly scratching the base of his hairline as you bite your lip and give him a flirtatious wink. you giggle as you feel the slight groan that leaves his lips rather than hear it.

the smirk on his lips could only be described as devilish when he removes a hand from your waist to trail it up your body, lightly groping your breast before settling on the nape of your neck, eyes narrowing at the soft moan you released when he gave you a gentle squeeze.

the prominent feeling of his hard cock grinding against you through your dress already has your panties growing damp, but you couldn’t feel bothered to care.

he released your throat to bring his fingers up to cup your cheek, and his eyes darken when you slip his thumb into your mouth and suck when he goes to brush against your lips.

your body feels as if you’ve been put under a spell as you stare into his eyes. your only mission is to please this man and his partner by any means necessary.

another groan rumbles from his chest when you swirl your tongue around his digit before pulling off of it with a pop, and light hair is quick to wrap his hand around your neck and pull you close.

his breath is sweet with the faint stench of alcohol, no doubt from what he was drinking earlier.

a whimper escapes you when he pulls you even closer, running his nose along your jaw before settling his lips by your ear.

“you like playing with fire, pretty girl? cause it seems to me like you’re in the mood to get burned.” he growls into your ear, voice low and smooth like silk.

your panties are undoubtedly drenched by now when he finally pulls you into a searing kiss, cock still grinding against your aching core as you tighten your grip on his neck.

his kiss is dominant and demanding, eager tongue plunging into your mouth, and your delighted when you feel the distinct metal of his tongue piercing drag along your own muscle.

you continue making out with the ridiculously hot stranger before pulling away with a gasp as another body comes up behind you, sandwiching you in the middle.

you moan lightly when another hard cock is ground against your ass, ring adorned fingers coming up to wrap around your throat and tilt your head back until your heady gaze is met with those lustfully hooded eyes again.

“well now isn’t this a sweet treat,” sleepy eyes muses as you whine and grind against his cock, already helpless and they’ve haven’t done a single thing to you.

“what a naughty little thing, letting two strangers grind against your body and touch on you like this.” he continues, eyes leaving yours to meet with his partners across your head.

you can’t see the grin light hair shoots his friend but you can definitely feel a pair of nimble fingers disappear under your dress, lightly stroking your soaking core before teasing your clit.

sleepy eyes grins darkly at the sight of your eyes widening in shock, cute brows immediately furrowing as you moan softly at the pleasure, hips grinding onto the two fingers.

the whine you let out when light hair pulls his fingers away almost makes him feel bad, but the sight of your shocked expression when he offers his fingers to his partner to taste your slick makes up for it.

sleepy eyes takes his fingers into his mouth, groaning at your essence as he laps it off of his partners digits, shooting him a small wink at the slightly flustered expression on his face.

turning his gaze back to you, he grins wolfishly before bringing his lips down to your ear again. “let’s introduce ourselves, hm? that way you know who’s names your gonna be screaming by the end of tonight.”

you nod dumbly at his words, still dazed by his previous ministrations, thighs clenching as he releases his hold on your neck and angles your head to look at the man across from you.

“my name’s hanamaki takahiro, sweetheart.” hanamaki winks at you, trailing his still wet finger across his lips before flicking out his tongue to swipe across the flesh, watching how your eyes stay trained on his piercing.

sleepy eyes grinds his cock against your ass again, pulling a whimper from you as he rumbles his name into your ear.

“and i’m matsukawa issei, pretty thing.” he groans into your ear as you grind your ass back against him, his hold on your waist just under hanamaki’s grip tightening.

“i’m (y/n),” you reply breathlessly, flushing under the cute smile hanamaki sends your way, lips barely brushing as he dips head close to yours.

“a pretty name for a pretty girl.” he murmurs softly before pressing a quick peck to your lips, laughing slightly when you try to chase him as he pulls away.

the two men lock eyes above your head before hanamaki drops his hands from your waist and matsukawa spins you around so your facing him.

you crane your neck up to meet his eyes, and you can’t repress the startled gasp when you see his dark irises have been replaced by a glowing purple, nearly the same shade as the lights bouncing off of you from above.

your heart is pounding in your chest when hanamaki joins him on your right side, expressive eyes narrowed in lust as his irises have also been replaced by the same purple in matsukawa’s.

your body feels like it’s locked in place, the urge to tear your eyes away from their gaze practically nonexistent. you should feel scared, terrified of these men who clearly aren’t human, yet you can’t find yourself willing to part from them.

they both smile fanged smiles when they realize you aren’t running from them, already caught in their trap. matsukawa tugs you closer as hanamaki brings a soft hand up to cup your cheek.

“why don’t you come home with us, pretty girl?” hanamaki coos at you, bright eyes swirling with lust and mischief.

“we’ll take good care of you, scouts honor.” matsukawa can’t hold back his snort at makki’s words, muttering “scouts honor my ass” under his breath which hanamaki snickers at.

you can’t help the nervous shiver down your spine, the daunting task of taking on these two men men? suddenly presenting itself to you.

“but i’ve never... been with... two before…” you trail off weakly, and both men have to repress the urge to just rip off your clothes and take you there when you gaze up at them with those glassy doe eyes.

“don’t you worry your pretty little head, gorgeous.” matsukawa reassures you, giving your waist a comforting squeeze. “we’ll walk you through it and make sure you enjoy yourself tonight. what do you say?”

you miss the sinister looks in their eyes as you nod your head yes. you had no idea what you just agreed to.

—————————

“issei!” you moan out, eyes clenched shut as you pressed your face further into the mattress, fists clenching the wrinkled sheets until your knuckles turned white.

a swift spank rang across your ass cheek, forcing another choked moan from your lips as mattsun kneads your flesh, appreciating the way your skin looks all marked up and red.

“that’s the wrong name, baby girl.” he tuts out disappointedly, grinning wickedly as he adds a second thick finger into your tight ass, slowly easing it in before spreading them apart.

a cute squeal leaves your flush lips at the burning stretch, head coming up as tears of pain and pleasure sting your eyes.

“daddy~!”

“there we fucking go.” mattsun groans out, pumping his fingers steadily into you, hungry eyes never leaving the delicious way your back arches as he crooks and twists his fingers around inside you.

you could barely focus on the words leaving his mouth, cute little cunt clenching around nothing as he further stretched your ass

“we wanna make sure you’re nice and prepared for us, pretty thing.” you remember makki whispering to you as they shedded your clothes the moment they got you into their bedroom.

speaking of makki, a black and thin tail trailed the edge of your jaw, spade-tipped end coming to rest under your chin and force your hazy gaze upwards.

(e/c) eyes met a smiling pair of glowing purple, makki’s pink hair glowing under the dim bedroom light as he smiled down on you, his curled horns glinting dimly in the light.

“she looks so fucked out, issei. whatever you’re doing, keep doing it.” makki coos out, smirking when he brings up a palm to your face and you lean into it, moaning even louder as mattsun continues preparing your ass for later.

but stretching your ass out wasn’t makki’s concern, though you did look adorable all close eyed and flushed. right now, makki was more concerned with how your plush lips would feel on his throbbing cock.

feeling something hot and wet nudge your lips, you open your eyes to be greeted with makki’s throbbing length. you drooled at the sight of it. both of these men had been blessed in the cock department, but what exactly do you expect when you’re fucking a incubus?

makki’s length was long and thick, flushed red tip steadily leaking precum, and you could see his pulse in the long vein that ran on the side of it. you can only imagine what it’d feel like inside of you.

as if reading your mind, makki smiles down at your awed expression, kneeling in front of you as he lightly taps his leaking tip against your lips. “open up pretty girl, the faster you suck my cock the faster i can split that pretty pussy apart.”

he laughed at the desperate whine you let out, tapping his tip against your parted lips again. “what do you say about that?”

you flush as you press a quick kiss to his tip, shyly dragging your tongue across the slit to avoid answering his question. a hiss rang from makki before he grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged, causing to to yelp.

mattsun took that opportunity to squeeze in a third finger, relishing in the way you tightened around his digits in pain and pleasure. you were gonna feel heavenly around his cock, no pun intended.

(yeah it was.)

makki jerked your head around again when you took too long to answer him, glowing eyes looking down on you harshly as you cried out.

“answer me when i’m talking to you, (y/n), or i might not play so fucking nice with you next time.” he growled out.

your heart jumped at the idea of a next time, but you pushed that to the back of your mind, swallowing your pride as you shyly looked into his eyes, embarrassed.

“i like the sound of that…” you murmured out quietly, quickly averting your eyes as you hoped that would be enough to appease him.

makki’s eyes hardened as he slapped his cock roughly against your cheek, causing you to squeal. “you like the sound of that, what?” his cold tone made you realize his patience was wearing thin.

“i like the sound of that, sir!” you whimpered out, and you relaxed when the harsh look in his eyes was replaced with that soft satisfied look again.

“there we go, sweetheart. that wasn’t so hard, was it?” you bit back a whimper as he slowly dragged his tip across your lips, lightly nudging them further apart as you panted from mattsun’s fingers in your ass.

without warning, makki thrusted his cock past your lips, filling your mouth quickly as mattsun slammed particularly hard into you.

you choked on his cock as you squealed, eyes rolling back into your head as both men began a fast pace, rocking themselves in and out of your body as you laid there and took it.

“fuck, pretty girl, your mouth feels really - shit! good!” makki panted out, gripping your head firmly as he fucked himself further down your throat.

you gagged around his thick length as he pushed further into your throat, and he let out a loud moan when you swallowed around him reflexively.

“shit!” he groaned, and one of his hands left your hair to lightly grip your throat, feeling it bulge from his cock. “fuck, babygirl, do that again! issei, you gotta feel this.”

mattsun’s unoccupied hand came up to rest against your throat just as you swallowed around makki’s length again. both men let out a moan at the feeling, and mattsun pulled his fingers from your entrance, causing you to whine.

“don’t worry pretty girl, you won’t be empty for long.” before you could process his words, you felt the fat head of mattsun’s cock press against your asshole, slicked up with lube as he pushes in, hands spreading your ass cheeks apart.

you force yourself off of makki’s cock as you grip his thighs tightly, nails digging into his flesh as you cry at the feeling of mattsun splitting your ass in two.

makki lowers himself onto the bed as he cups your face, cooing to you softly as he gently wipes away the fat tears rolling down your cheeks with his thumb.

“fuck she’s tight.” mattsun swears as he continues to sink further into your ass.

you hiccup at the stretch, vision swimming with tears as his fat cock continues to enter you for what feels like forever. how much more of him can you take?

“d-daddy!” you hiccup out, and the watery tone of your pain laced voice causes him to stop only two-thirds of the way into your ass. his hand comes up to rub soothing circles into your lower back.

he leans over your figure, pressing warm kisses to your shaking spine as you struggle to accommodate his length in you. “i’m sorry pretty girl, does it hurt?”

you whimper as you nod your head, back bowed and eyes clenched shut as you fisted the sheets tightly.

mattsun and makki shared the same look with a frown on their lips, and mattsun continued to rub your lower back as he peppered your back with kisses.

“i’m sorry pretty girl, you know i don’t mean to hurt you,” he murmurs against your spine. “you just gotta relax for me, sweetheart. then you’ll feel really good.”

you shook your head again, thighs still trembling. “t-too big, daddy!” you gasp out, and a small smile curls mattsun’s lips before he wipes it away as he coos at you.

“i know sweetheart, but i also know you can take it. just relax for me, pretty girl, can you do that for me?”

with a shaky nod from you, makki peppers your face with kisses, licking away your tears as his hands travel lower until he reaches your chest.

a soft moan escapes your lips as he fondles your breasts, slim fingers rolling and pinching your nipples until they’re nice and hard for him.

mattsun releases a shaky sigh as he feels you loosen up around his cock, but you still have a bit more to go before he can move again.

you let out a soft gasp as you felt the distinct feeling of mattsun’s tail in between your legs, spade-tipped end flicking and rubbing against your clit.

mattsun let out a breathy chuckle as you moaned from the stimulation, body loosening up even further until he finally slid all the way in, his hips pressed flush against your ass. “there we go, sweetheart. just relax.”

he stayed like that for a minute, letting you accommodate to his size before gently rocking his hips to test where things were. a surprised moan fell from your lips as you placed your forehead against the sheets, lightly rocking against his cock.

you’ve never felt so full in your life, and you had absolutely no idea how you were supposed to take both of them.

mattsun took your moan as a sign to continue, and this time he pulled back a little further before thrusting into you firmly, but not too much to overwhelm you.

“oooh daddy!” you squealed out in pleasure, and makki shot mattsun a grin that mattsun returned, gripping your hips firmly as he lightly thrusted into your ass.

“i told you it’d feel good, princess.” mattsun chuckled as you met each of his thrusts, pace slightly picking up along with your moans ringing through the room. “ohh fuck.” he groaned out as he sped up, biting his lip as he fucked steadily into your ass.

you were drooling into the sheets at this point, mind completely blank as mattsun drilled into you, headboard slamming lightly against the wall from the force of his thrusts.

the pleasure was so overwhelming that you didn’t even realize he stopped thrusting into you and makki slipping under you until you felt his cock nudge against your cunt.

you lifted your head in shock as your eyes met his, and makki only smiled at you as he pressed into you, moaning at how tight and wet you were.

“ohhh my fucking god.” you choked out, resting your head against makki’s shoulder as you shook in their hold, the feeling of being impossibly stuffed intensifying as makki finally bottomed out inside of you.

you panted harshly against his skin, and when you felt two pairs of hands squeeze you in question, you couldn’t help the breathless chuckle at their concern.

“i’m green guys, it’s okay.” you lifted your head to peer into makki’s glowing irises that were swimming with lust and concern. leaning in close, you captured his lips with yours, twisting your tongue around his as you played with his piercing.

when you guys parted you were panting, hooded eyes never leaving his. “c’mon, sir!” you whined as you lightly rocked your hips.

a choked moan left makki’s lips as his grip on your waist tightened. a similar sound came from mattsun behind you, and you turned around to gaze into his eyes as well. “you too, daddy.”

“i thought you guys were going to take ‘real good care of me’ tonight?” the condescending tone of your voice broke the men out of their temporary reverie, and both growled as they both pulled out and thrusted back into you at the same time.

a choked groan left your lips as they stuffed you full again, and you let out another breathy laugh that ended in a moan as makki leaned forward to bite your neck.

“please wreck me, daddy. i wanna cum all over your fat cocks, sir.”

you knew you were in for trouble the moment both of them snarled, and a wail escaped your swollen lips as they both began pounding into you, flesh slamming against flesh as they fucked you within an inch of your life.

as mattsun railed your ass harshly and makki snapped his hips deeply into your cunt, pelvis grinding against your clit with each thrusts, you made peace with yourself that if this is how you died, at least you’d see them in hell.

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with a final cry and the stuttering of hips, all three of you collapsed onto the sheets bonelessly, gasping for air as you came down from your highs.

both men pulled out of your abused holes, a smug satisfaction filling them as they watched their seed ooze from your twitching body.

they both laid down on either side of you, makki snuggling into your neck on your right as mattsun rested his chin on your head to your left.

“i think…” you panted, still trying to catch your breath. mattsun hummed and makki began tracing patterns onto your stomach, waiting for you to continue.

“i think… that may have been the best session yet.” both men laughed as they agreed with you, hugging your body closer to them.

“like for real. you guys were so convincing in the club, i nearly forgot we were role playing.” makki chuckled into your neck before sighing in content as you rubbed his horns.

he always loved when you played with his horns after a particularly steamy round in the bedroom.

“yeah, that was a pretty good round.” mattsun concluded as he got comfortable, lazily wrapping his tail around your waist, pressing a smile into your hair when he felt makki’s intertwine with his over your skin.

mattsun raised himself to press a sweet kiss against your lips, tugging makki by his hair to pull him from your neck to give him his as well.

makki’s whines were short lived as he melted into his boyfriend’s kiss, and once they broke apart, he smiled into yours as you pressed one against his lips as well.

finally relaxing into your bed, limbs all tangled with one another, you all began drifting to sleep. just as the boys were about to go under, your sweet voice rang out into the quiet night air.

“i love you two so much, you have no idea.”

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